The Weeper threw several of the corpses of the Free Folk warriors into the trench to put their feet on it, and as soon as he crossed the deep trench, Will appeared in front of him with eight guards.

Eight Ember Guards.

"Lay down your arms and surrender. Will said lightly.

The Weeper is notorious for taking pleasure in gouging out people's eyes, and Will has no intention of letting him go.

When he plundered, he gouged out the eyes of all the women who could not be taken away, and he liked to see other people's bloody tears.

This is an extremely cruel guy.

The scythe in his hand had a wooden handle, and the entire weapon was nearly six feet long.

Will and his guards blocked the Weepers' path.

Nine against one.

The four women and four men on the Weeper's side had all been scattered in the scuffle, and none of them followed him.

Jingle Shirt's team has all crouched on the ground and surrendered, and Tyron Ash leads the Ash warriors to be unstoppable, and Clank Shirt is knocked unconscious by Tyron Ash with a punch before the official battle begins. Firekiss Ygritte's redhead didn't bring her luck this time around, as she was also defeated by the Ash Warriors after she shot down three people.

After seeing the bloody combat power of Tyron Ash slicing people in two with each sword, the fighting spirit of the Clankler's team quickly collapsed.

In the choice between death and surrender, the team chose to surrender.

After the bloody forced landing of Tyren Ash's legion on the Clanklers, the Ash Warriors and the veteran team led by Sauron surrounded the Weeping Legion, and when the first Savage Warrior dropped his weapon and crouched, it was like a plague, and one after another Savage Warrior dropped his weapon, crouched down in place, and surrendered.

There is only one exception, and that person is the weeper.

The Weepers were unable to break out head-on, and the scattered procession, surrounded by the disciplined Night's Watch Veterans and Ash Legions, was like a fragile sheet of tissue paper, and the whole team quickly lost its resistance and was cut into several pieces and surrounded.

The savage warriors suddenly realized that they were surrounded on all sides by enemies lined up in formation.

Except to surrender, they have no choice but to die. You can't even die with the enemy.

The rangers' shield men and spearmen cooperated, squeezing on all sides, and every time the spears struck, the savage warriors were bound to fall.

The Hound also removed the round shield from his back and wore it on his left arm, and the formation battle was something that the savage warriors had not experienced. They still have a lot of military skills to learn in positional warfare and queue warfare.

The Weeper threw the corpse of his warrior into the trench, spread it on top of the trench's spikes, and built a human bridge, but when he climbed up the trench, Will and eight guards were waiting for him.

"Weepers!" Will's deity was no stranger to the Weepers, an experienced Ranger veteran who knew all the famous wildling leaders of the Weeping Clank, and had fought them several times.

The scythe in the weeper's hand was horizontally in front of him, and he shouted, "Death to those who stand in my way!"

The Weeper often crossed the Great Wall to plunder the south, and he spoke both the northern and continental languages.

Crossing the Great Wall can only be a small group of elites, like this time the savage tribe poured out, with cattle, sheep and livestock, pots and pans, men, women and children, it is impossible to cross the Great Wall by climbing over. You can only choose to break the goal head-on!

"Give you a chance. Will said, "If you outdo me, I'll let you and your people go!"

"Is what you said useful?"

"I'm Will!" Will said lightly.

"Good!" the weeper agreed.

His desperate heart burned with hope.

Will was not strong, his eyes were sharp, and on his shoulders were two small strange birds, and he had a long sword encrusted with gems at his waist, which was very valuable and valuable at first glance.

"If I win, I'll want your sword!" the weeper chuckled, like the voice of a night owl.

"Okay!"

The Weeper roared and lunged at Will, slashing at Will's shoulder and neck with a swing of his scythe.

Will moved at his feet, moving forward rather than backward, and instead of parrying or dodging the Weeper's scythe, he attacked head-on.

The Weeper's huge scythe was raised high, and Will was in front of the Weeper in a flash, and with a punch, it hit the Weeper's nose with a tooth-aching crunch, and the Weeper's nose bone shattered like a hammer.

With all his might, Will's iron gloves were not much different from the hammer, and the weeper's head tilted backwards as if it were about to be knocked out.

Iron gloves, a must-have for knights.

Will and the Night's Watch are not short of money right now!

The weeper's head roared like thunder, and his body fell back sharply.

Will stumbled under his feet, his shoulders jerked, his hands struggled forward, and the weeper flew out like a cloud, and with a bang, he slammed to the ground, and he slid through the snow, the huge scythe in his hand not out of his hand.

For those who are skilled in martial arts, even if they are knocked down, it is difficult to get rid of the weapon in their hands.

One of the things that Silio, a dance teacher, teaches Arya swordsmanship is to treat the sword as his own hand, because in a fight, if he rolls to the ground or is knocked away, his hand will not fall.

The weeper was dizzy, suffocated by the pain of a shattered nasal bone, and choked on nosebleeds, making it difficult for him to breathe. By the time he got up, several swords had been pressed against his face, neck, and belly, and his huge scythe had been snatched away.

"I haven't lost yet!" the weeper spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Go to the camp, in front of our warriors!" Will said lightly.

He looked at the weeper as if he were looking at a dead man, and there was no emotion in his eyes, like the ice of the milk river!

The weeper is not afraid of death and laughs. Unfortunately, his nose bone shattered, and the more he laughed, the more it hurt, and the nosebleed flowed more happily, and in the end, the cryer's laughter became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a cough.

If he had a helmet and a mask, Will's fists wouldn't have been able to smash the bridge of his nose.

The Weepers had only broken armor.

*

The firelight reflected the grim faces of the savage warriors. Like rocks, like ice and snow, like ironwood.

All their weapons were taken from them, and those with leather and broken armor were stripped of them.

They stood in rows, forming a semicircle around a human wall. Behind them were bands of rangers lined up on horseback.

Opposite the savage warriors, there was also a semicircular wall of people, crowded with the men in black and their leader. They all had smiles on their faces, their expressions relaxed and relaxed, and they joked with each other, in stark contrast to the silence of the savage warriors on the other side.

In the middle of the circular human wall, two people stand: Will and the Weeper.

The weeper still carried the great and formidable scythe in his hand, and it was long, an inch long and an inch strong.

Just now, the Weeper had just raised his scythe when Will's punch shattered his nose.

Will had a long sword hanging from his waist, but he was still empty-handed, just wearing an iron glove made of chain mail.

It's a duel to the death!

The stakes were high, and in front of the warriors on both sides, Will and the Weeper swore that the Weeper would win and that he could take all his warriors with him;

Standing in the first circle of onlookers, the face of the bachelor shone in the light of the fire, as if it had been smeared with the lotion of an aristocratic lady.

Will told him privately that Will would win the Weeper, and then give the Weeper to him and ask him to gouge out the Weeper's eyes and replace them with the blind man's eyes.

This is a medical experiment that has always wanted to be done by a bachelor's degree, and the only pity is that there are very few opportunities for this kind of medical research.

No healthy person is willing to cooperate with this kind of research, and this is the difficulty of research.

Of course, once the Weeper is in Cobain's hands, there is more to the living organ available than just a pair of eyes.

*

Of all the spectators, Bachelor Koburn looked calm. - In fact, he was so excited that his whole body trembled slightly. It was only with Lord Will that his research on living medicine, which was strictly forbidden by the Old Town Star Sanctuary, could be carried forward.

Cobain predicts that his happy spring is coming: wild people, giants, children of the forest, strangers and ghouls are all subjects he deeply hopes to study. Even if there are only corpses, it's good!

And this happy time will begin with the first live study of savages - he is grateful to the Weeper and, of course, Lord Will.

*

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