Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 137 - Last Hearth 01.

[Chapter Size: 2000 Words.]

Third Person POV.
North.

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The ground was slightly dented by the footsteps of thousands of men advancing south in sync at that moment.

The entire Gift plain was being filled by men marching with every step.

Even wearing animal leather clothes, a unique characteristic of the inhabitants beyond the Wall, anyone from the Seven Kingdoms seeing them march at that moment wouldn't say they were wildlings from beyond the Wall.

They all synchronized their steps, stomped their feet in march, advancing south in groups of 500 men in two columns, following the command at their front.

Jon separated 50,000 men and 100 giants from the main group, while leaving another 130,000 people and 500 more giants guarding the Gift, still building the place. They were under Mance's leadership. While Jon was away fighting, the man's leadership would certainly be necessary.

Mance wanted to fight when he tried to raise his small army to pacify the North. Jon denied that request, as he needed someone who could lead the free folk — and that someone was none other than Mance.

He was authorized to execute anyone who tried to rebel or attack any other village in the North. Jon had also left enough supplies for all 130,000 people to feed themselves for six months, storing all provisions in Castle Black, where it would be distributed and controlled by the free folk, like their own Watch, also being able to make use of the resources.

The Stark children still remained in the camp, even with uncle Benjen's request for them to go to the Wall. Still, they chose to stay. Daenerys even managed to handle the children in recent days, despite having shown some antipathy at first toward the boys for being Starks.

Surprisingly, it was Jon who showed mercy toward the children, saying they weren't guilty of their parents' crimes, comparing their situation to the way he had been treated.

'I am not that low,' he said when they spoke.

Lucius also shared responsibility with Daenerys and took his brother to keep her company.

In any case, the company of 50,000 men heading south was already formed. Eight giant wolves were advancing, leading the army at the front, while Jon rode ahead of the men, some giant wolves walking at his side.

Jon's eyes were fixed on the terrain as he dealt with the scouts. There were still eagles in the sky, which he could assume with his consciousness — even if he had to leave his body with white eyes, it was still quite useful to gather information in seconds, a skill that would have been welcome in Skyrim if he had had the chance to learn it before.

But better late than never.

A scout approached Jon at that moment, while the leaders were right behind Jon's horse. His horse stopped near him, unwilling to get too close to the wolves surrounding Jon.

"Jon, the Umber stronghold, as you said, is only six hours from here," the scout reported.

Jon nodded.

"Very well. We'll get there before nightfall. I want to camp in front of the castle," Jon said calmly.

"We're not going to make any surprise attack," said the man beside him.

His name was Bak, and he lived beyond the Wall raiding villages with his tribe through ambushes, whether under the cover of night or at moments when they caught others off guard and unarmed.