The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 280 Night King

Author: Bamboo Basket Frame Water

Chapter 280 Night King

After seeing with their own eyes the crazy deserter who was frightened by the White Walker army, every wild man in Hawke's team had a look of fear on their faces.

They never expected that in less than a week, Thane would have already been lost!

Looking at Thane burning in the distance, Hawke couldn't help but focus on the spear woman and asked fearfully:

"What should we do? Should we go to Magna to report the situation now, or should we go to the Fist of the First Men to join the King Beyond the Wall first?"

"I don't know either, but I think we should first go to the Ruhe River to gather the fleeing Thenns, and then lead them to the Fist of the First Men!"

After hearing Hawke's inquiry, the spear woman looked at Thane in the distance with red eyes, and then she said firmly to everyone while holding back the grief of her hometown being destroyed:

"There are thousands of free people living around Thern. Even if Thern is destroyed by the White Ghost, there must be many survivors. We must tell them the news!"

Hearing such a difficult order, everyone's hearts were filled with heaviness, and everyone was worried about their families.

Seeing that everyone was in a very negative mood, the spear woman could only wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes. As the leader of the team, she could not show any cowardice.

Looking at the people who were all in a daze, the spear woman turned over and jumped on the horse with a firm gaze, and then rode in the direction from where she came, shouting at the same time:

"Let's go, everyone, this is not only for Magna, but also for our own lives. Please cheer up!"

Looking at the spear woman's retreating figure, everyone could only put aside the grief in their hearts for the time being and had to choose to return the way they came.

After all, as mentioned before, thousands of people in Thern City were defeated. What role could just six of them play on the battlefield?

————Inside Thern City

Crackling~

The originally strong city walls and wooden doors had long since turned into ashes, replaced by huge icicles that crushed the surrounding houses.

The sound of various houses and castles being burned was endless, and the whole city was like a hell on earth. The streets were littered with corpses of savages.

The White Walker army, which did not need prisoners, had no need to keep anyone alive, and had no intention of occupying this castle as a camp.

For them, the dead are more useful than the living!

Outside Thern City, thousands of corrupted ghouls were standing there blankly. It was easy to see from the swollen muscles on their bodies that these ghouls were all savages who had been transformed not long ago.

Obviously, these corpses are members of the clan who disappeared in the woods. It is not difficult to see from their blood-stained stone axes and teeth that they have become servants of the White Walkers.

Tap tap tap...

Waves of low hoofbeats came from the woods, and dozens of elite White Walkers in heavy armor were seen riding on ice spiders that were comparable to war horses, riding towards the city of Thern.

(Spiders are part of WIKI novels, so I’ve included them here)

And in the center of this Spider Cavalry, a White Walker with skin as pale as the moon and crown-like horns on his head was slowly entering Thane.

call--

As this White Walker cavalry entered the ruins of Thern, the flames that were still burning the houses and castles were instantly extinguished, leaving only the frost that gradually spread throughout the city.

When the elite White Walkers staying in Thern City saw the White Walker cavalry entering Thern, they hurried forward and reported in obscure ancient vocabulary:

"My king, all the corpses in this city have been moved to the square. They will become your new army."

If a southern bachelor who specializes in history saw this scene in Thane City, he would definitely shout out the name of the White Walker King in horror—the Night King!

The Night King's sapphire blue eyes calmly looked at the thousands of corpses in Thern City, and he shook his head with some dissatisfaction and said:

"Not enough...not enough! Those alien invaders are very strong. I can feel the traces of those invaders within the Great Wall. I must be sure that I will win with one blow."

"My king, if we can transform all the savages outside the Great Wall, then there will be hundreds of thousands of ghouls at our disposal. Why should we flee to the south?"

"Hmph... Our first goal now is to prepare more corpses. When the red comet crosses the sky, it will be the day of decisive battle between us and the invaders!"

The Night King didn't say much to his somewhat blind White Walker subordinate, but focused his attention on the pile of corpses on the ground.

On the battlefield on the frozen coast a few days ago, the Night King once had a battle with the invaders who could cast magic by remotely controlling the White Walkers.

In his expectation, those intruders were just ants led by a weak god who tried to challenge the majesty of the cold god.

However, when the battle actually began, the Night King was horrified to discover that those winged invaders were able to use magic unscrupulously!

All kinds of weird but powerful magic, as well as the strong magic fluctuations, directly blocked the signal from the Night King to connect to the White Walkers.

Seeing this scene, the Night King decisively left the cave where he had slept for thousands of years, and chose to lead his army out of the Land of Eternal Winter, and instead prepared to attack the wildlings and the Great Wall in the south.

As the saying goes, it's easy to pick on the weak. He can't defeat those invaders for the time being, so why can't he still bully the savages and the night watchmen who lack strength?

What?

You say this is a rout without dignity and honor?

They are not fleeing, they are just temporarily changing their tactics because the odds of winning are not good enough!

Everything is for a greater victory!

Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on the Night King's face, and then he slowly raised his hands, causing a little frost to condense in the surrounding air.

Ho ho...

Waves of low roars like beasts came from the mouths of the dead savages. Along with strange twitches, these savages who had suffered fatal injuries actually stood up!

Countless ice-blue eyes all focused on the Night King and the White Walkers. This result made the Night King on the spider's back very satisfied.

Although the combat power of these ghouls is not outstanding, and even the wooden sticks picked up can be used as weapons, they themselves are excellent cannon fodder.

For these ghouls who can still fight even if they lose their heads, killing one is a profit, killing two is a profit, but they are just disposable cannon fodder.

"Time is running out, everyone, let us seize the time to prepare more troops."

With a casual pull on the reins wrapped around the spider's teeth, the Night King led the team away from Thane and moved slowly towards the Fist of the First Men in the south.

Behind him, an army of nearly 100,000 ghouls were following him in mighty force, staggering but firmly following the Night King's pace.

(End of chapter)