Snow looked at Lynn for a long time and said, "You can see that you are also from the North, right?" However, which family are you from, and this army belongs to your family?"

Lynn thought for a moment and said: "The army I brought with me, isn't it that I can be someone else's?" As for me from the north, it is true that I once followed my father Viscount Rothschild to attend the harvest banquet, but you are an illegitimate child and have no right to attend the banquet, so it is normal that you don't know me, and of course I can't remember your appearance."

If you don't believe me, you can call Lyanna and she can testify. ”

Lyanna had already been eavesdropping with her ears sideways, and when she heard this, she rolled her eyes and walked closer to Lynn and said, "When that savage bitch scolded people just now, you didn't help me testify that as a nobleman, how different I am from these filthy savages!"

The little bear girl glared at Lynn, and after speaking, she walked away without hesitation.

Ever since she had been evenly matched with Ygritte in the scolding battle, the girl had become more and more proud.

Looking at the proud back of a victorious rooster, Lynn turned her face and asked Jon Snow, "Why were you indifferent to the savage girl she was scolding just now?"

Snow was stunned when he heard this.

He pondered for a while, and realized that he really didn't change his superficial impression of the wild man because he liked Ygritte, but only because when he expressed his love for Ygritte, he subconsciously stripped Ygritte of his wild man identity...

Watching Snow fall silent.

Lynn pointed out the problem for him.

"You don't have to think about it, she won't betray her freedfolk status and elope with you, but I'm curious if you'll abandon your Night's Watch status and accompany her to live a freedfolk life?"

Embarrassed and frightened, he stared at Lynn with the eyes of a god.

Lynn shrugged and said that Lao Tzu knew everything, and there was nothing strange about it.

"Jon Snow, now I'll ask you one last time, if you're still a night watchman at heart, tell me where your team is going, and where is the army of the kings of the Outer Fortress?"

He was silent again, and he turned his head to look at Ygritte, who was staring at him not far away, and at Tormond, the captain of the savages who valued him, and his gaze wandered.

Lynn understood everything, and reached out and patted Snow on the shoulder.

The Night's Watch is abstinent from marriage, children, or love, but it is difficult for him to betray the Night's Watch and follow the Wildling, and break his oath to join the Night's Watch.

Lynn came to the campfire, brought a heavy baggage package under his buttocks, and sat under a giant tree next to the campfire.

Han Niu and the soldiers dragged a few captive savages to the bonfire, and then without hesitation, they used the giant axes in their hands to grasp the handles, and taught these few savages who did not understand etiquette how to greet the nobles.

The heavy iron rod struck on the calves, and several of them were pressed to their heads by the soldiers and knelt down.

Ygritte also knelt down, glared at the bull who had knocked her leg with an unceremonious expression, and then looked at Jon Snow with his back to him.

Lynn took the ale that had been warmed over the campfire from the thin monkey's hand, looked at the savages and said, "Tell me where you came from and where you are going." ”

The leader of the Savage squad was a reddish-brown-haired lion-headed man, wearing a heavy gold hoop carved with runes on his arm and wearing a black ring armor.

He looked at Lynn, who was sipping warm wine with a pleasant face.

"I'm a subordinate of Tormund, the king of the Outer Fortresses, and my squad is just wandering around, and your soldiers have attacked us and killed one of my men, and that's how it happened. ”

The notorious Savage King Mance couldn't intimidate Lynn, "Oh, Tormond, you claim to be Mance's subordinate, but I've received information that he's gathering an army of savages, why are you here near the Wall?"

Tormund slowly raised his head, his forehead illuminated by the light of the fire, "It's easy, because we're going to climb over the ......"

He stared at Lynn tightly, and the rope that bound his hands as he spoke, he quietly cut it with a skinning knife hidden in his cuffs, and when his hands were free, he suddenly pounced on Lynn, who was six or seven paces away.

Tormond was tall and thin, and he came to Lynn in one swoop.

Seeing that his thick beard and the corners of his mouth were slightly grinning, he almost wanted to hold Lynn hostage, but a delicate crossbow with a dazzling silver light was carved against his shiny forehead.

Lynn held a repeating swallow-winged crossbow modified from a crossbow, looked at Tormond in front of him, and sneered.

The murderous intent in his eyes is revealed.

As long as Tormund dared to make a little more move, he would not hesitate to pull the trigger and send this savage man who dared to fight back in a desperate situation to return to the west.

Tormond's Adam's apple froze, and looking at the evil smile on Lynn's face, he felt that his whole body was seen through, and his little caution had already been understood by the white-faced nobleman in the north in front of him.

Old Lynn was there, and cold sweat began to roll down Tormond's forehead.

To retreat is to be a coward, and a savage does not allow a coward, this is what he has been teaching his parents since he was a child, and he has also educated his four children.

Still, life and death were at the thought, and Tormund still hesitated.

He didn't move, but the bull made his choice, and the heavy iron pestle of the axe slammed into Tormond's abdomen, knocking him flying.

Tormund rolled to the ground, reaching out to cover his painful abdomen, trying to suppress his heavy wheezing, a nerve in the back of his head seemed to tense to the limit, and even his temples faintly grazed with pinprick pain.

Several of Lynn's attendants began to beat the reckless savage, and after his bones were completely softened, he dragged him to Lynn again like a wild dog.

"You're a great fighter, but it's a pity you're not very good at using your brain, and given your behavior, you've lost the value of answering torture. ”

Lynn looked at Tormond, who was lying on the ground in front of him with a scarred face, and announced slowly, then raised his swallow-winged crossbow to his head.

"Wait a minute, I'll tell you what you want to know. ”

"Coward!" Ygritte's angry voice was aimed at the embarrassed man who spoke, and he gritted his teeth: "You swore that you were no longer a crow, you swore that you were one of the wildlings, and that you would never tell the Mance traces, and that we would win this war." ”

"Ygritte," said Egritte, "Mans cannot win this war. ”

"He can!" "You don't understand anything, Jon Snow," she insisted. You've never seen freedmen fight!"

"What does it look like for the freedmen to fight, like heroes or demons, do you think you savages can fight the armies of this nobleman?

With reckless courage, you fought for glory. You are brave, but war requires discipline and good weapons, without which you will achieve nothing. Mance will eventually fail like the former king of Cyprus, and when he fails, you will die! I don't want to see you die, Ygritte!"

Awrit strode forward and roared at Ygritte, who was struggling to her feet.

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