The king on the Great Wall

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(If he hadn't just fallen, he would have been nailed to the tree trunk by this beautiful translucent magic weapon.)

One moment Iger was ashamed of this mistake, but the next moment he felt more fortunate than ever.Thank the old gods, thank the seven gods, thank the Lord of Light, the God of Thousand Faces, or any messy gods... He swore that if he could return to the Great Wall alive and develop later, he would give Westeros and even the entire Every god in the world donates a magnificent statue.

But now, he had to seize the chance of survival brought by this lucky fall.Iger got up on the ground, and finally couldn't help but glanced behind him. Royce's screams had stopped, and on the small slope that Will took him over a few minutes ago, a gray figure appeared. Standing quietly, he muttered something in a piercing screaming tone, as if he was cursing something because his perfect sword missed the target.

Once upon a time, he was amused by a ghost video made by a netizen who used the narration and dubbing of the javelin competition on the CCTV Sports Channel to mix in the clip of "The White Walker shoots the fire dragon Viserion with an ice spear". To be able to enjoy such a luxurious attack method capable of slaying a dragon today, should it be an honor or irony?

The moon was still quietly hanging on the dark and deep sky, and Iger met the eyes of the strange ghost who was chasing him not far away. With a movement in his heart, he suddenly realized: this strange ghost who was chasing... is gone now arms.

The opposite ghost threw an ice sword instead of an ice spear at him, and Iger didn't know if he was the one who attacked and killed the white dragon Viserion in the future... The traverser subconsciously picked up the steel sword instead of the ice spear. Confronted for a while, but finally suppressed the feeling of "can fight back" - I don't know if the White Walkers have other means, not to mention that even if they can kill this one, the other side of Tupo still has to deal with Weima · After Royce freed up more ghosts.

He valued his own life more than the temptation to kill a White Walker.

Glancing at the ice crystal long sword stuck in the tree trunk beside him, thinking he had no strength to pull it out, Iger stared at the opponent for another second, and after making sure it wouldn't cast a spell, he turned into an ice spear out of thin air to shoot himself After that, he turned around and continued to flee to the direction where the four of them were leading the horses.

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"What happened?" Gary asked loudly when he saw Iger from a distance. He heard Weimar's screams, and he had already untied the reins and rode on the horse, ready to escape. If Iger appeared a few seconds later , the veteran will run away with four horses: "Where are Weimar and Will?"

"The Other Ghost!" Iger ran to the tree leading the horse out of breath, pulled the rein of his horse, and climbed up with hands and feet: "Run!"

"White ghost?" Gary's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to look at the distance behind him: "Is it... the one chasing you?"

Iger was terrified, and turned his head to look back.In the dark dense forest, it is actually difficult to recognize the silhouette of the White Walker, but the moonlight reflected by the ice sword in its hand and a pair of eyes shining with faint blue light are too conspicuous... The figure raised its arm again, and the blue light flashed. flash.

"Get down!" Iger yelled the moment he realized something was wrong, and at the same time crouched on the horse's back.

The veteran did so without hesitation, and it saved his life, as the ice sword flew past Gary's fur hat, headshot Will's horse still alive, and slammed into Royce's lead horse. On that tree, the sawdust that hit the trunk with a loud noise flew across, and the snow on the top of the tree fell under the vibration, crashing and hitting the two night watchmen and the four horses.

What kind of power is this?

The dead horse fell to the ground with a bang, and the remaining three horses screamed in shock. Gary rode the front hoof so high that he almost knocked him off. The war horse leading Weima broke free and ran away without a trace.The two were embarrassed and terrified, they didn't bother to shake off the snow on their bodies, and they didn't plan to chase the frightened horse back. They kicked the horse's belly and fled south without looking back.

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Chapter 7 Escape?

The only remaining horse collapsed, and although it was still alive, it couldn't stand up anyway.

Iger glanced south, then looked back, and sat down on the ground.

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Ten days have passed since the night when they encountered the strange ghost, and the two of them have escaped for ten days and ten nights. During these ten days, the time they spent closing their eyes was less than a day. Fall to the ground and never get up again.

Fortunately, there are only a few leagues left before the finish line, no matter how long it takes, I will definitely be able to sleep peacefully in the safe south of the wall tonight.

The escape all the way was not smooth. Although they escaped from the ghosts, they soon ran into trouble: the supplies carried by the patrol outside the Great Wall were carried by the four people who performed the task.As the officer, Waymar Royce rode another war horse, and naturally he brought the lightest but most precious dried meat floss; Iger’s horse carried blankets and spare clothes, Gary carried bread, and Will kept the feed. Oatmeal for horses... If you had to choose two of these four things and run away with only the other two, what would you choose?

The answer doesn't matter because Iger and Gary don't have a choice.Will's horse was killed by the White Walker, Weimaraner's was frightened away, and the two surviving night watchmen had only half of their food and warm supplies... The problem quickly came to the door: there must be food and grass.Of course horses in the wild can live only by eating grass, but the horses of the night watchmen are heavy-duty after all. In order to ensure physical strength, the fat and protein contained in oats are indispensable. Now that the grain is lost, it is impossible for the two of them There was not much bread for the animals, Gary's horse was exhausted after two or three days of eating grass, and the condition of Iger's mount was only slightly better. As for the reason, the traverser suspected that it was purely because of his lighter weight.

The two stopped for a short time after the first horse fell, and quickly made a decision to cut off the wrist of a strong man.They killed the first horse and took the meat, and distributed all the remaining bread to the remaining horses as rations.Putting weapons, food and blankets weighing tens of catties on the horse's back, I couldn't escape on foot... The three guys who survived the catastrophe just ate horse meat and bread, and fled for several days. After feeding the last loaf of bread, I finally approached the Great Wall.

Gary sighed, took off the things on the horse's back and threw it aside, and drew out the steel sword.

Iger, who was leaning against a tree for a short breath, looked at him suspiciously: "What are you doing?"

"Kill the horse."

"Kill the horse?" Iger felt inexplicable, "Escaped with us all the way, there is no credit but hard work, and you are almost home, but you kill the killer? There is still half a day away from the Great Wall, and you crawled back hungry, let alone horse meat Haven't finished eating yet."

"Hmph." The veteran snorted disdainfully, "Are you planning to go back to Castle Black?"

"What do you mean?" Thinking also consumes energy, and Iger really doesn't have the heart to play riddles with the veterans now: "Where else can I go if I don't go back to Castle Black."

"I'm going to cross the Great Wall to the south and find a place to hide." Gary stared at Iger: "At the westernmost end of the Great Wall, there is a natural dangerous canyon that runs from east to west and cuts off the Frostfang Mountains. Because of its existence, the Great Wall The original builders thought that there was no need to build fortifications in this section, so they only built a solid tower on the south side of the canyon, and led a chain bridge to the opposite side. This tower is called West Bridge Watch, and we all know that the night watchmen built nineteen towers along the Great Wall. Fortress, only this one, doesn't lean against the Wall..."

escape?Iger's heart shook, but he had been thinking for a long time: "So, we can bypass the Great Wall from that bridge to the south? Commander Mormont won't let such a huge loophole exist."

"Of course not. The Skull Bridge has been sealed, and the Shadow Tower will send people to guard the West Bridge to prevent the wildlings from climbing the Grand Canyon with iron cables. We have to cross the Grand Canyon, go down to the bottom of the canyon, and then climb up. Coming to the south of the canyon... there is almost no road, it is dangerous and difficult to walk, and it is impossible for a large army with luggage to pass through, but if we two lightly pack, there is still a great hope of crossing."

"After bypassing the Great Wall, is there any follow-up plan?"

"No." The veteran shook his head: "Let's take a step and see."

"Then run away, you don't know the fate of deserters." Iger shook his head: "White ghosts are scary, but after all, there is a way to deal with them, as long as they hide in the Great Wall and rely on..."

"You know an egg," the old soldier interrupted, "Wymar Royce is dead, he's a nobleman!"

"We didn't kill it."

"We didn't kill it, but in the eyes of some people, it's no different from us!" The veteran said bitterly, "Subordinates must protect the chief, and now that the chief is dead, the two of us ran back in despair , Whatever you say, the credibility will be discounted, White Walker? Damn White Walker, it’s okay if the kid Weimaran is alive, and now we are the only two left to go back, it’s no wonder those guys will believe it!”

"What will happen to us?" Iger frowned, and he only cared about escaping all the way, but didn't think about it.

"What will happen?" Gary sneered, "Although we have brought the information about the appearance of the White Walkers back to Castle Black, whether we will be treated as deserters is a matter of the above sentence. Since we may be treated as deserters, why? Why don't you just run away?"

Iger was silent for a while, and said uncertainly: "The Night's Watch is so short-handed now, we two are Rangers after all... Commander Mormont can't just cut it down."

"Of course Commander Mormont doesn't want to kill us, but the family of Waymar Royce will want an explanation!" Gary said bitterly: "The Royce family used to be the supreme king of the valley, and they are also ancient The First Men family has a history of thousands of years, and has been the most powerful vassal of the Arryn family in the valley after being surrendered. Even the Stark family has to be polite when they see them. And the boy's father After sending his son here, he generously provided a large amount of supplies to the Night Watchman, if such a great nobleman wants to ask for an explanation for his son's death, do you think Commander Mormont will protect us?"

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Since the ruler of the Valley did not participate in the War of the Five Kings in the original plot, most people may not have any impression of the Royce family, but if I tell you: Sansa was brought to Winterfell in the Battle of the Bastards to help Joan En Snow defeated Ramsay Bolton's valley cavalry, and all of them were under the orders of Waymar Royce's father, Jon Royce. Half of them even came directly from Royce's family, you can understand this What a big family.

Iger didn't know if Gary was alarmist. Although it had been nearly a year since time travel, he was born in a world that called for equality for everyone. To be honest, he didn't know how much influence and voice the great nobles in this world had.But he knew very well that even though those big families were played around under the conspiracy of Littlefinger and the eunuch, it was still easy to deal with a night watchman soldier....

No wonder the survivors of the patrolling trio in the original plot had to run away.

Now the problem is: the patrolling survivors who crossed the Great Wall finally died under Ed Stark's sword. Iger didn't think that he, a traverser who didn't know the way or people, could change this fate by joining the escape team... Should we go back to Castle Black or take the Grand Canyon of the Frost and Snow Fangs to bypass the Great Wall and flee south?Or to put it more abstractly, should the decision of fate be left in the hands of the Night Watchman Legion, or should they be controlled by themselves?

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"Even if the commander-in-chief doesn't cut off our heads in the end, we will be blacklisted. We will be the first choice next time if there is any dangerous or death-threatening mission." Gary continued, adding another very convincing sentence Reason for escaping: "Not to mention anything else, Benjen Stark will definitely lead people north to find out whether the White Walkers really exist. If the two of us have not been beheaded, we will lead the way without any suspense. People and cannon fodder. I have been on the Great Wall for 40 years, and I have a clear understanding of the temperament of these officers. They don’t even have to poke their butts, I can guess what shit they will pull out.”

Iger had nothing to say and sighed. At least Gary was right. In the original plot, Benyan Stark did lead people north to find Weima Royce, and he also disappeared during the search. .Even if he survives another patrol, there will be a ranger expedition launched by Lord Commander Mormont to find Benjen Stark; Just an ordinary person who has just learned how to wield a sword and ride a horse, who can guarantee that he can survive round after round of crises?

I'm afraid it's too late to make a long-term plan, and we must leave the night watchman as soon as possible.It's better to hit the sun than choose the day, or run with Gary!

It's a pity that this horse, which I'm used to riding, escaped from the sword of the strange ghost together with him, but it will eventually become my rations on the way to become a deserter.

Just as he was about to make a decision, the horse, tired and slumped on the ground, grunted uncomfortably and struggled to stand up, as if he had sensed Gary's intention to draw his sword.The old soldier waved his sword, intending to kill it quickly, and was about to strike, but suddenly his expression changed, and he hesitated: "What's the sound?"

"Don't scare me." Iger's hair stood up, and he shut up quickly after being stopped by the other party's gestures. The two sat and stood still, quietly receiving the information from the surrounding environment to the senses.

The whistling of the cold wind and the rustling of the branches and leaves constituted the background sound between the heaven and the earth. In addition, there were only the breathing and heartbeat of the two of them, and Eggmar's restless snort.But gradually, a muffled impact sound with a fixed frequency stood out from the background sound... From far to near, it changed from an illusion to a clear audible, "噗哒" and "噗哒" are very rhythmic, obviously approaching the two.

This was the sound of horseshoes trampling on the thin snow. Of course, the two of them were familiar with it after listening to it for ten days, but now the horse that had escaped with them was collapsing on the ground. Where did the sound of horseshoes come from?

Was Weimaraner's frightened horse chasing after him, or...

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Chapter 8 The lingering ghost

The sound of hoofbeats was getting closer and closer, and the identity of the comer was soon revealed: Will's horse, which was headshot by the ice sword ten days ago, emerged from the trees. On the stiff body covered with icicles, sat a pale and thin man silhouette.

The White Walker who hunted down Iger transformed the dead horse into a ghoul creature, transformed from an ordinary White Walker into a White Walker knight, if not for his poor riding skills, he would not have caught up with the two until he was close to the Great Wall.

But now the result is not bad, there is a feeling called satisfaction in the body of the different ghost: finally caught up.

As far as humans are concerned, the endurance and firmness of the two black-clothed humans in front of them are quite excellent, especially the younger one: from the decisiveness of turning around and running away as soon as they see themselves, to the calmness of not having naive thoughts when they see their own weapons And accurate judgment, to the agility to avoid throwing ice swords, and the speed to escape all the way... This is a human being with good qualities, and after today, he will also be a good subordinate of the ghoul.

One-on-two, but the strength, equipment, and ability advantages of oneself are so great that they can completely ignore the disadvantage of one more opponent, not to mention that the two human beings in front of them are already at their physical and psychological limits... This is not a battle, but a battle. hunting.

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The collapsed horse neighed and got up and stumbled to the distance, while Iger drew out his weapon and looked coldly at the chasing ghosts.The hot air is steaming up from the lungs, and the deep throat is unstoppable and low-pitched gasps, not from the vocal cords, but from the soul-shock and fear are transformed into a raging fighting spirit: the opponent has a horse, running is Determined not to run away, then, either you die, or I live!

The last stand is not to protect the Great Wall, let alone defend the kingdom, but to survive.

"I'll stop it." Gary also realized that his side was in desperation, and raised his sword: "You run, someone must remind the brothers that winter is coming."

"No, I don't want to be desperately chased after you are killed, and I will run away until I die." Iger knew that it was impossible for Gary to stop the other party: "We will kill him here, and then escape across the Great Wall together. The specific plan will be discussed later, be careful of this guy's weapon, the steel sword can't stop it, if it dares to throw us with that thing again..."

The enemy didn't wait for him to finish speaking, it stared at the two night watchmen for a few seconds with its faint blue eyes, and charged towards them on horseback.

"Get out of the way!"

The two quickly separated, and the surrounding trees became a good cover. The two night watchmen staged a King of Qin circle around the pillar in the Haunted Forest, circling around the obstacle so that the horse-riding ghosts charged several times without touching them. Hairy, so many times, the latter growled in a piercing voice, dismounted and rushed towards the two of them on foot.

"Go!" Gary yelled and rushed forward.

"Beware!"

Iger called out, the sword training received by the night watchman is the most basic block and counterattack skills, it is more than enough to deal with the wildling raiders who fight only by instinct and strength, but the basis of this combat method is based on "weapons can Hold the collision", and this condition is not satisfied in front of the White Walkers!

Without much preparation and confrontation, the real battle went from an outbreak to a life-and-death climax in an instant. Although Iger reminded the veterans to be careful of the weapons of the White Walkers, Gary has been accustomed to his fighting style for more than 30 years. Seeing the White Walkers show their flaws , Subconsciously, he stepped forward and slashed head-on!

It was an unpretentious but extremely skillful blow, the angle was impeccable, and the timing was right for the moment when the White Walker got off his horse and was not able to gain a firm foothold.Gary has not received any fancy swordsmanship training, and only relies on 40 years of experience and proficiency. This slash seems to have brought together all the skills and strength of his life, even if the dawn sword god climbed out of the grave. Deal with this sword with all the energy—the veteran even had an intuition: If Iger does not make up the knife, this sword will end the battle.

(Even if this blow is blocked, I can quickly withdraw my sword and turn it into a side attack, forcing the opponent to continue to defend. At this time, Iger can attack it from behind, and it turns out to be a damn thing. The best thing is, if you can Bring the dead body of the White Walker who came to your door back to the Great Wall, and the two of you don’t have to take the risk of being deserters!)

This is a tricky and deadly sword. If the opponent is a human, he may be in big trouble... But the reality went wrong at the first step, because his sword broke.

The sword that Waymar Royce brought from home could only hold out a few times against the ice sword of the White Walkers, while the standard weapons used by the soldiers of the Night Watch were the most common steel swords, and the materials were only "worthy" It is steel", its toughness and strength are difficult to compare with fine steel, and the moment it collides with the alien weapon for the first time, the part of the collision will directly crack, and the whole sword will be broken into two pieces plus a few pieces from the middle in such a gorgeous way. The fragments made a loud bang.

Gary has never encountered such a situation in his 50 years of life. He was stabbed by the ice sword calmly by the strange ghost when he was stunned for a moment.

"No!" Iger's eyes were shattered, he was still two meters away when his companion fought against the ghost, and he had no time to cooperate, so he could only watch his teammate being stabbed down, roared in despair, and walked away without hesitation. Rush back towards the enemy.

For Gary, Iger doesn't have much love or admiration - how can a night watchman who has served for 40 years as a soldier be admirable?Just like myself before time travel, arriving at the construction site as a supervisor to conduct inspections on behalf of Party A, of course it is impossible to make friends with a migrant worker who is five or sixty years old and is still moving bricks and building walls on the construction site and cannot read a single word.It’s not that dogs look down on people or discriminate against working people, but that the vision, thinking, and lifestyle of the two people are so different that they don’t have any common topics or hobbies, so how can we talk about sincere friendship and affection?

But no matter what, Gary is his roommate under the same roof as himself, and he is also the black-clothed brother who has taken care of him the most after the traverser arrived at the Great Wall... The most important and realistic point is that the veteran is his opponent facing the White Walker at this moment. The only comrade-in-arms, the only remaining support and spiritual support, he has a series of coordinated plans in his stomach, as long as he can lure the other ghost to show a little flaw, he can stab the obsidian dagger in his hand into the opponent's body.

If all goes well, Gary will also be his guide and partner in escaping from the Great Wall.

But now, all plans and plans are stillborn.The only remaining teammate was stabbed to the ground by the enemy's sword without even holding on to a face-to-face. How could he possibly defeat the human natural enemy with powerful strength and strange abilities in front of him?

"Ah—go to hell!" When hope disappears, how rational and cowardly people may become crazy, Iger roared hoarsely. At this moment, fear disappeared without a trace, and nothing can scare a person who has already A soldier who decides to die with the enemy.He raised his sword over the top with his right hand and slashed at the back of the alien's head, while his left hand held the obsidian dagger tightly, and stabbed the enemy with all his strength.If there is no possibility of surviving today, then fight like a man, since you will definitely die, then don't think about it!

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The pale human figure turned around, raised the weapon expressionlessly to block, this last prey made him a little disappointed, the previous one was defeated by him like this, but still attacked him in exactly the same way?

This sword that is slow like a snail, deformed by anger, and whose trajectory is so clear that he can block or dodge it in countless ways is the last struggle?Oh, and maybe that little dagger in the other hand?

The White Walker showed a disdainful expression. It relies on magic to maintain its shape. It has no harm at all, except that cutting off its head can cause some trouble for itself, and stabbing its stomach... Even if you stand still and let it attack, you can't even think about it. Inflict half damage to yourself.

The White Walker raised the ice sword, blocked and cut Iger's sword exactly as if the scene of defeating Gary was reproduced, and then took advantage of the empty door in front of him to take a sweep, and the ice sword crossed the traverser's body Body, everything is settled.

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Chapter 9 The Lucky White Walker Slayer

The ice sword hit a human being, but instead of the smooth feeling of cutting the flesh as expected, it shattered into pieces all over the sky with a crisp cracking sound of "ping--".At the same time, there was a wave of warmth from under the White Walker's chest, and a warm little thing broke through the protection of the ice armor and entered from the lower abdomen, stubbornly squeezed into the middle of its useless internal organs, and It became hot in a second, as if burning the soul!

what happened?

As a weapon that relies on magic to maintain its existence, how can it be broken if it is broken?Even if it collides with the best steel sword in the world, it should not have the slightest crack or gap.As for the thing that pierced his body, as a person born in the land of eternal winter with surging magic power, even if he was poured by boiling lava, he shouldn't feel any pain, unless...

As the magic power to maintain existence was disturbed and dispelled, the White Walker could no longer think. It threw away the ice sword with only one handle left and covered its lower abdomen in vain, as if trying to cover back the magic power that was constantly draining inside. In the same place, pale blue blood spurted from the wound and hissed around the dagger. It stretched out two skeletal pale hands to pull out the dagger, but the fingers began to smoke and dissolve as soon as they touched the obsidian. It let out a shriek of unwillingness to do anything about the foreign body that had entered its body, knelt down powerlessly on the ground, and did not move any more.

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Iger sat slumped in the snow, staring blankly at the body of the kneeling White Walker shrinking rapidly.The first thing to shatter and fall off was a layer of armor of unknown material covering its body, and then the pale flesh that was exposed began to fester and become blurred and sticky, melting and dripping like a snowman bathed in the sun, within a few tens of seconds Afterwards, the White Walker was left with only a milky white glass-like skeleton, crystal clear like a handicraft of jade carving, shining with clear light... However, even the last evidence of the existence of the White Walker was slowly melting. In the end, only the dragon The crystal dagger remains, surrounded by water vapor, it seems to be undergoing some magical changes, the water vapor in the air condenses into layers of frost on its extremely cold surface, and the originally dark short weapon quickly turns into snow White, blending with the snow on the ground, you can't find it without careful observation.

It wasn't until half a minute later that Iger was surprised to find that he was not dead.

The hand holding the sword was painful and numb, the tiger's mouth was cracked and blood oozes out, the enemy's strength is so terrifying, even if the steel sword is not broken, it is impossible for him to hold the sword again after the blow.With his other hand, he touched the place on his shoulder where the White Walker had slashed. The fur coat was cut open, but the clothes inside were not damaged, not to mention the expected hideous wound or bleeding profusely. He pondered for a while in doubt, and a strong sense of gratitude instantly filled his chest.

It was pure luck that he survived.

At the moment when he had a life-and-death confrontation with the strange ghost a moment ago, he had made up his mind to die together. No matter how he looked at it, his obsidian dagger would hit each other with the strange ghost's ice crystal long sword at the same time, and the strange ghost threw the sword. The great power that can penetrate trees, maybe his entire upper body is cut off... But he won, and he won because his dagger was one-tenth of a second earlier than the White Walker's ice sword, maybe zero-one-one second Stab each other.

The final result of this weak lead is: the ice sword of the White Walker turned into a mortal thing at the moment when it cut through the outer coat and was about to kill him, and turned into a real "ice" sword.So, the moment it cut itself and endured the stress, it shattered like an ordinary piece of thin ice, turning into ice slag all over the ground.

If my hand was half a beat slower, I would be waiting to die slowly in the blood flow; if the other ghost knew that he was holding an obsidian dagger and took strict precautions, I might have been cut into several pieces... But There are no assumptions about the past, he won, won under a series of coincidences, and won under the opponent's carelessness.

The fear of almost dying was long overdue, and there was a palpitation that almost incontinence came from his crotch. If he hadn't shhed cleanly before, Iger suspected that he would pee in his crotch. There was a twitching powerlessness in his legs, and he couldn't crawl for a while. stand up.

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Over there, Gary, who fell to the ground, made a short moan-like sound. Iger trembled in surprise, and scrambled to pick up the obsidian dagger covered with a thin layer of frost, and held the half-cut steel dagger. Sword - against non-magic ghouls, these should be enough.

"Gary," he said tentatively. Originally, he wanted to ask if you were dead, but before he left, he thought it was stupid to ask, so he changed the sentence: "Are you still alive?"

The person who fell to the ground let out another series of groans. Although he couldn't make out what it was, it was clearly a short sentence with ups and downs. The traverser heaved a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground again.

The threat of life disappeared, and the ability to think returned to his body. He remembered: In the original plot, after Jon Snow killed a White Walker, all the ghouls transformed from this White Walker instantly fell apart and turned into ghosts. Rotten broken bones, now that the White Walker is dead, the person it killed can no longer become a ghoul.