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Chapter 514 The whole army attacks!

Upon hearing the words of the Green Prophet, Li Shimin frowned slightly and said calmly:

"When did I say I would take action against this forest?"

“You really didn’t say anything.”

The Green Prophet said softly, "But your civilization is far more aggressive towards the natural environment than the Seven Kingdoms."

In the world depicted by the light of memory, besides the magnificent epic of human history, he also heard the cries of living beings under swords and spears, witnessed the fall of thousands of ancient trees, and even the once surging river was eventually tamed and changed course, submitting to the will of that civilization.

Li Shimin calmly said, "The order of civilization is the order of humanity. Before the will of me and hundreds of millions of people, even the order of nature must yield!"

He paused, then glanced at Green First Knowledge: "You can't possibly not understand this principle. Even the current human kingdoms are shaping their living environment; the only difference is the level of efficiency!"

"In comparison, my civilization has sufficient means to maintain ecological balance."

"Even extinct species can be cloned and resurrected with your help!"

As for whether to release them back into the wild or study their captivity after they are revived, that's another matter!

The Green Prophet sighed inwardly, then changed the subject, asking softly, "What do you want to know?"

Li Shimin recalled the valuable creatures in the original work and simply said, "The giant lion of the Western Mountains, the surviving giants, the nearly extinct unicorns, and the Night King and the White Walkers who are about to be resurrected!"

"...Your Majesty led the army north, is it for the sake of the Others?"

"Not bad!"

Li Shimin nodded and said, "The Night's Watch at the Wall has already submitted to me, but their commander-in-chief is still investigating the situation of the White Walkers north of the Wall..."

"If His Majesty has come for them..."

The Green Prophet sighed and said, "You're too late."

Li Shimin raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

The Green Prophet turned his head and gazed intently northward, as if he could pierce through space and see what was happening a hundred miles away.

"The wind and snow on First Man's Fist Peak grew increasingly fierce. The Night Watchmen sounded the long-absent three horns. In a little while, they would be completely annihilated under the siege of the army of the dead..."

……

……

The Former Man's Fist Peak is a hill that suddenly rises from the Ghost Forest.

Its northwest and northwest sides are steep slopes, while the east side has a gentler slope and a wide view.

In the Dawn Age, the First Men built a ring fort here as a temporary stronghold for the Night's Watch.

Even today, this abandoned fortress remains the Night's Watch's preferred campsite when venturing deep into the North.
"Whoosh-"

The cold wind, carrying heavy snow, has not stopped since the Night's Watch arrived.

The stone walls built by our ancestors have long since crumbled under the erosion of time and the elements.

In order to turn this place into a real place to shelter from the cold, Commander Mormont led everyone to set up tents, race against time to clear the ground, repair stone walls, and try to complete these necessary tasks before dark.

"I'm from the South..."

As Samwell dug through the thick layer of snow, he muttered to himself, "I never imagined that one day I would be picking up direwolf droppings in the icy wilderness north of the Great Wall."

"Well, if you don't want to come with me to collect manure, it's simple. You just need to pick up your axe and go with the foresters to the Ghost Forest three miles away to chop down trees. How easy is that..."

Zita, who was leading the group, rolled his eyes sarcastically. He was Maester Aemon's former clerk.

“I didn’t say that… I just felt that I was a southerner…”

Samwell's face flushed red, and for a moment it was hard to tell whether it was from anxiety or the cold.

“Say what you will!” Eddie interrupted, his tone utterly unfriendly. “But I advise you to push yourself. Jon has already left with Colin the One-Handed.”

“When danger comes, no one will care about your life like he does!”

Samwell felt helpless and bitter, but he couldn't refute it.

Because he knew these were all well-intentioned sarcastic remarks.

They were all strong and reliable Night's Watch warriors, unlike him...

Samwell fell silent, and the atmosphere of the entire manure-collecting team also fell silent.

But accidents never happen based on the atmosphere.

At that moment, a deep and resonant bugle call rang out.

At the first sound, Samwell and his group stopped in their tracks.

At the second sound, everyone drew their longswords from their waists.

But when the third horn sounded, Samwell swore he had never seen Zeta look so terrified, just as he had never imagined that one day he would be so afraid that he couldn’t even walk.

—All the Night's Watchmen who followed them out understood the meaning of the horn.

One sound means they're one of us, two sounds mean they're savages, and as for the third sound...

"The...the Others!"

Zeta looked terrified, her teeth chattering with fear.

Everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, as if a childhood nightmare had stepped into reality.

"Tell me this isn't true..."

Glen muttered to himself, and Eddie, who was next to him, was the first to react.

He drew his longsword and roared, "Back to the fortress!"

As if waking from a dream, everyone ran back the way they came.

Samwell wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't obey him.

When fear and panic fill one's heart, no one is in the mood to pay attention to others.

Poor Sam was thus left behind in this icy wasteland.

"No... wait for me... don't leave me behind..."

Fear pierced his heart like a sword, making Sam feel suffocated.

Finally, driven by fear, he lifted his almost frozen feet and ran towards a nearby hill—

While he was picking up the feces, he noticed a small hole there, which might be a good hiding place...

……

As the wind and snow swept in, a cold, piercing white mist seemed to rise from Xianminquan Peak, obscuring everything beyond three meters.

"Nike an arrow!"

On the stone wall of the Pioneer Fist Peak, the voice of Ranger Bane echoed in everyone's ears.

The watchmen around them raised their bows, and dozens of arrows were silently nocked.

"Draw the bow... Don't panic, wait for my command."

Bane behaved with remarkable composure, a composure that undoubtedly influenced all the soldiers on the stone wall.

Eddie gripped his longsword tightly, his eyes anxiously scanning his surroundings.

Only then did he realize with a start that Sam seemed to have fallen behind. "I should remember..."

Regret gnawed at his heart, but the approaching danger in the fog left him no time to think.

The bowstring was taut, and everyone held their breath, staring intently at the billowing white mist.

In the dim light, one could almost see dark shadows crawling up the hillside, getting closer and closer...

"put!"

At Bane's command, two rows of arrows flew from their bows, tracing arcs as they pierced the shadowy figure's body.

But this had no effect.

Eddie stared wide-eyed at the still slowly crawling shadows below, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"They haven't stopped! They're still moving!"

"They...they're almost up!"

Just as fear was spreading like a plague, Commander Mormont suddenly rode up on horseback and roared:

"Rocket!"

"Light all the fires, let them taste the flames!"

A flame of hope ignited in their eyes. They remembered that the ghouls of Black Castle had died in flames, and that corpses burned by fire would not become ghouls—

This will definitely work!
Every few meters along the stone wall, there was a fire burning, and everyone lit the arrows in their hands.

Commander Mormont galloped along the stone wall, shouting loudly despite the wind and snow.

After relaying his orders throughout the entire fortified area, he returned to the fort and roared:
"Sam! Where's Sam?!"

"Quickly, make him release the carrier crows!"

A ranger nearby shouted, "Sam's out picking up dung, and he hasn't come back yet!"

"Damn it!"

Commander Mormont slammed his fist against the stone wall beside him, gritting his teeth as he said, "He clearly only had this one mission..."

But the situation was urgent, and he could not afford to vent his anger.

Mormont calmed himself and shouted, "Everyone except the cavalry, light your torches and follow me up the wall!"

The crowd responded loudly, lit their torches, and followed the commander up the wall.

"Draw the bow! Release!"

Another salvo was launched, with dozens of rockets trailing streaks of light as they pierced through the wind and snow.

This time, the shadowy figure struck by the arrow instantly transformed into a rolling fireball, writhing wildly on the snow-covered hillside.

Burn them! Burn them to death!

The archers on the stone wall laughed loudly, venting their inner fear with their laughter.

But there were just too many shadowy figures. Even if a batch died, more would surge in from behind.

Gradually, the Night's Watch's already scarce arrows ran out, yet the wights beneath the wall showed no sign of ending.

The archers quickly abandoned their bows and drew their swords, watching the edge of the wall with tense eyes.

Finally, the first ghoul climbed up!
It was a ragged savage; the Night's Watchman's spear pierced its heart and chest in an instant, but could not stop it from roaring and lunging at him.

The spearhead pierced through the torso without any resistance, and the ghoul's cold fingers were already gripping the Night's Watchman's neck.

"what!!"

A pitiful scream rang out. Bane brandished his torch, knocking down the ghouls, and pulled up his wounded companion, shouting:
"Use fire, they're afraid of fire!"

The soldiers near the fire took out burning logs and slammed them into the ghoul's face.

On the wall shrouded in thick fog, a fierce and desperate battle unfolded, and it was unclear when it would end.

This battle lasted a very long time, so long that it felt like an eternity.

Until one moment, the strange cries of crows suddenly rang out, only to be instantly drowned out by the howling wind.

Bane kicked the ghoul off the stone wall, his gaze inadvertently glancing at the mountain peak below. He then shuddered, exclaiming incredulously:

"Seven levels of hell! What are those?!"

Everyone instinctively turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound.

Behind the dense army of the dead, two streaks of light, one blue and one red, suddenly tore through the wind and snow and sped towards them.

Wherever they passed, the wind and snow ripped through the air, and countless ghouls were shattered by the massive arcs of light they unleashed, flying into the sky like broken building blocks.

In an instant, the army of ghouls, which resembled a black ocean, was forcibly torn open, creating a vacuum!
The blue and red streaks of light were unstoppable, piercing through the army of corpses and leaping up suddenly at the base of the wall, crashing down onto the stone wall like a meteorite.

"boom!!"

The wall shook violently, and rubble flew everywhere.

Amidst the smoke and white mist, two towering figures, armed to the teeth, stood majestically.

The blue-armored warrior swung his sword, and particle arcs bloomed like a crescent moon, transforming into a dazzling fan-shaped beam of light that instantly swept away the ghouls on the wall.

The Night's Watchmen, including Bane, were stunned and speechless as they watched the wights being easily chopped apart like rotten wood, and for a moment they did not know how to react.

Fortunately, the two of them didn't seem to care about the Night's Watch's reaction.

They merely glanced at the remaining Night's Watchmen in the Ring of Fortress, and the surrounding, wounded but resilient warriors, and said in a hesitant yet slightly approving tone:
"Go inside...and hide!"

Bane and the others were taken aback by what they heard.

Before they could react, the stone wall beneath their feet suddenly trembled violently, and a scorching wave of air swept up from below.

The crowd hurriedly grabbed onto the wall, barely managing to steady themselves amidst the violent shaking, and looked down at the foot of the mountain.

On the hillside, a raging inferno stretched to the sky, with countless flames streaking across the heavens like shooting stars, exploding into brilliant bursts of fire amidst the dark, monstrous army of ghouls.

"Seven Gods!"

"Is this your divine punishment?!"

Bane stared wide-eyed, raising his head in disbelief as he looked in the direction from which the firelight had come.

At the edge of their vision, a mysterious army, resembling gods, slowly emerged—

The tracks of the steel behemoth vehicle rolled over the snow, and the telescopic gun barrel spewed flames.

More than a thousand black-armored warriors stood solemnly like a forest, their killing intent palpable.

The leader, clad in a golden robe, seemed to float in mid-air amidst the wind and snow. His deep eyes swept across the sea of ​​fire ahead, finally settling on the dark blue figure on the distant hill.

"The White Walkers..."

Gazing at the strange creature clad in ice armor and wielding an ice crystal longsword, Li Shimin's lips curled into a slight smile, and his calm voice resounded clearly like a war drum throughout the entire army:

"Whoever captures a White Walker alive shall be promoted three ranks!"

"Black Armored Cavalry..."

"Army attack!"

(End of this chapter)