Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT

Chapter 141 - Anger.

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Thrid Person POV

Westeros, 296 AC.

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The men of the Night's Watch had been quite restless in recent days, as Lord Commander Mormont received reports from the south, with a number of men coming north to search for Artica.

He didn't know what to think as the king demanded men from the order to accompany the troops going beyond the wall, which was a bad thing, but he also couldn't say it was bad, after all, with the troops, new prisoners to enter the order with food and resources coming from the great houses to help the wall.

'Although it is something unique, after all, they finally called for the Night's Watch...' Commander Mormont could not help but comment internally, since he never received much help from the south, while only the northern houses did that.

But things were not very lively among his men, with everyone knowing that there is a fleet of 200 ships beyond the wall with an army capable of devastating one of the main cities of the seven kingdoms and destroying many more ships than the ironborn could destroy in their rebellion, putting the seven kingdoms in a difficult position.

Jeor Mormont knew that these more than 10,000 men starting to be brought to the north were men fated to die and he had no choice but to send some rangers to share their same fate. He could not stop thinking that these men serving the watch was a much better option.

And they needed it at this moment, after all the wildlings were getting desperate to come south... Mormont did not know why, but it did not seem that Ned's son was the reason for those men's fear.

He tried to find Artica many times with requests to try to find Arya since she left and as he also felt responsible for the girl passing through the wall under his nose, he sent some men, but the wildlings never let them go far beyond the initial region, which made them never find this mysterious place, many believe it does not exist, but Jon Artica did not pull all that out of nowhere... he has an army, ships, resources impossible to get in these wild lands and he is sure that more and more wildlings are joining him.

Jeor did not fail to look out the window as he saw his men having cautious glances as he was going to patrol, while a group entered the elevator to go up from the wall.

They went up until they finally arrived with some men already on standby looking at nothing, while they wondered if it would be another boring day freezing their balls on this frozen wall. The first rays of sun began to appear, while a cloud was on the wall, but there was still a view from the bottom with everything calm without any movement even from the animals.

"Hey, Jif." A man from the patrol called one of the new men coming up. "You have a worried face, are you afraid of encountering the army of giants coming to knock down the wall today?" He mocked.

"Shut up, idiot..." Jif muttered. "They can't knock down the wall." The man spoke despite not sounding so confident in his tone.

"Don't worry, Jif. The south is sending 100,000 men, from what I've heard. They're going to destroy the wildlings." This man showed his teeth as he laughed, with some of them missing.

"You say that because you didn't see the Articans who came here a few years ago. You would shit yourself with fear if that were the case." Jif spoke cautiously.

"I've been here only 2 years... so I haven't seen, but I've heard good things, some guys said they are thinking of running away, because now the wildlings live a much better life than the nobles below the wall, believe it? I wouldn't mind sleeping in a warm bed fucking a wildling every day." He spoke.