Far north of Westeros, at the end of the snow-capped and snow-covered sky, some swaying and staggering figures slowly emerged on the horizon like a black silk.

They gradually became clear, as if they had traveled all the way from time immemorial, treading the roads that had been walked by those who had gone before, the rivers they had crossed, the air they had breathed and the land beneath their feet.

They had come with war and carnage, but had been swept away by death, and now they had made a comeback, with the smell of blood flowing from their breath.

They are strangers, enemies of all living things in this land.

At the foreground was a tall figure, the first to appear on the horizon, far outpacing the ghoul next to it, even more than half a body.

With the light on its back, I couldn't see it clearly, but I could see it sitting on a warhorse.

Ghouls don't know how to ride horses, and the ghouls resurrected from the corpses of war horses will only act independently, and only the wraughs have the wisdom to sit on their resurrected war horses, which is a wraith, a tall wraith.

With its appearance, a group of ghouls appeared in the back of the team, their hideous shapes, and their terrifying corpses seemed to be monsters from hell.

A few crows perched on the barren trees were carried out by a large-scale march, croaking into the sky, slowly flying and hovering over the team.

The blue eyes of the strange ghost who took the lead twitched, revealing a hint of life that belonged to a living creature.

Soon, however, its muscular, shriveled and emaciated face regained its composure, its cracked muscles shook twice, and the stranger let out several inexplicable roars in its throat.

But the ghouls understood, and they immediately squeezed in both directions. Get out of the way.

A huge battery was pushed across the horizon. And then the second. In the third, behind them was an endless army of ghouls, who pushed and shoved it with their bodies and corpses, huddled together, squeezing and rolling it one by one like sandwich pies.

I don't know how many ghouls were squeezed out of them, and I don't know how many ghouls were trampled into flesh, but behind these turrets was a road paved with the flesh and blood of corpses. Spread all the way to the vicinity of the ruins of the camp.

The whole body is ice blue, like a frozen frog, no, the face of the frozen corpse does not fluctuate, and there is no distress about the damage of the ghouls, these are just consumables, but after the victory of the ghouls, even if the humans do not clean up the ghouls, the wraugls themselves will erase the existence of the ghouls.

No one likes to desecrate corpses, including the strangers themselves.

The ghoul shoved the turret and walked slowly. Behind him was a muddy path of flesh and blood, surrounded by massive ghouls that followed him. As far as the eye can see, it occupies almost the entire plain.

Looking at the slowly moving procession, there was a rare hint of human distress on the face of the strange ghost.

It was only one of the four directions of the Knights, the other three seemed to be about to arrive, and it was the only one that was so slow because of the presence of a battery.

These strange-looking weapons were pulled out of a very large steel frame by the Wraiths, who were intelligent beings with a low level of intelligence, and after one happened to fire a small particle beam, they figured out the method of the turret and took it with them.

It's a pity that they usually use three corpse dragons to pull them, so they didn't get out of the speed of the ghouls along the way, but it's a pity that the three corpse dragons all lost contact in that camp, and the strangers didn't have a good way to pull these iron shelves.

The army slowly moved forward, like a huge flat snail on the dirt, and soon the iron shelves were all in the ranks of the ghouls, and then they were followed by a group of ghouls in black armor.

Their appearance is still fresh, it doesn't seem to have rotted for long, they are wearing strange-looking armor, but the appearance is very uniform, these ghouls are listed separately, and even among them, there is a strange ghost.

This is a strange ghost specifically designed to command these ghouls.

They looked familiar, and if Daenerys were here, Daenerys would not forget that they had turned to ashes, that they were none other than the former Unsullied Legion in rudimentary magical armor.

Or should it be called the Unsullied Ghoul Legion now......

The ghoul attacks around them grew frenzier and more oppressive, while the screams around them became quieter and quieter, and Atria knew that victory was imminent, but the two of them were afraid that they would not be able to hold it out.

A thick layer of ghoul corpses had piled up all around, and they had been torn apart, and their broken arms and legs were everywhere, and the mutilated limbs were piled up all over the floor, rendering the place like hell.

Only a picture scroll from hell can render the horror and hideousness so full of blood.

The shouts of killing are gradually falling, the number of ghouls has been weakened layer by layer under the counterattack and encirclement of the knights, their resistance is getting weaker and weaker, but also more and more crazy, the victory will eventually belong to the knights, but the death counterattack of the ghouls is not very easy to resist.

The knights all saw the last madness of the ghouls before they died, they were all experienced in combat, and naturally they would be more careful at this moment, but Digger and Atria were not in a good situation.

It seems that the battle on the hill quickly attracted the attention of the other ghouls after fending off the first wave of ghoul fighting, and after blocking the first wave of attacks, the ghouls continued to climb the hill.

Diggle and Atria were back to back, next to a withering tree, and then desperately resisted.

Atria's hands were numb, he had already slashed three long swords, he had long since lost his strength, and he was now relying on a force of perseverance to support.

But when victory was in sight, the tiredness of the body seemed to finally defeat the exuberance of the spirit.

"Hey, boy." Seeing that Atria's situation didn't seem right, Diggle hurriedly drank, "You want to die, I don't want to die yet, don't drag me to die with you." ”

If Diggle was the only one left, he would definitely not be able to stop the remaining ghouls, not to mention. At that time, he also had to face an Atria transformed into a ghoul. And he was dead.

So Diggle can't let Atria fall here.

Hear Diggle's roar. Atria only felt that his head was muddy, he couldn't hear anything clearly, and even now he was fighting and resisting by instinct, "...... Of course ......not," he forced a laugh, "I ...... I haven't ...... yet."

At this point, Atria's hand holding the long sword had fallen softly, and after several battles, Atria was seriously injured in many places. The physical strength is also close to nothing, and even Diger's physical strength is probably on the verge of limiting, and at this time it is a competition for the final perseverance, whether they kill the ghouls first and wait until victory, or the ghouls kill them and strangle their lives on the eve of dawn.

"Atria!" Diggle let out a hoarse roar, feeling the power in his body loosen, and a strange ghost had already shaken its hideous, rotten face to make up for it, after Atria fell. And he was dead.

And then the next one, is yourself. Both of them could not escape death, and on the eve of this victory, they were not even reconciled, "Bastard! Diggle cursed, dodging to block Atria and mustering the last of his strength, ready to die with the ugly things.

"Gah!"

"Quack, quack!"

But at this moment, an unpleasant hoarse roar suddenly came from the heads of the two of them, like an old crow, quacking like a night owl in the dark night.

But in an instant, a miracle happened, and the physical strength of the two of them instantly became abundant, and even the injuries were half healed, as if they had been reborn.

Before he had time to think about it, Digger stabbed the ghoul in front of him to the ground, then skillfully chopped it up, and then turned sideways to meet the other, while Atria recovered and cleanly eliminated the remaining ghouls.

When the ghouls surrounded by the two of them were eliminated, calm returned to the hill, only the blood flowing everywhere almost turned the place into a quagmire of flesh and blood, and Atria and Diggle looked at each other, and both saw the confusion in their eyes.

That's ...... Survived? ……

Herens's side ended the battle earlier than the two of Atrea, and almost all of the elite knights around him were trained by the nobles, both in terms of equipment and physical fitness, and their combat skills far exceeded those of ordinary knights.

At the same time, they were the least casualty team.

Perhaps the casualties under the same knightly charge were not much different, but in the melee of independent combat, their advantage was huge.

"What about the scouts, why didn't any of them come back!" But now is not a question of victory, and the scouts still have not returned.

Herrens had sensed that something was wrong, the battle was nearing the end, and even if the scouts were intercepted by the battle, they should have returned at this time, but none of them returned.

The scout's first priority is to keep the information back at all times, and the battle is not important, so they didn't come back, someone must have deliberately intercepted them.

This is very dangerous, because the ghouls that can be seen are almost completely cleaned, that is...... There are other enemies in the shadows.

Although the battle against the ghouls was ultimately won, the knights of Herrens also suffered heavy casualties, and there were wails everywhere, and almost no knights were left standing intact, let alone on their horses.

Under such circumstances, it is obviously impossible to continue fighting.

The life force of the ghouls is so tenacious, and while it may seem strange to say that a dead thing is a little bit of a trait, the trait of the ghouls that almost never stops moving is terrifying.

They won't stop at all without destroying it completely.

This made the knight encounter several times the intensity of the battle, because it was not just as simple as cutting off the head, so Atria would almost lose his strength.

All sorts of thoughts went around in his mind, and Hellens quickly made the decision, "Let's go!" He commanded in a low voice.

He decided to get out of here first, no matter what, he had to recover his combat effectiveness first, whether it was the loot or any danger, he could deal with it when the time came.

The order was quickly conveyed, and although the mental fatigue of the knights almost made them unable to sleep on the ground after a great battle, the good fighting qualities still told them that they were not out of danger, and almost as they struggled to climb onto the nearest horse, a breath of death enveloped them.

Herens noticed it a little too late, and the scouts he sent out were intercepted by the real army of ghouls on the periphery, using a few ghouls to drag the knights here, covering the ghouls with the chaos of battle.

Until now, the ghouls had surrounded all sides.

In the face of the human elite knight charge, even the ghouls did not dare to underestimate it, they had failed on it back then, the knights' dense charge was so terrible that the ghouls had almost no power to fight back.

Once humans discover that the ghouls are too numerous and can still move without destroying their whole body, they will definitely give up frontal combat and continue to use the speed advantage of cavalry to sneak attack and harass and intercept.

That's when the ghouls are really threatened, they can't keep up with the speed of the cavalry, but the cavalry can knock them to pieces with a single charge, and if they can't smash the ghouls to pieces once, then twice, sooner or later.

Therefore, when he learned that the main force of the human cavalry was heading north, the leader of the alien spirits decided to deal with them first, and it was best to surround them without fail, otherwise once they were given a chance to escape, it would be to let the tiger return to the mountain.

Imprinted in its memory passed down from generation to generation, it was told that cavalry charges were the most formidable force on the continent.

So, they have done it now, using the cannon fodder of a few ghouls to drag the main cavalry in place, and then surround them with a real army of ghouls, at that time, in the face of dozens of times the number of enemies, even the knights' combat power will be consumed and killed here.

"Those...... Those are ......" almost tremblingly as he looked at the black lines that slowly appeared on the horizon, and Sir Herens's heart fell into an ice cave for a moment.

The black lines quickly converged together, overlapping and merging into a black oppressive piece, and Herrens didn't have time to think about it, almost pulling his throat, and let out a terrible shout, "The whole army is attacking!" Head south! Pounce! ”

Only before they completely surround this place may there be a glimmer of survival, and to the south is the only way to retreat.

Most of the knights were not as slow as Herrens, and almost as soon as he spoke, they mounted their horses and galloped southward without looking back, but such numbers were still in the minority, and the sparse ranks dragged across the vast plains, with almost only a few hundred horsemen.

Facing a huge army of ghouls, it's like an ant trying to shake an elephant, and it will no longer be as powerful as it was before.

Almost as soon as the dark shadows appeared on the horizon, Digger pulled Atria up from the ground and dragged him towards the two ownerless horses.

"Get on board!" He said.

"Is there a new enemy?" Atria also saw something strange on the horizon, and he frowned.

But Diggle interrupted him, "No, it's running away!" He yelled angrily. (To be continued.) )