Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 258 - Not Ownerless
He ignored these people.

He focused on what he should be doing in the present moment.

He clearly sensed that his nearest possession was on the Great Wall, and he immediately set off in that direction as fast as he could.

The commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch looked at him blankly.

The barbarians who were also following behind them seemed to have received some kind of reminder.

Their brains are unable to perceive and understand the scene before them. However, this does not mean that their bodies will not subconsciously follow along.

"Don't move! Don't move!" The Lord Commander of the Night's Watch realized something, a possibility. He instinctively raised his hands and waved them forcefully towards the Wall. However, at this moment, his actions and voice could no longer effectively reach the garrison on the Wall.

They started moving.

Looking down at the rioting crowd, they thought they had seized an opportunity.

At first, it might have been just an elderly man struggling to hold his bow steady. But as the first arrow was released, dozens, even hundreds, of arrows followed, raining down upon the earth below.

That was an arrow of warning.

They do possess some capacity for independent thinking.

The arrows were aimed at the distant land ahead of the man charging alone towards the foot of the city wall; their purpose was not to kill, but to stop the arrogant attacker from advancing.

Arrows rained down.

The falling arrows resembled a thin black cloud—while the Night's Watch's manpower was of varying quality, their training was certainly quite thorough. And this volley of arrows clearly possessed a discipline approaching that of the kingdom's regular army.

'Whoosh—' The clouds pressed down on the pure white snow.

'Boom—!' The encounter with the cloud made all the soldiers guarding the city wall widen their eyes in surprise!
A sudden, powerful gust of wind abruptly halted the cloud's advance, and all the arrows that had been fired deflected at a distance of several meters from the charging attacker!
"Witchcraft! It's witchcraft!"

"It can actually use magic in front of the Wall! What is that thing!?"

"Fire arrows! Stop it, don't let it get any closer!"

The top of the city wall was in chaos.

The warning arrows were immediately tinged with definite hostility.

However, just as the second wave of arrows was about to be unleashed, the cloaked figure carrying the charge had already reached the corner of the wall directly below it!

"It's going through the tunnel!"

"Quickly! Blow up the tunnel! Don't let it in!"

"Wait... what is it doing? It's trying to climb the wall!?"

An unbelievable sight unfolded before everyone's eyes. The nameless, unknown attacker had scaled the two-hundred-meter-high, pristine wall that had been repaired countless times by generations of the Night's Watch! It seemed oblivious to the tunnel openings right before its eyes, climbing as if it were walking on smooth, level ground!
The wind is enveloping it.

The wind propelled it straight upwards.

The figure it carried, draped in a heavy cloak, perhaps a grim witch, emitted a series of broken and intermittent chants. And the wind barrier covering the charging warriors grew ever stronger.

The arrows couldn't get close at all.

Even special crossbows that could point 90 degrees downwards were blown away, flung, and fell far away before they could even touch it. Perhaps only large stones thrown directly from the ramparts could pose any threat to it. However, when the first boulder weighing several tens of kilograms blocked its path, the witnesses were fortunate enough to see the afterimage of the sword.

They couldn't stop it; they couldn't stop it from marching towards the top of the city wall. All the stones in its path were cleanly sliced ​​and blown away, and it ran along the wall at a speed that was almost the same as when it charged on the ground.

Closer, closer.

How much force did it actually use?

The elite Night's Watchmen at the forefront had already seen the face of the charging man, and the face that looked like that of an ordinary, handsome young man made them feel as if they were living in a dream.

"Stop him!" someone shouted.

However, no one knew how to effectively stop him from advancing. Neither arrows nor falling rocks could hinder his climb, and in a place like the Wall, it was impossible to find effective items like molten gold.

"Form ranks!" The one who tried to command ultimately made a weak and powerless decision, because they couldn't stop him.

They could only watch helplessly as the figure carrying the slender woman... the witch, smoothly scaled the top of the city wall. Brave warriors thrust their spears at the charging attackers, but this last resort of defense could only summon a long, narrow sword shadow.

All the guns were cut down.

A stranger stands atop the Great Wall.

After thousands of years, from the time the builders erected this magnificent wonder, this defensive fortification standing in the North has finally fallen for the first time: two men, one sword. This record is destined to be remembered forever.

But before that——

The stranger lowered the witch from his shoulder, the Night's Watch men, regrouping, completely out of his sight. It was hard to say whether he was arrogant or simply focused. As the disgraced Night's Watch men roared and swung their weapons at him, his gaze followed the raised sword.

Calm and focused.

The army formation was then broken by the sword strikes.

..............................

--monster.

Maester Aemon had lived for a hundred years, and he had never witnessed anything like it. He had never seen such powerful warriors, such terrifying monsters. Even though he had lived through the end of the Age of Dragons and witnessed the lingering power of those mighty dragons on the land, he could not comprehend the battle unfolding before him.

Such monsters should not exist in this world.

But he had a premonition; he felt he knew why the monster had appeared here.

He came here for this treasure.

He was holding a crystal ball in his hands.

Not long ago, this crystal sphere suddenly appeared in his bedroom without warning. As one of the most learned scholars in the world, he was able to sense the magical energy surging within the crystal sphere almost immediately.

—I must return it.

He really wanted to hide the crystal orb or have someone take it away. But he found himself completely unable to do so. He vaguely sensed some kind of impulse within the crystal orb; he felt that this treasure possessed a mind of its own and was constantly, impatiently, eager to return to its owner.

Its owner is approaching.

Its owner lives nearby.

The scholar was old, and as soon as the stranger stepped onto the city wall, he hurriedly stepped off from the safe watchtower—he didn't know how much longer his sworn brothers could hold out. But in his heart, there was an extraordinary urgency.

Hurry up.

A little faster.

If it cannot be returned in time, I'm afraid—

He stopped.

He simply jogged from the top of the watchtower, which was only a few meters high, to the bottom.

Hundreds of Night's Watchmen lay on the ground, groaning and convulsing. Their fallen bodies stretched from the horizon to right in front of him. And the crystal orb in his hand eagerly leaped into the grasp of the tall figure before him.

The crystal ball floated up.

Tools that even the most learned scholars could not wield are now swirling around ice, lightning, and fire.

The tall stranger nodded at him.

"The property returns to its original owner."

The man said.

(End of this chapter)