The wind neighed and the horses roared, and countless moving figures hid in the sparse dense forest, like wandering souls wandering in the middle of the night without a place to go. The rustling sound of leaves hung up, blocking the sound of horse hooves walking on the soil.

There were crowds of people, countless cavalry hiding in the forest several miles away from the Twin City, but at this moment, under the shadows, they made no sound, no one whispered, and no neighing of war horses.

Only the dead silence, the dead silence of birds and insects, that makes the forest look a little weird.

Don’t underestimate these iron cavalry from the Middle Ages. Although the Middle Ages seemed to be a backward era, their combat power was not weak at all. No matter which era, the existence of specializing in skills is an existence with super high skills.

These knights fought for the whole life until they gained a reputation and a wealth of wealth. They were more lethal than the soldiers in later generations, because the career of the knights was the whole of their lives.

Nearly ten thousand cavalrymen made no sound. They hid quietly in this endless vast forest, waiting for the enemy from the north who came from ancient times.

The knights gathered here, waiting for their own orders, and the nobles also came here in person, waiting for the news from the scouts ahead, which would determine whether their actions were good or bad.

Similarly, the ordinary knights at the bottom also have their own lives and ideas.

Atria, an ordinary knight from a small town near the Beauty Market, was born in a poor family. He had no prominent wealth, but was passed down from generation to generation. His wealthy family property and a set of knight armor allowed him to squeeze into the upper knight class of Ice and Fire.

He had never participated in a war before and seemed a little nervous at this time.

Soothing the war horse that was also somewhat restless, Atrio reached out to his shiny knight sword, clenched it, slowly let go of his hand. Then he held it tightly and let it go, as if this would give him a little peace of mind.

After thinking about it, he took out some warm jerky from his armor and began to chew it slowly. At least he still remembered the experiences and traditions left by his parents. Atria chewed slowly, so that he could replenish as much energy as possible from the food.

His movements made several other knights nearby look at him, but after looking at his young face, no one said anything.

Atrio's knight armor was not complete. Half the shoulder armor and half the breastplate, and then only one leg armor was left. He did not have a knight helmet, so he did not cover the young, somewhat overly-existent face.

The experienced knights nearby could tell at a glance what was going on. Obviously, Atrio was just an adult. When he heard the nobles recruiting brave men to resist the White Walkers, it sounded like an epic and legendary story, and he couldn't wait to pick up his father's weapons and then come to the battlefield.

I guess there are no elders in his family, so he will definitely stop him from dying if he is not allowed.

The passion of young people always renders the best dyes and catalysts in the battlefield.

But I have to say that the rewards for recruiting them this time were also very generous, enough to make the knights moved and let ordinary lower-class civilians live in a large amount of gold coins for several years.

You can imagine the enemies they face this time that they can make those stingy nobles spend such a large amount of money.

What's more, the movements and equipment in front of them were neatly arranged, as if they were like a single person. They were the private soldiers of several famous nobles in the south. Even they were dispatched, and the nobles also spent a lot of money and planned to use a decisive battle to deal with it in one go.

This is a common combat method used by the nobles. For example, Stannis likes to do all his dispatch, because the cost of cavalry is really not small. Don't delay the problem that can be solved at one time.

Most of the knights here make the last profit or use their own plans to make some money for their younger generations. Their age is no longer clear, and even if they don’t die on the battlefield, they will soon be unable to sit on the horse.

But there are also young people like Atrea, who are not lacking in the passion of young people anywhere.

"Hurry up, come on." After eating a small piece of jerky, Atria seemed to be much more energetic. He escaped from his drowsy state and then murmured in his mouth.

His voice was very small, almost no larger than a mosquito, but the few knights near him still heard it clearly, even through the thick helmets.

In the fight and chaos of cold weapons, the five senses and intuition are crucial. Use your eyes to capture them, avoid them based on experience, and sometimes even need intuition and hearing to avoid fatal dangers.

The important thing in a chaotic battle is not how to kill the enemy, but how to protect yourself. Because if you are not careful, you will be injured by a weapon that does not know where it is. In a chaotic battle, injury also means death.

"Do you want them to appear?" Suddenly, a knight inserted his words in a low voice. An ugly helmet was buckled on his head. He couldn't see his face clearly, but his eyes emitted a divine light in the darkness, as if he was not young.

Atrea was stunned and realized that he was talking to him, but he didn't think much about it, and then responded, "Of course, why not."

"Because as long as we go to fight, we will have money." The old knight snorted coldly, "No matter whether there are enemies or not, as long as we go to Baigang City to explore and even if we complete the task, I want to walk the journey of more than a month safely."

"But, but a White Walker's head has a bag of gold coins to exchange." Atria was young and energetic, and obviously planned to argue with reason.

But at this time another knight had interrupted him, "Then do you know how many White Walkers are, and how many huge numbers of corpses are around them."

"The Ghoul...Whites...what is that?" Atrio was a little confused.

The knights who had been pricking their ears all the time around him heard a deep burst of laughter, as if mocking Atria's ignorance or his bravery, and even the White Walkers dared to face them. It was really courageous.

In fact, there are not many knights in the south who know about the deeds and history of the White Walkers, and most of them know more. But at this moment, the entire northern border is like locusts passing by, and no grass grows, so don’t expect any living people in any city.

Those ancestors who were quick and savvy had already run to Esos by boat, and there were very few knights left in the north. Among the humans in the south, except for scholars of the aristocratic class, most of them did not know what they were about to face. Some of the corpses and bones of the active bodies? They did not understand the relationship between ghouls and White Walkers at all.

Perhaps there are some knights near the Sancha River Basin near Baigang. For example, these old knights.

As if shocked by Atria's stupidity, the old knight shook his head and his helmet made a creaking sound, "Hehe... Gold Coins." He smiled hoarsely, his ugly voice like an ugly night owl singing, "I'll give you a piece of advice to young people, if I were you, I would never think of meeting the White Walker."

"But when you touch it, you can run as far as you can."

"Why?" Atrea was very dissatisfied.

"Because it's up to him. Knight Digelheren, he participated in the Battle of Sancha River, the Battle of Green Forest, and even survived after encountering the evil wizard while patrolling. He became the only survivor."

Someone next to him explained coldly, "It's a pity that he seemed to have experienced something terrible at that time, and his memory became very bad. When he saw a white horse and something with wings, he would fall into madness."

"Evil...evil wizard?" Atrio stuttered.

When the knight answered, he found that Diggel had no intention of answering again, so he continued, "Don't worry about evil wizards or wizards. You should have known it before the enlistment. There are many of them, so try to protect yourself and don't die in vain."

Although this unknown knight spoke coldly and even spoke badly, his words were very good. Every knight has valuable combat power. Sometimes if you help him, he might happen to save your life during the battle.

"But we... have so many people." The voice fell down. Atrea was not an idiot. He could tell whether others were kind or malicious. The knight class received more education, and it could even be said that they were completely different from the civilians.

When the children of civilians grew up to their teenage years, the nobles and knights had already started to play with conspiracies and calculating others. It was really hard to imagine that these were all humans, living on the same land and soil.

So Atrea had already heard that these knights had no malice, but the young man's aura made him unwilling to give in easily.

These knights who have experienced this obviously know him very well. After snorting coldly, they no longer paid attention to him, and were too lazy to explain.

But at this time, Diggle, who had been silent, suddenly looked up again and said, "But, they have more people."

"I..." Atrea was interrupted by Diggle before she could speak.

"I don't think we are." He smiled, "but when the battle really comes, you will find that the war is afraid that you have no companions, you only yourself, you... only you."

Although Diggle was laughing, there seemed to be a kind of hideousness and madness in his smile, which made Atria shiver and shivering. Looking at the old knight's seemingly ferocious gaze, Atria couldn't help feeling a chill. He was unwilling to talk more in his heart, and even seemed to see the others around him as if they were devils. Under the sparse shadow of the tree, the shaking figures seemed to be dancing in a group of demons, making people crazy.

"Justice will defeat evil." Atrea finally gave up his rebuttal and whispered, "Our experience will be recorded in Shige, our battle will be praised as a legend. May the Seven Gods bless us."

"Gaga, God? Ah haha." Diggel suddenly laughed in a low voice. He lowered his voice, as if he had remembered something, but he didn't remember, "There are indeed some things that exist in the darkness, but they are definitely not our gods. The Seven Gods cannot bless you. They have given up on us, they...."

"Shh, stop the sound!" Suddenly, a knight next to him who had been paying attention to the periphery made a gesture and then became serious.

All the knights, including Diggle, have become serious. These old guys who have participated in countless wars have extremely sensitive intuitions. They tell them from their intuitions of war between life and death that something is about to happen, even if it still seems calm at this time.

But this is just the peace before the storm.

...

Angry, anxious, very anxious.

Sir Helens walked uneasyly with his horse's hooves. While comforting the war horse, he seemed to subconsciously comfort his uneasy mood.

Because he was in a bad mood, the scouts had no news to repay for a long time. Three scouts had not returned for time. They might never come back. They disappeared from this world. The darkness and forest in front of them were like a giant beast that devoured flesh and blood. They swallowed the scouts without leaving any left.

They must have encountered something, which is certain, but the question is, what they encountered, is it a beast, an unexpected situation, or... it is the goal of their trip.

When a large army goes out, there must be scouts following the army. This is a natural thing.

Herrens did a good job in this matter. As the interim commander of the White Walkers' coalition this time, Herrens mobilized all the experienced knights in the cavalry and formed dozens of scouts, each of which was not large in number, because they were not fighting against any brain-worthy enemies, but corpses that won by number, but there were many scouts, which ensured that Herens' eyes were all in front, back, left and right.

The message was being passed back continuously, but at this moment, the message stopped and no scouts came back.

One might be an accident, but three in a row were enough to make Herons restless. He glanced backwards and prepared to call Daniel over. He was a survivor of the refugees in Baigang. He was rarely organized and had received a little education. But Herons immediately thought that he would not have any good ideas to call him over, so he gave up this plan.

He admitted that Daniel had a management plan, but when it comes to war, let it go, Helens dared not take risks.

"The scout team is back!"

However, this anxiety did not last long, and good news had already arrived. The goddess of luck favored Herrens, making him unable to help but murmur, "Bless the Seven Gods."

The team of scouts came to the horses of these nobles and knights without any politeness, but sat on the horse's back. The scout captain said directly, "Sir, the White Walkers are here, we have found them, not far from the north."

Herrens was shocked. They came, but then calmed down. This was not unexpected. After all, the purpose of their trip was to solve the White Walkers, right? They will encounter it sooner or later.

So Herrens immediately frowned and said calmly, "Not far? How far is not far? I need an accurate value. Are you scouts doing things like this?"

"About ten kilometers." Captain Scout lowered his head and said hurriedly.

"Ten kilometers." Herrens was stunned and his eyes turned, "You can prepare some more." He talked to the other knights beside him, or asked.

However, at this time, the scout captain suddenly interrupted him. It was very incredible that the conversation between the ceaseless nobleman was about to die. But obviously, the scout captain could hear the urgency of this matter in his hurrying tone. "Sir, I'm afraid I can't prepare anymore. We have no time anymore, and they are very fast."

"Soon." Herrens frowned, "How fast is it."

"Yes..." the captain of the scout immediately replied, but suddenly stopped. He paused and felt the faint vibration from the ground with Helens. "...so fast." He slowly spit out the remaining words and said. (To be continued.)
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