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The Sarne Mountains, the Valley of the Broken Intestines.

The Savage King Mans Rader's army was stationed here.

It is surrounded on all sides by high mountains and covered with snow, and in the middle is a valley through which a river passes, which is the upper reaches of the Ru River.

The camp is endless.

The camps that were waking up in the morning light were not one, but hundreds, each of which was very vulnerable. Scattered over more than a dozen miles, the camp appeared lengthy and unbloated, and there was no defense at all.

There were no pits, no sharpened stakes, no horse frames, just a few squads of scouts patrolling around. Teams, clans, and villages set up camp wherever they liked, regardless of anyone else. There is no distinction between the front army and the rear army, there is no strategy, there is no geographical advantage, this is the free people.

In the event of a surprise attack, many people here will have to pay with their lives for this freedom.

There were a lot of freemen, and camp tents were everywhere. Giants and mammoths, cannibals and hard-footed people, cavemen and snowmen, are outnumbered, but they don't work in concert with each other.

There is no discipline, no rules, a real loose sand.

Among the many individual tents, there was one tent that was several times the size of all the tents that could be seen. In the early morning light, the sound of music came from inside the tent, waking up the tents around it. Savages dressed in animal skins kept coming out of their tents and going to fetch water from the river not far away. Some men and women are convenient, and the tents are disorganized, and even if you run ten miles away, there are still tents, and there is nowhere to hide. The savages are used to it, too.

All of these tents are sewn from animal skins.

The material of this largest tent is different, made of pure white plush of snow bears. The top of the tent is surrounded by a circle of giant antlers, such a huge antler is very rare, and it is said that it was picked from the head of a giant moose that was unrestrained in the Seven Kingdoms during the time of the ancestors. The Savage King has been passed down from generation to generation, and the giant antlers have become the symbol of the Savage King.

This tent is the tent of the Savage King Mance Red.

Outside the curtain door of the tent stood two soldiers, armed with spears and round leather shields tied around their arms.

There was constant heat streaming through the tent curtains.

In this icy mountain valley, the temperature is extremely low, and the breath is ice, but the inside of the tent is warm, even a little hot.

At the four corners of the huge tent rested copper plates containing charcoal, which rested on black iron frames. The copper disc emitted a faint red glow, and black charcoal was burning inside for heating.

The floor is covered with a thick carpet of animal skins. Some carpets also have subtle patterns. The handmade carpets of the wild people are all very bright in color. By the brazier, a woman with a big belly stood, carefully grilling a string of chicks that turned golden brown and began to drip clear grease. The woman continued to turn the iron chisel in her hand to let the chicks grill evenly.

A gray-haired man in a ragged red-black cloak sat cross-legged on a pillow cushion, he was very tall and had long hair that was draped over his shoulders. He closed his eyes slightly, and sang while playing the harp:

The wives of the Dornites are as beautiful as the sun,

Her kisses are warmer than spring;

But the swords of the Dornites are made of black iron,

Their kisses are terrifying.

The wives of the Dornes sing when they bathe,

a tone as sweet as a peach;

But the sword of the Dornite has its own song,

Sharp and arrogant like a leech.

The woman who barbecued the chicken left the brazier with a skewer in her hand, and came to the man's side, the aroma of the chicken was fragrant, the woman put the chicken to the man's mouth, the man's gentle eyes glanced at his wife, and the woman smiled slightly: "If you don't eat it, I'll eat it first!" Her two rows of neat teeth are snow-white, as charming as beautiful jade.

The man continued to play and sing:

The wives of the Dornites are as beautiful as the sun,

Her kisses are warmer than spring;

But the swords of the Dornites are made of black iron,

Their kisses are terrifying.

This song had been sung in Winterfell for a long time in the North, and if Jon Snow had been here, he would have heard it many times at the dinner party welcoming King Robert in Winterfell, and would have felt familiar to the man who sang, for this man, the Savage King Mance Red, was the tall wandering singer who sang with King Robert when he came.

- The wives of the Dornites sing when they bathe,

a tone as sweet as a peach;

But the sword of the Dornite has its own song,

Sharp and arrogant like a leech.

The woman beside him seemed to be deaf to the singing, eating the roast chicken with relish, the hot fat flowing through her chin and into her snow-white and slender neck, while the man beside him looked at him with gentle eyes, singing joyful songs in his mouth, and his face was satisfied and happy.

Mance Rader's thick arms were heavy gold hoops carved with runes, and not far from his feet lay heavy black rings—the same ones worn by the Night's Watch Rangers—the Night's Watch armor. It is unknown which hapless Ranger was stripped of his armor after being killed by the wildling.

He fell to the ground, and the darkness echoed,

The taste of blood is tasted on the tongue.

His brother knelt down and prayed for him,

And he laughed and laughed and sang aloud:

"Brother, brother, my doom is coming,

The Dornites took my body,

It doesn't matter, mortals will eventually die,

But I have tasted the wives of many benefactors!"

On the carpet in front of the Savage King, there is a map made of animal skins, with some small characters written on it, and some arrows are drawn, looking at the pointing of the arrows, it is through the Ruhe River, over the Ancestors' Fist Peak, into the Ghost Shadow Forest, and directly to the middle of the Great Wall of Desperation - Black Castle.

There was a clanging outside the door, the curtain was lifted, and a diminutive fellow entered, wearing armor made up of loosely fastened bones, jingling as he walked, and he wore a broken giant's skull as a helmet, and his eyes looked through the hole in the giant's skull: "Mance, last night my men dug a dozen graves, and there is still nothing. ”

"Let your people not stop and keep digging. ”

"Is the information you got accurate? We've dug hundreds of graves along the way!"

"Keep digging. Mance said.

"Yes!" said Clankler.

He turned and walked away.

"There was news that the legions of the Night's Watch had gone out in a big way, and the cavalry had exceeded a thousand. The infantry has not yet appeared, and you go and call Tormund, Valamir, Marg, Oriel, Weepers, etc., all to me for a meeting. ”

Jingle Shirt chuckled, "Mance, when did the Ravens have a thousand-strong cavalry legion?" ”

"I command you to notify all the tribes to come to the meeting!" Mance cried out in a deep voice.

"Yes, Mance, my king!" said Jingle Shirt with a smile gone, respectfully.