King of The Wall

2020-11-02

Chapter 4 Crisis

“What?”

“What!”

Two voices sounded at the same time, one questioned and the other full of shock.

Master Royce Young glanced strangely at Igor, who looked haunted: "What did you see, tell me carefully, don't miss any details."

"The camp is in two places. Miles away, over a small snowy slope next to a stream," Will replied. "The campfire is out, and only a pile of embers is smoking. Wildlings are lying on the side in a random pattern, I counted a total of eight people, which was about the same as the original estimate, but I didn't see any children... Everyone was motionless, including the one in the tree, I sneaked as close as I could, and observed it carefully for a long time, I didn't see any blood, but a living person I would never lie so quietly."

"A living person would never let a campfire go out," Gary said. Is it?"

"Maybe," Will shivered cooperatively, "Sir, what should we do now?"

"Put more clothes on when it's cold." Little Royce snorted, "nine days ago when we set off, the Wall was dripping. There was a bit of frost this past week, and occasionally a bit of snow, but it was definitely not cold enough to freeze a nest of wildlings to death. Even more how they wear warm fur to keep out the cold, the terrain is good enough to keep out the wind and snow, and they make a fire.”

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Listening to the discussions and conversations among the three Night's Watch teammates , Igor only felt the chill seep into the bone marrow - how could this be? Ten thousand grass and mud and horses ran through his mind, secretly greeting the eighteen generations of the Royce family.

No matter how bad his memory is, this scene with a strong visual sense also made him wake up: what he is facing is the very beginning of the story of ice and fire, this damn Waymar · Royce, the first time to bring The team patrol led the brothers into the Others. The only difference from the original is that this time there is one more oneself!

"Now that the wildling is dead," Gary frowned, began with some unease, "let's turn around."

"Did the dead scare you?" Waymar turned back, With a slight smile of contempt, Igor continued the lines that Igor had heard before.

"Dead people don't terrifying," Igor realized that he could no longer remain silent without a sense of existence, and now he was faced with a question of life and death: if Waymar Royce was allowed to lead the entire group to investigate wildling At the scene of the massacre, they will meet Others head-on, and he has no idea that the lineup of three people in the original plot plus oneself can deal with the terrifying existence that almost wiped out human beings thousands of years ago: "I'm afraid , is the thing that kills the wildlings."

"You can kill the wildlings, but not necessarily kill the Night's Watch." The young Knight said confidently, but he was a little surprised, in his impression Here, Igor rarely speaks out in public. "And, are you sure they're really dead? Where's the evidence."

"Will may not be a warrior, but he won't lie, and since he sees it, I believe it." Gary looked sullen. A few people, "We were ordered to investigate the whereabouts of wildling, and we complied, and now they won't harass us any more..."

"Don't you think the commander won't ask us the cause of death." Waymar rudely Interrupting the old soldier, "Get on the horse and show me."

Gary showed a resentful expression, but in the end he didn't speak, and turned his head to the oneself horse.

"I'm not going." Igor can't go with the flow this time, it's a matter of life and death, "Call me a coward or a coward, I'm just terrified. The past few days come , I've always felt that there was something terrifying and malicious around us staring at us...wildling must have been killed by that thing, and we were impossible opponents."

"I feel the same way." Will has always had his own way, but someone took the lead and quickly stammered in support of Igor.

"The sky is getting darker." Gary looked at Igor with some doubts, oneself can occasionally challenge the airborne Captain with the veteran's qualifications, but it is very rare to be in a room with oneself. Where did the conflicted youngster come from and openly disobey? "We can investigate again tomorrow."

"Interesting, Night's Watch, are you afraid of the dark?" Waymar's expression was slightly distorted. Gary and oneself were accustomed to contradicting him, but the three soldiers agreed for the first time. To oppose oneself, but it completely stimulated his rebellious psychology: "I have made up my mind, now - I will go to the scene immediately, I will not say third time."

"No." Igor Intuitively at this moment, even the stubborn young Knight in front of him can never be convinced, and he is desperately fighting for the last time. He looked towards Gary, hoping to get support from the Night's Watch veteran. It's a pity that the other party looked at him suspiciously for a while, but instead shook his head lightly to signal him not to be stubborn with the superior. "I have a strong hunch that I have a high probability of dying this time."

"I don't believe your hunch." Waymar narrowed his eyes, "If you don't insist, Then run, but before you leave, hand over your weapons, and you are not allowed to ride horses. If you are confident that you can run back, I won't stop you, go?"

Igor looked at him and saw him put his hands on his waist On the hilt of the sword, his eyes collided, and he finally bowed his head to reality.

Leaving and turning into a deserter directly, Westeros has no place to stay, and this place is a hundred miles away from the Wall. Although the training program of the Rangers includes the field survival, the theory and practice are after all. Two different things, even if wild beast and Others don't come to embarrass oneself, hunger and cold and getting lost are enough to engulf him, a little mortal. And the resistance... Even if Will and Gary were to watch on the sidelines, the oneself with little actual combat experience would definitely be the opponent of this noble son who was a few years younger than the oneself but had been guided by an ancestral sword technique since he was a child.

He had no choice. It seemed that he could only count on the little life-saving preparations he had done before to come in handy.

"Get on the horse, you and Will go to the front." Igor's softness made Waymar relaxed, he pursed his lips pretending to be disdainful: "Don't think about any crooked brains, I'll keep an eye on the whole back. Following you."

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The four set off on their horses, with Will leading Igor as the forward, and both of them steered forward nervously and carefully. A light snow fell last night, and now there are so many rocks, roots and puddles under the thin, soft snow that accidentally the horses fall. Igor suppressed the fear in his heart, grabbed the reins with one hand and reached into the bag with the other, groping for and grasping the obsidian dagger that took a lot of effort to get him.

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Obsidian, also known as Dragonglass, is called Frozen Fire in Old Valyria. This thing is actually a kind of natural glass formed in geological movements... In the world where Igor originally came from, this thing is naturally nothing special, but he guessed: maybe in this world where Magic exists, this crystal is related to Some unknown energy has a special effect, giving it a unique ability.

Others have disappeared for thousands of years, and this kind of thing that claims to kill Others is usually sold as a common low-grade gem in the market. Due to its brittleness and dark color, it is not As popular as corundum gemstones - not precious, naturally it can't sell for a good price, so few people do this business.

This leads to: Obsidian is neither expensive nor rare, but it is not easy to get your hands on it. It took Igor a lot of time to get a fellow Night's Watch recruit who was assigned to Eastwatch after completing the training together and bought it from an overseas merchant who traded with Legion in black shirts. It took a full month's allowance.

When I first got it, it was just a strip of ore the size of my forearm. It took Igor a few weeks of training and spare time to slowly carve and polish it into a roughly dagger shape, using a piece of cloth. Wrap the lower half and keep it by your side as a body protection symbol.

For this thing, for a long time, he couldn't even pay for adding a dish to oneself during dinner, and he was laughed at by other brothers around him for a long time.

If this thing can finally save oneself's life today, then at least this hard time of eating dirt is worth the money.

Man is inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. Igor is not a coward who is afraid of death, but he will never accept it: in this unknown corner of the different world extreme north, under the code name given to him by a few farmers, he died in obscurity in a way that the world does not believe in its existence. the hand of something.

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(end of this chapter)