The cold wind mixed with snowflakes rushed towards his face, leaving scars on Boris's face like a knife. The man in his twenties looked like a middle-aged man in his forties.
He wrapped his cloak tightly and ordered everyone to stop and camp on the spot. Several rangers and more than 20 people began to cut down trees around them as materials for making fires at night. Some soldiers were responsible for digging trenches and setting up traps to prevent
Attacked by wild beasts and other creatures.
Others began to dig cesspits. This was a rule set by Lord Lord Rhodes. No matter where they went, Kislev's army must dig cesspools to keep the camp dry and hygienic. The Great Wall guards abided by such regulations. Even in inaccessible places
of wilderness areas.
"so cold……"
Looking at the slowly dancing snowflakes in the sky, Boris felt chilled to the bone. He stretched his hands towards the bonfire to get enough heat.
The soldiers who were responsible for felling the wood had returned and brought enough wood. Some of it was used to make fires, and some of it was sharpened and used as sharp stakes to bury in traps.
The temperature of the flame made Boris feel the slightest warmth. Since military regulations prohibited drinking, they did not bring any vodka. When they were bored, they could only spend their time by bragging and chatting.
However, at this moment, Boris had no time to blend in with them. He sat by the fire and stared at the fire burning in the snow. Dennis's face was looming in the flames.
Yes, how long has it been since I last saw her?
I heard that she has become the queen, and I heard that order has been restored in Kislev. I heard that the great lord Rhodes is stationed in Kislev city to help the queen handle various government affairs. I heard...
Yes, he could only hear about it. He was concerned about what was happening in the distance, but he could not get exact information. By the time a lot of information reached the Great Wall, several weeks had passed.
Boris just misses, he misses the old days, the days when he and Denise were entangled in the palace. But those times have passed for a long time after all. He still remembers Denise's appearance, her voice, and her character.
, remembering everything about her. But she... seems to have forgotten him, forgotten him on the edge of this world, and allowed him to rot.
How much I miss you...Dennis...
Boris called his sweetheart's name at night, but there was no response except the endless sound of wind. He thought that he was really forgotten in the dark place at the edge of the world.
Missing Dennis is the only motivation for him to live. However, the growth of his lover makes this hope of waiting become increasingly slim. She is already the queen, but she is still an exile. She could have taken her back
, however, no... Boris doesn't know what Dennis thinks? But the reality is - he still has to serve on the Great Wall.
Suddenly, Boris remembered the time when he was young and heard that Lord Rhodes was going north, and he was eager to try it. Now, he has really gone north, but he will always stay in this windy, snowy and cold place.
The loss made Boris even more numb. In the past, he was full of fear of death, but now, he only wanted to die. The pain of losing his lover was unbearable for him, and only death was the only relief.
This is why every time there is a war, Boris always rushes to the front line. He wears light armor and fights bravely. Even among the beastmen, he is not afraid. Many people think that this young officer is commendable for his courage.
, but he didn’t know that he was tortured in his heart.
Sometimes, Boris feels that he is similar to the butchers among the dwarves. He is not afraid of death and even pursues death. However, when he thinks about it carefully, he is much worse than those dwarf butchers. The dwarf butchers at least pursue a glorious and meaningful death in battle.
Death. And what he pursues is just a simple death, even if it is meaningless and without glory, and he can die in the hands of an unknown person. This makes Boris reprimand himself even more.
Father, what would the mentor think when he saw what he looked like? He forced himself not to think too much, wrapped his cloak tightly, and fell asleep calmly.
…
In the middle of the night, a beast-like roar awoke Boris from his sleep. Just as he was about to get up, he saw heavy black shadows not far away. The huge shadow enveloped the entire camp like a giant beast. Not only Boris himself, but many
The Night Watch soldiers and rangers were awakened at the same time. They pulled out their weapons, but before they had time to resist, they were knocked down and crushed by the huge figure.
Ho ho ho…
There were deep roars, wild roars, and the sound of clumsy weapons tearing flesh apart. It was obvious that the beastmen were coming! They launched a sneak attack.
Fortunately, they had laid many traps before setting up camp, preventing the Beastman troops from overwhelming the entire camp in an instant. Many horned beasts fell on the way to the charge. There were sharp wooden stakes buried under the trench that was half a man high, enough to kill anyone.
A lost beast.
However, there were still many beastmen who rushed into the camp, stepping on the corpses of their own kind, and massacred everyone. The Night's Watch force of only a hundred people was obviously so powerless when surrounded and attacked by hundreds of beastmen.
Boris was just about to ride a horse and lead his troops to break out. A minotaur holding a mallet rushed up in front of him. Under the violent force, the horse's head was smashed in an instant, and it fell bloody.
Boris had no choice but to bite the bullet. He had no choice. Of course, he was not afraid of the darkness. After the tauren hammered the horse to death, he grabbed the night watch soldier and held the human soldier like a child.
Holding it in the palm of his hand, he twisted his cervical vertebrae with a strong force...
The sound of cracking bones was heard, and the night watchman slipped lifelessly from the hands of the minotaur. Boris knew that the man was dead. This was the same as breaking his neck, there was no possibility of survival.
Angry, Boris rushed towards the minotaur.
He roared and rushed forward, and the tauren obviously noticed this desperate human. It roared and swung the mallet, and hit Boris with a hammer. However, this human warrior was so agile, and Boris wasted no time before he swung the mallet.
In an instant, his body sank violently, and he used the inertia of the charge to slide forward. The sharp iron sword stabbed open the Minotaur's thick thigh. Blood quickly flowed out from the wound.
The injured tauren warrior roared angrily, swung the huge mallet, and limped towards the tiny human soldier on the ground. However, it didn't know that what he was fighting was not an ordinary human soldier in the first place.
.Years of actual combat experience made Boris unafraid in the face of crushing beasts, and his desire to seek death made him extremely brave. When the Minotaur swung the mallet again, Boris rolled and dodged.
A heavy mallet attack, and when he stood up, he stabbed the tauren's soft belly with his sword.
When the sword was drawn, the minotaur's intestines and blood were already flowing out.
The giant beast covered its wound and roared in pain. But Boris did not give it a moment to breathe. He held the sword in one hand and with extremely agile skills, he jumped on the tauren's back in twos and twos. When the opponent struggled and roared,
, holding the tauren's horn with one hand, and cutting its throat with a knife across the other hand.
Dirty blood spurted out, and Boris jumped to the other side just before he fell to the ground. Just as he looked at his trophies with pride, more beastmen roared around him. More and more.
Many beastmen broke through the trap and rushed in from all directions. There were no high walls or artillery. Fear and despair spread rapidly among the crowd...