The king on the Great Wall

The cold wind was blowing, and the horse kept walking and snorting in place. While not letting go of his vigilance, Iger was paying attention to the sounds of the surrounding environment, while thinking about ways to avoid walking with Weimar and leaving the night watchman. About an hour later, Will is back.

"Huh?" Weimar looked up, looked at the poacher with a questioning look, and said in his characteristic arrogant and casual tone: "It's going to be dark soon, the savages should have stopped to start making fires and camping." .”

Will got off his horse, walked up to the three of them in a daze, swallowed, with a distraught expression on his face: "I know you won't believe it...but I don't know what happened in front...the savages are all dead."

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Chapter 4 Crisis

"what?"

"what!"

Two voices sounded at the same time, one with doubts and one full of shock.

Master Royce glanced at Iger strangely, "What did you see, tell me carefully, don't miss any details."

"The camp is two miles away, over a small snow slope, next to a stream," Will replied. "The camp fire has been extinguished, and only a pile of smoldering embers is left. The wild people are scrambling around the edge. Lying on the ground, I counted a total of eight people, which was about the same as the original estimate, but I didn't see any children... Everyone was motionless, including the one on the tree. blood, but the living never lie so still."

"The living people will never let the campfire go out." Gary said, "The temperature has dropped sharply in the past two days, maybe they are not prepared to be frozen to death?"

"Maybe," Will shivered cooperatively, "My lord, what shall we do now?"

"Put more clothes on when it's cold." Little Royce snorted, "When we set off nine days ago, the Great Wall was dripping. It's been a little frosty and occasionally snowy this past week, but it's definitely not too cold. Enough to freeze a brood of savages to death. What's more, they wear warm furs to keep out the cold, and the terrain is good enough to shelter from the wind and snow, and they have a fire."

……

Listening to the discussions and conversations among the three Night Watchmen teammates, Iger only felt the chill penetrate into his bone marrow inch by inch-how could this be?Ten thousand grass-mud horses galloped past in his heart, and secretly greeted the eighteen generations of Royce's family ancestors.

No matter how bad his memory was, this scene with a strong sense of sight made him wake up: what he was facing was the very beginning of the Ice and Fire story. This damned Waymar Royce, who led a patrol for the first time, led Watching the brothers bump into the White Walkers.The only difference from the original is that this time there is one more person!

"Since the wildling is dead," Gary frowned, and said with some anxiety, "let's turn back."

"Did the dead scare you?" Weimar turned back, with a contemptuous smile, and continued the line that the traveler seemed to have heard.

"Dead people are not scary," Iger realized that he could no longer remain silent without a sense of existence. Now he is facing a life-and-death problem: If Weimar Royce is allowed to lead a group of people to investigate the scene where the wildlings were massacred , they will meet the aliens head-on, and he doesn't feel that the lineup of three people in the original plot plus himself can deal with the terrifying existence that almost wiped out human beings thousands of years ago: "What I'm afraid of is killing Kill those savage things."

"You can kill the wildlings, but you may not be able to kill the night watchman." The young knight said confidently, but he was a little surprised in his heart. In his impression, Iger seldom expressed his opinions in public. "And, are you sure they're really dead? What about the evidence?"

"Will may not be a warrior, but he won't lie. Since he saw it, I believe it." Gary looked at several people with a dark face, "The superior ordered us to investigate the whereabouts of the savages, and we did so. Now they will not harass you anymore us……"

"Don't you think the commander won't ask us the cause of death?" Weimar interrupted the veteran unceremoniously, "Get on the horse and take me to see."

Gary showed an expression of displeasure, but in the end he didn't speak, and turned to walk towards his horse.

"I'm not going." Iger can't go with the crowd this time, it's a moment of life and death, "You can call me a coward or a coward, but I'm just terrified. For the past few days, I've been feeling terrified. Something full of malice is staring at us around...the wildling must have been killed by that thing, we can't be the opponent."

"I feel the same way." Will has never been assertive, but someone took the lead and quickly stammered to support Iger.

"The sky is getting dark." Gary looked at Iger with some doubts. With his seniority as a veteran, he could occasionally challenge the airborne captain, but who was the young man in the room with him who rarely clashed with others? The confidence to openly disobey? "We can look into it tomorrow."

"Interesting, night watchman, are you afraid of the dark?" Weimar's expression was slightly distorted. He was used to Gary contradicting himself, but it was the first time that the three soldiers agreed against him, which completely aroused his rebellious psychology. He said: "I've made up my mind, now - get on the horse and go to the scene immediately, I won't say it a third time."

"No." Iger intuitively felt that even at this moment, he would never be able to convince the stubborn young knight in front of him, so he made the final struggle in despair.He looked to Gary, hoping to gain the support of the veteran of the Night's Watch.It's a pity that the other party looked at him suspiciously for a while, but shook his head lightly to signal him not to be stubborn with the officer. "I have a strong premonition that this time, I have a high probability of dying."

"I don't believe your premonition." Weimar narrowed his eyes, "If you insist on not going, then run, but hand over your weapon before you leave, and you are not allowed to ride a horse. If you are confident that you can run back, I will not stop you, go ah?"

Iger looked at him, watched him put his hand on the hilt of his waist, collided with his eyes, and finally bowed his head to reality.

Leaving and turning directly into a deserter, there is no place for Westeros anymore. Besides, this place is hundreds of miles away from the Great Wall. Although the ranger training program includes the field survival, theory and practice are two different things after all. If he and the White Walkers don't come to embarrass himself, hunger, cold and getting lost are enough to engulf him, a little mortal.And to resist... Even if Will and Gary were to watch from the sidelines, I, who had little actual combat experience, would never be the opponent of this noble boy who was a few years younger than himself, but who had been taught by his family's swordsmanship coach since he was a child.

He had no choice. It seemed that he could only hope that the little life-saving preparation he had made before would come in handy.

"Get on the horse, you and Will go to the front." Iger's submissiveness made Weimar relieved, and he pursed his lips pretending to be disdainful: "Don't try to think about it, I will keep an eye on you from behind."

……

The four got on their horses and set off. Will led Iger as the vanguard, and both of them rode the horse nervously and carefully.There was a light snowfall last night, and now there are many rocks, tree roots and puddles under the thin and soft snow layer, and the horse will fall if you are not careful.Iger suppressed the fear in his heart, grabbed the rein with one hand and reached into the bag with the other, groped and grabbed the obsidian dagger that he had gotten with a lot of effort.

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Obsidian, also known as dragon crystal, is called frozen fire in ancient Valyrian.This thing is actually a kind of natural glass formed during geological movements... There is nothing special about this thing in the world Iger originally came from, but he guessed: maybe in this world where magic exists, this kind of crystal and Some unknown energy has a special effect, giving it unique abilities.

The White Walkers have disappeared for thousands of years. This kind of thing that claims to be able to kill the White Walkers is usually sold as an ordinary low-grade gem in the market. Because of its brittleness and dark color, it is not like corundum gems. Popularity - if it is not precious, naturally it cannot be sold at a good price, so few people do business in this area.

This leads to: although obsidian is neither expensive nor rare, it is not easy to get it.It took Iger a lot of time to entrust a night watchman recruit of the same class who was assigned to Eastwatch after completing the training together to buy it from an overseas businessman who traded with the Blackshirts, and it took several months of allowances.

When I first got it, it was just a strip of ore as thick as a forearm. Iger spent several weeks of training and spare time before slowly carving and polishing it into a rough dagger shape, wrapping the lower half with a piece of cloth as a talisman keep it by your side.

For this thing, for a long time, he couldn't even pay for an extra dish for himself when eating, and was laughed at by other brothers around him for a long time.

If this thing can save my life in the end today, at least this hard time eating dirt is worth it.

Human beings are inherently mortal, either heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather.Iger is not a coward who is so afraid of death that he goes crazy, but he will never accept it: in this unknown corner of the extreme north of the alien world, under the code name given to him by a few farmers, he died in obscurity of a kind that the world does not believe something that exists.

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Chapter 5 Meeting in a narrow road

The two miles were not far away, but they were walking very slowly through the forest. The dusk was getting darker, and the night in the North came very quickly. The light was less than one-ten-thousandth that of the sun, but due to the light reflected by the snow, the vision was barely good.

"It's the front." Will told Iger in a low voice, showing a little nervousness in his words.

"Be careful, if you encounter something, run straight away." Iger took a deep breath, compared to Will's fear of unknown things in the dark, he felt a little excited about what he was about to face—his body and Psychologically, I realized that when I was about to face the natural enemies of human beings, I had to start adjusting my state.

A wolf howl came from deep in the woods.

Will stopped and dismounted beside an old iron tree full of burrs, and Iger did as he did. The cold wind rang through the forest, and the traveler obviously felt that the temperature had dropped. As for the illusion caused by psychological reasons, it was still the White Ghost. Bringing the cold, he wasn't sure.

If the plot happens as usual, the group should be surrounded by the enemy at this moment.

"There's something wrong here," Gary murmured.

"Really?" The young knight smiled contemptuously at him.

"Don't you feel it?" Gary asked, "Listen carefully to the voice in the dark."

"The sound of the wind, the rustling of the leaves, and the howling of wolves. Gary, which one scares you out of your wits?" Royce dismounted gracefully and led the horse on a ledge away from the other three. On the low-hanging branch, and then drew the long sword. "If you're scared, watch the horses here for us. Iger and Will, come with me to see the dead."

Gary frowned and endured the humiliation, and took out the tool bag: "I'll make a fire."

"Old man, there is a limit to stupidity. If there are enemies in this forest, shall we light a fire to lure them over?"

"Some things are only afraid of fire," Gary said, holding a flint and steel, "such as bears, direwolves, and... there are many other things."

"I can't tell but I can't."

……

Iger frowned and watched the conversation between the two, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart. If they spoke in a quieter voice, would it be possible for the ghosts not to find them and leave with the newly recruited younger brother?

But he was neither qualified nor able to shut up these guys, opened his mouth to speak, and finally restrained the urge to speak, only clenched the dagger in his hand, and quietly hid it in his sleeve.

Gary glared at the young knight for a moment, then finally bowed his head and accepted the arrangement.Royce nodded with satisfaction, looked at Will and Iger: "Let's go."

Will looked left and right and walked forward in small steps, leading Iger through the dense bushes and up the low slope. The movements of the two were careful and gentle, trying not to make any noise... But the knight walking at the end did not intend to be "sneaky" at all. He strode behind the two with his head held high, his body rubbing against the blades, the metal of the ring armor colliding, branches splitting, catching his long sword or catching the luxurious cloak he was wearing from time to time, and Hence the curses.

Every time Royce made a little sound, the hearts of the travelers who walked ahead would be tightened.This damn fool, Iger cursed in his heart.They are not allowed to talk when there is no situation, and now it is time to keep quiet, but they continue to make noise, which is simply hopeless.In his mind, he imagined pointing his sword at the boy and ordering him to be quiet, but he knew that would not only make more noises, but even make the situation completely out of control under the condition of inferior skills.

Only one step at a time.

He really "walked one step at a time and watched one step at a time". Iger felt as if he had walked for a year during the short [-]-meter section of the road. Finally, he followed Weir to the small snow-covered slope.

Due to the high tension, Iger clearly heard the sound of cold air from Will beside him.

Under the soil slope in front of me, the bright moonlight fell on the open space, reflecting the remaining savage camp, the embers of the campfire were still emitting a trace of white smoke, the snow-covered rocks, the half-frozen stream, nothing unusual... except The savages that Will had spoken of were nowhere to be seen.

"Gods bless!" Behind him, Sir Waymar Royce swung his sword and chopped off a branch that was blocking his face. He also went up to the top of the slope and stood beside the two night watchman soldiers, holding the sword, and the cloak was blown There was a crackling sound, and the light of the stars and the moon clearly outlined his noble figure.

"Damn it, get down!" Will pulled Iger, causing the traverser to squat down, "Something strange happened."

Royce didn't move, he looked down at the empty flat ground and smiled: "Will, it seems that those dead people you mentioned have moved their positions."

Will fell silent, his chest heaving, trembling as he surveyed the empty camp.And Iger also felt the chills coming from all directions and penetrated into the gaps in his clothes. His right hand held the steel sword more tightly, while his left hand tightly held the obsidian dagger in his cuff, and he tried his best to open his eyes wide, trying to find the identity of the strange ghost. A little bit of whereabouts... In the TV series, the White Walker appeared from behind that kid Royce inexplicably, and he had long forgotten the description of that thing's appearance in the original book. This time, these ghosts will Where did it come from?

"Will, get up." Ser Waymar ordered, "There's no one here, what a shame to be hiding!"

Will was full of surprise, glanced at Iger nervously, and stood up reluctantly.

"I don't want to fail the first patrol, I must find these guys." Royce looked around: "Climb to the tree and take a look, move quickly, and pay attention to whether there is any fire nearby."

The last moment is coming, Iger controlled his panting, and whispered in Will's ear: "Be careful of the dead."

"what?"

"What are you talking about, hurry up!"

Will was made more nervous by Iger's inexplicable words, glanced at him, and turned around timidly to carry out the officer's order.The wind suddenly became stronger, and the poacher walked under the towering and straight blue-gray sentinel tree for a moment, drew out the dagger, bit it with his teeth, and began to climb up.As the tree trunk shook and a small amount of snow fell, it quickly disappeared among the branches and leaves, leaving only Weima and Iger standing in the ruins of the empty camp.

Iger's nerves were strained to the limit, and he finally understood why people used erect ears to describe listening carefully. If he could control the muscles around the ears, he would definitely erect this organ to the extreme.

What made him feel fortunate and terrified was that he heard an abnormal sound almost instantly.

Something was walking among the nearby forests, trampling on the snow and fallen leaves and making a slight sound, which was filtered by a thin layer of loose snow on the ground and only faintly came out. Iger couldn't even tell whether this was his illusion .

He looked around, raising his sword in a defensive stance.

"What's wrong with you today." Sir Royce frowned, "I have a little impression of you, you are a little different from those robbers and rapists, but..."

"Don't talk!" The temperature began to plummet, and the extreme sense of crisis made the traversers no longer care about the differences in their identities. He interrupted Weimar without hesitation: "Listen!"

"What are you listening to...it's just..." Weimar raised his eyebrows, and was about to sneer as usual, but his face changed: "Who's there?" After a lot of unbelief, he finally noticed it No: "Will, do you see anything?"

The poacher on the tree didn't answer. It was unknown whether it was because of the cold, fear, or a dagger in his mouth.

The place where the savages camped was in a depression in the forest, surrounded by soil slopes on three sides, which not only blocked the wind but also affected the vision. But I couldn't see anything under the dim moonlight... Weimar also raised the sword in his hand. Unlike the standard steel sword of the night watchman, this weapon was brought from home by him, and its texture and shape were even better than the one in Iger's hand. Be good, shining in the moonlight.

The leaves are rustling, the cold stream is gurgling, and the howl of the snow owl is heard from afar.The terror of the noise did not torment them long—for their maker came out quickly, and the White Walkers emerged from behind a slope and came round a tree to them.

Iger, who was on high alert, spotted it at the first time - the first white figure entered the view of the traverser. It was very tall, haggard and resolute like dry bones, and its complexion was as pale as milk.Its armor seemed to change color as it moved, from white as new snow to black as shadows, here and there flecked with the deep gray-green of the forest.Every step it takes, the patterns on it are constantly changing like the moonlight on the water.

Waymar Royce followed Iger's gaze and soon saw a figure suddenly appearing from the darkness. He took a breath and quickly raised his sword to point at the comer: "Who is it, stop!"

There was a warning, but the tone was no longer arrogant and careless when he gave orders to Iger and the other two soldiers. The young nobleman turned the long mink fur coat on his back to make room for movement, and held the sword in both hands. Sharp-eyed noticed that his hands were shaking.

The wind has stopped, the bone-chilling cold, the traverser's own hands are shaking - not pure fear, but also the fighting spirit that fills his body, the massive secretion of adrenaline makes his blood feel like boiling, the White Walker is quiet and slow He walked towards the two night watchmen without hesitation, holding a translucent crystal sword in his hand, like a very thin slice of ice.Iger knew that although Valyrian steel and dragonglass daggers could kill the White Walkers, only the former could go head-to-head with their weapons, and the out-of-print magic metal, I really couldn't get even a little bit of the dagger .

The Dragon Crystal Dagger is actually a piece of glass, it is too fragile, and I probably only have one chance to make a move - if I fail, I will be benevolent.Two against one, as long as this guy Weimar can hold this guy for a moment, he can...

"Since you don't stand still," Weimar bravely stepped forward, raised his sword above his head, and resumed provocation in a calm tone. "Let's compete!"

Iger took a deep breath, holding the sword in one hand and the dagger in the other, and followed closely the pace of the ranger captain.But the moment he took the first step, his beating heart suddenly stopped because of surprise, and an accident occurred that caught him off guard.

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Chapter 6 To be a dead man or a coward?

The second White Walker quietly emerged from the shadow behind the tree, and it looked almost the same as the previous one—just like some Europeans and Americans were face-blind before crossing, Iger couldn't tell the difference between them; followed by the first Three, four... The traveler's heart quickly sank to the valley; when the fifth pale figure entered his peripheral vision, the blood in the man's body seemed to freeze: something was wrong, shouldn't there be only One!

Wait, there may only be one person who shot and killed Weimar, but there are several who appeared on the stage. He really doesn't have the impression of this aspect!

There is no time to think about whether the progress of the story of the world he traveled to deviates from the plot or his own memory has errors. Now there is a more urgent choice in front of the traveler.If it was just one or two White Walkers, he could rely on the existence of the Dragonglass Dagger to muster up the courage to fight, but now the number of enemies far exceeds his own - the Dragonglass Dagger may indeed kill the White Walkers, but the holder is not very good With his agility and martial skills, holding a glass dagger and killing all the magic monsters that appear?How can it be!

(Is it when the hero for a few seconds then collapses in the nameless little hollow of the Haunted Forest and is resurrected by the White Walkers as part of the army of the dead, or...)

The thought in his mind turned for less than half a second, and Iger made a decision. He stopped rushing towards Weimar, turned his head and ran wildly without hesitation, out of morality and to make himself feel better, and even more so to show the Gary, who was watching the horse not far away, gave a warning. The moment he turned around, he yelled: "Don't get on, run!"

"Coward!" The roar of the young nobleman mingled with the whistling of the long sword piercing through the air sounded behind the traverser. Royce was already too close to the strange comer in front of him. He had no time, no room and no plan to turn around and flee. The forged sword collided with the translucent weapon in the hands of the other ghosts, but it did not shatter it as Weimar imagined. Instead, it emitted a high and thin sound that was close to the upper limit of human hearing frequency, resembling an animal howling in pain. high-pitched voice.

The rest of the White Walkers did not intervene. They stood by and watched without any concern about the outcome of the battle.One of them looked at the back of Iger running, and said a sentence with a piercing voice like fingernails scratching a blackboard, but obviously had a specific meaning. chase after.

……

Behind him, the sharp collision sound like glass cracking sounded again and again, reverberating in the dense forest and startling flying crows all over the sky. In a few seconds, Royce roared "Long live King Robert" and transformed into broken bottles and jars. It sounded like a crisp explosion, followed by the scream of the young nobleman.

Iger didn't look back, but quickened his pace.

The pulsation of blood impacted the eardrum and soul, making it difficult for him to hear the sound of the outside world.Whether before or after crossing, he has never been so close to death—the monsters behind him are more terrifying than the most brutal murderers or terrorists. Their only purpose is to kill themselves and use their corpses to grow They are just beginning to form the army of the dead. This is a contest between ice and fire, life and death for the dominance of this world.

The soft armor he was wearing, the animal fur he was wearing, and the steel sword in his hand... During the desperate run, everything outside him seemed so heavy, Iger almost forced himself to resist the urge to throw away the weapon.There is a difference between escaping for survival and fleeing completely frightened.

Running with all his strength caused his brain to be slightly hypoxic, and the tragic screams of the young nobleman echoed in the forest late at night, mixed with Iger's own heartbeat and breathing, making him feel that everything around him was blurred. Having nightmares again?Maybe when he woke up, he would find himself still lying on the bed in the ranger dormitory of Castle Black, his back wet with sweat?

There is a layer of snow on the ground, and there are puddles and rocks under the snow... When you come, you can carefully grope forward, how can you do it now?In a daze, he stepped on a boulder, and his body suddenly lost his balance.The earth came head-on and magnified rapidly in Iger's eyes. He fell an ugly dog ​​eating shit, and his face hit the tree roots and branches in the snow, which was hot and painful.

In an instant, everything in the past reappeared in front of my eyes like a slideshow, from playing and playing as I remembered...to entering school, graduating, working, finding a girlfriend, and preparing to start a family of my own. In this damned world, he happened to follow the broom star Weymar Royce out on patrol, and at this moment of life and death, he even fell down. Everything... Could it be that today is his own death day?

After becoming the time traveler night watchman, maybe he will become the first time traveler ghoul again?Really black humor...

"Boom!" A loud noise pulled him back from his memory to reality. In his mind, he had roughly recalled his life, but in reality his face only touched the ground for less than a second. The snow made him fall, but it also cushioned him. Despite the impact of his contact with the ground, although his face hurts, he is fine overall.

Iger felt that he could still be saved, so he stood up with all his strength, and immediately found the source of the loud noise - on a straight pine tree directly in front of him in the direction of escape, there was an ice sword surrounded by a faint blue light, which matched the pale moonlight. Reflecting each other is weird and terrifying.It was inserted into the pine tree with such great force that a half-meter-long section was deeply buried in the trunk.