Chapter 249 Reinforcement

Maester Aemon's request was why Viserys was slightly upset.

Although Uncle Zeng did not state in his letter how much turmoil this White Walker revival would cause, or whether it would break the Great Wall of Despair.

Because Aemon Targaryen was just a wise old man, and though he was well-informed, he was not a prophet.

Ordinary people can't predict what doesn't happen, he just thinks of the worst possibility in advance.

If all of this really happened, and mankind was completely defeated, I hope Viserys can temporarily put aside the feud of the family and save the fate of the entire mankind.

That's why Aemon wrote this letter to Viserys.

Viserys had a headache sitting in his seat, thinking about what kind of reply he should write to this ancestor who had become a living fossil.

In fact, he did not forget Maester Aemon before, but was afraid that contacting Aemon Targaryen would cause trouble for the other party.

After all, even though many people have forgotten the identity of the old orthodox Targaryen, there are still some people who have not forgotten it.

However, since Aemon had already put on black clothes and was very old, he didn't have a few years to live, so he simply let the other party go and did not liquidate the old scholar.

And if Viserys, the exiled king who fled to the other side of the Narrow Sea, contacts Aemon at this time, I am afraid it will bring death to the other party.

Viserys was thinking about the reply, and he actually wanted to see Baratheon, Stark and the White Walkers die and lose both.

He also looked forward to the battle between the Seven Kingdoms and the Night King's legion, which had not divided their heydays.

Will the Great Wall of Despair still collapse? Can Robert lead the Seven Kingdoms to resist the attack of the Legion of the Dead?

If the Legion of Humanity really fell flat...

Viserys was lost in thought.

The two girls were still thinking hard about who Uncle Zeng was in his mouth, and counting their grandfather Jaehaerys II onwards with their fingers.

"Bring me a pen and paper."

Then Viserys pondered for a moment, then finally came back to his senses, raised his head and said.

The servant hurried to get a pen and paper and handed it to Viserys, but Viserys only wrote a few words before putting the pen down again.

"never mind."

"Let's go back and write."

Then the silver-blond-haired young king shook his head slightly, then raised his head, his bright eyes glanced at Renice and then at Daenerys.

"Next, I have to leave for Pentos."

Seeing what Renice was about to say, Viserys raised a finger slightly to signal her to wait for him to finish.

Then he continued to explain.

"I still have a lot of important things to do in Pantos, and I can't come back for the time being."

"But maybe I'll pick you up after a while."

Viserys spoke, and then he stood up, as did the girl with long brown hair and Daenerys.

Viserys hugged Renise, then bent down and stroked Daenerys' hair.

And at this time.

The exclamations of the servants came from outside the dining room, and a huge shadow shrouded the sky above the castle, followed by the low roar of Bellerion.

After receiving Viserys' call to rest for a night, Bellerion arrived early in the morning as scheduled, and its disobedient little brother was also cleaned up by Bellerion.

"Rego should be obedient at least for a while."

"Andalus will be handed over to you next, Rhaenys."

Viserys exhorted again.

"If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask Lord Geoffrey or Prince Oberyn for advice."

"it is good."

Renis slightly restrained her long skirt and nodded.

Then Viserys took Maester Aemon's letter into his arms and strode away from the castle, while Balerion had fallen to the school grounds and waited.

Snapped--

Viserys grabbed the gap in the scales and re-mounted the dragon.

Bellerion let out a low roar, his strong hind legs suddenly exerted force, and his huge wings spread.

huh~

The smoke and dust on the school ground spread out in all directions, and the servant guards and two girls on the ground were blown away.

Then the giant dragon soared into the sky and flew into the distance under the scorching sun above his head.

distance.

A baby's cry spread throughout Winterfell.

The old nurse was holding a newborn baby with blood on her hands. A woman with red hair and pale face was lying on the hospital bed, her chest heaving and panting slightly, and there was a thin layer of cold sweat on her forehead.

"Congratulations, it's a boy."

Then the old nurse wiped the blood off her hands and opened the door to tell everyone waiting outside.

Standing outside the door was a man in his thirties with long dark brown hair, a pair of gray pupils, and a serious expression on his face.

People who do not know each other are likely to be mistaken for disdain and indifference towards other people.

Hearing the old nurse's words, the expression on his face suddenly relaxed.

"Great!"

Outside the house, there were two boys and a girl next to the man, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

One of the reddish-brown-haired boys shook his fist heavily in the air, looking very excited, then raised his head to look at his father.

"Looks like I'm going to have a younger brother."

"Father, I just said that mother will be fine."

The other boy with dark hair and slightly curly hair looked slightly sad when he heard his words.

But the boy's personality is more introverted, he just pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Um."

And Eddard Stark nodded slightly, but he noticed the expression on his 'little son' face.

Then he raised his hand and stroked Jon Snow's hair.

Although his character is delicate, he is also not good at words and can only be expressed through body language.

"Stay here and protect your mother."

The smile on the man's face just flashed away and then receded, and he warned the three children in a low voice.

Now that he has known the good news that his wife is safe and sound, he is not going to continue wasting time here.

Then Eddard Stark left his wife's delivery room and walked not far away.

It was snowing heavily outside, and there was a guard leading a horse waiting for their lord, a thin layer of snow had accumulated on his head.

"Lord Ed."

The guard held the reins of the warhorse, and Eddard Stark didn't say much, just nodded in response.

"Um."

Then he took the reins of the guard and turned on his horse.

He raised his head and glanced at the direction of the delivery room again. He exhaled a breath of white mist, and then his legs caught the horse's belly, urging the horse to leave here.

on the castle.

The three children watched their father leave, and the only girl among them pouted slightly in dissatisfaction.

"Hmph, my mother just gave birth to Brandon, and my father should accompany my mother at this time!"

"Did he have it again?"

The girl's tone was a little dissatisfied, and while speaking, she glanced at her special 'brother'.

And the boy who started talking glanced at his sister, then shook his head and said with a serious face.

"Sansa, don't talk nonsense."

"Don't remember what my father always said? Now that winter is coming, this is the biggest test for our Stark family."

"And I accidentally heard Master Luwin say."

The boy named Robb glanced inside the house.

There was only one man in the delivery room and that was Master Luwin, who delivered every child of the Stark family.

"Father has written a letter to King's Landing, and King Robert's army is now on its way."