Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 76 - Departing for King's Landing.

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Third Person POV.
Westeros.

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The meeting continued for a few more hours while Jon asked questions and gave orders about the camp, some of which were to be executed while he was away.

In the end, he returned to the tent with Val, asking the leaders to inform their tribes that he would be away. This would make his free folk a little restless, but it wasn't the first time he had left. He only asked that they wait for him, as once he returned, he would begin the final stage to invade the Wall.

The next day, Jon was organizing a few things, mainly with Mag and the other giants, while they handled the logistics of the mining veins he had discovered. They were bringing more iron ore for the free folk to refine before passing it on to the forges.

Besides teaching the free folk how to work with the forges, he used transmutation on many of the bronze weapons, turning them into steel, a few hours every day. The number of weapons was already quite sufficient to start the war against the south. Much better than the bone or bronze weapons they had before.

"Jon." Mance called him at that moment while he was talking to the giants.

"Mance, are they ready?" Jon turned to the man.

"Yes. We gathered everyone as you asked." He said.

"Great, let's see. Mag, keep up the work while I'm gone." Jon told the giant in front of the others.

"Snow." He affirmed.

After that, Jon followed Mance to the center of the camp as they moved to the other end, where a large open area formed, with thousands of men and women wielding swords and shields.

All of them were still wearing free folk clothing—after all, there was no better attire in this cold—while they stood in line, one beside the other.

Tormund and a few leaders were watching the lined-up men. Jon arrived with Tormund, nodded to everyone, then took a step forward, looking at the group, fixing his gaze.

"As you all know..." Jon began, his voice echoing throughout the open space. "I will be heading south in a few hours and will be there for some time. Maybe a moon, maybe two. Soon, I will return and, like an eagle, I will always have my eyes on the camp, watching through the eyes of my wolves that will remain here.

Because of that, I will be present in case of an emergency. And in the meantime, I expect you all to keep training and maintaining discipline. When we begin our march south, we will bleed that land as we conquer everything and everyone. Are we understood?"

The army's response came immediately. The warriors banged their swords against their shields, and the echo quickly spread through the area. There were at least thirty thousand soldiers there, all prepared. Jon nodded, satisfied. This was the result of a year of training. And, with more time, this force could reach eighty thousand men and women of the free folk when the right moment arrived. Those who did not march would serve to maintain the camp's and the people's security.

"Great. Now continue training!" Jon ordered before turning back to the other leaders. "I leave things in your hands."

Tormund nodded, continuing to shout orders to align the groups and train them, while Mance accompanied Jon back to the camp.

"How is your son?" Mance asked as they walked together. It had been a year since Jon had taken over as King Beyond the Wall... so Mance's son had already been born.