Jeor Mormont left.
Only Lynn remained, with the three wobbly little monsters at his feet.
Winter seemed to be full of curiosity about everything in this world.
It carefully sniffed the cooled ashes with its middle head, which had amber eyes, and then cautiously took a bite.
It choked and started sneezing.
The left head, with its eerie blue eyes, scanned its surroundings warily, occasionally letting out low whimpers from its throat.
Meanwhile, the smallest head on the right, with blood-red eyes, impatiently gnawed at Lynn's pants leg, seemingly urging him to do something.
It wasn't until Nymeria nudged the door open with her dog... wolf head that the little creature's attention was diverted, and it chased after Nymeria.
They were living comfortably now.
Lynn ignored it; the three brothers would never be lonely, especially now that Nymeria and Ghost were there to play with it.
In Lynn's mind, Maester Aemon's final words still echoed.
"Go... end this Long Night..."
This sentence, like a branding iron, kept him from settling down.
Lynn clutched the thick stack of books Aemon had left behind.
These were not just books.
They were a key, a responsibility, and the last legacy of a Targaryen.
"Toren, Jason."
Lynn's voice rang out in the empty smithy.
Two burly figures immediately entered from outside.
Their faces still showed lingering shock.
"My Lord."
"I am heading south, returning to Winterfell, and then on to King's Landing."
"During my absence, everything at Castle Black will be temporarily in your charge."
"You must also follow Lord Commander Mormont's arrangements."
"Send me a raven immediately with any news."
Toren and Jason exchanged a glance, then knelt on one knee.
"Yes, My Lord!"
"First thing."
Lynn's gaze swept over them.
"Increase patrols beyond The Wall, especially in areas where the Free Folk gather, and any place where wights or Others have been sighted."
"All Night's Watch Rangers, including the Northern Guard I leave behind, are to be mobilized."
"I don't care what methods you use; I want you to continuously clear out the dead."
"Kill wights when you encounter them, run from Others, and if you can't run, use dragonglass."
"Remember that large piece of dragonglass from before?"
"Bring it back and craft it into weapons."
"With dragonglass, you can also resist the Others."
Jason seemed to have realized something, a flash of understanding in his eyes.
This meant that the Others were not invincible.
Lynn continued.
"As for the wildlings, if you encounter any troublesome ones, kill them too."
Although Lynn would be a thousand miles away in the future, as long as the kills were made by forces under his command, the system would feedback a portion of the experience points to him.
This was his true purpose.
He wanted to turn the entire Night's Watch into his never-ending experience point harvesting machine!
"Second thing."
Lynn continued.
"Continue to search for 'blessed items' for me; anything you find strange or containing special power will do."
"I only need one of each type."
"The rest, whether weapons or anything else, belong to the discoverer."
These words made Toren and Jason's breathing quicken.
They had personally witnessed the magic of those "blessed items."
Lord Lynn's generosity would become the greatest motivation for all of the Night's Watch!
"Understood, My Lord!"
"Go."
Lynn waved his hand.
"Tell the brothers to get ready; I'm leaving tonight."
After the two left, Lynn, holding the books and followed by the little shadow, returned to Maester Aemon's room.
The Three-Eyed Raven still stood on the windowsill.
It hadn't left, nor had it made any sound.
It just watched him silently with its three differently colored eyes.
Like a silent guardian.
Lynn's eyelid twitched.
He forced himself to ignore the feeling of being watched, placed the books he was holding on the table, and then sat on the bed.
Winter lightly jumped onto the bed, its three heads curiously approaching Lynn, extending its forked tongue, and licking his cheek.
A warm, moist sensation came over him.
The irritation in Lynn's heart dissipated considerably.
He reached out and stroked the smooth scales of the middle head.
Just then.
"Flap—"
The Three-Eyed Raven suddenly flew up, circled the room once, and finally landed precisely on Lynn's shoulder.
Lynn's body instantly stiffened.
He could feel the claw gripping his clothing tightly.
Before he could react.
The raven lowered its head and, with its sharp beak, lightly pecked Lynn's ear.
A strange will instantly rushed into Lynn's mind!
"We need to talk."
An ancient voice resounded directly in the depths of his consciousness.
Lynn's pupils suddenly contracted.
He abruptly stood up and swatted the raven off his shoulder!
Lynn's hand was already on longclaw's hilt at his waist, and all his muscles tensed.
The raven was swatted to the ground but was unharmed.
It unhurriedly straightened its feathers.
It raised its head again, gazing at Lynn with its blood-red eye.
"I am your past, and I am your future."
The voice sounded again, but with a strange mockery.
"I am the roots beneath The Wall, the eyes of the weirwood."
Lynn naturally knew.
"I know you are Brynden Rivers."
Hearing Lynn's words, the Three-Eyed Raven seemed to stiffen for a moment.
It apparently hadn't expected its identity to be known by Lynn.
It was an old monster that had lived for hundreds of years, a Targaryen bastard, a former Hand of the King, a Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, and now the Three-Eyed Raven.
It had always been the one to see through others; it never expected Lynn to know its identity.
"What do you want?"
Lynn's voice turned cold.
He stared intently at the raven, trying to find even a hint of a flaw in its three eyes.
"What I want is the same as you."
The Bloodraven's voice was full of temptation.
"Power."
"And... a way to end this Long Night."
"I don't need your help." Lynn refused coldly.
He absolutely did not believe that this old monster, who had lived for countless years, had any good intentions.
"Is that so?"
The Bloodraven let out a strange laugh.
"Then, the sword at your waist, the dragon egg in your arms, and the knowledge in your mind that doesn't belong to this world... do you think they are enough?"
Lynn's heart gave a violent lurch.
He knew he was a transmigrator?
Did his ability to know the past not only apply to this world?
Lynn felt his head was about to explode.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
"I want you to go to a place."
The Bloodraven finally stated its purpose.
"The Fist of the First Men."
Lynn's brow furrowed even more deeply.
He knew that place, of course; it was an ancient ringfort beyond The Wall, easy to defend but difficult to attack, and where the Night's Watch would suffer a disastrous defeat in the future.
"Why should I listen to you?"
"Because there is something there that I believe you will be very interested in."
The Bloodraven's voice carried an undeniable certainty.
"A horn."
"A horn that can make giants kneel and the dead speak."
"A horn... that can awaken the earth."
The Horn of Winter.
Joramun's Horn.
The legendary doomsday artifact that, once blown, could destroy The Wall!
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