Stannis also knew about Danny's suicide squad heading north to the Ghastly Forest to capture deviant ghosts, but he did not intend to participate.
Firstly, he did not want to work with the Dragon Queen. He could not bear to see her riding on a dragon and showing off her might.
It was also because of the dark schemes in his heart that when he interacted with the people involved, he would be reminded of his own unworthiness. Normally, he was strict with himself and was proud of his noble morals and character (Erlu worked hard and successfully believed that he had nothing to do with Renly's death). Plotting to kill the Dragon Queen was contrary to his values.
Secondly, even if he claimed to be the savior many times, fighting for the Iron Throne only had one goal: to unite the forces of the Seven Kingdoms under the rightful king — which was himself — and fight against the evil deviant gods in the North.
But in reality, Stannis had never seen deviant ghosts before, and did not understand the meaning of 'Child of Prophecy to end the long night'.
To put it bluntly, fighting deviant ghosts was just a political slogan for the Deer Party. Raising a flag to ensure that they stood on the moral high ground.
As for the threat of deviant ghosts, they had never even seen them before, so they could not agree with it from the bottom of their hearts.
In the end, the Deer Party was very tired and did not have the energy to torment the Dragon Queen.
The raid on the camp of the barbarians only took a morning and ended completely after lunch. It did not seem to take much energy.
But the Deer Party was not a Night Watcher and had always been stationed at the Great Wall. They set off from Dragonstone Island and sailed on the sea for a few months, crossing thousands of miles of sea to Eastwatch. They did not have time to rest before they immediately rushed towards Dark Castle.
This was beyond the Great Wall, where the temperature at night was more than ten degrees below zero!
The Deer Party were all Southerners. After traveling 250 kilometers in the snow, they finally arrived outside the camp of the barbarians.
But to ensure the surprise of the raid, they had to enter the Ghastly Forest in the middle of the night, take a big detour, and hide the cavalry behind the camp of the barbarians …
Just like that, they fought fiercely for a morning, and tragically two hundred heavy cavalry were torn apart by a few hundred giants.
After that, they had to detain the captives, clean up the battlefield, treat the wounded … At night, they even had to burn the corpses of the dead. After being taunted by the Dragon Queen, they were too tired, physically and mentally. They didn't even have the energy to scheme.
So the Staghants were still asleep when cries and curses and fighting rose from the camp outside the city, and when the Night's Watch blew three trumpets to call for help from King Stannis, Erlu rose from his bed in a daze and refused the red pomegranate without hesitation.
"I don't care about the life and death of the barbarians, but I also understand that the barbarians can be resurrected after death. The more barbarians died, the more trouble they would face in the future. However, after yesterday's battle, the cavalry under my command exhausted all their strength. They won't be able to recover without two or three days.
Furthermore, it is difficult to discern the enemy's situation at night. What if the Other Ghost Army is lying in ambush? What should we do? "Stannis gritted his teeth and said with an ugly expression.
As one of the top three generals in the Westeros (Barristan's comment), Erlu understood the principle of "know your enemy and know yourself, and you will never be defeated."
He and his knights had never fought with the Other Ghosts before, and he definitely didn't want to give up his first time in such a daze.
If his thousand cavalry fell under the Great Wall in one fell swoop (like the Dothraki Roaring Warriors under Mother Dragon in the last season of "Game of Thrones"), how would he have the capital to become the Child of Prophecy?
Bowen Maxi helplessly left the command tower and climbed up the wall. He urged the trumpeters to blow the trumpets as hard as they could.
"I only hope that Her Majesty Danny Rize can hear the trumpets and bring dragons to help." He said to One-Armed Tanner helplessly.
Finally, he seemed to have an epiphany. "A True Dragon is a King of Dragons!"
.....
Danny's new savage camp had taken in more than twelve thousand fleeing savages. They weren't considered savages in the Great Wall for the time being, and their future was uncertain. They could either continue to be savages, follow the Dragon Queen to the other side of the narrow sea to beg for food, or work for the Night Watchers and rent themselves out.
But since Danny had saved them from Erlu, she wouldn't leave them to rot under the Great Wall. She had always despised the savages for their chaotic management, lack of social system, lack of organization and lawlessness.
Barristan started taking in the savages in the morning and was busy until the sun set in the west.
According to Danny's instructions, he organized the savages in the camp into temporary households according to their tribe, customs and region. The camp was divided into twelve areas, which were divided into twelve thousand-man brigades, one hundred and twenty hundred-man squadrons, and one hundred and twenty ten-man squadrons.
Be it chiliarchs, centurions or ten-man squadrons, they were all elected by the savages themselves. The Dragon Queen and Barristan didn't interfere.
Other than the chiliarchs, who had to report to Barristan and the Dragon Queen to recognize their faces, the other captains didn't even need to be informed of Danny's appointment or dismissal.
Hence, when the Ghouls attacked, the camp didn't collapse.
"Huff, huff, huff …"
As the first group of Ghouls with blue eyes appeared at the edge of the forest, a strong wind rose from the ground and wrapped around the bodies of the people like poisonous snakes, taking away their warmth.
Then, the silver-gray sky darkened, as if a layer of gauze covered the full moon in the sky.
The north wind rose, bringing a milky white fog to the camp.
"Be careful, those damned things are coming!" Morona, who was guarding the crematorium, woke up from her sleep. She picked up the spear beside her and shouted to the savages around her.
"What?" On the other side, First Father Eugen didn't react at first, but when he looked up into the forest, he immediately shuddered at the sight of the dense, icy-blue eyes of the dead people.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang —" He frantically hit the gong beside him, shouting as he ran toward the camp, "Ghouls are attacking, the Ghouls are attacking! Wake up, stop sleeping, there are hundreds and thousands of dead people. Burn wood, tents, oil barrels, quick! "
Soon, Wale rode a horse and started running around the camp. "Children and elders, go to the base of the wall. Men and spearwomen, follow me to the crematorium."
The savages were far more experienced in dealing with Ghouls than the Night Watchers. They had been dealing with Deviant Ghosts for many years.
At least their mental fortitude was good enough, and the team didn't collapse.
When the first group of about four hundred Ghouls with icy-blue eyes walked out of the forest, Morona, Eugen, Big Sea Elephant and Wale had already led more than a thousand savages to form the first line of defense in front of the new camp with the crematorium as their stronghold.
Fortunately, in order to reduce the workload, the crematorium was built in the old camp using local materials.
With the forest at the back, it was convenient to cut wood and collect firewood, as well as to collect corpses from the old camp. The old camp was right opposite the new one, blocking the path of the Deviant Ghosts.
Well, the Ghouls weren't stupid either. They went around the crematorium that was still burning with residual heat and charcoal.
"What's going on?" First Father Eugen held a torch in his left hand and a bronze machete in his right. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he looked at the increasing number of blue-eyed Ghouls gathering to the east of the crematorium.
Eugen was the leader of a tribe of barbarians. He had eighteen wives and countless children. He wasn't even sure and didn't care how many of them belonged to him. That was why he was nicknamed "Big Daddy".
It was also because he had too many wives and children that he didn't escape into the forest. Instead, he joined the new camp and prepared to fight on the other side of the narrow sea.
"Something's not right. Why aren't they rushing over like before? What are they waiting for?"
He had already guessed what the Ghouls were waiting for, but the truth was too terrifying. He desperately wanted to get a different answer from his companions.
Wale immediately shattered First Father Eugen's fantasy. "There are White Ghouls. The White Ghouls are controlling them. They're waiting for all the Ghouls in the forest to come out and attack us together."
"Damn it. Didn't Dragon Queen go to capture the White Ghouls? Why are the White Ghouls coming here instead? "Sea Elephant shouted.
Sea Elephant was the leader of the Sea Folk Tribe of the Frozen Coast. He was a big guy with a big beard who looked like Hagrid from Harry Potter.
He was already impressed by Dragon Queen during the Tripartite Conference.
If Mansred hadn't mentioned the third clause of the Tripartite Lease Agreement (there was no need to sign the agreement immediately, and the savages were allowed to observe), he would have signed the agreement long ago.
"The Night Watchers are blowing their horns with all their might. They're probably trying to summon Dragon Queen," Wale muttered.
"Will the Night Watchers come out? That Red God King, doesn't he have heavy cavalry? It's time for them to come out and disperse the army of the dead, "said Morona, the spearwoman wearing a white weirwood mask.
Morona was the leader of a small tribe and didn't have the right to participate in the Tripartite Conference. However, she was still a wizard. She was smart and knew how to respect others. She was one of the first people to sign the lease agreement with Dragon Queen.
"Don't think about it. The city gates are tightly shut. No one is coming out. The King of Red Heart doesn't care about the lives of his people, "Wale shook his head.
"Be careful, they're coming!" A savage shouted sharply.
The Ghouls didn't shout. In fact, the army of thousands didn't make a single sound other than the sound of running across the mud.
They were frighteningly fast. They didn't stumble like the zombies, and were almost as fast as a normal person running.
As the Ghouls approached, gusts of cold wind blew the savages' hair away. The bone-chilling cold caused the flames on the torches to shrink.
"Kill!" First Father roared and swung the torch in his hand at the Ghouls.
"Bang!" It hit the one-armed Ghoul's face. The oil on the torch stuck to its face. In the blink of an eye, its entire head started burning. The fire even spread to its lower body.
The Ghouls were extremely easy to burn. It was as if their skin was cloth soaked in oil.
First Father raised his right foot and kicked the Ghoul's abdomen.
"Boom!" While flying in the air, the burning corpse ghost exploded into two pieces, landing on the bodies of two other corpse ghosts that were running over.
"Boom, boom!" Two more torches.
"Haha, trash, die!" Big Sea Elephant laughed proudly.
"Tch!" The sound of something breaking through the air rang out. A cold light attacked him.
First Father was indeed experienced. He didn't use the torch in his left hand to block the enemy's weapon. Instead, he raised the bronze sword in his right hand and welcomed the attack.
"Crack!" The cold white light drew an arc in the air without any delay. First Father's expression froze. A line of blood slid from his forehead to his chin.
"Plop!" First Father, who had dominated beyond the Great Wall for decades, fell to the ground. His limbs twitched a few times … but he soon struggled to get up.
"Tch —" The torch in his left hand flickered … and was extinguished.
There was no cry of pain. It was still the same face. From his forehead to the tip of his nose, his lips were split in two, and all the way to his chin, there was a line of blood that had solidified.
He held the extinguished wooden stick in his left hand and the broken bronze knife in his right hand. He turned around and looked at Morona who was not far away …
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