The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 278 Mance Rayder
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As the White Walkers were wiped out by the various magics released by Rohan, the ghouls on the battlefield immediately lost their magic power and turned into pieces of bones and fell to the ground.

Looking at the skeletons scattered on the ground, Dario, who was killing the ghoul, squatted down, looked at the surrounding corpses and said with emotion:

"So that's it. These ghosts are like magic nodes that control zombies. Just need to get rid of them, can all other zombies self-destruct?"

This is the same as the vampires in the Warhammer world. As long as you can kill the vampires who control the undead creatures, you can make those skeleton warriors or zombies collapse.

In this regard, the elf warriors did not show too much surprise. After all, as long as they know the principle of how these ghosts control the ghouls, they will not be afraid at all.

Even Luo Han couldn't help touching his chin, and instead thought of another creature next door—the Tyranid Zerg!
It is also a small number of elite units that can think to lead most of the cannon fodder units, and all serve the sole will.

It's just that unlike the Tyranid Zerg, as long as a different ghost can be killed, the ghouls under his leadership will lose control in an instant, which is much easier to deal with.

I can completely form a special beheading force like the empire, and use a small elite force to fight against the aliens on the battlefield!
puff~
Looking at the Black Ark that had recovered from the stranded state, Rohan flapped his wings and returned to the deck, and then ordered Dario:
"Notify all the regiment leaders to come to the meeting. Now that we know who our enemy is, it's time to make a battle plan."

"As ordered!"

——Frost Fang, Milk River
The Milk River is a long river originating from the Frostfang Mountains, and it is also the river of life for most barbarians outside the Great Wall.

The milky white river flows straight down from the highest peak of the mountain range, and on the vast plain beside the river, countless camps made of animal skins and branches cover the sky and the sun.

Hundreds of thousands of savage tribes with their families gathered on both sides of this mother river. The scale was so large that the fledgling Hawke couldn't help but widen his eyes.

In his eyes, Sorn Castle, which can accommodate tens of thousands of wildlings, is already the largest wildling clan he has ever seen. How could he have thought that nearly a million wildlings would gather together at the same time?
"No... As expected of the army assembled by the king beyond the Great Wall, it can actually have such a large scale!"

"Put away your silly roe deer-like posture, now we are envoys sent by Magna, and we must not lose face of Thenn!"

Hearing Hawke's muttering, the leading spearwife looked at the fledgling young man with some disdain, without mentioning that she was also shocked when she first came here.

As everyone entered this huge savage camp, Hawke, riding on a pony, finally met the legendary King Beyond the Wall—Mance Rayder!
Inside the hood, Hawk looked at the muscular, unattractive brown-haired man in front of him, and couldn't help swallowing secretly.

I have to say, compared to the legendary King Beyond the Great Wall who is powerful and capable of defeating a hundred with one enemy, this kind-looking man in front of him doesn't seem to have much deterrent power?
"Do you think that this ordinary and incompetent man in front of you doesn't seem to have the qualifications to lead the savages?"

As if seeing Hawk's doubts, Mance Rayder had a smile on his face, and asked casually with a wooden cup.

Hearing this, Hawk was a little overwhelmed with fright, feeling that the eyes of the people around him were all focused on him, and hurriedly explained in panic:

"Of course not, my lord, it's just that you are so mighty in the legend, you can even easily defeat ten crows (night watchmen) with one hand, so..."

Before the words fell, the savages who were still watching the show laughed out loud, and one of them came directly to Mance Rayder, patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"Pfft ha ha ha, Mance, he called you my lord, so do we need to kneel down next time we see you?"

"Oh~ Lord Mance Rayder, it sounds pretty pleasant to your ears, you can really give it a try!"

"Don't laugh at it. This young man is from Cern. Everyone has different living habits. We don't need to get too entangled in these details."

There was also a smile on Mance's face, but then he stopped the wild people around him, and asked Hawke with a serious face:
"I heard that you are a survivor who witnessed the 'White Ghost', can you tell us something about the White Ghost?"

Hearing such a serious topic, the surrounding savage patriarchs also became serious, and the entire tent fell into silence for an instant.

Feeling that everyone's eyes were on him again, Hawke couldn't help swallowing, and then he said everything he knew:

"Yes, my lord, it was a sunny morning. I was about to bring my prey back to Sorn City, but I was blocked by a group of bad guys from the same clan..."

"To the point, I don't want to know what you were doing at the time, I just need to know what the white ghosts you see will do?"

"Uh... that white ghost is wearing a strange armor, which is impenetrable even by iron arrows, and is very strong.

And it can also use a spear made of ice, and it is so powerful that it can easily penetrate a big tree with a spear!
And that white ghost seems to have the ability to control the dead. I saw with my own eyes a man who had been shot by me several times attacking me without fear of death. It was just like the legend! "

Hawk directly said all the words he had been brewing all the way, and then stood silently beside the tent, obediently pretending to be little transparent.

After all, his job is only as a messenger, and he is not qualified to communicate with Mance Rayder who has unified 90 clans.

"Well...if this young man is telling the truth, then we must head south to the Fist of the First Men as soon as possible, gather our troops there, and attack the Great Wall."

After listening to Hawke's description, Mance lowered his head and fell into thinking, then raised his head firmly, and confessed to the wildling patriarchs around him:

"And we don't have any more time to waste. The prey around us have been hunted clean, and most of the food reserves have been consumed. We must act as soon as possible!
Young man, I need you to return to Cerne City immediately and tell Sidi that our meeting point is at the 'Fist of the First Men', and let him bring his people over as soon as possible. "

"Don't worry, big... Mance Rayder, I will pass this news to Magna as soon as possible!"

(End of this chapter)