Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT [Book - 1]

Chapter 192 - Both sides begin to learn about Artica.

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Thrid Person POV

Yi-Ti, 296 AC.

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To the north of Yin, a horse continued galloping along the narrow roads as its rider spent the next few days traveling eastward, until finally spotting the area he sought: a mountain range dividing the country's eastern provinces from the central and western provinces of the empire.

As he approached the mountains, he followed the slope between two peaks, where a narrow trail could be found, just wide enough for a man and his horse to pass. Despite being manageable, the path held its own dangers.

It was along this trail that the man, holding the letter taken from a pigeon he had shot down, encountered a group of Basilisks devouring a large bear in the middle of the forest road. He managed to skirt around them while they remained more focused on their meal than the man on horseback. Even so, they growled at him as he fled as quickly as he could.

The man took three days to navigate around them, sleeping wherever he could find shelter. Many men like him did not survive such missions, but still, it was his duty, and he had to succeed—or die trying.

In the end, he prevailed, finally reaching an open area on the other side—a deforested and scorched expanse used to host thousands of tents. It was the Mongol army, established in this part of Yi-Ti, though unable to cross the mountains as the man had, since the roads were impassable for such a force, and Basilisks could swarm in the hundreds if their territory was threatened.

The man spoke a few words in his native tongue and advanced toward the camp as sentinels began appearing in the area. They let him pass with a nod, acknowledging the brooch he wore, a symbol of his role in the army's intelligence division.

He continued riding until reaching the camp's central area, where the command tents were located, heading for one bearing the same insignia as his brooch. He dismounted and approached the tent, shouting something in his language as he entered.

A man, responsible for the Mongol army's intelligence and superior to the one entering, looked up upon hearing the commotion. The spy from the central province hurried in, holding a letter, exclaiming that it was urgent in the Mongol language.

The intelligence leader quickly approached. The messenger, crouching respectfully, handed over the letter.

"I retrieved it in the central province after intercepting a carrier pigeon flying to the capital," explained the man, while the intelligence leader said nothing. He simply took the letter, opened it, and read. His eyes widened slightly as he absorbed its contents.

He looked at the man and understood the urgency. "Good work. You will be rewarded for this." That was all he said, without even dismissing the man. Instead, he hurried out of the tent, brushing past the spy, and made his way to the main command tent, where the army's leadership was situated.

There, he found the army's supervisor, responsible for organizing troops and directing them to the front lines as they prepared to march north.

The intelligence leader entered without issue, handed over the letter, and explained the situation. The supervisor, too, was surprised by the information, but he was not the invasion's commander. His role was to lead the army to the front lines and secure more provinces; above him was a superior officer in Yi-Ti—the one commanding the invasion.

The supervisor quickly began issuing orders. He assigned a trusted messenger to deliver the letter to his superior, as only he could decide on the next course of action.