The chaos was unexpected, one moment it was still a quiet night, a peaceful barracks with a little stench of horse manure, and the next moment it was like hell descending on chaos.

A large force of cavalry smashed through the guardrail, screams rang out one after another, the neighing of horses spread throughout the camp, and the braziers were raging, and as far as the eye could see, the flames were already raging.

The rushing knights, wielding ruthless swords or chains, harvested one soldier after another who had no time to dodge, and there were about 2,000 soldiers stationed in the camp at this time, but in the face of this unprepared scene, they could not organize a revolt at all!

In sight, a soldier was slammed by a meteor hammer and fell to the ground screaming, and another nearby northern soldier stabbed the horse in the knight's crotch with a spear, but was shot in the back by another knight not far away, and then his head was cut off.

Some soldiers hurriedly entered the tent, but the ensuing fire forced him to rush out, and then he was stabbed in the chest with a long sword, trampled by the hooves of horses, and the corpse was a blur of flesh and blood.

The tents in the camp were already densely built, and the wind blew quietly at night, and the fire spread unconsciously, eventually enveloping the entire camp completely, and the enemy army was like a demon army under the firelight, exuding a hideous and destructive atmosphere, constantly harvesting one life after another.

The screams were alive and bloody, and with the screams of the female staff in the camp and the roars of the soldiers in the north in defiance, the cavalry of the Lannisters seemed to be even more excited.

It's a bunch of savages, riding horses, but not really knights, dressed more like savages - and behaving more than that.

Sensing an attack, Charles turned back and burrowed into the tent, and when he came out, he had a bow and arrow in his hand, and quietly hid himself in the camp.

A knight, after cutting down an unlucky soldier, saw the Charr looking around, and rode his horse with a sinister smile.

I thought that this thinly dressed young man would flee in panic, but who would have thought that he did not see this person's panicked expression, but instead stretched out his hand at him, and let out a strange syllable from his mouth.

"What is this doing?"

The knight was surprised, but the horse suddenly stopped under his crotch, and then began to tilt his face uneasily to avoid the direction of the charr, and refused to take a step forward no matter how much the knight dragged him.

He thought his horse was startled by the chaos around him, but it didn't take long for him to abandon the idea entirely.

Because he saw the most terrifying sight in his life!

I saw that the soldier who died tragically not far away swelled his physique under the strange murmur, and finally the white bones were broken, and a skeleton stepped out of the corpse, and took a few steps forward, under the light of the fire, the bloody face was grinning at him silently.

"It's a dark wizard!" The cavalry was in a cold sweat, and he hurriedly turned his horse's head and ran back, but before he had run a few steps, the horse stumbled and fell to the ground, and the cavalry was forced to fall off his horse.

He discovers that Charles is a wizard, but he apparently forgets the bow and arrow in Charles' hand.

The knight was quickly besieged by the rebellious soldiers around him, and soon screamed to death, while the Charles had already left the area.

At this time, the situation in the camp was very chaotic, even if his status as a wizard and the skeleton soldiers were quite deterrent, it was difficult to ensure that he would not be hacked to death by a knife, so Charles decided to find a hidden place to protect himself first, and then study other things.

In fact, it was not easy to find such a place in the open camp, so he ended up having to risk being roasted, approached a burning tent somewhere, used a barrel to cover himself, hid in the shadow of the fire, and began to shoot arrows with a bow.

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[Your arrow wounds an enemy soldier, your shooting proficiency +1]

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[Your arrow wounds an enemy soldier, your shooting proficiency +1]

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[You successfully killed an enemy soldier with an arrow, your shooting proficiency +10, and you gain a little bit of mace skill]

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Occasionally, the enemy will find out about his existence, but basically they will be afraid to look at the skeleton's grinning teeth, and then flee in panic, and the few who do not retreat will also die on the spot under the double attack of the skeleton and the bow and arrow, and cannot get close.

This mainly depends on Charles's spiritual words, and during this time, Charles has long discovered that the knight's horses are very afraid of this strange spell, so the enemies who come up are basically the same as the first knight, and they dare not approach at all.

In addition, his location was originally a remote area of the camp, so in this chaotic base camp, a blank space gradually appeared around the charr.

However, although this situation can deter the enemy, it is also quite eye-catching, and it is inevitable that he will be besieged to death by a brave enemy, and Charles will dodge out of here after noticing the slightest abnormality, looking for the next location.

Walking cautiously on the edge of the battlefield, for fear that an arrow would shoot him in the head in the chaos, Charles was quite apprehensive when he encountered this situation for the first time, he felt that he was not ready to face this situation, but the reality did not give him any chance to remedy.

"When the war started, I couldn't even guarantee my own life."

The words Ed said a while ago quietly flashed through his mind, making Charles have to sigh at the suddenness and cruelty of the war, and he became more cautious because of this.

However, before he could find a suitable place, he suddenly heard a cry for help.

"Help!"

The voice was very faint, but the charr who was vigilant around him still heard the slightest noise, and he turned his head to look, not far away, under the firelight, a young girl was fleeing in panic under the pursuit of two Lannister cavalry, as if it was a "forced capture of the people's daughter".

Charles scanned his surroundings and saw no other dangerous enemies nearby, so he raised his hand and took an arrow from the quiver behind him, took aim, and shot.

His companion was slightly flustered, and just as he was turning his horse's head, a second arrow was quickly plunged into his calf, staining his trousers red and burrowing with blood

In the end, he was also killed.

Compared to the archery skills that he was much more proficient at the beginning, Charles was now able to do enough at close range to do not need to fire arrows.

The danger was lifted, and the girl hurried to Charles, and the appearance of the pear blossoms with the rain was very pitiful to me—Charles felt that she was very familiar.

If I'm not mistaken, this is the refugee from the Frey family?

If it's interesting to say why Charles remembered her, the Frey family looked like rats and was very ugly, but this girl was very pretty, and she looked quite amazing and impressive.

Charles also sighed at the time, "Your circle is really messy." But I don't have time to complain or anything now.

"Find a safe place to hide!" As he spoke, he drew an arrow and put it on the bowstring, and turned his head to leave, only to find that the girl had not moved at all, and her slightly dirty pretty face looked dazed.

"If you don't know where it's safe, go north to the third tent on the right in the fifth row."

"Okay!"

The girl nodded busily, then walked away quickly.

Glancing at her back, Charles secretly wished her good luck, then retracted her thoughts and began to "live" in the battlefield again.

The direction he pointed to was where the red-robed woman was, and although he didn't know what the mysterious "auntie" was, he estimated that it should be no problem to protect herself here.

As for whether this is the case, he is not sure. But by the way, I have already done my best. At this moment, Charles didn't have the intention of being a flower messenger.

Cautiously hiding in the camp, shooting one shot at another place, constantly shooting, the prompts in front of him continued to float by.

Either to gain life energy, or to gain skills in the use of various weapons, including maces, swords, chains, equestrian, shooting skills, etc. The feeling of coolness in the body has never been broken, and all kinds of knowledge continue to emerge in my mind.

In a sense, this bloody place has become a favorable battlefield for the Shire to improve themselves.

This is one of the reasons why he insisted on staying despite Eddard's dissuasion.

It's a pity that because he didn't expect this kind of thing, he didn't prepare the necessary secret text to harvest his soul at all, so he could only let his ability to "fight monsters and upgrade" work.

However, the continuous improvement did not increase his overall combat effectiveness much, he just slowly increased the number of things, and there is an upper limit to this increase, and when the knowledge in his mind reaches a certain level, he can no longer improve - because the enemy is basically at this level.

It can only be said that these attackers can be regarded as elite, not a temporary class of troops trained by the peasants, otherwise this harvest will be at least halved.

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Relying on skeletons and relying on the tactics of "obscene development", Charles is still safe, and the life energy he continues to obtain is getting stronger and stronger, which also keeps his physical strength in good condition.

However, he knew that if he continued like this, he would eventually have to try to escape.

However, things did not go in the worst direction, and when the seventh quiver of Charles was exhausted, the sound of hurried horses' hooves faintly appeared on the road in the distance, and Charles had just released an arrow and looked back to see a banner of a wolf's head being raised high in the night.

At this moment, he had never thought this wolf head was so cute, and obviously, the others in the camp thought the same way.

"It's Lord Duke's Icewolf Banner!"

"Reinforcements have arrived!"

"We're saved!"

The remnants of the soldiers shouted excitedly, and their tired appearances were immediately as energetic as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

On the contrary, the enemy hurriedly prepared to flee, but the soldiers who were pressed and beaten saw that they were about to turn over, and they were "willing" to let them escape.

It's just that most of the enemies who broke into the barracks were soldiers on horses, and it was not so easy to stop them.

As a result, most of the reinforcements who arrived did not reach the camp after approaching, and had already followed the enemy's fleeing back.

The chaos slowly subsided, and the remaining reinforcements quickly organized the remaining men to calm the battlefield.

The leader frowned and looked around, and after a while, he saw Charles coming out of the corner, and at the same time saw the white skeleton guarding Charles's side.

So his face couldn't help but change.

Charles's face changed as well, but not because the skeleton had been discovered, but because of his own body.

I don't know how many enemies I have shot, but for some reason, the life energy I have accumulated has begun to move in my body!