Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 257 What's the use of a wonder?
Even the best cuts of meat from a bear can weigh over a hundred pounds.

It would take at least half an hour to roast them all and then eat them.

It tasted great, and it was completely consumed in an instant after entering the stomach. Just like all martial artists in their prime have a good appetite, even though Wu Chen's body was genuinely brand new and had been used for a long time, and he had already become a mid-level warrior, he was able to digest it at a speed equivalent to eating, and in an instant, he could absorb all the nutrients into his body.

Breathe.

The techniques of breathing naturally arise from the depths of one's thoughts.

He replenished his previous losses within five minutes of eating, and spent the rest of the time organizing his newly acquired combat skills.

The wind flowed more smoothly as a result—he used calculated wind flow to ensure the fire's intensity while grilling meat. And now, he felt as if he had also touched upon a skill related to fire.

well.

Wu Chen calculated, and the various martial arts techniques he possessed floated into his mind—the burning fire could also manifest as burning life. And if everything went according to plan, the next martial arts technique he could fully reproduce should be either ability enhancement or the Iron Fist Strike.

Unfortunately, at this point in time, it's almost impossible for me to encounter the Red Goddess or a fire mage capable of wielding wildfire in the Northern Kingdom. Simply starting a fire requires a considerable amount of time and opportunity.

As the thought crossed his mind, the crowd outside the campfire grew silently—Wu Chen's indifference to the barbarians didn't mean they wouldn't follow him and Hera. The rider who left earlier had done so for this reason, and now, the thousands of elderly, weak, sick, and disabled who had sought refuge were all moving closer to where the two were.

They had a good plan—they thought that Wu Chen would clash with the Night's Watch, thus giving them an opportunity to cross the Wall. The tears and pleas of women and children are always quite powerful to morally upright people. And if Wu Chen continued with his heroic behavior, he would now be helplessly manipulated by these barbarians, and perhaps even filled with resentment.

pity.

Wu Chen wiped his mouth, finishing the last piece of bear meat. Now, he would only focus on the one thing he had decided he had to do.

“Let’s continue to the Wall,” he said, rising to offer his suggestion to Hera.

"Okay." He received a response.

So he continued on.

As soon as he took his first step, chaos erupted in the crowd not far away. Many of the elderly and weak who had just arrived were still catching their breath, and behind them, there were still many barbarian women and children who had not yet been able to reach the area.

They cried out.

And this is the weapon they use to hold others back.

Wu Chen tilted his head, calculating the time it would take the undead army to catch up with the group. Once a vague, basic value appeared in his mind, he stopped worrying about it and focused on what he needed to do.

He moved on.

Without pause, without hesitation.

The cries of the barbarian women and children quickly disappeared and subsided, as if they had never uttered a single cry in the first place.

Sure enough.

The memory was accurate; the barbarians of the Badlands had long since developed independence and self-reliance. Among them were female warriors known as 'Spearwomen,' who consistently proclaimed themselves free people who would never kneel before others. And such a resilient people would certainly not be like those classic fantasy refugees, helplessly whining, venting their anger, and weeping.

It was just a test, just a weapon.

Perhaps it's because Wu Chen and Hera both look very young, with fair skin, and appear obviously pampered and lacking in common sense, clearly from high-class noble families in foreign lands. And these naive young masters and ladies are more likely to possess a compassionate heart than ordinary people who have experienced the harsh realities of life.

The judgment was correct, but the timing was wrong. Wu Chen continued to walk forward, and behind him and Hera, the barbarian refugees who hadn't caught up gradually caught up with them and joined the queue.

An army of a thousand men was thus formed. With their numerical advantage, the barbarian warriors had even greater mobility—the king of the frontier, though his arm was severed, remained pale. However, the wound on his arm had been treated quite well. He mingled among the crowd, silently approaching Wu Chen and his companion.

His men and people blocked the Night's Watch, allowing him to walk alongside Wu Chen, who was on foot heading south, with his arms on his hands.

“Be careful,” he said, without mentioning that the Night’s Watch would refuse them permission to cross the wall.

But he said something else.

“The only way to cross the Wall of Despair is to pass through the tunnels at its base. However, even the strongest warrior is powerless against the weight of tens of tons of rock and ice. And I’ve heard that even the oldest wizards lose their ability to cast spells on the walls.” He paused, awaiting Wu Chen’s response.

However, Wu Chen completely ignored him and continued to move forward steadily, taking steps the same width as before.

“…I can help.” He was saying something he had already forgotten, something he had already said once before.

Before he spoke, he subconsciously glanced to his left and right. Then, before the movement became too conspicuous, he restrained himself.

“I possess a treasure. It can tear apart the Wall. And if we cooperate, then it's entirely possible…”

He shut his mouth.

Wu Chen's gaze then swept over his body. A peculiarly styled horn was casually hanging on his belt, in an area where it could be easily removed.

“Winter Horn,” Wu Chen said, clearly sensing the wavering of the King of the Frontier. Yet, in his perception, he did not detect any accumulating magic power emanating from the horn.

"Fake." The one-armed man's hesitation turned into a tremor.

So Wu Chen ignored him and continued on his way.

He needs to focus on what he should be doing.

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The Wall of Despair is 700 feet high, which is about 200 meters. When the sun is about to set and the golden-red glow shines obliquely from afar, no matter how many times you have seen it, you can't help but marvel at its grandeur and magnificence.

It was indeed an insurmountable barrier, a majestic mountain lying on its side. A continuous expanse of frost-white stretched from one end of the line of sight to the other. The summit of the wall almost merged with the horizon.

It's hard to imagine how powerful the magical tides of this world were when this high wall was built. Yet even now, with all colors fading, this barrier still possesses a formidable presence.

The ghouls' march did not occur.

Until Wu Chen and the group of refugees reached the foot of the Great Wall, they did not encounter even a single surprise attack. Standing in front of the wall, he did indeed feel a certain sense of oppression.

Indeed, there is a seal, buried deep within the Great Wall. Indeed, there is a constraint, hindering the advancement of extraordinary power. However, this constraint does not seem to be very effective on Wu Chen.

"How are you feeling?" he asked Hera, still able to sense the magic flowing and circulating within the wolf fang pendant and longsword. And its efficiency hadn't decreased significantly.

“This city wall is filled with inert magic. Those who wield powerful magic will be restricted.” He received a response; he saw Hera, as a living doll, still able to think, act, and speak. “But it is not very effective against soulless beings.”

It turned out to be the case.

The restriction applies to powerful beings with souls. It has no effect on self-generated intelligence. Therefore, neither powerful dragons, the White Walkers created by the Children of the Forest, nor the wights driven by soulfire can cross the Wall. However, they are of little use against Wu Chen and Hera at this moment.

There's nothing for Wu Chen, but there's a little for Hera.

Wu Chen nodded. Looking up, he saw warriors gathered at the top of the Wall—hundreds of Night's Watchmen dressed in black had already assembled on the top of the wall, with crossbows, bows and arrows, and all kinds of defensive weapons gathered together.

“Friend.” The Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch rode over, confident because of the strength of his forces.

"The gondola can seat a maximum of two people at a time, or you could come with this old man and go through the tunnel under the city wall together?"

This was an invitation, but it wasn't entirely well-intentioned. His sworn brothers were already gathered here. He was confident he could handle whatever unexpected situation might arise.

Then--

He received no response.

Because Wu Chen had already passed him, hoisted Hera onto his back, and strode towards the high wall hundreds of meters away.

(End of this chapter)