"Stark, he said he was a Stark!" said a short woman.

A thin man with a gray beard jumped on the rock, looked around, and said, "There is no one nearby, and there are no horses." I reckon this Stark and his guards got separated, and he lost his horse. ”

The tall man with a bald head, sunken cheeks, and a long handle of a tomahawk walked over to Robb: "Boy, I don't care who you are, I want your sword, and your cloak, gloves, boots, everything. ”

"Lay down your weapon, I will spare you from death. Robb snapped.

"Hey, hey!" laughed bald Steve, "it seems that you are indeed a Stark, and you dare to order me at this time." ”

"I'll cut off his life, and put it in his mouth, and he'll be obedient. The short woman chuckled. Her face was full of freckles, her nose was sunken, her hair was burnt yellow, her eyes were grim, and she was running towards Robb from a high place with a short knife in her hand, and she had a crazy smile on her face.

Robb sank into his eyes and yelled, "Long live Winterfell!" and ran to Steve.

Steve swung his tomahawk in his hand, screaming, his wrist spinning the tomahawk, and the long-handled tomahawk flew twice above his head, slashing diagonally at Robb's neck with a huge force of inertia.

Robb, who rushed forward, lowered his head and flashed, and the two of them staggered and changed positions.

The two men turned at the same time, staring at each other.

Steve slashed at the axe again.

While!

Mars splash!

Robb parried with his sword and took two steps back.

Behind him, the dwarf woman pounced on her head, gritted her teeth, and stabbed Robb in the back with a short knife.

Robb's long sword spun around, separated the short knife, and kicked the short woman down. stepped forward and swung his sword, knocking the short knife in the woman's hand away.

"Lay down your arms and spare you from dying. Robb's sword was pointed at the woman's throat, and there was a foul smell on the woman's body, like the smell of rancid food in the gutter.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and Robb turned around and calmly faced Steve. He was well-trained, easy to block offensively and defensively, and didn't play killers.

Steve's axe is chopped off on the head. Robb dodged quickly, and suddenly his feet tightened, and the short woman who was kicked to the ground by Robb pounced on him and hugged his legs, making him unable to move anymore. She opened her mouth and bit Robb's leg, but it bit into the bouncy leather.

Steve's long axe is chopped off!

Robb's sword swung violently, the cold light flashed, and with a loud bang, Steve's long-handled axe broke, and the axe flew out diagonally, slashing into the snow with a pop.

Robb slashes Steve's long axe handle with a single sword.

Steve retreated in horror, Robb's sword swung down, and the howl pierced through the snowfield, and the hands of the female savages on the ground were cut off by the sword, and blood splattered. Robb raised his leg and kicked the screaming wild woman in the face, knocking her over, and the long sword fell, and in a flash of light, the woman's head was cut off.

The screams came to an abrupt end, and the previous echoes echoed in the cold wind.

Robb swirled around, full of murderous aura, and the blood-dripping sword was pointed at Steve, who held the half-truncated axe handle in his hand, and his face was like dirt.

"I warned you. Robb's voice was sharp, "I've also given you a chance to lay down your arms and live." ”

Steve hurriedly threw away the broken wooden handle in his hand and knelt down: "Lord Stark, spare your life." ”

Robb was indifferent: "I've already given you two chances. He flicked his sword and lunged at Steve. Steve yelled, got up and fled. Robb lunged forward, his sword stabbing through Steve's back, his chest protruding.

Steve jerked to his feet, his whole body stiffening.

Robb calmly drew his sword and flashed it to the side, Steve's blood splattered and staggered, trying to keep him on the run. He kicked and walked a few steps like a drunk, and could no longer hold on, and his knees went limp, and he fell to his knees.

Robb stepped forward, and the sword struck Steve's neck with a slam that sent Steve's head flying and blood splattering from his neck.

"I've given you two chances. Robb said coldly.

Steve's half-body fell to the snow.

Robb turned and looked up, and the remaining four wildlings were still in place, but behind them, on the left and right, one appeared on each side.

Will was behind the wildlings, cutting off the back of the wildlings. To the left of the Savage is Colin with Severed Palm, and on the right is Bunyan Stark.

When Robb fights Steve and the Savage, the three companions abandon him, silently take the other four Savages under control, and let them continue to watch the play.

Robb sheathed his sword, and he didn't understand when the other three guys had sneaked past. These three guys are elusive, as if by magic.

Robb walked up, his gaze sweeping over the wildling, and finally at Will's.

In this operation, Will is the commander, he is the main attacker, and Colin and Bunyan are the supporters, which is a deployment that has been agreed in advance.

"Lord Will, you're really calm!" he glared disapprovingly at Colin, who had pretended to stick an arrow in the ground, and at Bunyan Stark, who had taken refuge in a crevice in the rocks farther away to keep warm.

Will laughed: "Lord Robb, congratulations, you have won two battles." ”

Robb was indifferent and didn't let people see the embarrassment in his heart. These guys must have laughed at themselves in their hearts, the two people they killed were ordinary savages, not savage warriors. He didn't kill at first, and his swordsmanship was reserved until the short woman grabbed his legs and bit him hard.

Colin laughed, "Lord Robb, I thought at first there were savage warriors, and the arrows were for savage warriors. ”

Robb looked at Colin's right hand. Colin wears a glove on his right hand, and he has three severed fingers on his right hand. Could Colin with a broken finger be a sharpshooter? Robb was skeptical.

Uncle Bunyan glanced at Robb with a smile, and the approving look made Robb dispel the conjecture that these fellows despised him in their hearts.

Will said, "Hey, strange friend, what do you say? Go back if you want to go back, go back if you want to go with us, choose freely." ”

The four savages looked at Will in disbelief.

Will said, "Lord Robb Stark, the young lord of the North, has made it clear that the five-hundred-mile territory of the Night's Watch Legion of the Great Wall will give you a place, and the Night's Watch Legion will no longer be your enemy. We've got the news that winter is coming, the ghosts are resurrected, and the army of ghouls is coming on a large scale, and you are going south to avoid the ghosts, right?"

The four savages looked at each other.

"Those who are willing to cross the border must accept our unified management. Those who do not want to cross the border can go back now. Go back and tell your king, Mance Red, that the Night's Watch is willing to sit down with him. Between the Wraiths and you, we have chosen you as our fighting partners. Colin said. He took off his right glove and held up his severed hand, "I'm Severed Palm Colin." ”

There was a commotion among the four savages.

The severed hands of Colin's daimyo savages are like thunder.

"I am Bunyan Stark, the chief Ranger of the Night's Watch, and I will go back and tell your king that you and we are Terrans, and Aliens are not. Bunyan Stark said.

The four savages hesitated, not daring to believe it.

"What's your name. Will asked the tallest female savage with a sharp spear. The wild woman had been bowing slightly, nervous as a bow, ready for battle.

"Osha. ”

"Osha, what will you do?"

"I will pierce your neck with a spear. ”

"What about the other than fighting? If you sneak across the Great Wall this time, what can you do to survive? Will you be able to plant? Will you raise cattle and sheep in captivity, will you be able to fish? Or will you be able to sew and mend or something. Will said.

"I can hunt, I can keep livestock in captivity. ”

"Good. We will give you land, you only need to hand over one-fifth of what you produce to us, for example, if you raise five sheep, you must give us one, this is called property tax. In the five hundred miles of the Night's Watch legion, we collect taxes. If you can accept it, put down your spear, and come with us. ”

"Osha, the raven's words cannot be trusted. The thin savage said.