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Chapter 130: The King's Death (8)

Jon gently lifted the blanket on the stretcher and saw Stannis lying quietly on it, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. However, what was shocking was that half of the crystal clear ice spear pierced his chest from the right side, and the sharp spearhead was exposed, flashing with cold light.

Jon looked down at Stannis's injuries and found that there was not much blood on his body, but the wound was penetrated by the powerful force of the ice spear, forming a thin layer of frost, which was still spreading slowly. Obviously, Stannis was seriously injured and in critical condition.

Beside the stretcher, Melisandre had been silently waiting. She was still wearing the thin scarlet robe, which was not even stained with a speck of dust. However, her mental state was extremely bad at the moment. Her lips kept trembling and she was mumbling something, but those words were incomprehensible. Her eyes also became wandering, as if they had lost focus.

Davos' patience seemed to have reached its limit. He rushed towards Melisandre angrily, grabbed her collar tightly, and shouted: "It's all because of you. You instigated His Majesty to come to the north, and look at the result now! He trusts you so much, but where is your so-called God? Where is the favor of the Lord of Light? If he really exists, please show up and save His Majesty!" After that, he pushed Melisandre hard and fell to the ground.

"Ser Davos, please calm down." Jon quickly stopped him.

Melisandre silently got up from the ground and looked into the distance with empty eyes.

"I...I didn't expect this to happen." There was a hint of confusion in her voice.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and Stannis woke up. He looked at the people around him and said weakly: "Am I going to die? I saw Robert... and Renly. I have always pursued... justice in my heart. In the end, I killed my... brother. Now it seems that becoming a king... is not that important. Jon... these soldiers have been following me. Take them back alive. Please! Davos... help me take care of Selyse and Shireen... take good care of them..." His voice became weaker and weaker, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time. Finally, his head slowly drooped, and there was no sound.

Melisandre seemed to come to her senses. She walked quickly to Stannis, with a flash of panic in her eyes. She lowered her head and began to chant a spell. As her voice rang out, a strange power spread in the air. She waved her hands in the air, as if she was casting some mysterious spell. However, no matter how hard she tried, Stannis still did not respond.

"No... Impossible... I clearly saw him in the flames... He was the reincarnated prince... How could it be?" Melisandre murmured to herself, with an expression of disbelief on her face. She stared at Stannis, who had lost all signs of life, with wide eyes, unable to accept this fact.

Jon stood quietly by, watching all this silently. He felt extremely heavy-hearted and was confused about the future. He didn't know how to face the next situation, nor did he know whether he could lead these soldiers to survive.

Davos clenched his fists tightly, with sparks of anger flashing in his eyes. He wanted to kill Melisandre with a sword immediately, but reason told him not to act rashly. After a while, Stannis' body began to emit a faint light, and the ice melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This...what is going on?" Davos' face was full of shock. He stared at the scene in front of him in amazement and muttered to himself.

Jon frowned, staring thoughtfully at Melisandre, who was lying on the corpse and chanting a spell. He recalled the rumors he had heard before: "Robb has a man named Beric Dondarrion. It is said that he was killed by the Mountain many times, but each time he was resurrected by Thoros of Myr using the power of the Lord of Light. As a priestess of the Red God, maybe she can really wake up Stannis..."

Just as Jon was lost in thought, there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air. Everyone turned their heads and saw a faint blue cold light flying like lightning. It turned out to be an ice crystal spear of a White Walker, and its target was Jon who was thinking.

At this time, everyone's attention was focused on Stannis, and they had never expected that the White Walkers would launch such a sudden assassination. Jon's face changed, and he quickly dodged to the side and quickly drew his sword to counterattack. However, everything came too suddenly. Seeing the ice spear about to pierce his body, Jon's heart sank.

At the critical moment, a tall figure appeared in front of Jon like a ghost and blocked the fatal ice spear. At the same time, he pushed Jon far away to prevent Jon from being hurt.

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly rushed over and blocked Jon. The ice crystal spear in his hand directly pierced the man's body. The man tightly grasped the handle of the ice crystal spear with both hands, trying to pull it out, but gave up after trying several times. Finally, his knees softened and he knelt heavily on the ground.

Until this moment, everyone came back to their senses as if awakened from a dream, and raised their shields, ready to face the upcoming attack. The White Walker who originally launched the sneak attack let out a shrill wail! A pitch-black dagger pierced through its back and reached its chest. The White Walker screamed and instantly turned into an ice sculpture, and then exploded into countless crystal clear ice fragments, flying all over the sky.

"Ser Alliser!" Jon shouted, his eyes full of surprise and gratitude. It turned out that the person who saved him was Alliser Thorne, who had always been at odds with him and even made things difficult for him. This scene surprised everyone present. No one expected that Ser Alliser would stand up at the critical moment and save Jon's life.

Blood kept gushing out from the corner of Alliser Thorne's mouth. His face was as pale as paper, and he showed a bitter smile: "Haha, I never thought... that my ending would be like this. Boy, even now, I still don't like you. But I have to admit... that you are very competent as the commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch, at least... much better than me! In my heart... you will always be... that Jon Snow..."

Alliser Thorne spoke with difficulty, his voice becoming weaker and weaker, and finally he closed his eyes and stopped breathing.

Jon looked at his body, his heart filled with sadness and helplessness. He knew that Alliser Thorne was not a perfect man, but he was also a loyal Night's Watcher who had paid a lot to defend the Wall.