Commander-in-Chief Jao Mormont, whom the Old Rangers prefer to call Elder Bear.

As the last of the Rangers to remain, they didn't retreat quickly.

Mance Red's legion and more than 50,000 civilians have safely crossed the Ancestral Fist Peak, and most of them are walking in the Ghost Forest, fleeing for their lives day and night towards the Great Wall.

The old, weak, sick, and large numbers of livestock of the freedmen were almost all killed in several raids by the Wraiths, and tens of thousands of people and countless livestock fell to the Wraiths' butcher's knives.

The tens of thousands who fled for their lives were left with warriors and physically stronger people.

Commander-in-Chief Mormont, who heard the news, personally led a group of old rangers in the Ruhe Gorge.

They were all cavalry, and one carried two horses to facilitate the transfer.

In the valley of the Ruhe River in the Seon Mountains, a white mist suddenly floated, but in a blink of an eye, the white mist began to thicken, and the cold wind of the call sign came from a sharp whistling sound in the distance, like the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air.

"Old Xiong, they're coming. A ranger's voice was full of nervousness and unease.

"They're coming, they're coming!" repeated the raven on the old bear's shoulder. It looked restless, jumping from one shoulder to the other.

Old Xiong is very calm!

His gray eyes were not a little panicked, and his subordinates saw Xiong Lao's calm expression, and their nervousness and panic were contained.

Bear is waiting!

It wasn't long before a thick fog covered the canyon, and the area of vision was rapidly shrinking.

"Old Xiong, let's retreat quickly. The Rangers proposed.

Although it was still early in the afternoon, the canyon seemed to be late afternoon because of the thick fog.

"Wait a little longer. Xiong Lao said.

In the thick fog, the war horse began to kick restlessly, far and near, something was squirming.

The heavens and the earth are darker.

"Bunyan Stark, they'll find us, Elder Bear, get out. "The brothers proposed again.

In the thick fog between heaven and earth, something unsettling is always approaching.

Old Xiong swished and drew his long sword: "Okay, let's retreat." - Be careful, everyone. ”

Boom!

The sound of countless swords unsheathed.

Elder Xiong and Bunyan Stark, the ghost knight who went to investigate, made an appointment to meet here, but the fog grew thicker and thicker, and the light between heaven and earth seemed to be swallowed up by the thick fog.

The feeling of the early arrival of the night made Xiong Lao very uneasy in his heart, but no one could see this.

In the distant woods, the sound of the howling wind was getting closer.

The raven on Mo Lao's shoulder was already trembling: "Retreat, retreat, retreat!"

The group of three hundred rangers quickly retreated, and it didn't take long for them to barely see the brothers in front of them.

"Light the torch and speed up. Elder Xiong ordered.

He smelled something unusual in the air, but his voice was still calm and powerful.

In the air, the emotion of fear spreads invisibly, and the bear is always the needle of the sea.

So the torches were lit, and in the daytime, in the thick fog, the light of the burning torches could not pierce the envelope of the thick fog, and each torch seemed to be a white light.

The sound of horses' hooves, and the sound of six hundred horses galloping on the solid ice of the river gave the brothers spiritual support.

The old horses know the way, and they are not worried that the war horses will not find their way back in the thick fog.

A black shadow suddenly flew in front of the Ranger brothers, who were running in front, and he was startled, but before he could react, the horse was already neighing in fright, and the man stood up.

Burst!

The shadow struck the Ranger brother in the head like lightning, and he flew out without screaming, the torch in his hand spun out and struck the brother in the back in the face in the thick fog.

Ahhh

The Ranger brother at the front was killed instantly, his smashed head was a blur of flesh and blood, and he fell to the ice.

Poof!

Two heavy, blunt axes struck the stomach of the standing horse, and the horse's dying screams resounded through the canyon.

The canyon was already very silent, and the sound of horses' hooves made the silence even more profound.

The screams of horses and men made the silence even more terrifying, as if a knife had fallen from a knife hanging overhead.

"Strange ghosts are coming, strange ghosts are coming!" one of the brothers shouted.

The clanging of swords rang out suddenly, dense as a raging storm, and there were incessant screams and the mournful screams of war horses mixed with the sounds of battle.

Elder Xiong's voice was still as calm as a mountain, and his voice pierced through the thick fog and the mixed sounds of battle: "They are afraid of fire, they are afraid of obsidian, and they attack with fire, with obsidian daggers and obsidian arrows. ”

After dozens of brothers fell, scorching stench and black smoke rose in the air, the fog thinned, and black ghouls were burned everywhere lying on the ice.

Boss Xiong shouted the order and ordered the team to retreat quickly.

It was a small group of about a hundred ghouls, who had taken advantage of the fog to get to the front of the old bear's group.

Ghouls do not have this intelligence, and they are able to outflank because this team of unravels is under the control of intelligent ghouls.

Some of the brothers who fell in a pool of blood begged to take them with them, and Elder Xiong and his guards jumped off their horses with expressionless faces, slashed their throats with their swords, and then ignited their black cloaks with torches.

If you don't burn the brothers, they'll become one of the ghouls.

Most of the brothers galloped away, and Elder Xiong and a dozen of his guards remained at the end, who were responsible for killing each of the seriously wounded brothers and burning them.

It was snowing, at first it was just a little, but in the blink of an eye, the snowflakes fluttered, and instantly filled the entire sky. The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the snowflakes soon covered the ice.

Old Xiong was shocked in his heart, and immediately got on his horse and shouted, "Hurry up!"

More than a dozen people immediately beat their horses and galloped.

On the mountain range of the canyon, there were three strange ghosts dressed in transparent frost, blue eyes, the faces of the human race under the frost were clearly visible, the skin was full of old wrinkles, through the transparent frost, it looked like these strange ghosts were wrapped in transparent ice The old people.

Their hair is also solidified in ice cubes that take on different colors.

The leader of the strange spirits stretched out his hands to the sky, and the wind began to rise in the snow and ice, and the thick fog gradually dissipated.

On the banks on both sides of the Ruhe River, in the woods, on the hillside, some ice and snow began to rise, like a small bag bulging out, these ice and snow bags swelled more and more, and finally broke open, and out of it came out of the carrion corpses, these carrion corpses were human races, there were wild beasts, there were broken legs, missing hands and shoulders, they broke through the ground, and began to come together in twos and threes, forming a team.

In the ice and snow, at the mouth of the Ruhe Valley, Xiong Lao's small team of more than a dozen people is like a few small black ants crawling.

The strange ghosts on the top of the mountain let out a strange roar, and the carrion corpses on both sides of the Ruhe River began to gather, the Terrans, the Icewolf, the White Bear and the Shadow Lynx, and the ghouls entered the Ice Road of the Ruhe River, layer by layer, blocking the path that the bear elder and they had to pass.