A dim night of the stars and moon, such a night is suitable for breeding intrigues.

No one in Pompeii's army would have thought that at this moment, an inconspicuous side door of Winterfell would be quietly opened. In the darkness where no fingers could be seen, only a few guards raised pine oil torches and "beeped" to burn, and the brightness was limited to the space behind the city gates.

"My lord, here they are. Berner bent down slightly and gestured to the old man beside him.

Needless to say, Seedorf had already noticed that a team was gradually emerging from the darkness and the unknown, and appeared in the firelight.

They stopped at the dividing line between light and darkness, and only the leader continued.

It was an officer dressed in full knight's plate armor with a black feather stuck in the tip of his helmet. This must have been a mighty warrior who once drew his sword at some rare pest, and after his victory, colored his feathers with black blood and inserted them on the top of his helmet as a symbol of glory and bravery.

He raised an arm to block it in front of his eyes, avoiding the irritation of the firelight in his eyes, accustomed to the darkness.

"We are the wrath of thunder, coming from the royal capital, please let us into the city. "A very hoarse voice, as if there was a lot of sand rubbing against each other in the vocal cords.

"But I've heard that there will be reinforcements from three legions. Seedorf was in no hurry to let him go.

A full set of verifications has been carried out before opening the city gate, and there is no doubt about the identity of the other party. This is just a habit, a habit that has been cultivated over many years in the army.

"They're in some trouble, and I'm afraid only we'll be there tonight. ”

"Pompeian?"

"Yes. ”

Seedorf noticed that the officer's armor was bloodstained, fresh, and glowing with liquid in the light of torches, apparently having recently experienced a battle. Of course, he knew that it was extremely dangerous to cross the blockade of the army, and it was naïve to expect it to go completely smoothly.

In the event of an accident during the whole process, it is normal that all reinforcements cannot be in place.

Everything is normal, Berner already has a welcome smile on his face, but ......

Seedorf was already an old man, and it was inevitable that he would not be able to stay focused as much on such a cold and gloomy night, as he had been in his youth. But even so, he still vaguely felt that something was wrong, and his decades of rich experience in the army were frantically warning.

He closed his eyes, his mind carefully filtering all the information his senses had captured. Something was wrong—Thunder's Fury was so quiet that when he closed his eyes, he almost thought it was just a dead stake ahead.

They remained almost completely still, not making the slightest sound.

Abnormal – a sufficiently disciplined team may be able to prohibit head-to-head exchanges. But after marching, the soldier must breathe heavily, which is an inevitable physiological reaction. But at the moment there is none, nothing.

Seedorf's ears were still working, and with his high concentration, he could hear the slight breathing of the Winterfall guards ten paces away, and the patrolling soldiers in the distance stomping their feet to keep warm. But he couldn't hear the thunderous rage of the soldiers breathing.

And, on such a bleak night. The other side did not have any lighting, and did not take any measures to prevent the soldiers from falling behind!

"I would venture to ask, have any of your troops been left behind?" Seedorf's voice did not show any mood fluctuations, although he was already in turmoil, as if he were a very ordinary routine inquiry.

"There are some, there should have been 4,215 people, and about 200 people were left behind, but there was no way to do it. ”

"I really can't help it. Seedorf sighed softly, condensing into a white mist that slowly drifted away in the night sky.

Considering the difficulty of marching at night, the rate of falling behind is less than one in twenty, which can no longer be described as more than "excellent".

A team so quiet that it could march smoothly without lighting could of course easily pass through the blockade in the dark, and it would be difficult for the enemy to spot them at a distance of twenty paces. But the question is - how can there be such a team in the world?

Seedorf suddenly realized that under this seemingly calm night, there seemed to be a deep murderous intent that he could not see through.

"My lord, can we enter the city?"

"Even an elite legion like Thunder's Fury may not be able to save the current predicament. Seedorf made a gesture behind his back, and one of the guards immediately left quietly, "The fall of Winterfell is only a matter of time, there is no need to continue to increase unnecessary casualties, Your Excellency, please lead the team back." ”

"Soon there will be dragon knights to help, so you don't have to be so pessimistic. ”

"Oh, which dragoon is it?" Originally, there were three dragon knights in the Empire, one of whom was accidentally killed in a battle not long ago with a team to encircle and suppress the evil dragon, and now only two remain.

Both dragoons were old friends of Seedorf, and whoever arrived, it was good news.

"Corleone, the Golden Dragoon Earl Corleone. ”

"But...... As far as I know, Mistress Corleone is dead!" Seedorf opened his eyes suddenly, his gaze as cold as a sword suddenly erupted in the night, "Can a dead man come to the aid of Winterfell?"

"Why...... What about the dead?" the hoarse voice was mixed with deep doubt.

"Even if the light of the torch is a little dazzling, it should have been used to it for so long, so you might as well put your hands down. Seedorf said coldly.

"Alas...... It's a rock Seedorf, it's really cautious. ”

The arms descended inch by inch, revealing the face under the helmet.

The sound of swords and guns coming out of their sheaths was instantly connected, and the sharp copper whistle immediately rang out.

Blackened and rotten skin, shriveled and broken eyeballs, only a few teeth left in the gums, and dry flesh clinging to the skeleton. Even by the most tolerant standards, this can never be subsumed into the realm of human beings.

It is not difficult for those with a little insight to see that this appearance is very similar to the legendary undead. It's just unclear whether the undead are posing as the Wrath of the Thunder, or if the Legion of the Wrath of the Thunder is becoming the undead.

"Looks like the other two legions have fallen into your hands?" said Seedorf as he slowly drew his heirloom sword from its scabbard.

"Yes, we took advantage of their unpreparedness to launch a sneak attack, and then we ate their flesh and drank their blood—what a delicacy on earth!" the monster grinned in a terrifying grin, enough to leave a lifelong shadow on the most daring child.

"Despicable!" Berner spat on the ground, the blade of his sword already lit up with fighting energy, and he further guarded the commander.

"It seems that something unknown must have happened in the royal capital, can you tell me?" Seedorf asked calmly.

"You don't need to know, because you're going to die soon. ”

Behind the monster, the eerily quiet Thunderfury soldiers began to gallop toward the city.