Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 150 - Moat Cailin.

[Chapter Size: 2000 Words.]

Third Person POV.
North.

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"Destroy all our enemies and cause chaos across the world, Dovahkiin!"

In a corner amid the darkness, there stood a daedric summoned from Oblivion by Daemon.

"Just do it..." Daemon muttered, rolling his eyes, as the creature nodded. In the next moment, it was invisible.

The Daedric returned in a purple explosion through the portal, and Jon continued the path alone, making sure to bring some climbing gear with him.

Even with the battlefield full, no one would see him as he approached the fortress in the distance, alone. Anyone stationed on the towers at that moment wouldn't even notice him passing.

There were many torches on the walls as well. The Ironborn seemed to be quite vigilant of their surroundings, after witnessing an entire Bolton camp that day, when the ground exploded in white flames and the dragon was clearly spotted by them.

They were afraid the dragon would return. No, they were terrified, wanting to leave immediately. They wanted to leave the North after what they saw. After all, there were many doubts about whether those walls could withstand the dragon's flames.

Jon could easily annihilate them all using Winter, throwing white flames and bathing the entire castle without effort. After all, he could simply use the cold caused by the flames in the environment, and everyone would die suffocated.

What they didn't imagine was that their doom would not come from a dragon, but from someone no one had yet noticed, climbing one of the towers on the wall at that exact moment.

Jon had already lost his invisibility and was doing it silently, while casting a spell to suppress sound. He kept climbing, needing to strike and break some stones, using a few pickaxe-shaped hooks. He quickly began to ascend.

No one had noticed him, while he could already see people walking atop the towers, with torches in their hands. He took a look as the men moved a bit away and climbed up that tower at the edge of the wall.

He looked at the sentries and quietly pulled the bow from his magical storage space, grabbing arrows, simply aiming at the first ones and hitting them with silent shots.

The men had their throats pierced and, before they could scream anything, they choked.

A nearby companion saw a certain commotion and saw his comrade lying on the ground, before seeing another arrow whizzing through the air and hitting him before he could realize. He fell to the ground too, trembling for a while before dying.

Jon looked to the other side and began shooting arrows as well, killing all the men he saw in that area, before moving toward one of the bodies and placing his hand over the armor.

He wore only a dark robe that night. There was no armor, not even clothing fit for battle, since his plan was to use a spell he had developed quite a lot in recent months, while using alteration magic to make modifications by pressing on the armor of the dead man on the ground.

In the next moment, the man's clothes vanished with the spell, reappearing as underwear in front of the body. And now Daemon had the enemy's armor after some adjustment to his body, which he would use as a perfect disguise.

The clothes he had worn before fell to the side, and he pulled them into the storage space, remaining there as an Ironborn.

He saw a few more people approaching as they patrolled. Jon took a few silent steps and began killing them.