The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

Commander-in-chief Geor Mormont, the old rangers prefer to call him Xiong Lao.

As the last group of Rangers to stay behind, their retreat speed is not fast.

More than 50,000 people from Mans Reid's army and people have safely passed the ancestor's boxing peak. Most of them are walking in the ghost forest, fleeing to the Great Wall of Despair day and night.

Almost all of the freedmen’s old, weak, sick and large numbers of livestock were killed in several strange ghost raids. Tens of thousands and countless livestock fell under the butcher knife of strange ghosts.

Tens of thousands of people who escaped were left with fighters and people with stronger physical strength.

Upon hearing the news, the commander-in-chief Mormont personally led a group of old rangers after the break in the Milky Way Canyon.

They are all cavalry, one with two horses to facilitate the transfer.

In the Milky River Canyon of the Seren Mountains, a white mist suddenly floated, but in a blink of an eye, the white mist began to thicken, and the call sign of the cold wind came from a distance with a sharp whistling sound, like a sharp blade The sound of breaking the air.

"Old Xiong, they are here." The voice of a ranger was full of tension and anxiety.

"They're here, they're here!" The raven on Xiong Lao's shoulder kept repeating. It looked very restless, jumping from one shoulder of Xiong Lao to the other.

Old Xiong is very calm!

There was no panic in his gray eyes, and his subordinates saw Xiong Lao's unhurried expression, and his nervousness and panic were restrained.

Old Xiong is waiting!

Before long, thick fog covered the canyon, and the range of sight was rapidly shrinking.

"Old Xiong, let's retreat." The Rangers suggested.

Although it was still not long after noon, the valley seemed to be late in the evening because of the thick fog.

"Wait a little longer." Old Xiong said.

In the thick fog, the war horse began to kick uneasily, far and near, something was rustling.

The world is getting darker.

"Banyan Stark will find us, Mr. Xiong, let's withdraw." The brothers proposed again.

In the dense fog between heaven and earth, something disturbing is always approaching.

Old Xiong whizzed out the sword: "Okay, let's retreat. ——Be careful, everyone."

Qiang Qiang!

The sound of countless swords unsheathed.

Old Xiong and Bunyan Stark, the ghost rider who was going to investigate, agreed to meet here, but the thick fog became thicker and thicker, and the light between the sky and the earth seemed to be swallowed by the thick fog.

The feeling of night coming early makes Mr. Xiong very uneasy, but no one can see this.

The sound of the cold wind in the woods in the distance was getting closer.

The raven on Mo's shoulder was already trembling: "Retreat, retreat, retreat!" The raven kept calling.

A group of three hundred rangers quickly retreated. After a while, they could hardly see the brothers in front of them.

"Light a torch and speed up." Old Xiong ordered.

He smelled an unusual breath in the air, but his voice was still calm and strong.

In the air, the emotion of fear is invisible, and Xiong is always holding the needle of the sea.

As a result, the torches were lit. In the daytime, in the dense fog, the light of the burning torches could not pierce the dense fog, and every torch looked like a cloud of white light.

The hoofs were so loud that the sound of six hundred horses galloping on the ice of the river gave the brothers spiritual support.

The old horse knows the way, and they don't worry that the horse can't find a way back in the thick fog.

A black shadow suddenly flew in front of the brother of the Ranger who was running in the front. He was taken aback, and there was no response yet. The horse was already neighing in shock, and people stood up.

puff!

The black shadow hit the head of the Ranger brother like lightning, he flew out without screaming, the torch in his hand spun out, and hit the face of the brother behind in the thick fog.

Ah ah ah, there was a frightened sound.

The foremost brother of the Ranger was killed instantly, his smashed head was **** and he fell on the ice.

Puff!

Two heavy blunt axes hit the belly of the standing horse, and the screams of the horse before death resounded through the canyon.

The gorge was very quiet, and the sound of rushing horses made the silence even more profound.

The screams of horses and people made this silence even more terrifying, as if the knife hanging over the head fell.

"A strange ghost strikes, a strange ghost strikes!" a brother shouted.

The clanging of swords and swords suddenly sounded, dense like a storm, and there were constant screams and the screams of war horses mixed in the sound of fighting.

Old Xiong's voice is still calm as a mountain, his voice penetrated the thick fog and the noise of battle: "They are afraid of fire, they are afraid of obsidian, they use fire to attack, use obsidian daggers and obsidian arrows."

After dozens of brothers fell, scorching smell and black smoke floated in the air, the dense fog thinned, and there were scenes of black ghouls lying down and burning on the ice.

Mr. Xiong gave orders loudly and ordered the team to retreat quickly.

This is a small group of about a hundred ghouls, they copied to the front of the old Xiong team under the cover of thick fog.

The ghouls do not have this kind of wisdom, and they can outflank because this group of strange ghosts is controlled by the wise ghouls.

Some brothers who fell in a pool of blood begged to take them along. Old Xiong and his guards jumped off their horses expressionlessly, and cut the brothers' throats with their swords. Then, the torches lit their black cloaks.

If you don't burn the brothers, they will become one of the ghouls.

Most of the brothers rushed away quickly. Elder Xiong and his bodyguards remained at the end. They were responsible for killing every seriously injured brother and burning them.

It was snowing, at first it was just a little bit, but in a blink of an eye, snowflakes fluttered and instantly filled the sky. The snow gets bigger and bigger, and the snow quickly covers the ice.

Old Xiong was shocked and immediately mounted his horse and shouted, "Go!"

A dozen people immediately rushed.

On the mountains of the canyon, three strange ghosts in transparent frost appeared, blue eyes, the human face under the frost was clearly visible, and the skin was full of old wrinkles. Through the transparent frost, these strange ghosts looked like It is the elderly people wrapped in transparent ice.

Their hair also showed different colors in the frozen ice.

The headed ghost stretched out his hands to the sky, wind began to blow in the ice and snow, and the thick fog gradually dissipated.

On the banks of the Milky River, in the woods, and on the slopes, some ice and snow began to bulge, just like small packets bulging out. These ice and snow packets expanded more and more, and finally broke open, revealing a carrion corpse. , These carrion corpses were humans, there were wild beasts, some with broken legs, hands and shoulders.

In the ice and snow, at the mouth of the Milky Way, Xiong Lao's team of more than a dozen people is like a few small black ants crawling.

The strange ghosts on the top of the mountains roared strangely, and the carrion on both sides of the Milky River began to gather. Humans, ice wolves, white bears, and shadow lynxes all existed. The ghouls entered the Milky River ice channel layer by layer, blocking them. Xiong Lao is on their way.