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Hearing the savages began to shout reverently like a tsunami of mountains and tsunamis, surrender.

Lynn couldn't help the corners of his mouth curling slightly, and his face could no longer be restrained from being intoxicated.

The wildlings who yearn for freedom began to kneel, which is enough to explain everything.

Lynn asked the three of them to get up first, and then looked at Tormund with admiring eyes, "How did you do all this?"

Tormund stared at the shadows in the fog in the distance, shook his head slightly ashamed and said, "Actually, I did nothing. The savage army led by Mance fought hard here for a day and failed to break through the strong Great Wall. On the contrary, the White Walkers took advantage of the situation and took the opportunity to resurrect a large number of the remains of wildling warriors. When Mance also became a member of the White Walkers' servants, I took the lead in raising the white flag in the wildling army. You are on the Great Wall. The left-behind army prevented the White Walkers from taking the opportunity to slaughter the remaining savage warriors and women and children, and temporarily stopped the attack on us, so I had the opportunity to use the adult's feat of slaughtering ghouls in Wind Sound Gorge to persuade the remaining savages. Clan leaders, let them be willing to submit to the adults."

It seemed to Lynn that it was the Night King of the White Walkers who killed indiscriminately in order to explode troops, making the wild people who have existed for thousands of years feel the pressure of survival.

Lynn followed Tormund's gaze towards the fog in the northwest, "You said the White Walkers resurrected a large number of dead wildlings and tried to kill the rest of you, so where are they now?"

Ygritte pointed to the depths of the mist, "It's just in the northwest, where they've been gathering, eyeing."

Lynn squinted, trying to see through the mist of snowflakes, but as far as he could see, he couldn't see anything.

The Night King has infinite resurrection ability. As long as it is a corpse, he can be resurrected. Lynn does not intend to rashly attack the ghouls before detecting the true location of the Night King.

Because even if they kill them all, not completely destroy them.

Not only does it do no harm to the Night King, but the lives of the soldiers he took on will eventually become the new strength of the Night King.

However, the newly surrendered wildlings are more in fear of the White Ghosts. They want to surrender to the Great Wall for refuge and escape the fate of being enslaved by the White Ghosts.

Lynn felt that he still needed to set a fire in his heart for these savages, so that they could be assured that these savages would really be brought into the Great Wall.

Lynn speculates that the winter has not really come, and the sea has not frozen.

The Night King's strength has not yet fully reached its peak.

Not daring to approach the Great Wall protected by frozen magic is proof.

Now that the Great Wall is in sight, Lynn has a lot of room to operate.

After thinking for a while, Lynn pulled out the short traverser blade from his waist, turned his head to the tall Duncan riding on the warhorse and said, "Duncan, do you dare to walk through the White Ghost army?"

Duncan's stone Buddha-like face did not waver. His blue eyes stared straight ahead. Although his chest was ups and downs, his breathing was steady.

This is an extremely challenging task.

Duncan's thick eyebrows didn't even flutter. Hearing Lynn's words, he just stretched out his hand calmly and respectfully took the Valyrian short blade.

"Sir, do whatever you tell me."

Although the three of Tormund knew that Lynn's army was strong, harvesting ghouls in Wind Sound Gorge was like chopping melons and vegetables, but at this time in the depths of the mist, there were nearly 70,000 wildling warriors resurrected in the White Walker formation.

Tormund looked at Lin En dumbfounded, as if looking at the gods. The new Savage King completely lost his ability to think. He swallowed and said to Lin En, "Sir, be careful..."

Lynn handed over the option to Duncan.

Lyanna held her breath...Lynne's proposal was too crazy, just thinking about it would make her throat tighten.

After the last ray of sunlight disappeared to the west, the wilderness was shrouded in a hazy dusk, and the temperature seemed to drop a lot in an instant.

Duncan patted the horse and sat down, allowing the horse to lean out of the queue a little, closely behind Lynn.

Lynn looked at the tall Duncan and nodded with satisfaction. He lowered his voice and said to Duncan, "Just grab a ghoul from the fog and come back."

Immediately, he ordered loudly behind him: "The knights of the Guards are out! The bowmen are out!"

The wild crowd knelt on one knee on the ground, looking eagerly at the opposite side of the Great Wall. An army of a hundred knights broke away from the army, followed by nearly a thousand infantrymen with bows and crossbows.

The direction in which they moved forward was the northwest that they hardly dared to look directly at.

The rumbling of horses' hooves in the wilderness, the sound of uniform footsteps, and other sounds seemed to be blocked.

Even the whistling of the north wind was almost concealed.

So everyone stared intently at those cavalry soldiers entering the fog, while the archers were in formation at the end of the line of sight, no one dared to breathe loudly, even though the snowflakes swept across their cheeks from time to time, no one retracted their eyes into their fur coats.

Time passed slowly while waiting quietly.

It's been a long time.

From the depths of the fog, there was a scream of killing.

What followed was the throbbing and shouting of the White Walkers.

The dusk outside the Great Wall was when the temperature plummeted.

A sudden gust of cold wind blew everyone's hair upright. Lynn's eyes were fixed on the front, and he looked up at the mist where snowflakes were falling, only to see shadows rushing out of the mist and rushing down.

The terrifying shouts behind them ripped apart the sky, and the blue-eyed White Walkers that covered the sky followed closely from the fog...

Nearly 1,000 crossbowmen who had been waiting for a long time began to shoot, with the sound of dense bowstrings pulling bang bang, and after a torrential rain of arrows that ignited flames, the Knights of Guards instantly lay down behind them.

The arrows blocked the first wave of the ghoul army's pursuit.

The ghouls soon felt the magic of the Great Wall again. They roared in anger for a while, and their unwilling blue eyes expressed endless anger, and finally retreated into the depths of the fog.

In the Guards cavalry regiment that reappeared from the fog, Duncan led the horse, dragged a blue-eyed white ghost with a horse rope, and began to gallop along the northwest Great Wall ~www.wuxiahere.com~.

The one who was captured was still a White Walker, and he let out a shrill roar.

After being dragged into a long ditch in the wilderness, Duncan asked the horse to get as close to the Great Wall as possible, and swept straight across from west to east, so that every savage who was huddled under the Great Wall could see clearly, every trace on the face and body of the captured White Walkers. The rocks on the ground hit the torn wound, and the wildlings could hear the White Walkers' shrill screams.

The savages kneeling on the ground opened their mouths one after another, watching the unbelievable scene in front of them.

These monsters, who forced them to gather outside the Great Wall to challenge the Great Wall, knew they were afraid.

The savages leaned under the Great Wall, their eyes were red in the wind and snow, and they were panting heavily.

After a while, the savage leaders of the major clans began to crawl on the ground, and so did all the savages, the cannibal tribe of the Great Glacier, the walrus tribe, and even the giant tribe.

The only 30,000 wild people left outside the Great Wall began to shout in unison, an ancient phrase that had not been heard outside the Great Wall for thousands of years: "King of the North! King of the North!"

Lynn didn't expect Duncan to have such a hand, dragging the White Walkers to parade under the Great Wall.

Thanks to him, a cold-faced knight figured it out.

However, when he heard that the savages had begun to shout the slogan of the King of the North, Lynn's face was filled with joy.

This is what the people want. When the anger of the savages has a vent, it can really be managed. As long as the savages are allowed to vent this bad anger in their chests, they will restore the nature of cowardly free people outside the Great Wall, instead of A wildling soldier with a raised blade.

This is also the simple and easy-going savage that Lynn needs. Weapons and battles can be scabbard, and they can pick up plows and hammers. These people will be very good taxpayers.

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