Game of Thrones: Battle Royale Game

"Go back north of the Great Wall to catch a White Walker? Damn it! How could you have such an idea?" Tormund's voice was loud, reminding Ian of Robert, "No! This is absolutely not possible!"

The savage leader refuted Ian. The savage leader had a beard as white as winter snow, a huge belly, and stretched out the black mail armor he had taken from an unknown ranger. He waved his thick arms, The golden hoop engraved with the runes of the ancestors on his arm sparkled in the sun.

"Presumptuous!" Perhaps they felt that Tormund's objection and overreaction to the emperor were disrespectful. Several Westeros knights who were eager to show their loyalty and bravery in front of Ian took a step forward and held their swords in their hands.

Seeing this situation, Tormund just glared at them with no intention of retreating. Although this wildling raider known as the 'Giant Bane' is not tall, he has a broad chest and extremely thick arms. Ian doubts whether these knights together are Tormund's opponent. .

"Stand down, knights," Ian waved his hand. He knew that these people were so motivated to become his 'Kingsguard', but he was really not in the mood to consider it now," let Tormund finish. ."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Upon hearing this, the knights immediately returned to their original positions.

"Go on, Tormund, and tell me your reasons for objecting to this." Ian turned to Tormund again.

If other people object, Ian will most likely choose to ignore it. If he is in a bad mood, he might just order to be dragged out and beheaded, but Tormund cannot do that. He is the leader of the wildlings now, and Ian urgently needs to use those weapons now. Savage.

This time Ian sent people out to capture a ghoul to prove to everyone that there are indeed evil creatures in the north, and to conduct an in-depth investigation of the White Walkers.

Detection from the air alone is unreliable. When the original author Martin was chatting with the illustrator of Ice and Fire, he once mentioned that the White Walkers have the ability to control a kind of "ice" that can reflect light and make their bodies blend into the surrounding environment. When this kind of ice is made into armor by the White Walkers, even if the White Walkers pass by from a distance of people's sight, people will not notice them at all.

And if the White Walkers use such ice to conceal their whereabouts or hide secret strongholds, then they may actually have deployed manpower to certain places in the south under the nose of Ian Scouting Eagle.

Although this was not enough to pose a threat to Ian's well-prepared defense line, too many unknowns made Ian feel uneasy. This time he plans to send fifty elite soldiers, divided into five teams to conduct reconnaissance - Ian's Scout Eagle will accompany them, so that even if they are attacked, Ian can know where the sneaking enemies are hiding.

The problem facing Ian now is that he lacks the manpower to go out to investigate.

The original Night's Watch rangers have been lost, and the people Ian brought from Slaver's Bay, Volantis and the south of Westeros are not accustomed to the extremely cold climate and are not familiar with the terrain beyond the wall.

Therefore, the only people Ian can rely on are the wildlings and the Northern Warriors under Ed Stark-each team arranges three wildlings as guides, and brings seven northern warriors to ensure the safety of the wildlings. 'Loyalty', this is Ian's initial idea.

"There is nothing outside the wall now, Your Majesty, except for those pale shadows, there is only death." Tormund seemed not to know how to speak.

Ian rarely saw a look of fear on Tormund's face.

"You southerners don't believe in the existence of White Walkers," Tormund continued, looking at the Westeros nobles, "but we have been hunted by White Walkers in the north. They follow us like a shadow, hiding day and night. They don't appear when this ancient sun shines, but they are not far away. The shadows are always there, maybe you can't see them temporarily, but they are always at your feet." Probably remembering some bad memory, his voice sounded again Getting louder, with fear and anger in his voice.

"You said they attacked you? What do they look like?" Eddard Stark asked suddenly. He once again thought of the Night's Watch deserter he executed outside Winterfell. The guy also swore to himself that He saw the White Walkers, but he didn't believe him.

"I don't know," Tormund shook his head, "We have never had a head-to-head confrontation." As soon as he said this, the entire training ground suddenly burst into laughter.

They took Tormund's words as an excuse for the wildlings to invade south. Ian pinched his eyebrows. He was not surprised by this. After all, if the nobles of Westeros would believe the wildlings, those rumors in the army would not produced.

"They didn't attack us directly, but they kept following us, eating away at my team!" Tormund said loudly again, "I lost too many scouts, and the stragglers and stray ones never came back. Every night we Everyone gathers around the bonfire. At night, only fire can drive away those terrible monsters.

But if it snows... no matter it snows, sleet, or even freezing rain, dry wood is so hard to find. Even if you find it, you can't light it, and the cold... Some nights our campfire is weak and almost extinguished, so that by morning We will die a lot of people. "

"It sounds like you are just describing the cold winter. Winter is what it is. They just freeze to death, wildlings." It was Lord Greatjon Umber who spoke sarcastically about Tormund. He is the lord of the Last Hearth City, which is the castle closest to the Great Wall in Westeros. The Umber family has been fighting the wildlings who crossed the Great Wall and invaded south for thousands of years. It is not an exaggeration to say that the two sides have a blood feud.

The Greatjon didn't trust the wildlings, not a word of them.

"Then what about those dead people standing up again? The dead people rising up again attack the living people. Is this also caused by winter?"

"You just said that you have never had a direct confrontation with them." The person who spoke this time was an earl from the valley. "Your ability to lie seems to be a bit average."

"I'm talking about their masters! We can deal with the dead. Steel and stone can kill the dead again or smash them into pieces, but the masters of the dead are hidden in the white mist... How do you deal with them? Fighting in the fog, Southerner? A shadow with sharp teeth... The air is cold, sucking it into your lungs like a knife... You don't understand, you don't understand... Can your sword cut through the cold?" Tormund looked. Looking at the Earl of the Valley.

Hidden in the white mist? Is it that kind of ‘ice’ power? When Ian heard this, he suddenly thought, and then he thought of the player he saw in the Ifverlon Forest and the 'White Walkers' under him. Since they can be seen by him, does it mean that their abilities are actually far away? Smaller than the real White Walker?

That's normal. After all, there's no reason why two Japanese soldiers and Japanese soldiers should have the same equipment.

After Tormund finished speaking, he looked at Ian again: "Can your sword cut through the cold again? Emperor of the Southerners? I will never let my people die in vain!"

"What a coincidence. My sword was made to cut through the cold." Ian snapped his fingers.

"What?" Tormund was a little confused. The next moment, he suddenly found that the sunlight around him had disappeared. He looked up suddenly and saw that a huge thing that covered the sky and sun appeared in the sky above the castle.

Then there was a deafening dragon roar, and the roar created a shock wave that made the nobles on the training ground almost unsteady. Tormund, who bore the brunt, was directly knocked to the ground.

"This is my sword. Believe me, no one will bring a hundred thousand 'Yanks' and dragons here to fight the cold again. This is your only chance." Ian said, asking Thomas Mond stretched out a hand, "Tormund, do you want your people and their descendants to live under the threat of 'cold' for generations to come, or do you want to join me and split this 'cold' ?”

"I you." Tormund hesitated for a moment, reached out and grabbed Ian's hand, but he did not stand up, but half-knelt on the ground with the help of Ian's strength, "Your Majesty, the free people are willing to do it for you. You fight." (End of Chapter)