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#413 - Chapter 147 Artificial Power

Moroa nodded thoughtfully, indicating her understanding. She knew that in such a harsh environment, the army's adaptability was crucial for maximizing combat effectiveness.

"So, do we need to wait here too?" she asked Gals, puzzled, feeling a little confused.

Gals gently shook his head and replied, "No, we don't need to stay here. Galon has already made arrangements for us to go directly to the Wall. He told me that there are transport teams heading to the Wall every day, and we can travel with an upcoming convoy."

Moroa's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and she said excitedly, "Oh, that's fantastic! I can't wait to see the legendary Others. At the Citadel, those foolish fellows still refuse to acknowledge the existence of these monsters."

Gals frowned and said sternly to Moroa, "Sister, don't be careless. Rumor has it that those creatures are terrifying beings that can live even with just their heads. If something happens because of your negligence, how am I going to explain it to Father?"

Moroa pouted and responded nonchalantly, "I know, am I a three-year-old child? I will naturally run away if I encounter danger."

Gals sighed helplessly and reminded her in a low voice, "Even so, you still need to be careful and try to avoid causing unnecessary trouble. After all, this is a secret operation, and being discovered might provoke dissatisfaction from King's Landing and Highgarden."

Moroa shrugged, indicating her understanding, but her eyes revealed a hint of indifference. She looked around and pointed to many familiar faces in the harbor, saying, "These people are all direct members of various families. If I'm not mistaken, that's Horace of the Redwyne family. Gods, I've never seen such an ugly fellow."

Gals glanced over and said, "That should be his twin brother, Hobert. Horace, as the heir to the Arbor, shouldn't be here. After all, the Red Keep just appointed Lord Paxter as the new Master of Ships."

Moroa rolled her eyes, "Hmph, does the Iron Throne even have a navy? That old fox Paxter, is he letting his son come here to hedge his bets?"

Gals smiled helplessly. His sister always looked down on the Redwyne family. But then again, Lord Paxter was indeed a sly old fox. Sending his two sons here this time was clearly an attempt to play both sides, siding with whoever wins. This made Gals somewhat despise Paxter. The Redwyne family was deeply involved with the Tyrells, so betraying them so easily was quite shameful.

"Alright, let's disembark first! Galon's men should be waiting for us." The two said as they walked towards the military camp.

Along the way, Moroa curiously looked around. She saw many familiar faces, all knights and soldiers from various families, wearing all sorts of armor, some even riding tall warhorses. In addition, some looked like well-trained elite troops.

"It seems like other families have sent out quite a few elites," Moroa couldn't help but exclaim.

Gals nodded: "Yes, everyone is pessimistic about the Iron Throne, so they all want to take this opportunity to show goodwill to the Dragon Queen and leave a way out for their families."

Moroa nodded thoughtfully, "I see, then you have to perform well."

Gals smiled and said, "Of course, we need to let the Dragon Queen know that House Hightower is also powerful."

After speaking, the two quickened their pace and walked towards the military camp. Gals and Moroa waited until sunset when they finally received the notice to depart. They were arranged to ride in a carriage, and sharing the carriage with them was Hobert Redwyne, which made the atmosphere somewhat awkward. Their soldiers had to walk behind, with their armor and equipment placed on the transport wagons.

The carriage convoy traveled through the snow, stopping and starting, for two days. The harsh cold of the North exceeded their expectations, and these soldiers from the warm South felt bone-chilling cold, practically freezing to death.

Then, they saw a massive ice wall stretching across the land. As they got closer, they felt the magnificence of this man-made wonder even more.

The Mole's Town, originally closest to the Black Castle, had been expanded on a large scale. Hundreds of tall longhouses were built from logs, each capable of housing dozens of people. These houses extended neatly to the east, numbering as many as three to four hundred. Some of the houses were already occupied and had various flags planted on their roofs, densely packed and dazzling.

Hobert, who had been staying in King's Landing for years, was very familiar with the flags of the nobility. He exclaimed, "Wow! So many flags, I haven't seen such a complete collection of family crests even in King's Landing."

Moroa looked at the scene in front of her in surprise. She had never seen such magnificent architecture. The massive black castle towered into the clouds, like an insurmountable mountain, giving a strong sense of oppression. The castle walls were thick and solid, as if they could withstand any enemy attack. The soldiers on the walls were clad in heavy armor, holding long spears, and vigilantly watching their surroundings.

At this moment, a gust of cold wind swept through, and Moroa couldn't help but shiver. She wrapped her fur cloak tighter around herself, secretly glad that she had brought enough thick clothing. Otherwise, in such a cold environment, she might have frozen to death.

The convoy continued to advance and finally arrived at the Black Castle. Moroa jumped out of the carriage, curiously looking around. Everything here seemed so strange, making her feel both excited and nervous.

Under the guidance of the guards, Moroa and Gals entered the interior of the castle. The hall inside the castle was spacious and bright, with old shields hanging on the walls. They met Robb, the Prince of the North, and Jon, the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, as well as other representatives of reinforcements from various places. After exchanging greetings, they began to discuss the upcoming battle plan.

However, during the discussion, Moroa noticed a problem: she did not see the Dragon Queen Daenerys and Marquis Galon. She curiously asked about their whereabouts, and the answer she received was that they were not at the Wall.

At the same time, in the Stone Drum of Dragonstone, Daenerys's ministers were there to send off their queen.

Liu Yuan, with his arm around Daenerys, stepped on Leviathan's dragon neck and came to the dragon saddle on its back. He considerately adjusted the seat angle for Daenerys to make sure she was sitting more comfortably.

Daenerys stood on the dragon's back, her long white hair fluttering in the wind, she smiled and waved to the people below, and said loudly: "Okay, I'll leave it to you here. My Hand of the Queen, please don't disappoint me."