Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 11 Wolf King
With a clang sound, the sword came out of its body, and Winter Night moved towards the head of the wolf with swift speed, and the cold light flickered like black ice under the scorching sun.

The wolf is alert by nature, when it raised its head and saw the steel blade attacking, it jumped with palms up, and dodged like a nimble shadow in the air, falling four or five feet away.

The horse moved around in fright. If Cole hadn't clamped the horse's belly tightly with his back, it would have fled into the forest.

"Man, don't panic, it's just a beast." Cole muttered to himself, as if comforting the old horse under him.

Several night watchmen from Yoren and Tyrion's guards were also calming the mount. The gray direwolf's fierce eyes glistened with blood, his teeth bared, his back straightened, and he let out a low growl.

Tyrion was lying on the ground howling, and his mare neighed and fled into the woods, but the quick-handed Yoren grabbed the reins.

Cole jumped off the horse, held the sword in one hand, and faced the direwolf. He stared intently at the wolf's bloody eyes, and asked Tyrion beside him softly, "How is it? Can you get up?"

"My legs are cramping, and it feels like my ribs are broken." Tyrion looked painful, his hands and feet trembling uncontrollably.

The direwolf moved left and right as if trying to find Cole's weakness. At this time, Jack the guard and the night watchmen also approached the two of them.

The experienced night watchman Yoren said worriedly: "Wolves are not solitary animals."

These words became a proverb, when the direwolves glared at them fiercely, pairs of green eyes in the surrounding tree shadows slowly approached like fireflies in a summer night.

At this time, Tyrion was helped up by Morris, another of his guards. Its sword was the same as that of Vigil, and it was usually responsible for taking care of Tyrion's food, living and feeding horses.

Three black-shirted brothers leaned against Cole, and Tyrion's bodyguard protected him.

Soon those green eyes showed their fangs. They were all snow wolves. It seemed that the direwolf was their head.

Yoren knew that as long as the wolf's head does not retreat, the wolves will not retreat, so the thief must be captured first, he gritted his teeth, "We must kill this big guy first, otherwise no one will be able to leave."

The adult direwolf was about the size of a calf, let alone him, even if they fought together, they might not be able to take advantage of it.

The rangers of the Night's Watch might have experience with direwolves and snowbears, but Yoren was no more than a steward of the Seven Kingdoms.

The wolves surrounded them in a circle, as if hunters were hunting a herd of deer. Fortunately, the other two black shirts who followed south were good night watchmen. As long as they worked together, they might not be defeated.

In addition to cuddling together, wolves are also very smart animals. At least they know how to retreat in the face of difficulties, so as not to die on a rock.But if Cole and the others show timidity or fear, the wolves will quickly notice.

"Heed my orders, and do not act on your own," shouted Yoren, the eldest.

Cole clings to the cold winter night, saying that it is impossible not to be nervous, this will be a contest of life and death.Sweat was dripping between his fingers, his gaze flickered, and time began to slow down. With the eye of time, he could clearly see every step of the wolf king.

"If surrounded by wolves, it's over." Tyrion seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.He regretted that he had not heeded old Mormondo's advice to send some escorts. This was the second time he had been thrown down by the damned wolf, and this time he was much more seriously injured.

His stamina was scratched, and he wasn't sure if his ribs were broken. Anyway, it felt like a needle pierced him. The pain made him almost faint, but if he fell asleep now, he wouldn't wake up.

"Someone has to contain this monster, otherwise we won't be able to break out." Yoren said.

Who would stay selflessly and use his own life to be the queen?Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. After hesitating, an opening came up. The wolf king seized the opportunity and rushed over. It was the guard Morris.

The four on Cole's side are huddled together, and there are hardly any gaps, but a dwarf with weak hands and feet and a servant who can't use a sword will have more loopholes, and it's hard not to show fear in the face of this huge monster. .

Morris looked at the giant shadow coming from the sky in astonishment. He lifted the sword with his arm, but he was thrown down by the wolf king before he could block it.

The giant fang pierced into his arm, and he felt that the bones were about to be crushed in this bloody mouth.

The four of Cole moved quickly, holding swords to support them, but the tacit understanding of the wolves was obviously much better than theirs. Seeing that the boss took the lead, the wolves also came rushing like a tide.

Cole was the fastest, but within a few steps he was close to the side of the wolf king, and he slashed with his sword.

On a cold winter night, like a waning moon, it flashed an arc of shadow in the mid-air.

The wolf king was gnawing on Morris, and he resisted like a helpless lamb under the wolf's claws.

Sensing a crisis in his spiritual sense, the wolf king let go of his prey and prepared to evade, but the eye of time had already detected its trajectory, and the sharp sword that was swung across the sky stopped suddenly and changed from slashing to stabbing.Cole stepped on the rocky ground with his heels, and jumped up with his hind legs.

On a cold winter night, like a rainbow piercing the sun, the wolf king was approaching, jumping in the air, and it could no longer dodge with all its strength.

A violent wolf howl was deafening. Cole held the sword and smashed it to the ground together with the wolf king. Winter Night went straight into the direwolf's ribs. The sword had penetrated more than a foot. .

Sure enough, it jumped up again after falling to the ground, and approached Cole with fierce eyes, but the blood gurgling from the wound still betrayed it.

The sword surface of Cold Winter Night was stained with red stains, Cole shook his hand, blood droplets flew, and the sword surface reappeared cold.

The wolf eye gave birth to the intention of quitting.

The blood seemed to stimulate Cole's nerves, and he roared angrily, "Bastard, come again!"

The roar was so loud that it was no wonder that Commander-in-Chief Kogel would praise him as a born ranger.

The direwolf was so frightened that it took a few steps back. Looking at Cole's angry eyes, it staggered and turned its head with a low growl.

Everyone watched in astonishment as Cole shouted back the pack of wolves. Cole's chest was heaving, and his pupils slowed down. His eyes were already blood red, and they were not much worse than the direwolves.

He waited until the wolves were completely hidden in the forest before he lowered his arms and raised his head to exhale.

After the catastrophe, everyone relaxed physically and mentally. Yoren was still experienced. He hurriedly said: "The wolves are not far away. They are very vengeful creatures. We have to leave quickly."

Cole shook his head, and strode towards his old horse. Passing Tyrion, he asked, "How is it? Can I ride a horse?"

Tyrion seemed to be still shocked by Cole's great power, his eyes widened, and he looked at Cole with an incredible look.

Cole frowned and muttered, "Are you scared out of your wits?"

The corner of Tyrion's eyes twitched, and he pointed his finger, "This big head is really smart."

(End of this chapter)