Dozens of surviving soldiers held torches and fought their way out of the lowest level of the Stark Cemetery, catching the wights by surprise.
However, these ghouls have no fear. Their bodies have died long ago and now they only rely on some mysterious power to maintain their activities. Their brains cannot function and they blindly execute the Night King's orders.
Immediately, the corpses let out a piercing howl, and then rushed towards the group of human soldiers.
For this group of dead people, the power of life was a beacon in the darkness, a drop of shit that attracted flies, attracting them all. The corpses swarmed in, and dozens of survivors drew their swords to fight.
Bunyan was the leader of this group of soldiers.
Ser Alliser Thorne is the master of the Night's Watch, but Benjen is the chief ranger. The two have similar official positions, and neither can command the other.
However, most of the surviving soldiers are from the north, and they are naturally willing to obey the orders of a member of the Stark family, rather than the words of a southerner who doesn't know where they came from.
The light of the torch illuminated the dark cellar. The ghouls relied on their instincts to search for any life. In such a dark environment, the human eyes were not as sensitive as the ghouls' instincts.
Fortunately, there were a lot of war supplies stored in the cellar. In addition to food, there were also armor, weapons, kerosene and firewood.
"kill!"
Immediately, a man with dark brown hair and a long face, wearing a black animal skin, holding a long sword in one hand under the light of the torch, rushed to the front.
The corpses on the upper floor of the cellar saw the living people howling and rushed towards them.
Click——
Then Bunyan nimbly dodged and chopped off his head with a backhand sword.
"Ho--"
However, after the corpse's head was chopped off, his body was still scratching and biting randomly.
The head that fell to the ground could not scream, but the blue eyes were still clearly visible, flashing with madness.
Immediately, the chief ranger moved very quickly, and the obsidian dagger in his left hand stabbed directly into the chest of the headless ghoul.
puff--
Dragon crystal daggers are extremely sharp, even sharper than weapons made of steel, but are relatively fragile and are suitable for ending the enemy's life rather than fighting.
The dagger pierced the chest of the headless corpse, just like piercing the body of a scarecrow, without any feeling of flesh and blood.
The corpse's movements froze in place for an instant, and then it seemed as if all its strength had been taken away, and its body collapsed softly.
Completely dead.
The body of the headless ghoul was killed, but his head was still cracking and cracking with his mouth open, as if he wanted to bite human toes.
Click——
But it was stomped to pieces by Yoren the Wave Crow who rushed up from behind.
Another ghoul also rushed forward, and then Yoren held a torch and stuffed it directly into the ghoul's mouth, burning him to the point of screaming, and then killed him with a dragonglass dagger.
The sudden movement of human survivors alarmed all the wights in Winterfell, and all the wights rushed towards here.
But now there are only a few dozen survivors left, surrounded by people.
The survivors had now rushed out of the dark cellar and arrived on the ground of Winterfell. They formed a circular formation to face enemies from all directions and fell into a bitter battle.
Click——
Ser Alliser Thorne chopped down a charging wight with one sword, his chest heaving and breathing heavily, and white mist exhaled from his mouth.
Beside him, a soldier of the Karstark family was thrown to the ground by the ghoul and gnawed on his cheek crazily, screaming in agony.
"Damn it!"
Then the instructor from Black Castle, who had a bit of gray hair, took out a dragon crystal dagger and stabbed the ghoul hard into the back of the heart.
The ghoul screamed and was unable to move in an instant and died immediately. However, the face of the soldier of the Karstark family had been chewed to pieces and he died in a pool of blood.
"Bunyan! We can't fight here!"
"Otherwise everyone will die here!"
Ser Alliser fought desperately while wielding his sword, and shouted loudly to Benyan on the other hand.
The chief ranger naturally understood this truth. The man with black hair and long face gritted his teeth slightly and glanced at the surrounding environment.
More and more wights have gathered. The gate of Winterfell has been closed by the wights for some unknown reason. There is definitely no time to rush over and seize the city gate. The only option is to go to the nearest city wall...
"Follow me!"
Then Bunyan gritted his teeth and led the remaining survivors to break out of the siege and fight toward the city wall.
In fact, they are lucky. After such a long time, the number of zombies left in Winterfell is indeed very small. There are probably only a few hundred wandering zombies.
Otherwise, if an army of tens of thousands of ghouls stays here, even if each of these dozens of people is possessed by the Demon Mountain, they will not be able to break out.
"kill!"
Bunyan still took the lead and led the soldiers towards the city wall.
The surviving soldiers also burst out with strong will and paid a heavy price. They actually broke out of the encirclement of the corpses and fled to the city wall.
"Ho--"
The corpses let out shrill howls and chased after them crazily.
Now that so much time has passed since that battle, there are still traces of the original war on the walls of Winterfell.
There were wanton bloodstains, the broken flag of the Stark family, a big hole burned out of the direwolf's coat of arms, the damaged city wall also had traces of being blackened by the flames, and there were densely scattered arrows in the arrow cage.
However, even so, the thick snow on the ground still covered up most of the traces, and the story of mankind's bitter struggle here was buried under the frost.
Then Bunyan kicked down the unused kerosene from the top of the city, threw the torch he was holding, and ignited the kerosene.
In an instant, the fire ignited, blocking the corpses from climbing up the city wall.
The chief ranger gasped slightly, then turned around and came to the blackened battlements.
He held his hands on the battlements and looked at the deep heights below, and then at the remaining people around him, who had killed and injured most of them in just a few moments.
The man's throat moved and he swallowed lightly.
But at this moment, silence is better than sound. There is no need to say anything, everyone already knows what to do.
They gritted their teeth tightly and nodded to each other to show encouragement.
Bunyan climbed onto the battlement first, and then jumped off without hesitation.
Then came Alliser Thorne, who was already in his forties, Yoren the Wandering Crow, and the rest of the surviving coalition soldiers, only a dozen of them left, jumped off the battlements one after another.
And not far away.
Flames and thick smoke suddenly rose in Winterfell. The Night King, who was riding a skeleton horse, turned his head, his eyes burning with ice-blue flames.
He saw everything that had just happened, and he also saw them jumping off the city wall.
However, the Night King was not prepared to chase after them. They were just a dozen humans struggling to survive, and it was too late for him to take action himself.
As they stay in this land shrouded in cold, death will embrace them sooner or later.
Then the Night King rode his horse into Winterfell. With his footsteps, the snow and wind in Winterfell became even bigger.
And in the crypts of Winterfell.
Under the shroud of darkness, a slight tremor seemed to suddenly come from the tombs of the previous kings in the north.
Crash--
The dust above the head fell down, and the gravel trembled.