Several peasants squatting in a corner suddenly rolled to the ground, their movements agile, only to see snowflakes flying, and sophisticated weapons appeared in their hands.

Bunyan Stark fell to the ground, and before he died, he subconsciously drew his sword, and the sword at his waist was pulled out a little, and he died of anger.

Several savage warriors disguised as peasants rushed to Bunyan's side, and were about to chop their swords indiscriminately, when suddenly there was a loud sound of horses' hooves on three sides, and when they turned around, the horses had charged, and a savage warrior with a fur hat was struck in the face with a sword, and the power of this sword was like a heavy axe, and it almost cut his face, and a terrible wound appeared on the face that had been frozen purple by frost, like a deep hole. When the head of the partner next to him flew up, the wound on the guy's face spurted black blood, and he was like a drunkard to shake up.

The tough guy's long sword is slashed out, and it is unstoppable.

The rat tough guy and the stinger charged on three sides, and in just a moment, they cut down all five savage warriors.

The tough guy rolled over and dismounted, shield in hand: "Watch the archers!" and he snatched it up and picked up Bunyan Stark. Rats and stingers are on guard on both sides, long swords and shields, and the crotch horses kick restlessly, and the bloody atmosphere is overwhelming.

"Lord Bunyan is dead. The tough guy's voice was as cold as ice.

Sou!

An arrow came, poof, and stuck at the feet of the tough guy.

On the towering trees around them, several longbowmen appeared.

This arrow is nothing but a warning.

"Raven, surrender!" a savage warrior's voice shouted.

In the woods, far and near, one after another heavily armed savages appeared, they rode war horses, and the people were very tall, different from the savages they usually saw. Some of these savages were still wearing very little clothing, no armor, and all their faces were painted with patterns that did not understand the meaning.

The three riders in front of them carried heavy axes and wore animal skin robes, and they came slowly without hurrying. The three of them swept their eyes, and more infantry began to appear, all longbowmen, all with bows and arrows.

"Cannibals. The rat shouted, "Tribal squad." ”

"Stinger, go back and report to Lord Mormont. The tough guy rolled over and kicked the spurs and charged forward, the rat following him closely.

Sou!

An arrow from the sentinel tree hits the rat in the back.

The rat rolls over and falls!

"Catch it alive!" shouted the cannibal leader.

The longbowmen lowered their bows and arrows.

The stinger hurriedly turned his horse's head, and with a roar, the pack horse and the accompanying air war horse neighed and fled wildly in the way they came.

There were also several figures on the left and right sides of the woods, some chasing, some shouting, and more archery to intercept the stinger.

However, they were all infantry, and they did not have horses. The number of people is also limited.

Wild warriors have very few horses, and cannibals have even fewer horses.

The Stinger Shield was already behind him, and he swung his sword in one hand, shooting down several arrows. He kept giving orders from his mouth, and the pack horse and the war horse charged together, unstoppable, and quickly rushed out of the encirclement.

The tough guy charged head-on, and the leader of the cannibals laughed, and he jumped off his horse, wielding a heavy axe lightly, and wanted to fight the tough guy on foot.

Savage warriors are better at horse foot fighting, and horses are more used for foot power. There were very few warriors who could fight on horseback, and they felt that they were not able to stand on the ground on horseback, and they could not use their full strength. This is the opposite of the Dothraki on the other side of the Narrow Sea.

The cannibal leader's face was covered with hideous patterns with white paint, and the heavy axe in his hand was very long, and he was also very tall, and the heavy axe was dexterously flipped in his hand, and you knew that his arm strength was amazing.

The tough guy immediately charged, leaned over, and slashed at the leader's face with a sword.

The speed of the sword combined with the speed of the horse is as fast as lightning.

Suddenly, he felt his body lighten, and the man flew into the air, and the trees and the sky spun rapidly in front of him.

The leader's long axe slashed horizontally, slashing the neck of the tough guy's horse first.

The war horse screamed, the forward rush was out of control, and the force of inertia threw the tough guy into the air.

This is also one of the reasons why savages like to fight on foot, low on the ground, and cut the horse's feet first. Their tactics are more confined to one-on-one combat. Thousand-man positional battles and legion formation battles, they haven't tasted it yet.

The leader of this cannibal squad is powerful and quick with a heavy axe, and he prefers to chop off the head and neck of the horse. His heavy axe is also long enough, twice as long as a tough guy's sword.

Boom!

The tough guy smashed to the ground, dizzy, and when he got up and stood still, in front of him was the leader of the heavy axe with a playful smile. And the head of his war horse has been cut off.

"Drop your sword, or I'll cut off your sword-holding hand. The leader laughed, his eyes shining.

Burst!

A small arrow flashed like a black shadow, like the sting of a poisonous bee, and hit the right eye of the leader.

The leader's whole body shook, his smile stiffened on his face, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Only a little bit of the tail of the small black arrow was exposed, and the shaft of the arrow was all inserted into the eye socket.

The tough guy didn't hesitate, stepped up, roared, and slashed down with a sword.

The cannibal leader's head flew out, blood gushing from his neck, his body still standing, his heavy battle axe in his hand.

Puff puff!

Small black arrows flew like shadows, and the savage warriors fell. The rest of the crowd was in an uproar, screaming again and again, and fled in the wilderness.

The tough guy looked up, and some green gnomes flew from tree to tree like monkeys, and the small fishbeam wooden bow and arrow in his hand were fired endlessly, one arrow was shot, and the second arrow was raised, which was extremely fast and dazzling.

"Son of the Forest?!" The tough guy shook his heart.

He had never seen such a fast way of archery, as if there was no break in between.

As if for a moment, the enemy disappeared without a trace.

If it weren't for the corpses and gore on the ground, the tough guy would have thought he was dreaming.

Several gnomes jumped from the tree, their bodies were dressed in bark and leaves, their hands and feet and their faces were green, I don't know if they were smeared with green paint or if they were born with green skin, their hair was also gray-green, and their eyes were pale green.

"Tough guy Solon, do you want to save your friend? The gnome leader snapped. His hands and feet are short, but his movements are very coordinated, and his body is very flexible.

Agile as a monkey!

The gnome leader speaks the lingua franca of Westeros. He actually knew the name of the tough guy Solon.

"How can I save it?" said Sauron, surprised and delighted.

"Pick them up on their horses and drive them back to the Sacred Wood Cave before their bodies are completely cool, and the Green Prophet will be able to save them. ”

A few gnomes moved like ants to elephants, and quickly moved Bunyan Stark in the distance, the long arrows trembling in his chest.

"How far is the Green Prophet from here?"

"A hundred miles away. ”

Tough guy Sauron roared, and the rat's horse ran back from the woods. But Sauron's heart sank. For the case that there is no road in the Ghost Forest, a hundred miles is a long distance.

"Hey, Lord Will, when I return from the King's Landing tournament, I will personally write a letter to Bunyan Stark and ask him the truth about the strangers. Hehe, as of today, no one has ever fooled me Theon Greyjoy. Theon is confident, high-spirited, and hopeful.

Will and Robb were silent, looking up at the sturdy and majestic boulder walls in front of them.

The drawbridge of the city gate has been raised, and the black oak and iron gates of the bridgehead are completely closed. The moat introduces the water of the Green Fork River, which is very deep, wide, and surging, day and night.

In front of the team, there is the famous only ferry crossing on the Green Fork River: Luanhe City.

Leaving the King's Road behind, they had to take a detour across the Green Fork River, which runs parallel to the King's Road.

Robb glanced at Theon, who slapped his horse and shouted at the castle tower, "Quickly lower the drawbridge, Lord Robb Stark, the young lord of the North, is going to cross the river to Riverrun." ”