The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

Several peasants squatting in a corner suddenly rolled up to the ground, their movements were agile, only snowflakes were flying, and sophisticated weapons appeared in their hands.

Bunyan Stark fell to the ground, and before he died, he subconsciously drew his sword, only to draw out the sword from his waist a little, and died in anger.

Several savage warriors pretending to be farmers rushed to Bunyan's side and were about to slash with swords. Suddenly, three horses hooves loudly sounded. When each turned around, the horse charge had arrived, and a savage warrior wearing an animal skin hat had a sword in the face. The power of this sword was like a heavy axe, and it almost cut his face away, and a terrible wound appeared on the purple face, like a deep hole. When the head of the partner next to him flew up, black blood spurted out of the wound on this guy's face, and he was shaking like a drunk.

The tough guy's long sword slashed out, and it was unstoppable.

The mouse tough guy and the poisonous stinger charged on three sides, and in just one moment, they cut down all five savages.

The tough guy turned over and got off his horse, holding a shield in his hand: "Watch out for the archers!" He grabbed it and picked Bunyan Stark. The rat and the stinger were on guard, long swords and shields, and the hips kicked uncomfortably, **** and threatening.

"Master Bunyan is dead." The tough guy's voice was as cold as ice.

Whoosh!

An arrow came, poof, and stuck at the tough guy's feet.

Several longbowmen appeared on the surrounding towering trees.

This arrow is only a warning.

"Crow, surrender!" The voice of a savage soldier called.

In the woods, far and near, there appeared one after another heavily armed savages. They rode war horses. They were very tall and different from the savages that were usually seen. Some of these savages wear very little, no armor, and their faces are all painted with patterns that do not understand meaning.

The front three riders with heavy axes, wearing animal skin robes, came slowly without rushing. The three of them glanced, and more infantry began to appear, all longbowmen, all with bows and arrows.

"Cannibals." The mouse shouted, "The Horde Squad."

"Poison Stinger, go back and report to Lord Mormont." The tough guy turned on his horse, the Spurs kicked and charged forward, and the mouse followed him closely.

Whoosh!

An arrow from the sentry tree hit the mouse's back.

The mouse turned and fell!

"Catch alive!" the cannibal leader shouted.

The longbowmen put down their bows and arrows.

The stinger hurriedly turned the horse's head, and there was a roar, and the packhorse and the accompanying air-war horse neighed suddenly, and ran away from the road.

Several figures also appeared on the left and right sides of the woods, some were chasing, some were shouting, and more were shooting arrows and intercepting stingers.

However, they are all infantrymen and no horses. The number of people is also very limited.

The horses of the savages are very rare, and the horses of the cannibals are even rarer.

With the stinger shield behind him, he swung his one-handed sword and shot down several arrows. He kept issuing orders, and the packhorse and the warhorse charged together, unstoppable, and quickly rushed out of the encirclement.

The tough guy charged head-on, and the leader of the cannibal laughed loudly. He jumped off the horse and swung a heavy axe lightly to fight the tough guy.

Savage fighters are better at fighting under the horse, and horses are more used for foot strength. There are few soldiers who can fight on horseback! They feel that they are not agile on the ground when riding a horse, and their strength cannot be fully utilized. This is exactly the opposite of the Dothraki people on the other side of the narrow sea.

The face of the cannibal leader was painted with hideous patterns with white paint. The heavy axe in his hand was very long, and the others were also tall. The heavy axe was flipped dexterously in his hand, and he knew that his arm strength was amazing.

The tough guy immediately charged, bent over, and slashed at the leader's door.

The speed of the sword plus the speed of the horse is as fast as lightning.

Suddenly he felt his body lighten, people soared into the air, trees and sky spinning rapidly in front of him.

The leader's long axe slashed horizontally and hit the tough guy's war horse's neck first.

The horse screamed and lost control of its forward thrust, and the inertial force threw the tough guy into the air.

This is also one of the reasons why the wild people like to fight. They are short on the ground and cut their horses and feet first. Their tactics are more limited to one-on-one combat. Thousands of battles and legion battles, they have not tasted the taste.

The leader of this cannibal squad is infinitely powerful and quick with a heavy axe. He prefers to chop off horse heads and horse necks. His heavy axe is also long enough, twice as long as a tough guy's sword.

Bang!

The tough guy fell to the ground, dizzy, and when he got up and stood still, in front of him was the heavy-axe leader with a playful smile. And the head of his horse has been chopped off.

"Throw down the sword, or I cut off your hand holding the sword." The leader laughed, his eyes gleaming.

puff!

A small arrow flashed like a black shadow, and it looked like the sting of a poisonous bee, centered in the leader's right eye.

The leader shook his whole body, his smile stiffened on his face, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Only a little bit of the tail of the small black arrow was exposed, and all the arrow shafts were inserted into the eye sockets.

The tough guy did not hesitate, stepped forward, roared, and cut down with a sword.

The head of the cannibal leader flew out, blood spurting like a fountain in his neck, his body was still standing, and he was holding a heavy battle axe horizontally.

Puff puff!

Little black arrows flew like shadows, and the savages fell one after another. The rest of the crowd was in a great uproar, making different calls, and fled.

The tough guy raised his head, and some green dwarfs flew between the trees like monkeys, with small marshmallow bows and arrows in their hands. One arrow shot out, and the second arrow rose again. It was fast and dazzling.

"Son of the forest?!" The tough guy was shocked.

He had never seen such a fast way of archery, arrows and arrows, as if there was no interval in between.

As if only for a moment, the enemy disappeared without a trace.

Had it not been for the corpses and blood on the ground, the tough guy would have thought he was dreaming.

A few dwarfs jumped from the tree. Their bodies were clothes made of bark and leaves. Their hands, feet and faces were green. I don’t know if they were painted with green paint or they were born with green skin. Their hair was also gray-green and their eyes were green. Light green.

"Tough guy Sauron, do you want to save your friend? Then hurry up." The dwarf leader said sharply. His hands, feet and body are short, but his movements are very coordinated and his body is very flexible.

Agile as a monkey!

The dwarf leader speaks the lingua franca of Westeros. He even knew the name of the tough guy Sauron.

"How to save?" Sauron was surprised and happy.

"Hold them on their horses and rush back to the Shenmu Cave before their bodies completely cool down. The Green Prophet can save them."

A few dwarfs moved like ants to elephants, and quickly moved the long-handed Bunyan Stark in the distance, the long arrow trembling on his chest.

"How far is the Green Prophet from here?"

"A hundred miles away."

The tough guy Sauron screamed, and the rat's horse ran back from the woods. But Sauron's heart sank. When there is no road in the ghost forest, one hundred miles is a long distance.

***

"Hi, Lord Will, I will personally write a letter to Bunyan Stark when I go back from the King’s Landing Tournament. Greyjoy." Theon was confident and energetic, looking forward to brilliance.

Will and Robb did not say a word, looking up at the strong and towering boulder wall in front of them.

The suspension bridge of the city gate has been raised, and the bridge head and the black oak inlaid iron gate are completely closed. The moat introduced water from the Green Fork River. The water was deep and wide. The water was surging day and night.

In front of the team, is the only famous ferry on the Green Fork River: Luanhe City.

They didn't walk away from King's Avenue, and had to detour across the Green Fork River parallel to King's Avenue.

Robb glanced at Theon, and Theon patted ahead and shouted upstairs: "Hurry up and put down the suspension bridge, Lord Robb Stark, the young master of the north, is going to cross the river to Rushing City."