Chapter 365

"kill!"

Dozens of surviving soldiers came out from the lowest level of Stark's cemetery armed with torches, but they caught the ghoul by surprise.

However, these ghouls have no fear, their bodies have long since died, and now they just rely on some mysterious power to maintain their activities, their brains will not work, and they are blindly executing the orders of the Night King.

Immediately, the ghoul made a harsh howl, and then rushed towards the group of human soldiers.

For this group of dead people, the power of life is a light in the dark, a piece of shit that attracts flies, attracting them all, the ghouls swarmed, and dozens of survivors drew their swords to fight.

Bunyan was the leader of the group of soldiers.

Ser Allissa Thorne was the trainer of the Night's Watch, but Bunyan was the Chief Ranger, and the two men held similar positions, and neither could command the other.

However, most of the surviving soldiers today are northerners, and they are naturally willing to follow the orders of a Stark family member, rather than a southerner who does not know where.

The light of the torches illuminated the dark cellar. The ghouls rely on their instinct to find any vitality. In such a dark environment, the human eyes are not as sensitive as ghouls.

Fortunately, there are a lot of war supplies in the cellar, in addition to food, there are armor weapons and kerosene firewood.

"kill!"

Immediately, a man with dark brown hair and a long face, dressed in black animal skins, held a long sword in one hand under the light of the torches, and rushed to the front.

The ghoul on the upper floor of the cellar rushed over when he saw the howling from the living.

click -

Then, Bunyan dexterously dodged away, and chopped off his head with a backhand sword.

"Ho-"

However, after the ghoul's head was chopped off, his body was still scratching and biting randomly.

The head that fell to the ground couldn't let out a cry, but the faint blue in the eyes was still clearly visible, flickering with madness.

Immediately, the chief ranger's movements were very agile, and the obsidian dagger in his left hand pierced directly into the chest of the headless ghoul.

puff--

Dragonjing daggers are extremely sharp, even sharper than weapons made of steel, but they are relatively fragile, and are suitable for ending the life of the enemy rather than fighting.

The dagger pierced into the chest of the headless ghoul, just like piercing the body of a scarecrow, without the slightest feeling of flesh and blood.

The ghoul's movements froze in place in an instant, and then his body collapsed limply as if all his strength had been taken away.

Totally dead.

The body of the headless ghoul was killed, and his head was still cackling and opening his mouth, as if he wanted to bite the toes of humans.

click -

But it was smashed to pieces by the 'Lang Crow' Yoren who rushed up behind him.

Another ghoul also rushed up, and then Yoren shoved the torch into the ghoul's mouth directly.

The sudden movement of the human survivors alarmed the ghouls in the entire Winterfell, and all the ghouls rushed towards here.

But now there are only a few dozen survivors who are surrounded by groups.

The survivors have rushed out of the dark cellar at this moment, came to the ground of Winterfell, formed a circle to deal with the enemies from all directions, and fell into a hard battle.

click -

Ser Allissa Thorne slashed down a ghoul that came upon him, his chest heaving and panting, and his mouth exhaled white mist.

And beside him, a soldier of the Karstark family was thrown to the ground by the ghoul, gnawing on his cheek frantically, and made a shrill scream.

"Damn!"

Afterwards, the instructor of Castle Black, with gray hair, took out the dragon crystal dagger and stabbed it into the back of the ghoul.

The ghoul let out a scream and died immediately after being unable to move. However, the face of the soldier of the Karstark family had been gnawed and died in a pool of blood.

"Bunyan! We can't fight here!"

"Otherwise everyone will die here!"

While wielding his long sword, Ser Arisa fought desperately, and shouted loudly at Bunyan on the other.

And the chief ranger naturally understood this truth, the black-haired long-faced man gritted his teeth slightly, and glanced at the surrounding environment.

More and more ghouls have gathered. The gate of Winterfell is closed by the ghouls for some reason. There is definitely no time to rush over to capture the gate. The only option is the nearest city wall.

"follow me!"

Then Bunyan gritted his teeth and led the remaining survivors to break out of the siege and kill in the direction of the city wall.

In fact, they were lucky. After such a long time, the number of ghouls left in Winterfell was indeed very few, and there were probably only a few hundred wandering zombies.

Otherwise, if the army of tens of thousands of corpses stayed here, even if each of these dozens of people were possessed by the demon mountain, they would not be able to rush out.

"kill!"

Bunyan still took the lead, leading the soldiers to rush towards the city wall.

The surviving soldiers also burst out with strong will and paid a terrible price, and they really let them break out of the encirclement of ghouls and escape to the city wall.

"Ho-"

The ghouls let out a sharp howl, madly chasing after them.

Now that so long has passed since the war, the walls of Winterfell still have traces of the war left behind.

The bloodstains splattered freely, the broken Stark family flag, and the coat of arms of the direwolf were burned into a big hole, the damaged city walls also had traces of black flames, and arrows scattered in the arrow cage.

However, even so, the thick wind and snow on the ground still covered most of the traces, and the stories of human beings who fought hard here were buried under the frost.

Then Bunyan kicked the kerosene that had not been used up on the city head, and threw the torch in his hand and ignited the kerosene.

In an instant, the fire was raging, blocking the steps of the ghouls from climbing the city wall.

The chief ranger gasped slightly, then turned and came to the blackened battlements.

He held the battlement in his hand and looked at the deep height below, and then looked at the few remaining people who had been killed and injured in a short period of time.

The man's throat moved, and he swallowed softly.

At this moment, silence is better than sound, and there is no need to say anything, everyone already knows what to do.

Gritting their teeth, they nodded to each other in encouragement.

Bunyan took the lead on the battlement, and then jumped down without hesitation.

Followed by Arisa Thorne, who was in her forties, Yoren the Wave Crow, and the rest of the surviving coalition soldiers, there were only a dozen people left, and they all jumped off the battlements.

And not far away.

Flames and thick smoke suddenly rose in Winterfell, and the Night King, who was riding a skeleton horse, turned his head, with ice-blue flames burning in his eyes.

He saw what had just happened, and he saw them jump off the wall.

However, the Night King was not ready to chase after him. It was just a dozen or so humans who were struggling to survive, and he couldn't afford to let him do it himself.

They stay in a land shrouded in cold, and death will embrace them sooner or later.

Then the Night King urged his horse to enter Winterfell. Following his footsteps, the snowstorm in Winterfell became even greater.

And in the cellars of Winterfell.

Under the shroud of darkness, a slight tremor suddenly seemed to come from the tombs of the kings of the north.

slam-la-

The dust above his head rustled and fell, and the gravel trembled.