King of The Wall

2020-11-02

Chapter 6 Dead or Coward?

The second Others emerged very quietly from the shadows behind the trees, almost the same as the previous one - just like the face blindness of some Europeans and Americans before the crossing, Igor could not tell the difference between them; followed by The third, the fourth... Igor's heart sank to Vale quickly; when the fifth pale silhouette entered the corner of his eyes, the man's blood seemed to freeze: something was wrong, shouldn't it be only one!

Wait, there may only be one person who shot to kill Waymar, but there are a few of them, and he really has no such impression!

I don't have time to consider whether the story progress of the world I traveled to is deviated from the plot or the memory of oneself is wrong. Now there is a more urgent choice before Igor. If it's just one or two Others, he can rely on the existence of the Dragonglass dagger to summon the courage to fight, but now the number of enemies is far outnumbered - the Dragonglass dagger may indeed kill the Others, but the holder has no movement method of Major Perfection martial skill, take a glass dagger slaughter all sides to kill all the Magic monsters that appear? how is this possible!

(Is it being a hero for a few seconds and then collapsed in the nameless little depression of the Haunted Forest and resurrected by Others as part of the dead army, or...)

The thoughts in my heart can't be changed. Half a second later, Igor made a choice. He stopped the pace of rushing towards Waymar, turned his head and ran without the slightest hesitation, out of morality and to make oneself feel better, but also to make oneself feel better. Gary warned, and at the moment of turning around, he shouted: "Don't go, run!"

"Coward!" The young nobleman's roar mixed with the roar of the long sword sounded behind Igor, Royce I have gotten too close to the strange person in front of me, I have no time, no room and no intention to turn around and escape. The sword forged by steel essence and the translucent weapon collision in Others' hands did not smash it as Waymar imagined, and It is a high-pitched sound that is close to the upper limit of human hearing frequency, like an animal's wailing in pain.

The rest of the Others didn't intervene, they stood by and watched, unconcerned about the outcome of the battle. One of them looked towards Igor's running back, and said a sentence that Igor couldn't understand but had a specific meaning in a harsh voice like fingernails scratching a blackboard. .

......

Behind him, the sharp crashing sound like glass cracking sounded again and again, echoing in the jungle, causing crows to fly in the sky, and after a few seconds, Royce said " The roar of "Long Live King Robert" turned into a crisp explosion like a broken bottle, followed by the screams of the young noble.

Igor didn't look back, but quickened his pace.

The pulsation of blood hit the eardrum and Soul, making it difficult for him to hear the outside world. Whether before or after crossing, he has never been so close to death - the monsters behind him are more terrifying than the most murderous murderers or terrorists, their only purpose is to kill oneself and grow with oneself's corpse They are just beginning to form the dead army, this is Ice and Fire, life and death for the dominance of the world, there is no room for turning, irreconcilable.

The soft armor he wears, the animal fur he wears, and the steel sword in his hand... In the desperate run, all foreign objects seem so heavy, Igor almost forced oneself to hold back and throw away the weapon impulse. Running away to survive is different from covering head and sneaked away like a rat completely scared.

Running with all his might made his brain slightly hypoxic, and the tragic screams of the young noble echoed in the woods in the middle of the night, mixed with Igor oneself's heartbeat and breathing, making him feel the surroundings. Everything is blurry, is oneself having nightmares again? Maybe when oneself wakes up, oneself is still lying on the bed in the Castle Black Rangers dormitory with a sweaty back?

There is a layer of snow on the ground, and there are puddles and stones under the snow... When you come, you can carefully grope and move forward, how can you escape now? While drowsy, he stepped on a boulder under his feet, and his body suddenly lost his balance. Igor's eyes zoomed in on the oncoming ground. He fell an ugly dog and ate shit. His face hit the roots and branches in the snow, which caused burning pain.

In an instant, everything in the past reappeared in front of us like a slideshow, from the playful slapstick I remembered... to school, graduation, work, finding a girlfriend, and preparing to build a family of oneself. At this moment, oneself crossed into this damn world, and happened to follow the bearer of bad luck of Waymar Royce to patrol, and at this critical moment of life and death, he still fell, everything... Is it doomed? Is today the day of oneself's death?

Oneself may become the first transmigrator ghoul after becoming transmigrator Night's Watch? It's really black humor...

"bang!" A loud bang pulled him back from his memory back to reality. In his mind, he had a rough recollection of oneself's life, but in reality his face only touched the ground. In seconds, the snow made him fall, but it also cushioned the impact of his contact with the ground. Although his face hurt, he was not seriously injured.

Igor felt that oneself could be saved, he struggled to stand up, and immediately found the source of the loud noise - a straight pine tree in the direction of his escape, up ahead, with a stalk surrounded by a faint blue light. Ice Sword, reflecting the pale moonlight, looked strange and terrifying. It inserted into the pine tree with such force that a half-meter-long section was buried deep in the trunk.

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(If he hadn't just fallen, he should have been nailed to the tree trunk by this beautiful translucent Magic weapon.)

Igor was heartbroken by this mistake just a moment ago, but the next moment feels more fortunate than ever. Thank you Old Gods, thank you The Seven, thank you Lord of Light, Many-Faced God or any messed up god... He swears that if oneself can return to the Wall alive, when it develops in the future, it will give Westeros and even the whole world of ice and fire every time. A god donates a magnificent statue.

But now, he had to seize the chance to survive this lucky fall. Igor got up and couldn't help but glance behind him. Royce's screams had stopped. On the small dirt slope that Will took oneself over a few minutes ago, a gray silhouette quietly Standing there, he said something in a shrieking tone, as if he was cursing for the perfect sword of oneself that missed the target.

Once upon a time, he was also made to laugh by the ghost video of "Others shoots Fire Dragon Viserion with ice spears" by using the explanation dubbing of the javelin competition of CCTV Sports Channel made by netizens. Who would have thought that the world was unpredictable, and he actually enjoyed this luxurious attack method capable of slaying a dragon today. Should he be honored or ironic?

The moon was still hanging quietly on the dark and deep sky. Igor looked at the Others who was chasing after oneself not far away. With a move in his heart, he suddenly realized: this Others who was chasing after him. ... no weapons at the moment.

The others on the other side throw the Ice Sword at the oneself instead of the Ice Spear, and Igor doesn't know if he is the one who will attack and kill the White Dragon Viserion in the future... Igor subconsciously Picked up the steel sword and confronted it for a while, but finally suppressed the feeling of "can fight back" - oneself doesn't know if Others has other means, even more how even if it can kill this one, there is still one on the side of Tupo More Others freed up after cooking Waymar Royce.

He values oneself's life more than the temptation to kill another.

Glancing at the ice crystal long sword stuck in the tree trunk beside him, he admits that he has no strength to pull it out. Igor stares at the opponent for another second, after confirming that it will not cast spells and change again out of thin air. After shooting oneself with an ice spear, he turned around and continued to flee to the direction of the previous four people leading the horse.

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"What happened?" Gary asked loudly when he saw Igor from a distance. He heard Waymar's screams, and he had untied the reins and rode on the horse's back. He was ready to run away, and if Igor showed up a few seconds later, the veteran would have gone straight to the chase with four horses: "Where's Waymar and Will?"

"Others!" Igor Out of breath, he ran to the tree holding the horse, grabbed the reins of oneself's horse, and climbed up with his hands and feet: "Run!"

"Others?" Gary stared wide -eyed, opened his mouth to look at the distance behind him: "Is... the one chasing you?"

Igor was horrified and turned his head to look back. In the dim jungle, the silhouette of Others was actually difficult to identify, but the moonlight reflected from the Ice Sword it held in its hand and the pair of eyes flashing with faint blue light were too conspicuous... The silhouette raised his arm again, blue light flashed .

"Get down!" Igor shouted the moment he realized something was wrong, while crouching on the horse's back.

The veteran complied without the slightest hesitation, which saved his life, and Ice Sword flew past Gary's leather cap, headshotting Will's horse, slamming A bang hit the tree where Royce was leading the horse, and the wood chips that hit the trunk flew across the tree with a loud noise. The snow on the canopy fell under the shock, and hua hua hit the two Night's Watches and the four horses.

What kind of power is this?

The dead horse fell to the ground with a bang, and the remaining three horses screamed in horror. Gary rode the front hooves high and almost knocked him off. The old soldier struggled to hug the horse's neck. After the crisis, the warhorse of Waymar in his hand broke free and ran disappeared without a trace. The two were embarrassed and frightened. They didn't want to shake off the snow on their bodies, and they didn't even plan to chase the frightened horse back. They kicked the horse's belly and fled south without looking back.

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(end of this chapter)