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At this moment, Sam happened to be with Maester Aemon. Maester Aemon originally planned to train Sam to become a new generation of maester, but since Sam has now transformed himself into the chief political officer of the Night's Watch, responsible for managing the daily logistics of thousands of people on the Wall, Maester Aemon applied to the Citadel, hoping that the Cardinal would send a new maester to the Wall for support.

Jon pushed open the door, walked gently to the bedside, and carefully tucked the quilt for the person on the bed. Maester Aemon seemed to notice his arrival and asked softly, "Commander Jon, is there anything important you want to ask me?"

Gilly was very smart. She quickly brought three cups of steaming water, then quietly left the room, leaving Jon, Maester Aemon and Sam alone.

Jon took a deep breath, then slowly spoke: "Maester Aemon, Sam, I have encountered a matter that makes me hesitate, and I hope to hear your opinions. Mance Rayder is determined not to surrender, but there are still tens of thousands of wildlings outside the Wall. Stannis's patience has been exhausted..." His eyes revealed a trace of worry, and then he told his plan - he planned to join forces with Stannis to launch a surprise attack on the wildlings. They had to catch these wildlings before the White Walkers... or kill them directly. After all, in this life-and-death battle, survival is the most important thing.

That night, Jon came to Stannis's room and expressed his willingness to cooperate with him. The two sides will work together to launch a large-scale operation against the wildlings outside the country.

Stannis was obviously very surprised. He stared at Jon with wide eyes and said in disbelief: "I really didn't expect you to take the initiative to make such a suggestion."

Jon sighed helplessly and replied, "I have no choice. In a month and a half at most, the real winter will come. We must take action, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous. My brother Bran once said that the White Walkers will surely arrive at the foot of the Wall soon. If we don't take action now, everyone will die at the hands of the White Walkers and become one of them. No matter what choice we make, the ending will not be better than this."

"You are right," Stannis said. "We have done all we can for these wildlings. Like the King-Beyond-the-Wall, he has completely ignored my offer of mercy, but I will give him one last chance. Tomorrow morning, I will make a final attempt to persuade him to surrender. At the same time, I will release some of the wildling captives so that they can go back and persuade their own people to surrender."

Jon sighed helplessly, "I don't really want to do this. I originally planned to wait for Robb to lead his army to reinforce us before taking action. This way, we will have more troops, and casualties will be minimized for both us and the wildlings. But Robb is launching the final attack on the Boltons, and time is running out, so we can only do it ourselves."

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Dragonstone, an important island located between Blackwater Bay and the Narrow Sea, is surrounded by steep cliffs, forming a natural barrier. Only in the southwest quarter is the terrain relatively flat, allowing for a certain degree of agricultural production. Once upon a time, there were only a few people living here, who made a living by herding and fishing, and lived a simple, self-sufficient life.

However, since Stannis Baratheon abandoned Dragonstone, the tranquility here has been completely broken. The former farmland was abandoned, and in order to avoid retaliation from the mainland, the fishermen left one after another to find a new livelihood. Today, Dragonstone is only a ruin and depression. The sea breeze whistled past, blowing up the dust all over the sky, as if telling the former glory and the current loneliness. Standing on the island, looking around, there is a turbulent sea all around, boundless. The waves hit the cliffs, making loud noises, which is frightening.

"Ang——" With a loud roar, a huge dragon flew across the sky. The dragon circled in the air, and the airflow generated by its wings made the surrounding clouds roll. This was the first time a dragon had visited this place in more than 100 years!

Looking from afar, one can see countless ships densely packed on the sea not far away. These ships are large and small, but without exception, they all fly the three-headed red dragon flag symbolizing the identity of the visitors. It turns out that this is the first expeditionary force led by Daenerys, and they arrived at Dragonstone with a total of 1,300 ships.

However, since the port east of Dragonstone had been in disrepair for a long time, a large area of ​​wooden docks had collapsed and been destroyed. The Queen's fleet could only slowly enter the port, but could not find a suitable anchorage.

Daenerys and the others boarded a small boat and landed on the beach. When her feet stepped on the sand, a familiar yet strange feeling came over her. She took a few steps forward, then reached out and gently touched the land. This was where she was born!

Missandei saw this and walked forward and asked softly, "What's wrong, Your Majesty? Are you worried about something?"

Daenerys slowly stood up, gently patted the sand off her hands, and then said slowly: "Actually, there's nothing special. I just suddenly felt that the feeling of returning home is not as exciting and turbulent as I originally imagined." After saying this, she turned and walked towards the fortress on the island.

Tyrion said quickly, "Your Majesty, please forgive me for being frank, but for your own safety, I think it would be best to let the soldiers make the necessary preparations first."

Grey Worm then stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, if you allow me, please let me go."

Daenerys nodded in agreement. Grey Worm then waved behind him, and two hundred Unsullied squadrons quickly entered the castle. Behind them, many small boats kept going back and forth between the fleet and the shore, transporting a large number of soldiers and craftsmen here, and speeding up the repair of the dock so that those large ships could dock smoothly.

At this moment, the three dragons have already started looking for their favorite place on the island to land. You know, Dragonstone Island once had twelve dragons living here!

Daenerys retracted her gaze, then turned to Tyrion and asked, "Is there any new news about Garlon?"

Tyrion said, "Lord Garon, there is no news yet, but Pentos has replied that he has received his order and is making preparations. It will become our forward base, and we will send Dothraki cavalry there one after another."