"Night watchman!

In the cold wind and snow, Boris raised his sword and shouted.

However, no one responded to him, surrounded by the guards of the Great Wall who were almost powerless to resist, and the rangers who had fled in the desert. Under the wild roar and slaughter of the beastmen, even the bravest warriors lost their courage.

A young Night's Watch warrior raised his sword and tried to resist, but the next second he was slashed by the Beastman's machete, and half of his arm flew into the air with blood gushing. Fell at the feet of Boris.

There was no choice, Boris knew that at the moment, the morale of the night watch team had collapsed, and in front of him, there were only two paths to choose. Or, relying on their excellent physical fitness and skillful combat skills, they will fight their way out of the encirclement, but the consequence of this is that a whole army will die a tragic death here, and the possibility of escaping the pursuit of the beastmen is also very small. Without horses, the speed of humans could not escape the slaughter of these beasts.

The second option is to kill the past, find the leader of the beastmen, and behead him. In this way, the entire Beastman army can be intimidated. Almost without hesitation, Boris chose the second path. People will eventually die, and it is better to live with pain than to die heartily.

Grabbing the abandoned Night's Watch axe on the ground, Boris calmly attacked, and in the cold wind, the small figure rushed left and right in the herd...... A sword pierced into the heart of the Badhorn Beast, and before it could draw its long sword, its body flipped over, and an axe slashed through the skull of the other beastman. Trampling on the corpse, he drew his iron sword, dodged the impact of one of the beastmen, and used the battle axe as a throwing weapon, slashing the beastman in the back.

Without a single frontal block, all by dodging, Boris roared and slashed through the herd. Blood poured down his face, staining his fair face red and black. The air was filled with the smell of blood.

At this moment, he forgot his identity, forgot his beloved Dennis who was far away in the sky, forgot the Great Wall fortress Blackcrow, forgot glory and responsibility. At this moment, he is a war maniac, a butcher. Slaughter after slaughter only made him more bloodthirsty, and wild power rose in his body.

A beastman rushed in in a daze, and Boris grabbed his neck with a long sword like a chicken, slitting the beastman's throat. Another beastman rushed up with a wooden stick, but was backhanded by Boris and cut off his head.

The corpses of the beastmen grew at his feet, and at last, a tall figure in the herd caught Boris's attention.

The burly bighorn roared and made an unusually thick sound, and around him, there were low-level horned beasts that kept coming up.

There was not a single provocation, not a roar, Boris was like this, a cold attack, he was like a cold-blooded killer, he attacked flexibly, swam, and killed a bloody path in the herd.

Finally, the two leaders rushed head-on.

Boris dodged the Great Horned Beast's heavy axe sideways, and with a nimble dodge, he appeared behind the Great Horned Beast's side, and the cold-blooded sword stabbed directly into the Great Horned Beast's unarmored calf.

The bighorn roared in anger and turned to slash with his backhand. But it slashed the air again, and the blood-stained tomahawk drew a terrifying arc in the air, and blood splattered on the tomahawk, but it was not Boris's blood.

Moments before the tomahawk slashed, Boris dodged in a small jump.

The leader of the beastmen didn't give the human warrior a moment's time, and then roared and pounced. The tomahawk blew a whirlwind of death and swept over Boris's head, but it still failed to hit Boris by half a point.

Grabbing the bighorn to attack with all his might, the time when the tomahawk didn't have time to retract, Boris calmly attacked, leaned under the bighorn, aimed his long sword at the armpit of the beast without armor, and stabbed it cruelly.

This sword sliced through the muscles and veins of the Great Horned Beast's arm. The pain was so intense that the left arm of the bighorn leader was incapacitated, and blood flowed. However, a single sword is not enough to kill.

In a fit of rage, the leader of the beastmen whirled and smashed with his jagged tomahawk. Heavy tomahawks whirred in the air.

Boris rolled again to dodge, and the tomahawk left deep slash marks on the mud. However, apart from the abrasions on his arm, Boris remains in good health. Without waiting for the bighorn to recover, Boris struck again. The cold wind ruffled his hair, and in front of the burly bighorn, Boris was small, but nimble. He was erratic, allowing the Bighorn to swoop every time he attacked, but he gave his opponent a cold stab when the Bighorn was negligent in his defense.

Like bloodletting, Boris, who regarded death as if he were at home, left dozens of cuts on the leader of the beastmen.

Each sword could not kill the burly beast, but dozens of swords combined were enough to make him fall in a pool of blood.

More beastmen pounced, and Boris stepped on the backs of the bighorns, cut off the huge head, took the bloody head in his hands, and roared wildly. The inferior beasts that had just rushed in front of them were suddenly shocked by this terrifying image.

With his head in one hand and his tomahawk in the other, suddenly, Boris rushed out with a roar. The beastmen who were about to attack him were frightened and fled.

Some of the badhorns who didn't have time to escape were slaughtered by the red-eyed Boris under him, his hands falling with knives, and their heads separated from the beastmen.

Whoop......

He heard the miserable howls of wild dogs, and heard the sound of weapons falling, the sound of beastmen fleeing in the wilderness. Behind him, the faint moans of the remaining brothers of the Night's Watch.

Boris stood in place, panting, and he glanced at his body, which was covered in blood, and his hands were also stained with the filthy blood of the beastmen. The blade of the battle axe was stained with white, red, and green liquid...... It was the minced entrails of the enemy, mixed with blood......

The killing stopped, but the annoying things in his mind invaded again, and he thought of Dennis again, of his father, and of his comrades who were still waiting for his return on the Wall.

All this is his real nightmare......

In the snowstorm of dawn, Boris stopped and breathed in the icy Northland air. Finally, he made a decision that surprised everyone-

"Brothers, take the wounded with you, and retreat to the Great Wall. I'm going to destroy the Ten Thousand Demon Rocks. ”

His voice was so calm, so calm that it was intimidating.

"Wait, Boris, how are you going? You're going alone?"

The fat man asked in surprise.

"Well, myself. ”

Boris returned coldly. After saying that, he tore off a rag, wrapped the wound on his hand, and walked step by step to the depths of the forest. The survivors of the Night's Watch who left them in a daze.