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#315 - Chapter 49: The Savages’ Dilemma (II)

In reality, Mance Rayder wasn't the kind of person with a powerful charismatic personality capable of winning the hearts of all free folk and uniting them closely around him. The main reason he was able to embark on this path of conquest was due to the full support of the Nightrunners. Originally, everything was proceeding methodically according to his plan, but the sudden appearance of the White Walkers and the Black Wizards over a decade ago completely disrupted his arrangements. The Thenns, once the most powerful people beyond the Wall, were almost completely wiped out overnight, with no trace of either the living or the dead. The giants who lived next to them also mysteriously disappeared, and even the giant tribes who originally grazed mammoths near the Great Ice River vanished without a trace.

In the following years, the Stoneborn and Cave Dweller clans also suffered intense attacks and heavy casualties. Countless free folk who originally lived in the northern regions had to migrate south on a large scale. Even the cannibals and seal people living in the Great Ice River joined this exodus.

Faced with the enormous pressure of life and death, these people had no choice but to unite closely and unanimously elected Mance Rayder, who was still relatively strong, as the new King-Beyond-the-Wall.

The reason they had their people launch such a suicidal attack was out of sheer desperation. Because the White Walkers from the distant Land of Always Winter had reappeared, and this time the enemy was coming on fiercely. According to the skinchangers' reconnaissance, the number of resurrected dead was so large that it was staggering.

More than a year had passed since the last thrilling battle, when Mance Rayder took the lead and led a mighty army of free folk in a life-and-death contest against the terrifying wights. Just when the battle was in a stalemate and victory or defeat was difficult to determine, something unexpected happened—a large number of the originally fierce White Walkers suddenly fell down one after another, instantly turning into piles of ghastly and terrifying bones. This sudden change greatly boosted the morale of the free folk, and they finally achieved an unprecedented great victory.

However, the good times did not last long. After only a year of recuperation, the White Walkers surged again like a tide. To make matters worse, the climate this year was particularly cold, and the free folk had been facing a severe food shortage since the beginning of winter. Under such difficult and arduous circumstances, Mance Rayder and the leaders, after careful consideration, resolutely made a painful decision: to send the old, weak, sick, and disabled in the team to launch a suicidal charge against the Wall.

The garrison on the wall could never have imagined that the attackers who were desperately attacking the wall below were all gray-haired old people and sick and injured personnel. Such people had no power to fight back in the face of the powerful Others, but would only make the terrifying army of the dead even stronger. But if they were kept in the team, they would inevitably consume the already extremely precious food and winter supplies. Therefore, they resolutely chose to embark on this road of no return, using their lives to exchange for the hope of women and children to survive.

The wildling leader, Thoren, bit his lip tightly. He suddenly raised the heavy axe in his hand and slammed it hard on the ground, as if to vent all the grief and helplessness in his heart. He covered his face tightly, his fingers digging deep into his skin, trying not to cry. Among that group of people were not only his father and mother, but also his son who had suffered severe frostbite!

All the leaders present had relatives in the team below. These people knew that they had become a burden to the migration team, but they still resolutely threw themselves into this suicidal attack.

The guards on the wall stared at the fearless wildlings below, and couldn't help but feel suspicious. They really couldn't understand what kind of power drove these wildlings to fight so desperately. In one day alone, there were more than two thousand cold corpses in Castle Black!

At this moment, an icy cold wind howled past, dispersing some of the lingering smoke. Jon took the opportunity to look through the strong wind and saw Mance Rayder standing on the distant mountain peak. He felt that there must be a deeper reason hidden.

So, Jon made up his mind to send skinchangers to infiltrate the enemy's camp to find out the real situation of the wildlings. However, this was not an easy task. Because both the enemy and ourselves had skinchangers, everyone had long been wary of this method. As long as they saw animals wandering on the battlefield, they would immediately shoot them to death with an arrow.

At this moment, the wildlings under the city were still launching fierce attacks on the city wall like a tide, desperately climbing upwards. Although they had suffered heavy casualties, the unwavering, death-defying determination could still be seen in their eyes.

Jon silently vowed to find a way to end this tragic conflict.

And on the Frostfangs, some distance away, countless pale figures stood tall on the peaks, these beings that made the wildlings tremble with fear were the Others.

Among this group of Others, there was an exceptionally tall individual, wearing a crystal-clear ice crown on his head, shimmering with a dazzling and mysterious light. Without a doubt, this was the Night King, and the ice crown was condensed from the power of the gods.

The ancient alien god's decree to the Night King was to slaughter more innocent humans in extreme panic! As long as he could collect enough negative emotional energy, the Night King could break free from his shackles and be reborn with this powerful force.

Strangely enough, the Night King was really unlucky. Just a year ago, when he led his troops to pursue the Three-Eyed Raven, he personally led his men deep into the underground cave. Unexpectedly, the Three-Eyed Raven's hiding place suddenly exploded violently, and countless huge caves collapsed in an instant, with rolling flames sweeping in like turbulent waves. It should be known that the Others are not truly immortal beings. This sudden disaster led to the almost complete annihilation of the attacking force, and only the severely injured Night King survived by chance, but it also took more than a year to recover.

Because hundreds of Others died tragically, the wights controlled by their spells naturally collapsed. As a result, the front-line battle situation took a turn for the worse, and the wildlings took the opportunity to counterattack, successfully thwarting the Others' plot to snatch wildling children. In desperation, the Night King had no choice but to order a retreat, and returned sadly to the extremely cold Land of Always Winter to recuperate and bide his time.

Now is the time for them to come back, the Night King raised his ice spear and roared loudly. At the foot of the mountain, the boundless army of wights is marching in neat steps through the frozen Grand Canyon.