Time, at this moment, seemed to be pressed into slow motion.
"Blood Axe" Ragnar's body stiffened.
His crimson eyes were wide with disbelief as he lowered his head.
He stared at the longsword piercing his chest.
A sensation of numbness exploded from the wound, instantly engulfing his entire body, brutally stripping away his control over his own movements.
"Is... it poisoned?"
"Hoo... hoo..."
Ragnar opened his mouth, wanting to let out a final roar.
But only air mixed with bloody foam gurgled from his throat.
His strength, which he was so proud of, his body as strong as a giant bear, seemed so fragile at this moment.
Lynn's gaze turned ruthless.
He sharply twisted his wrist.
The longsword brutally twisted within Ragnar's warm flesh.
Completely shattering his heart.
"Ah—!"
The intense pain made Ragnar let out a short, piercing shriek.
The fierce light in his eyes rapidly dimmed.
Lynn abruptly pulled out the longsword.
Warm blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing all over his hand.
Ragnar's tower-like body swayed.
Then, with a thud, he fell straight backward.
He hit the ground heavily, kicking up a spray of ice and snow.
[Killed Wildling Tribe Leader x1, Experience +5]
In his mind, the system's cold notification arrived as expected.
Lynn glanced at his panel.
Killing a leader actually gave him 5 experience points!
Indeed, the stronger the opponent, the more experience he gained from killing them!
Lynn suppressed the joy in his heart, suddenly feeling a slight numbness in his hand.
Looking at the bloodstains on his hand, Lynn frowned deeply.
The poison was still too potent; even the enemy's blood had a numbing effect. Fortunately, the reduced concentration had already weakened it significantly.
It seemed that applying poison must be combined with ranged weapons.
Only then did he understand what Master Aemon meant by a double-edged sword.
Lynn carefully observed again.
This numbing poison didn't make people lose the sensation of pain; it only made them lose control over their bodies, which was very overbearing.
Lynn then quickly wiped the bloodstains clean with his clothes, his gaze sweeping around.
The Wildlings who were still stubbornly resisting had witnessed their strongest leader slaughtered like livestock.
The last bit of fighting spirit in their eyes was completely extinguished.
"The leader is dead!"
"Ragnar is dead!"
Someone, in the Wildling language, let out a desperate scream.
The morale of the entire tribe instantly collapsed.
The Wildlings dropped their weapons.
They cried and screamed, fleeing madly out of the valley like a startled herd.
"Don't let them escape!"
Lynn's voice suddenly boomed.
These were all walking experience points!
The teams led by Toren and Harvey outflanked them from both sides.
The archers also emerged from the shadows, nocking arrows and aiming at the fleeing figures.
A chase and a massacre unfolded in the chaotic camp.
The Wildlings, having lost their will to fight, were no match for the well-equipped and high-spirited Northern soldiers.
The battle ended quickly.
Throughout the entire valley, apart from a few who were captured, not a single Wildling capable of standing was to be seen.
The air was filled with a heavy scent of blood.
"My Lord!"
Toren quickly walked up to Lynn, his face filled with uncontrollable excitement and admiration.
"We won! We annihilated them all!"
"What are the casualties?"
This was what Lynn cared about most.
"Only five brothers sustained minor injuries, no one died in action!"
Toren's voice was full of pride.
Their Lord Lynn was simply incredible.
Winning against superior numbers, and annihilating a Wildling Tribe of five hundred with almost zero casualties for a hundred men!
Although the methods were a bit un-Northern.
But the results were gratifying.
This was simply a mythical victory!
The way all the Guards looked at Lynn changed.
It was a genuine admiration and trust for a strong person.
[Your soldiers killed Wildlings x527, Experience +612]
"Upgrade Single Handed Sword to the next level!"
"Use the rest to upgrade Light Sword!"
[Consumed 500 experience points, Single Handed Sword (Proficiency) 0 → 500 experience full]
[Single Handed Sword (Proficiency) → (Expert) 0 / 1000]
[Remaining total experience: 160]
[Consumed 160 experience points, Light Sword (Proficiency) 0 → 160]
[Light Sword (Proficiency) 160 / 500]
A vast understanding of combat washed over Lynn's mind.
He felt as if he had experienced thousands of life-or-death battles, and his understanding of the Single Handed Sword he had already mastered leaped from "proficient application" to the realm of "thorough comprehension."
The transmission of power, the choice of angles, the timing of strikes... everything became instinct.
"Is this the Expert level?"
Lynn murmured to himself, then gave the command.
"Clean up the battlefield."
"Collect all weapons and valuable items."
The Guards interrogated these Wildlings, but the Wildlings only stared at them with hateful eyes and tried to bite the Guards.
"Forget it, these captured Wildlings will only be executed by Lord Mormont if we take them back."
"Question them first, don't torture them, then give them a quick end!"
This was unavoidable.
Being watched by a group of people.
On one side were the Wildlings as enemies, on the other was the Lord Commander's order; the choice was obvious.
If they were released, that would be treason. If anyone leaked even a hint of it upon their return, there would only be death.
First Men's honor prevented the Wildlings from submitting to the kings south of the Wall.
The grudges of their ancestors.
Thousands of years of slaughter.
Hatred was not easily resolved.
At least at this stage, without the pressure of the Others, these Wildlings did not intend to go south to avoid the Others.
Only when the Others approached would they become anxious.
That would be the key to reconciliation.
Lynn certainly had the idea of subduing them, especially the Giant race, who would be invincible with the Great Stump, but it would definitely not be at this stage.
At least for now, Lynn was unable to persuade those ferocious Wildlings.
Soon, Lynn gained 44 more experience points.
Then, the Guards began to excitedly search through the camp again.
Lynn, meanwhile, walked into the huge bearskin tent.
Inside the tent, a strong, foul odor assailed him.
He didn't know how long Ragnar hadn't cleaned himself; he reeked terribly.
The ground was covered with messy animal hides, and in a corner, some human skulls were piled up.
These were clearly Ragnar's "trophies."
And also Lynn's former Crow comrades.
Lynn frowned and began to search carefully.
A tribal leader's tent should always have some good things.
Soon, his gaze was drawn to a wooden box placed on the animal skin bedhead.
The wooden box was very ancient, inlaid with some twisted runes made of an unknown metal.
Lynn pried open the clasp with his dagger.
Inside the box, there was no gold or silver treasure, nor was there any magical frostheart grass.
Only a roll of map made from tanned human skin, and a few black, stone-like objects.
Lynn picked up the black stones.
The stones were cold to the touch but very light in texture.
Their surface was smooth, like glass.
Dragonglass!
Lynn examined them carefully again.
That's right!
Lynn's heart skipped a beat.
This stuff was the bane of the Others!
In the later Long Night, its value was comparable to valyrian steel!
He hadn't expected to find such a good thing in a Wildling Tribe leader's box.
Lynn suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, carefully putting the dragonglass into his embrace.
Then, he unrolled the human skin map.
The map was very crudely drawn, using charred charcoal and an unknown red liquid.
It showed the terrain of the Haunted Forest and the surrounding areas.
Lynn couldn't understand most of the places.
But in the center of the map, a symbol resembling an eye, drawn with red dye, instantly captured all of Lynn's attention.
Next to the symbol, there was also a line of small text written in the ancient language of First Men.
Lynn couldn't understand it.
But he knew this thing must be very important.
This might be why Ragnar's tribe appeared here.
They seemed to be looking for the place marked on the map.
"My Lord!"
Toren's voice came from outside the tent.
"We found something!"
Lynn carefully put away the map close to his body and walked out of the tent.
He saw several Guards gathered around a half-burned tent, discussing animatedly.
Lynn walked over.
In the ruins of the tent, he saw several corpses.
But the corpses were somewhat unusual.
Their eyes were a strange, sapphire-like color.
Reflected in the flickering firelight, those eyes stared eerily at the gray sky.
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