"Lord Snow, I wonder if the master at Winterfell has taught you that once a sword is drawn, it is difficult to retract it without shedding blood." Alliser Thorne's words were full of sarcasm, making Jon almost dare not look directly at him.

What shocked Jon even more was that he lost the courage to swing his sword at this moment.

The people around saw that Jon was at a loss, with his head down and his face red, like a frightened quail, and they immediately started to make a commotion, as if they would not stop until they saw a river of blood.

This atmosphere made Jon angry and actually stimulated some strength in him. He subconsciously tightened the sword in his hand.

"I, Jon Snow of Winterfell, challenge you to a duel. In the name of the Old Gods, if one of us must die, let the Old Gods witness this moment." Jon calmed his mind and said firmly word by word. As soon as he said this, the noise around him suddenly subsided a lot.

The sneers on many people's faces froze, but then they burst into even louder laughter.

But this time, the noise from the people around him failed to disturb Jon, who had already made up his mind.

He stared across at Alliser Thorne.

Alliser Thorne's face was full of sarcasm. He asked slowly, "Because I call you Lord Jon? You are so small-time that you want to disturb your so-called old gods? Or are you eager to see your damned, perhaps already degraded, bitch mother?"

These words made Jon extremely angry. He clenched his teeth, his face turned red, and the hand holding the sword swung towards Alliser Thorne's face without hesitation, as if he wanted to crush that stinky mouth in an instant.

However, Alliser Thorne simply turned his head slightly and cleverly avoided the fatal blow.

Although Jon was taught martial arts by the famous Ser Rodrik Cassel of the Seven Kingdoms since he was a child, he still looked like a young child in front of the battle-hardened Alliser Thorne.

Then Alliser stretched out his big hand and lifted Jon up from the ground like a chicken, grabbing his neck tightly.

Feeling the huge force on his neck that seemed to be able to crush his neck, Jon's strength quickly drained away. The scene in front of him flashed by quickly like a kaleidoscope, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground weakly with a "clang".

This sudden change caught Lyon off guard. After all, in Lyon's impression, Alliser Thorne was mostly talking nonsense and did not personally target Jon.

What's more, Jon's status is noble. Even if he is a bastard, he is the bastard son of the Guardian of the North. How dare Alliser Thorne?

Jon was like a puppet being controlled. He remained silent and began to roll his eyes on his flushed face.

"Oh my God, is the hero of Game of Thrones going to die like this? There's no such scene in the TV series!" Panic flashed across Leon's eyes, and then he solemnly prepared to step forward, draw his sword, and cut off Alliser Thorne's arm first.

Even if Leon was branded as an attacker of the Night's Watch, the best outcome for him would be exile from the Night's Watch, or even beheaded on the spot by the Night's Watch guards who rushed over...

However, at this critical moment, Alliser Thorne loosened his hand at the right time, allowing Jon to slip from his palm like a slippery catfish and fall heavily on the cold ground.

Just before Lyon was about to draw his sword to stop it, Jon had already fallen to the ground, holding his neck and gasping for breath.

"You ridiculous little bastard, since you have sworn an oath to your god, no one dares to object if I kill you right now. But I want you to understand that crushing you to death is no different from crushing an ant, but I don't bother to take your humble life."

"I let you live on because I hope you will put away your ridiculous self-esteem and do menial work like cleaning toilets for us, living like a maggot. You are not worthy of being a member of the Night's Watch."

Alliser Thorne said this and was about to leave. Before turning around, he glanced at Lyon and Eddie beside Jon with contempt. Although he did not speak, his face was deeply imprinted in his mind, especially Lyon. Alliser Thorne certainly noticed the murderous intent that Lyon showed to him just now, otherwise he would not have let go so quickly.

After all, in his opinion, it was not worth exchanging his arm for the life of a young recruit.

After Alliser Thorne's figure completely disappeared, the onlookers of the Night's Watch and civilians also dispersed. When they passed by Jon, they all showed their contempt for him.

On this desperate Great Wall, the indifference of human hearts is probably more biting than ice and snow.

This time, Jon's performance can hardly be rated as passing. Even though Jon did not escape like a coward when facing Alliser Thorne's provocation, losing is losing, not to mention that Jon was actively provoking without knowing his own limitations.

If Jon continues to degenerate after suffering this blow, I'm afraid no one will look up to him in the future.

When Jon finally caught his breath, he found that only Leon was left by his side, and Eddie was nowhere to be seen.

"Are you the only one who stayed to laugh at me?" Jon's first words surprised Lyon. He had never expected Jon to react like this.

"This is the retribution for stabbing Daenerys in the finale!" Jon's words left Lyon speechless.

He had prepared some words of comfort, but at this moment they were all stuck in his throat.

However, Leon still tried his best to squeeze out a word of comfort: "It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge."

For some reason, perhaps it was the first time in fifteen years that Jon heard such profound words, and the negative emotions such as regret and shame in his heart suddenly disappeared. After a long while, Jon seemed to have regained his courage, and he nodded to Lyon.

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