I became the old one

Chapter 119 The Redeemer (for Subscription)
"Woooo-"

The sound of the vast horn sounded on the walls of Winterfell, and echoed on the snow-covered city with the bitter north wind.

"What happened?" The remaining drowsiness in Krutenes' heart was swept away by the desolate howl, and then he noticed the ground shaking slightly up and down.

"boom!"

The door of the room was pushed open at once.

The cold wind mixed with the white snow like sand and dust poured into the room, bringing pain like a knife.

A young dragonborn appeared in the wind and snow. He was wearing a cloak and holding a silver spear in his hand. Only his black eyes were exposed from his whole body.

"Sir, it's not good!"

The dragonborn boy said: "There are monsters everywhere outside the city wall, and those undead on the ice field have appeared again."

An unprecedented war is coming.

Even a city lord like Krutenes felt a little panic in his heart, but the dragon-born boy holding a silver gun in front of him looked unusually calm, his slightly thin figure standing tall in the white snow.

"Damn!"

Krutenes hurriedly got up from the bed and put on his clothes and armor.

While putting on his equipment, he hurriedly issued an order: "Call all the dragonborn to gather and prepare for the battle. Immediately send a message to the queen and nearby cities for help."

"understand!"

The dragonborn boy nodded and left from the door of the room.

The figure was quickly buried by the wind and snow.

Krutenes came to the city wall. Although Winterfell had been quiet for hundreds of years, it was fortunate that many Granian nobles were exiled to this bitterly cold place during the great purge. in the middle of the ground.

It is precisely because of this reason that Winterfell City's defense ability at this time is not bad.

In this icy city, there are more than ten thousand dragon descendants living at this time.The dragon descendants who can survive here are all quite strong, and they are all fighters above the qualified line.

On the city wall at this time.

A large number of dragon descendants have already gathered, their bodies are stiff, their expressions are terrified, and they are looking into the depths of the ice field.

"Damn you bastards!"

The battle is coming soon, but these guys just stand here blankly.

Crutenes, who was covered in thick fur armor and looked like a giant mammoth, saw this scene on the city wall, and suddenly he was a little annoyed. Before the people arrived, the curses had already flowed against the wind. Snow came.

"City Lord! The City Lord is here!"

"Winterfell is coming to an end, we have to get out of here quickly."

After hearing Krutenes's resounding curse, the dragon-born soldiers on the city wall were not afraid, but as if they had found their backbone, they all looked at Krutenes with concealed eyes Constant fear and confusion.

"Get out of the way, aren't they just some monsters?"

Krutenes stretched out his thick and powerful palms, and pushed away the dragon descendants who stood in front of him.

As he walked towards the edge of the city wall, he couldn't help cursing and said: "300 years ago, hundreds of exiles were able to hold on to this city. You are descendants of the Grania family. The blood of a hero, but look at what you look like now, it’s just some monsters that scare you—”

When Krutenes came to the edge of the city wall, he saw the scenery on the ice field.

His voice suddenly stopped in the wind and snow.

After half an hour.

The cursing sound turned into a desperate sigh: "My God, is this a nightmare?"

Krutenes stood at the sheltered place on the edge of the city wall. In front of him was the endless ice field. Standing on the city wall and looking into the distance, the ice field was covered with a thick layer of wriggling white blanket, densely packed with dark golden pupils. Just one glance is enough to make one's scalp numb and trembling all over. They ran peacefully on the ice field, walking on the undulating ice as if walking on the ground.

White-skeleton spiders, ice trolls, ghost ghosts...

The monsters that had disappeared for hundreds of years reappeared in front of the Dragonborn, and they were far larger and more numerous than recorded, looking like a white ocean.They walked on the ice field without a sound, without any roar, but the shadow of coldness and death spread like a poisonous snake in Krutenes' heart, dragging his consciousness to a point of despair little by little. In the abyss.

"God..."

Seeing the monsters approaching quickly, Krutenes couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He tried to find some words that could describe his mood at the moment, but in vain, the fear was like an indigestible meal, rolling back and forth in his stomach, making him want to bow down and vomit.

"The city lord..."

The adjutant next to him said, "With the strength in the city, we absolutely cannot defend this city. Moreover, this place is too far away from the surrounding cities. It will take more than ten days for the nearest city to send reinforcements when the news spreads." The time. In more than ten days, the whole city will be razed to the ground by monsters, we can't hold on until then... Why don't we retreat from the city earlier?"

The single combat ability of the White Skeleton Demon Spider is even higher than that of the Dragonborn.

The number of monsters in front of them stretched to the end of the ice sheet, and the remaining part was covered by the white snow, and many ice sheet giants that were hundreds of meters above could be vaguely seen.

The defense force in the city is not weak, but it is absolutely impossible to resist this wave of soldiers.

It is better to retreat as soon as possible, preserve the vitality, and unite with other cities to complete the counterattack.

Many ideas emerged in Krutenes's heart, and he wanted to use them to convince himself, but in the end he still made up his mind to stick to it.He clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, shook his head and said, "No!"

"Winterfell cannot be lost, we must persevere." He said: "The back of Winterfell is a vast plain. The city on the plain has just been established and has a history of less than a hundred years. There are only troops in charge of security. If we If we give up here, the civilians in those cities will face the enemies in front of us unprepared, they will die, and the entire Dragonborn dynasty will suffer a huge impact."

Krutenes looked around at the dragonborn, and his voice gradually became higher: "I know that some of you are still resentful towards the Queen. She took everything from you and took you from the warm Even so, we are still the warriors of the gods and the strong shields that protect the kingdom."

"We have committed sins, but the gods are merciful. Redemption, this is the meaning of our existence, and it is also our responsibility and destiny. To die bravely and resolutely. You know, even the most trivial sacrifice, It will also be remembered in this land, and it will atone for the sins we have committed."

"Our deeds will hasten that day! The great moment that will surely come - when our sins are washed away, and the descendants of the Grania family will be reborn in the presence of the all-seeing and all-powerful primordial fire. Redemption."

"At this point, our short lives will become eternity!"

In Hispania's view, Krutenes is a weak Dragonborn, otherwise he would not be the first to surrender in that great purge.Such people are the easiest to control, and it is precisely because of this consideration that Krutenes will become the lord of this city.However, no matter how cowardly a dragonborn is, there is a flame burning in his heart.

When it reaches the bottom line, this flame will burst into unprecedented light and power.

(End of this chapter)