The second strange came out of the shadows behind the tree, almost identical to the previous one—just as he had been face blind to some Europeans and Americans before the crossing, and Iger couldn't tell the difference between them, followed by a third, then a fourth...... The traverser's heart sank swiftly to the valley, and when the fifth pale figure entered the corner of his eye, the man's blood seemed to freeze: there was something wrong, shouldn't there be only one!

Wait, there may be only one one person who killed Weimar, but there are a few who appeared, and he really doesn't have this impression!

I didn't have time to think about whether the progress of the story of the world I traveled to deviated from the plot or whether my memory was wrong, and now there was a more urgent choice in front of the traveler. If it was just one or two strange ghosts, he could rely on the existence of the dragon crystal dagger to summon up the courage to fight, but now the number of enemies far exceeds his own - the dragon crystal dagger may indeed be able to kill the strange ghosts, but the holder has no supernatural body martial arts, holding a glass dagger to kill all the magic monsters that appear in all directions?

(Is it when the hero then collapses in the nameless hollow of the Ghost Forest for a few seconds and is resurrected by the Wraith as part of an army of the dead, or is it ...... ）

The thought in his heart turned for less than half a second, Iger made a choice, he stopped rushing towards Weimar, turned his head and galloped without hesitation, out of morality and to make himself feel better, but also to warn Gary who was watching the horse not far away, he yelled at the moment he turned around: "Don't get on, run!"

"Coward!" the young nobleman's roar mixed with the whistling of the sword breaking through the air sounded behind the traverser, Royce had already gotten too close to the strange comer in front of him, there was no time, no room and no intention to turn and flee, the steel forged sword and the translucent weapon in the hands of the stranger struck at it, but instead of shattering it as Weimar had imagined, it emitted a high, thin, high-pitched sound close to the upper limit of human hearing frequencies, like the painful wails of animals.

The rest of the wraiths did not intervene, they stood by and watched, not worrying about the outcome of the battle. One of them looked at Egger's running back and said something in a shrill voice like a fingernail scratching a blackboard, while the other nodded slightly, and chased after the fleeer with a weapon in his hand.

......

Behind him, the sharp clatter of cracking glass resounded again and again, echoing through the dense forest, startling the crows, and in a few seconds, Royce's roar of "Long live King Robert" turned into a crisp explosion like a broken bottle and can, followed by the screams of the young nobleman.

Iger didn't look back, but quickened his pace.

The pulsation of blood pounded the eardrum and soul in his ear, making it difficult for him to hear the outside world. He had never been so close to death, either before or after the crossing - the monsters behind him were more terrifying than the most murderous murderers or terrorists, their only purpose was to kill themselves and use their corpses to grow their army of the dead, a battle between ice and fire, life and death for dominance in the world, with no room for turnaround and no death.

The soft armor he wears, the animal fur he wears, and the steel sword in his hand...... Everything outside of his body seemed so heavy in the madness of the outrage that Egg almost forced himself to resist the urge to throw away his weapon. Running away to survive is still a little different from running around in complete fear.

The exhaustion of running as hard as he could made his brain slightly starved of oxygen, and the screams of the young nobleman echoed through the forest in the middle of the night, mixed with the sound of Egger's own heartbeat and breathing, making him feel that everything around him was blurred, and that he was having a nightmare again?

There was a layer of snow on the ground, and under the snow there were puddles and rocks...... When he came, he could carefully grope his way forward, but now how could he run for his life? In a drowsy state, he stepped on a round stone under his feet, and his body suddenly lost its balance. The earth was rapidly enlarged in Egger's eyes, and he fell into an ugly dog eating, and his face hit the roots and branches of the tree in the snow, and it hurt fiercely.

In an instant, everything in the past reappeared in front of me like a slideshow, from the frolicking of memory...... When I went to school, graduated, joined a job, found a girlfriend, and prepared to start my own family, at this moment, I traveled to this damn world, and happened to follow Weima Royce on patrol with the broom star, and I actually fell at this moment of life and death, everything ...... Is it destined that today is your own death?

After becoming a time-traveler night watchman, maybe he will become the first time-traveler ghoul again......?

"Boom!" a loud bang pulled him back from his memory, and in his mind he had roughly recalled his life, but in reality, his face only hit the ground for a second, and the snow made him fall, but it also cushioned the impact of his collision with the ground, although his face hurt, but the whole was not bad.

Feeling that he could still be saved, Egg struggled to his feet, and immediately found the source of the loud noise—in a straight pine tree directly in the direction of his escape, there was an ice sword surrounded by a faint blue light, which looked strange and terrifying against the white moonlight. The force with which it plunged into the pine tree was so great that a half-metre-long section had been buried deep into the trunk.

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(If he hadn't fallen that moment, he would have been pinned to the trunk of a tree by this beautiful translucent magic weapon.) ）

One moment Egger was still dead to this misstep, but the next moment he felt more fortunate than ever. Thank you to the old gods, thank you to the seven, thank you to the Lord of Light, the god of a thousand faces, or whatever mess up you have...... He swore that if he could return to the Great Wall alive, he would donate a magnificent statue to every god in Westeros and the entire world of ice and fire when he was developed.

But now, he had to seize the chance of survival that this lucky fall brings. Egger scrambled to his feet, and finally couldn't help but glance behind him, Royce's screaming had stopped, and a gray figure stood quietly on the small dirt slope that Will had taken him over a few minutes earlier, muttering something in a seeming shrill tone, as if cursing something for not hitting the target with his perfect sword.

Once upon a time, he was also amused by the ghost animal video made by netizens that used the explanation and dubbing of the javelin competition on the CCTV Sports Channel to mess into the clip of "The Strange Ghost Shoots the Fire Dragon Viserion with an Ice Spear", who would have thought that the world is unpredictable, he also enjoyed this luxurious attack method enough to slay the dragon today, should he feel honored or ironic?

The moon still hung quietly on the dark and deep sky, and Egger and the strange ghost who was chasing him not far away looked at each other, and his heart moved, and he suddenly realized: this chasing strange ghost...... There are no weapons at the moment.

The strange ghost on the other side threw himself with an ice sword instead of an ice spear, and Egg didn't know if he was the one who would attack and kill the white dragon Viserion in the future...... The traverser subconsciously picked up the steel sword and confronted it for a moment, but finally suppressed the feeling of "being able to fight back" - he didn't know if the strangers had other means, not to mention that even if they could kill this one, there were more strangers on the side of the earth slope who had freed up their hands after cooking Weimar Royce.

He valued his life more than the temptation of killing a stranger.

Glancing at the ice crystal sword stuck in the trunk of the tree beside him, and thinking that he didn't have the strength to pull it out, Egg stared at his opponent for another second, and after making sure that it would not cast a spell to turn into an ice spear to shoot itself out of thin air, he turned around and continued to flee in the direction where the four of them had led the horse.

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"What's going on?" Gary asked loudly when he saw Iger from afar, he heard Weimar's screams, he had untied the reins and mounted on his horse to get ready to escape, if Iger showed up a few seconds later, the veteran would have slipped away with four horses: "What about Weimar and Will?"

"Strange ghosts!" Iger ran to the tree where the horse was leading, pulled the reins of his horse, and climbed up hand and foot, "Run!"

"Stranger?" Gary widened his eyes and opened his mouth to look into the distance behind him, "Yes...... Chasing you that?"

Iger was stunned and turned his head to look back. In the dim dense forest, the figure of the strange ghost is actually difficult to recognize, but the moonlight reflected by the ice sword in its hand and the pair of eyes that shimmer with a faint blue light are too conspicuous...... The figure raised its arm again, and the blue light flashed.

"Get down!" Iger yelled the moment he realized something was wrong, and he fell dead on his horse's back.

The veteran did not hesitate to do so, which saved his life, and the ice sword flew against Gary's fur hat, and after headshot Will's horse, it was still full of strength, and slammed into the tree where Royce was leading the horse, and the splinter of the trunk flew sideways with a loud bang, and the snow on the canopy slid down with a shaking, and slammed down on the two night watchmen and the four horses.

What kind of power is this?

The dead horse fell to the ground, and the remaining three horses were frightened and screamed, and Gary rode the front hooves high and almost lifted him off, and the veteran tried to get through the crisis by holding the horse by the neck, but the horse that was holding Weimar in his hand broke free and ran away without a trace. The two of them were embarrassed and frightened, and they didn't have the heart to shake off the snow on their bodies, and they didn't intend to chase back the frightened horse, so they kicked the horse in the belly and fled south without looking back.

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