Post-war reconstruction is a heavy and complex task no matter where it is.
Since the capture of King's Landing, cases of all sizes have been as numerous as ox hair, making Viserys Targaryen's scalp tingle with busyness.
Fortunately, the three dragon eggss were finally ready to hatch, allowing Viserys Targaryen to free up some time.
Besides hatching the dragons, it was also to fully incorporate the wildlings scattered in the South.
At this moment, the Royal Kingsguard, after the rain, was filled with the scent of earth and decaying leaves.
Viserys Targaryen was riding a white warhorse, stopped outside the Kingsguard.
Behind Viserys Targaryen, the three dragon eggss from the original story—Drogo, Viserion, and Rhaegal—were on a bonfire, shining with a mysterious light.
Dragonstone had been destroyed by Viserys Targaryen after he triggered a geothermic explosion.
At this time, the only place that could barely satisfy the conditions for hatching dragon eggss was the Kingsguard in King's Landing.
If not for the lingering geothermal heat in this place, the ancestors of the Targaryen Family would not have built the Dragonpit nearby!
Under the gaze of the entire army, Tormund, taking the lead, stood in an open space, his red beard like a burning flame in the morning wind.
The next moment, he took a deep breath and put two fingers into his mouth.
"Whoosh—"
A crisp whistle tore through the morning's tranquility, like a lone wolf calling to its distant pack.
The sound bounced between ancient trees, drilled into every damp tree hollow, startling birds throughout the forest.
At first, there was only the wail of the wind passing through the branches.
Then, a pair of vigilant eyes appeared from behind an oak tree, followed by a second pair, a third pair... The rustle of worn deerskin boots on fallen leaves sounded like the entire forest was softly breathing.
"Come out, you cowards!"
Tormund beat his chest, his voice so loud it startled the birds, "Look who's here!"
Hearing this, a red-haired wildling girl, carrying a bow and arrow, cautiously stepped out of the bushes first.
She stared at Tormund in disbelief and said, "I heard you were locked in a dungeon built by the andals. You haven't surrendered to those noble lords this time, have you?"
Facing the wildling Ygritte's taunt, Tormund nervously poked his head out.
After glancing back at Brienne of Tarth, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, behind Viserys Targaryen, he gathered his courage and said, "Free folk never surrender... unless it comes with food and lodging!"
"Dungeon?"
Tormund burst into laughter, "I drank all their wine cellars dry in there! This new King is much more generous than that fat King!"
Listening to Tormund's words, murmurs spread through the crowd.
They were all afraid that this Dragon King would kill all the wildlings Beyond the Wall, just like the previous King, Robert Baratheon!
"If they are not of our kind, their hearts must be different!"
Many wildlings shook their heads, refusing to surrender.
Staying in the Kingsguard, they still had a chance to struggle and escape.
If they went out, they might end up like Mance Rayder, the King Beyond the Wall!
Just then, the bushes parted again, and a giant, fully two meters tall, emerged.
His skin was grayish-brown, his face full of wrinkles, his cheekbones high like cliffs, and his nose bridge sunken but with an undeniable majesty.
Several worn animal skins barely covered his giant-like body.
"Did they promise us food and to let us leave?"
Wun Wun the giant looked directly into Tormund's eyes and asked.
"Uh... She said he did!"
Tormund became a bit nervous, and his voice grew less confident.
To be honest, he really didn't understand Viserys Targaryen's style.
But his love-struck mind couldn't care about that much anymore!
Just then, Wun Wun the giant directly dropped the thick wooden stick in his hand and walked straight towards Viserys Targaryen's army.
"Defense, archers!"
Brienne of Tarth, startled, quickly turned her horse around, blocking Viserys Targaryen.
"What is this? A giant?!"
Brienne of Tarth's eyes widened, and even the sword she held trembled slightly.
She had never even seen such a legendary creature!
Brienne of Tarth's palms were covered in cold sweat.
"Grey Ghost!"
Seeing the giant approach, Young Aegon frowned, and a scorching Dragonflame instantly rose in Grey Ghost the dragon's throat.
"Wun Wun, don't be impulsive!"
Seeing this, the red-haired Ygritte shouted loudly, "Don't trust Tormund, he might have sold us out!"
However, Wun Wun the giant completely ignored Ygritte's advice.
He simply left a single sentence that made Ygritte and the others stand frozen in place, unable to move for a long time.
"We all saw it with our own eyes: Viserys Targaryen defeated that death-like monster with dragons and magic! Even if we resist, what can we do?"
This statement instantly extinguished all wildlings' extravagant hope of continued struggle.
Indeed, what could these scattered soldiers do against a king who could even defeat the Night King?
As Grey Ghost the dragon was about to unleash Dragonflame, Wun Wun the giant knelt on one knee: "I, Wun Wun, hereby swear allegiance to the true dragon King."
This action by Wun Wun the wildling completely shattered the last mental defenses of the wildlings Beyond the Wall.
One by one, the wildlings knelt unwillingly, like wheat waves blown down by the wind.
For a thousand years, this was a ceremony of submission the free folk had never performed; even Mance Rayder, the King Beyond the Wall, had never enjoyed it!
Viserys Targaryen quietly watched the kneeling crowd, suddenly recalling the scenery Beyond the Wall.
What difference was there between those wildlings who fell at the foot of the Wall fighting the first men of the North for warm lands, and those knights who fought for fiefdoms and titles?
It was merely another form of resource plundering!
"From now on, you can voluntarily choose to stay in the South or return Beyond the Wall!"
Viserys Targaryen said sternly, "But the premise is that you must not violate the laws of the Targaryen Family!"
Hearing this, all the wildlings let out a long sigh of relief.
Viserys Targaryen did not want to enslave them!
In the distance, the kneeling wildling woman Ygritte also secretly put away her hidden longbow.
If Viserys Targaryen had truly tried to kill all the wildlings present just now, she would have let Viserys Targaryen know what hundred-paces-piercing archery was.
At this moment, Tormund proudly raised his head and winked at Brienne of Tarth, as if saying, "Beauty, I've proven myself now, can we all be together?"
"Roar—"
Suddenly, an angry dragon's roar broke the silence of the entire scene.
Grey Ghost the dragon was stepping on the hem of the wildling woman Ygritte's clothes, scaring her into trembling on the ground.
She was just a hair's breadth away from being trampled into a pulp!
"Wildling woman, what were you trying to do just now?"
Aegon Targaryen asked, seething with anger.
Dragons are magical creatures; anyone who shows murderous intent towards the Targaryen Family will be detected by a dragon.
Just now, Grey Ghost the dragon had keenly sensed the murderous intent the wildling woman secretly harbored towards Viserys Targaryen.
It was precisely because of this that Aegon Targaryen was furious.
"You really don't understand anything, Ygritte!"
Ygritte raised her head, closed her eyes, and self-mockingly said.
At this moment, she was already prepared to turn into dragon dung.
"Enough, Aegon!"
Viserys Targaryen shook his head, interrupting Young Aegon's furious behavior.
Since the death of his dragon Sunfyre, many nobles from the empire had begun to become restless.
Especially Prince Doran from Dorne, who even tried to bypass Viserys Targaryen and instigate Young Aegon to replace him!
Fortunately, he not only explicitly refused the overtures from Dorne in private but also firmly stood behind Viserys Targaryen, concerned for Viserys Targaryen's safety.