Game of Thrones: The Dragonborn.

Chapter 15 - Raid to North 05.

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Third Person POV.
Somewhere on North.

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Jon stood up and drew an iron sword with runes from his dimensional space, quickly walking to the front of the camp, feeling the dead approaching while no one else seemed to notice them beyond the strange drop in temperature. When they attacked the camp, it would be a massacre in this way.

Some noticed Jon's presence approaching another area, especially the bone lords who tried to block his path. "What are you doing here, southerner, this area does not belong to you, so go back to your traitorous whore who spreads her legs for kneelers." The man dressed in bones snarled close to his face.

Jon, without time, just grabbed him by the arm he kept on his weapon and removed it. "What are you...AHHHHHHHH!!!!" The sound of bones breaking was heard by Jon and his new friend. The new friend cried out in pain, causing some people to immediately come out of their tents.

"What's going on here!?" One of them demanded, seeing his companion holding his dangling arm at that moment. But Jon shrugged and moved forward.

"You! You better stop or I'll put an arrow in your back." He growled, seeing Jon walking with his companion on the ground crying.

"You can try, but it will be the last thing you do in life." Jon simply says, continuing to walk.

The man had let anger take over his actions and immediately next to his tent, grabbed a bow and put an arrow in it while everyone looked on, as this commotion had drawn attention to that small area.

However, before he could aim the arrow at Jon, a sword flew in his direction and immediately embedded itself in his brain, startling everyone nearby. Jon had drawn a bronze sword from his storage and threw it with his own hand.

This made everyone around look frightened at the southerner, but no one else was able to act against him as he continued to walk to the edge of the camp.

He reviewed all the dead; they were spreading out to capture the camp from almost all sides. There were at least about 300 undead.

He sighed and looked at the people who still looked at him with caution and anger, Jon decided to act while drawing his iron sword with runes. "Listen up, everyone!" His voice emerged like thunder in the middle of the night and quickly woke up the entire camp with that.

Before anyone could react, he continued. "We are being surrounded by Wights, if you don't want to die, you better get ready, you need to create bonfires throughout the camp, you can only stop them with fire, so move your asses and start making the bonfires!" He said, still sounding like thunder to everyone, which left them all quite scared wondering what kind of being the dragonborn was.

The camp fell silent after these words, wondering if it was some kind of joke, however, hearing that tone they knew should not be humanly possible, they began to act immediately, at least most, and bonfires began to be made.

Jon looked satisfied that they had started building the fire piles and continued with his sword raised waiting for the next batch of undead, his voice also affected the wights, they became more aggressive, perhaps because their plans had been discovered? Jon couldn't say, but he prepared for the first attack.

People still looked at him, staring into the darkness of the forest on the lower terrain, fear had already taken over the camp after Jon's words and everyone was preparing their bonfires, some skeptics despite having heard the thunderous voice of the dragonborn were alarmed when they saw the first wights coming out of the forest heading towards them, they looked like a group of snarling dogs while Jon prepared to stop them there.