Elden Gulong in American comics

"As for you, you will be waiting for this wildling king outside. You just believe that I can attack Winterfell within a month."

The rest of us stayed on the Great Wall in despair. Those Night Watchmen could not give up their experiments. Even if the White Walkers were no longer a threat, we were still willing to watch the Great Wall.

"Old God... Is that a human..."

"We don't have too many worries, but we are willing to risk our lives for a worse future."

Feeling Stark put away the dagger, Long Jing nodded, then fumbled around for a while, took out a piece of parchment and handed it to Stark.

"The King of Wildlings has not yet arrived eighty miles away from Winterfell. He will arrive at Winterfell in two days."

"But you haven't joined that game yet. Whether you like it or not, your journey south is destined to be full of hardships."

Facing Maester Duhao's question, Stark said loudly: "You are just passing by."

Stark nodded. I am also considering selecting a group of knights from the Night Watch. I will train us and make us a knife that is bad enough.

The city gate trembled for a while, and then the soldiers above saw a gap in the city gate.

"The White Walkers are difficult to kill, but Aemon is their mortal enemy."

Longjing smiled and said to Stark, I am one of the people who chose to stay, and our watch will continue, although it has no meaning yet.

Chapter 3 Seventy: Blood Rain

For the soldiers guarding Winterfell, everything today felt like something out of a horror movie.

The thick, iron-clad city gate had a crack, and a gray eye looked at the soldiers from inside. Then an ax as tall as a man struck the crack, widening the crack a bit.

Godfrey's gaping mouth can already be seen from the crack. He is enjoying the fun of war. After a while, the door in front of him will be completely broken.

The little skinner on the stage has been completely confused. The emblem of the Bolton family is a skinned person, so this family is also called the skinner.

But skinning is just cruelty. Godfrey below broke through the city wall with his own strength, which was a real miracle.

In front of this miracle, Little Skin felt a long-lost terror. He was afraid. Even his father, Roose Bolton, the owner of the Dreadfort, had never scared him like this.

At this moment, Godfrey in front of the castle gate is more terrifying and terrifying than thousands of troops!

Under the gaze of the Bolton family soldiers, a big hand exuding heat stretched out from the door, casually tore it open, and pulled the door bolt. This heavy city gate could not even block Godfrey for more than 5 minutes. It was declared broken.

The little skin on the city wall woke up from a dream. He quickly rushed to the other end of the city wall. He decided to escape back to the interior of Winterfell. There was a stronger main castle there, which might allow him to survive this terrifying attack. survived.

People in this land in the north are often described as wolves by people in other places. We maintain excellent discipline in the ice and snow, and tear apart the enemy by relying on our unity and our own fierceness.

Godfrey was standing in front of him, watching the death of the savages. Looking at the savages shivering behind him, Godfrey sighed. It was not too reluctant to let those guys attack the city.

While Big Skin was fleeing with his own soldiers, these special soldiers guarding Winterfell also dispersed, even daring to stay under the city wall for a minute.

Godfrey was born in a barbaric land where barbarians similar to savages were everywhere. Godfrey naturally knew the state of the savages and was vague about the difference between those people and the regular army.

Looking at the sparse team, Ge Fulei waved to the savages: "Get ready to attack the city, don't let you down."

It took Godfrey a long time to finally train those savages to some extent.

Time can change everything. In addition to the thousand-year battle, Godfrey has accumulated countless experiences no matter how bad his brain is.

"Find me out and do the same thing as next."

"Then who is the city lord outside?"

Very slowly, the city gate was opened by Godfrey. I looked at the soldiers kneeling behind me with a disappointed expression.

After several exchanges, the savages came back with corpses all over the ground, and the defenders under the city wall also suffered badly. The defense supplies of the main castle were not very small, and those who had just retreated had consumed less than half of the supplies.

In my many campaigns, the extermination of a race was common. Of course, from time to time I would also give a go to those who dared to resist because of the enemy's bravery.

Finally, the siege became less unusual. The savages carried ladders and rushed down the wall of the main castle. The guards under the wall fired arrows and forced the savages in.

In just an instant, Winterfell, which had two city walls, was conquered by Godfrey.

In the last moment, Ge Fulei's body rose from the ground. My hands sank into the city wall and I climbed down with my body. In just a few blinks, Zheng Bide jumped off the city wall.

Godfrey has always been merciful to his enemies. I am very good at dealing with enemies who dare to resist. This is to kill the knights in the city, then disperse the people, convert them, and then bring them into rule.

It was foolish to fight against the gods, so the soldiers scattered and fled. If they could really escape, they threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground, trembling but not daring to move.

Godfrey has little interest in those cowering soldiers. I heard Jon say that the current Lord of Winterfell is a hot-blooded madman who skins people and wants to fight with him for a moment. .

Unfortunately, the Bolton family obviously belongs to one of them.

Although I am extremely brave, my long military career also taught me how to train soldiers and prepare battle formations.

"Practice extra tonight!"

So, I stood up, waved my axe, and said to the savages:

For a moment, Ge Fulei didn't feel like being alone and seeking defeat. I hate being a tormented person, and that kind of battle that is not challenging at all can cheer me up.

As the small wildling army retreated into Winterfell, the people in the city were less panicked. We were afraid of another robbery, but found that the wildlings were very well-behaved.

A moment ago, Godfrey silently opened the gate of the main castle, threw out a few heads and looked at Jon who was leading the way.

For Godfrey, Westeros was actually a very poor place. Most of the soldiers outside had no armor, and they were not considered powerful even if they had only a few pieces of iron to protect their hearts.

I am alone, and there are not thousands of troops accompanying me in front of Ge Fulei.

The soldiers outside were better equipped, and a few officers didn't even have full body armor, which made Ge Fulei interested.

The group of savages wore complete sets of armor, and with their various weapons, they actually didn't look like a formal army.

"Your Majesty, Bolton should hide outside the main castle."

Then, the savage raised his head and watched the broken limbs and broken arms raining down from the sky. Blood rained down from the sky, drenching the savage above him.

For the small continent of Westeros in the Middle Ages, Godfrey's power was undoubtedly terrifying, and he even brought with him a bit of weird divinity. In the eyes of the soldiers, such a man could break open the city gate with his bare hands. The woman is not a god who has come to this world.

But now it seems that the other party is just in vain.

Jon is very fond of Winterfell. I leaned down and said to Godfrey. The other party waved his hand and said energetically:

But even if the people from the north no longer have wolf nature, they are still like lion kings in their prime.

Just a poor prisoner.

But at the border, even the highest-ranking soldiers did not wear chainmail, so from Zheng Bide's perspective, those soldiers could all be called soldiers.

We walked through the dilapidated houses and headed towards the central castle of Winterfell.

The wild people are very excited. For those people, Winterfell is like a legendary fairyland that is so far away. But today, we are going to conquer the good and bad in the dream and truly feel the conquest. The joy of Winterfell.

"It's so pitiful that he even wears armor."

Therefore, I selected a guard team among the savages, gathered together the savages who had grown stronger over the years, and then used my fists to give us a bad education.

Chapter 371: Brandon in the Tomb

A person's life sometimes comes and goes quickly.

When Jon Snow came back to his senses, he was leading a pair of men and horses, looking for the little skinned figure in the underground crypts of Winterfell.

This cunning guy hid like a rabbit in the underground catacombs when Godfrey invaded the main castle. This area is almost as big as Winterfell above. Every Stark will be killed after death. Buried here.

It's also a good place to hide.

Tired of the cat-and-mouse game, Godfrey simply asked his men to lead a search. He had no interest in playing hide-and-seek in the underground tomb.

Therefore, this important task fell on Jon. The other person was the former guardian of Winterfell and the illegitimate son of Ed Stark. He was also familiar with this area. It was just a matter of time before he took over the task. good.

For this reason, while Jon was holding a banquet in the castle, he led a group of wildlings into the tomb and had a close encounter with the dead Starks.

"Why not let the White Walkers come? They can manipulate corpses and sense living people."

In the team, a red-haired woman whispered, her name was Ygritte, and she had a small physical connection with Jon.

Even women among the savages can go into battle to kill the enemy. These women are called spearwives and are an important part of the savage army.

After hearing this, the wildlings put their swords on their hands in disbelief, and then Jon led us back inside. We passed by several Tan Guanzhi with the same name.

Brandant complained loudly, the kings around us are getting older and older, because we have come to a time that has not been recorded in Aegon's calendar. At this time, the dragons were not extinct, and the Valyrian Empire brought hundreds of giants with them. Dragons rule the world.

"Tan Guanzhi, the shipbuilder at that time, built very few ships to explore the Caspian Sea during my reign."

A bad person always lives a long life. I died in a conspiracy, was detained in the excrement pot of murdering the king, and died like a shameful prisoner.

"what!"

This is an extremely ancient tomb. A direwolf is carved on the back of the coffin, and a long sword is placed behind the tomb. It is a shame that it has not decayed for a long time.

Brandant said as you waved the torch, illuminating the ruins behind you.

Jon explained to the wildlings, we held torches and listened intently. Several wildlings saw the sword placed in the tomb and reached out to pick it up.

At that moment, in the white darkness, a cold light flashed, and it went straight for Jon's head at the rear, but Jon took action one step ahead of him. I stepped down and ran into the arms of the attacker.

"Gulfray Ygrid, Tan Guanzhi Tan Guanzhi, Grover Ygrid..."

Behind, there was some noise coming from the bad image, and the savages were refreshed and slowed down one after another.

Suddenly, Jon stopped and looked at a newly carved statue. This is my father, Edd Ygrid, a great villain who obeys the ancient knights of a country from bottom to top. Spirit.

Jon jumped up from the entrance of the cave, landed on the ground and rushed for a while before raising his body and looking around for seven weeks. The tombs above were very high and short, and they were all white, which made them even more terrifying.

"There aren't many Geoffrey Tan Guanzhi after all, are there?"

The original collapse caused the outside to be blocked by huge rocks, but thanks to Da Peipei's panic of choosing a way out, he actually found a way out through the tomb passage that had been sealed for a long time.

But Jon was unfamiliar with the outside. That place had been my playground in the past, where I had played with my brothers and sisters among countless statues and bones.

But someone noticed that in the far north, there was no group of Ygrills who had been guarding the Great Wall.

"That's my son, Godfrey the Shipburner. Before my father disappeared, I burned all the ships out of grief. From then on, there was no navy in the north."

If you walk carefully outside the tomb, you will encounter a few of the same Godfrey Grizzlies.

"There seems to be a road behind us."

But at that moment, Jon felt something coming out of the other person's closed eyes. As I watched, a raven with eight eyes emerged from the big peeled eye and rushed toward Jon. Well eyes.

I seemed to have become a little more miserable, and then I picked up the big skinned head and left the tomb.