The cold wind and snowflakes rushed in his face, leaving scars on Boris's face like a knife. In his twenties, he looks like a middle-aged man in his forties.

He wrapped his cloak tightly and ordered everyone to stop and camp in place. A couple of rangers with two dozen men began to cut down trees around the area to use as materials for fires at night. Some warriors were responsible for digging trenches and setting traps to protect them from wild beasts and other creatures at night.

Others began to dig manure pits, a rule laid down by the High Lord Rod, and Kislev's army had to dig manure pits and keep the camp dry and hygienic wherever they went. The Great Wall guards followed the rules. Even in the deserted wilderness.

"It's so cold......"

Looking at the snowflakes slowly fluttering in the sky, Boris felt a chill to the bone. He stretched his hands towards the campfire to get enough heat.

The soldiers in charge of cutting the timber have returned, bringing with them enough timber. Some were used to make fires, while others were sharpened and used as sharp stakes to bury in traps.

The temperature of the flame made Boris feel a little warm. Since militarily cannot drink alcohol, they did not carry any vodka. When you are bored, you can only get by bragging and chatting.

It's just that, at this moment, Boris has no time to blend into them. He sat by the fire, staring at the fire that burned in the snow. Dennis's face loomed in the flames.

yes, how long has it been since I've seen her?

I heard that she had become the queen, and that order had been restored in Kislev, and that the Great Lord Rhodes was stationed in the city of Kislev to help the queen with all kinds of government affairs, and I heard that ......

Yes, he can only hear. He cared about what was happening in the distance, but he couldn't get any definite news. A lot of information has passed for several weeks by the time it reaches the Great Wall.

Boris is just nostalgic, he misses the old days, he misses the days when he lingered in the palace with Dennis. And those times, after all, are long, long years in the past. He also remembered Dennis's looks, remembered her voice, remembered her character, remembered everything about her. But she ...... It seems that he has forgotten him, forgotten on the edge of this world. Let it rot.

How I miss you...... Dennis......

Boris called out the name of his sweetheart at night, but, except for the endless sound of the wind, there was no response. He thought, he was truly forgotten in the dark places at the edge of the world.

Missing Dennis is the only motivation for him to live, however, the growth of a lover makes this hope of waiting even more and more diminishing. She is already a queen, and she is still an exile. She could have picked herself up, but she didn't...... Boris didn't know what Dennis was thinking, but the reality was that he still had to serve at the Wall.

Suddenly, Boris remembered that when he was young, he heard that the great lord Rhodes was heading north, and he was eager to try. Now, he has really gone north, but he has stopped forever in this windy, snowy and cold place.

Loss has made Boris even more numb, as he used to be afraid of death, but now he wants only one death. The pain of losing his lover is too much for him to bear, and only death is the only relief.

This is also the reason why Boris always rushes to the front line every time there is a war. He wears light armor and fights bravely, even in the midst of the beastmen. Many thought that the young officer was courageous, but they did not know that he was tormented in his heart.

Sometimes, Boris feels like a butcher among the dwarves, not afraid of death, and even pursues it. However, when you think about it, you are much worse than those dwarven butchers. The dwarven butchers at least seek a glorious death, a meaningful death. And what he pursues is nothing more than a simple death, even if it is meaningless and glorious, and he can die at the hands of a nobody. This made Boris rebuke himself even more.

Father, the mentor didn't know how he would feel when he saw him like this? He forced himself not to think about it, wrapped his cloak tightly, and fell asleep calmly.

......

In the middle of the night, Boris was awakened from his sleep by the low roar of a beast. As soon as he was about to get up, he saw a heavy black shadow not far away, and a huge shadow enveloped the entire camp like a giant beast. Not only Boris himself, but many Night Watch warriors and rangers were awakened at the same time. They drew their weapons, but before they could resist, they were knocked down and crushed by the huge figure.

Roar Roar Roar ......

A low roar, a wild roar, and the sound of a clumsy weapon tearing flesh, it was clear that the beastmen were coming!

Fortunately, many traps were laid before camping, so that the beastmen troops did not flatten the entire camp in an instant. Many of the Bad Horns fell in their way. The half-man-high trench was buried with sharp stakes, enough to stab any beast that stumbled.

But there were still quite a few beastmen who rushed into the camp with the corpses of their own kind and slaughtered them everywhere. A mere 100-strong Night's Watch force was obviously so powerless under the assault of hundreds of beastmen.

Boris was just about to go on horseback and lead his troops to break through. Straight ahead, a minotaur with a gavel in hand rushed up. Under the force of rage, the war horse was instantly smashed in the head, and the flesh and blood fell in a blur.

Boris could only bite the bullet, he had no choice. Of course, he was not afraid of the darkness. The Minotaur hammered the horse to death and then grabbed the Night's Watch warrior, holding the human warrior in his palm like a child, and with one force, broke his cervical vertebrae......

There was a crack of crackling bones, and the Night's Watch slipped lifelessly from the Minotaur's grasp. Boris knew, the man was dead. It's the same as breaking your neck, there is no chance of survival.

Anger, which drove Boris to lunge at the Minotaur.

He roared and rushed forward, and the minotaur had apparently noticed the deadly human. It roared and picked up the mallet and slammed its hammer into Boris. However, the human warrior was so agile that Boris slammed his body down the moment the mallet swung at him, and used the inertia of the charge to glide forward, his sharp iron sword stabbing through the thick thighs of the minotaur. Blood spilled quickly down the wound.

The wounded minotaur warrior roared in rage, picked up a huge mallet, and limped down on the tiny human soldier on the ground. However, it didn't know that what he was fighting against was not an ordinary human soldier in the first place. Years of actual combat experience have made Boris fearless in the face of crushing beasts, and his desire to seek death makes him extremely brave. As the minotaur swung the mallet again, Boris rolled over, dodging the heavy mallet attack, and stabbed his sword into the minotaur's soft abdomen as he got up.

When the sword was drawn, the minotaur's intestines and blood were already pouring out.

The beast clutched its wounds and roared in pain. But Boris did not give it a moment of respite, he held the sword in one hand, and with great agility, jumped on the back of the minotaur, and while the other man struggled and roared, he held the tauren's horn with one hand, and slit its throat with the other hand.

Filthy blood gushed out, and Boris jumped to the other side moments before he fell to the ground. As he looked at his loot triumphantly, more Beastmen roared around him. More and more beastmen broke through the trap and rushed in from all directions. There were no walls, no artillery, and fear and despair spread rapidly through the crowd......