The journey of the film and television world is endless [continued]

The woman dressed as a man is Lord Leighton's eldest daughter, Morua Hightower, known as the "Mad Woman". She is about the same age as Catelyn Tully, but she is still unmarried. She is passionate about all kinds of knowledge, especially the exploration of the field of mysticism, and has become a senior scholar in the Citadel. After hearing the news that the White Walkers appeared in the north, she was determined to follow Garth.

Moroya asked curiously: "Why did we come here instead of going directly to the Wall?"

Garce explained: "As far as I know, due to the need to maintain supply to the front line, only the fleet directly under the Queen can dock at Eastwatch. Other reinforcements need to rest here for a while to adapt to the severe cold climate in the north before being dispatched to the Wall."

Moroya nodded thoughtfully, expressing her understanding. She knew very well that in such a harsh environment, the adaptability of the army was crucial to its combat effectiveness.

"So do we need to wait here too?" She looked at Gars in confusion, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Garce shook his head slightly and replied, "No, we don't need to stay here. Garlon has already made arrangements for us to go directly to the Great Wall. He told us that we can follow a caravan that is about to set off."

After hearing this, Morua's eyes lit up and she said excitedly, "Oh, that's great! I can't wait to see the legendary White Walkers. When I was in the Citadel, those stupid guys still refused to acknowledge the existence of these monsters."

Garce frowned and said to Morua in a serious tone, "Sister, don't take it lightly. According to rumors, those ghosts are terrifying beings with immortal bodies. If something unexpected happens because of your negligence, how can I explain to father?"

Moroya curled her lips and responded nonchalantly: "I know. Am I a three-year-old child? I will naturally run away if I encounter danger."

Garce sighed helplessly and reminded in a low voice: "Despite this, you still have to be careful and try to avoid causing unnecessary trouble. After all, we are operating in secret this time. If we are discovered, it may cause dissatisfaction from King's Landing and High Court."

Morua shrugged, showing understanding, but her eyes revealed a hint of disapproval. She looked around and noticed many familiar faces around her. These people were direct descendants from various families. "If I'm not mistaken, that's Horace from the Redwyne family. Gods, I have never seen such an ugly guy."

Garce: "It should be his twin brother Hober. As the heir of Qingting Island, it is inappropriate for Horace to be here. After all, the Red Castle has just appointed Earl Paxter as the new Minister of the Navy."

Moroya rolled her eyes. "Humph~ Does the kingdom still have a navy? That old fox Paxter is willing to let his son come. Is he trying to bet on both sides?"

Gars smiled helplessly. His sister always looked down on the Redwyn family. But then again, Earl Paxter was indeed a cunning old fox. He sent his two sons here this time, obviously wanting to play both sides and join whichever side wins. This made Gars a little disappointed. He didn't expect Paxter to be so despicable.

"Okay, let's get off the boat first! Garlon's men should be waiting for us." The two of them said as they walked towards the military camp.

Along the way, Moroya looked around curiously. She saw many familiar faces, these were knights and soldiers from various families, they were wearing various kinds of armor, some of them were riding tall and mighty war horses. In addition, she also saw some people wearing sophisticated armor, which was obviously a well-trained elite force.

"It seems that other families have sent out a lot of elites." Moroya couldn't help but sigh.

Garce nodded. "Yes, everyone is not optimistic about the Iron Throne, so they all want to take this opportunity to show their goodwill to the Dragon Queen and leave a way out for their family."

Moroya nodded thoughtfully, "I see. Then you have to perform well too."

Garth smiled and said, "Of course, we need to let the Dragon Queen know that the Hightower family is also powerful."

After that, the two quickened their pace and walked towards the military camp. Gars and his men had been waiting until the sun was setting, and finally received the notice to set off. They were arranged to ride in a carriage, and Hopper was also riding with him, which made the whole atmosphere seem a little awkward. Their soldiers had to follow behind on foot, and the armor and other equipment were placed on the transport carriage.

The carriage team stopped and started on the snow for two days. The severe cold in the north was beyond their expectations. These soldiers from the warm south felt the cold and froze like dogs.

Then they saw a huge wall of ice stretching across the land. As they got closer, they felt the magnificence of this man-made wonder more and more.

Mole Village, originally the closest to Castle Black, has been expanded on a large scale. Hundreds of tall long houses are built of logs, each of which can accommodate dozens of people. These houses extend neatly to the east, with as many as three or four hundred of them. Some of these houses are already inhabited, and various flags are planted on the roofs, so dense that it is dizzying.

Hopper, who has been staying in King's Landing for many years, is very familiar with the flags of the nobles. He exclaimed: "Wow! So many flags, I have never seen such a complete family crest in King's Landing."

At the Stone Drum Tower on Dragonstone, Daenerys's ministers were all here to see their queen off.