The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 280 Night King
After witnessing the crazy deserter who was frightened by the alien army, every savage in Hawke's team showed a look of panic on their faces.

They never thought that in less than a week, Sern had already fallen!
Looking at the burning Thenn in the distance, Hawke couldn't help but look at the Spearwife, and asked in fear:

"What should we do, should we go to Magna to report the situation, or go to the Fist of the First Men to join the King Beyond the Wall?"

"I don't know, but I think we should gather the fleeing Thenns near the Milk River first, and then lead them to the Fist of the First Men!"

Hearing Hawke's question, the Spearwife looked at Thenn in the distance with rosy eyes, and then said firmly to everyone, enduring the grief of the destruction of her hometown:
"There are thousands of free people living around Sern. Even if Sern is destroyed by the white ghosts, there must be many survivors. We must tell them the news!"

Hearing such a difficult order, everyone's heart is full of heavy, everyone is worried about their families.

Seeing everyone's emotions were very negative, Spearwife could only wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. As the current leader of the team, she couldn't show any cowardice.

Looking at the people who were all in a daze, the spearwife turned over and jumped on the horse with firm eyes, then rode in the direction she came from, and shouted at the same time:

"Let's go, everyone, this is not only for Magna, but also for our own lives, please cheer up!"

Seeing the back of the spear woman going away, everyone could only let go of the grief in their hearts for the time being, and had to choose the same way to return.

After all, as I said before, thousands of people in the city of Sern were defeated, so how could the six of them play a role on the battlefield?

———In the city of Cerne

crackling~
The city walls and wooden gates that were originally relatively strong had long been turned into fly ash, replaced by huge icicles that crushed the surrounding houses.

The sound of various houses and castles being burned can be heard endlessly, the whole city is like a purgatory on earth, and the streets are full of corpses of savages.

The army of aliens who don't need prisoners doesn't need to stay alive at all, and they don't have any plans to occupy this castle as a camp.

For them, the dead are more useful than the living!

And outside the city of Sorn, thousands of corrupted ghouls were standing there blankly. From the full muscles on their bodies, it was not difficult to see that these ghouls were wildlings who had been transformed not long ago.

Obviously, these ghouls are members of the clan who disappeared in the woods. It is not difficult to see from their blood-stained stone axes and teeth that they have all been reduced to servants of the White Walkers.

stomping on...

The deep sound of horseshoes came from the woods, and dozens of elite white ghosts in heavy armor were riding on ice spiders that were comparable to war horses, and were riding towards the city of Sern.

(The spider is the novel content of WIKI, I also added it here)

And in the very center of this spider cavalry, a white ghost with skin as pale as the moon and crown-like horns on his head was slowly entering Sorn.

call--

As the strange ghost cavalry entered the ruins of Sorn, the flames that were still burning the houses and castles were instantly extinguished, leaving only the frost that gradually spread to the whole city.

The elite White Walkers staying in the city of Thenn saw the White Walker cavalry entering Thenn, and hurried forward to report in obscure ancient language:
"My lord, all the corpses in this city have been moved to the square, and they will become your new army."

If a southern scholar who specializes in history saw this scene in the city of Sern, he would definitely call out the name of the king of the White Walkers in horror—Night King!
Night King's royal blue eyes calmly looked at the thousands of corpses in Cerne City, and shook his head with some dissatisfaction:
"Not enough... not enough! Those alien invaders are very strong, and I can feel the traces of those invaders inside the Great Wall. I must be sure to win with one blow."

"My lord, if we can transform all the savages outside the Great Wall, then there will be hundreds of thousands of ghouls at our disposal. Why do we have to flee to the south?"

"Hmph... Our primary goal now is to prepare more ghouls. When the red comet streaks across the sky, it will be the day for us to fight the invaders!"

The Night King didn't say much about himself, his somewhat blind subordinate of the White Walkers, but instead focused his attention on the pile of corpses on the ground.

On the battlefield of the Frozen Coast a few days ago, the Night King used remote control of the ghosts to fight against the intruders who could cast magic.

In his prediction, those intruders were just ants under the leadership of a weak god, trying to challenge the majesty of the cold god.

However, after the battle really started, the Night King was horrified to find that those invaders with wings could use magic unscrupulously!

All kinds of weird but powerful magic, as well as the strong magic fluctuations, directly squeezed out the signal from the Night King to connect with the White Walkers.

Seeing this, the Night King resolutely left the cave that had been sleeping for thousands of years, chose to lead his army out of the land of eternal winter, and prepared to attack the savages and the Great Wall in the south instead.

As the so-called persimmons are weak, he can't beat those intruders for the time being, so can't he bully the savages and the night watchmen who are short of troops?
what?
You say this is a rout without dignity or honor?
They are not fleeing, it is just a temporary tactical change because the odds of winning are not enough!

All for a greater victory!
Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on the face of the Night King, and then he slowly raised his hands, immediately causing a little frost to condense in the surrounding air.

ho ho...

Bursts of wild beast-like low roars came from the mouths of those dead wild people, accompanied by strange convulsions, these wild people who had suffered fatal injuries before they were alive actually stood up!

Countless ice-blue eyeballs all converged on the Night King and the White Walkers, and the result made the Night King on the spider's back very satisfied.

Although the fighting power of these ghouls is not outstanding, even the wooden sticks picked up casually can be used as weapons, but they themselves are excellent cannon fodder.

For these ghouls who can still fight even if they lose their heads, killing one is earning money, killing two earning one is just a one-time cannon fodder.

"Time is running out, everyone, let's hurry up and prepare more troops."

Randomly pulling the rein wrapped around the spider's teeth, the Night King led the team away from Thenn, moving slowly towards the Fist of the First Men in the south.

Behind him, an army of nearly one hundred thousand ghouls was following him mightily, staggering but firmly following the Night King's footsteps.

(End of this chapter)