( Jason Mallister's perspective)
We've lost another 100, and the Ironborn are surging towards us like an endless tide. It's as if they'll multiply if we kill them. We're tired of killing, but they don't seem to be tired of death.
We slowly began to lose some points on the Wall. They were capturing the Wall, and we were pushing it back. It was like a life-or-death tug-of-war. I retreated from the front lines, wanting to rest and catch my breath. For a moment, I was immersed in the joy of gazing at the eagles soaring in the sky.
Seeing the eagle that symbolizes my family, I was filled with strength again. I took this as a sign from the Seven and was preparing to draw my sword and go into battle again when the eagle suddenly swooped down.
It was so fast that I couldn't keep up with its eyes. The eagle suddenly swooped down on a Ironborn on the Ironborn the Wall. Although he was my enemy, I felt sorry for him because the eagle, with its razor-sharp talons, tore his face to shreds in one strike. Then, the eagle circled in the air and began to fly towards me. In a panic, I tried to protect my face, so I used my arm to shield it.
Just as I awaited the eagle's sharp talons, I opened my eyes and looked through my arms, hardly believing what I saw. The giant eagle grew larger and larger, suddenly transforming into a person covered in branches, leaves, and moss. This person wore a wooden old man mask and spoke.
"Are you Lord Jason Mallister?"
"Yes"
"I am Emre the Druid, a druid and servant of the Old Gods. The Old Gods have sent me to aid the North in this war. Although you and your family do not believe in the Old Gods, He is magnanimous."
I still don't understand how an eagle could turn into a human, but it happened right before my eyes. The man turned to the wall, bowed his head, and said...
(Male protagonist's perspective)
Jelmio sumby ( Wind Shield )
I looked down from the Wall and saw about 4,000 Predators trying to climb the Wall. Overwhelmed by their numbers and the barrage of arrows, many sections of the Wall began to crumble. After applying all my Buff, I summoned my familiars and Buff them as well.
( Jason Mallister's perspective)
He kept saying things I couldn't understand.
Vocadyni (Summon Familiar) Po, Erebus, Im ·
In an instant, three enormous figures appeared, two in the air and one on the ground. It was as if bottomless pits had appeared in the sky and on the ground, from which flew two giant birds as black as night and a snake three or four meters long. Then the man spoke.
"Go and wipe them all out!"
Two black birds swooped down on the Ironborn. These birds were larger than eagles, but looked like Crow. I couldn't understand what I was seeing, and what the snake did was even more incomprehensible. It burrowed into the Wall as if it were made of sand, leaving not even a hole. He turned to me and said.
"I know what you've seen is shocking, but I need the Lord of Seagard to be fully conscious."
He clapped his hands, waking me from my unconsciousness. Everyone who witnessed it stood there like statues. That's all I could say.
"Who are you?"
"To be honest, you've never heard of me, Emre the Druid. I'm quite famous in the North, and you're not far from there. You've at least heard my name, haven't you?"
When I heard his name again, I remembered hearing about a god-like person in the North who had healing abilities and could transform into animals, but most of the time, such rumors were just gossip. But here he was, standing right in front of me. He said.
"My familiar and I will guard this side of the Wall, pull your people to the other side, and drive the Ironborn back to the sea."
We were too few in number, and I had no choice but to trust him. So I ordered everyone to guard the western the Wall. The Druid looked back at the Wall and stretched out his hands to the Ironborn who were trying to climb the stairs.
Incoinfra ( the Dwellers Below )
Huge tree roots began to emerge from the ground, lashing everything around them like giant whips. Screams echoed from below the wall. Then he said...
" Burning Hands (Perzys ondos)"
Their hands instantly burst into flames, the flames several meters in diameter engulfing the Ironborn on the Wall. At that moment, each time the two giant birds dived into the water and took flight again, they would reap the life of an Ironborn, while the smaller bird was doing something even stranger. Each time it swooped down, it was as if an invisible boulder had fallen on the heads of the Ironborn, crushing them to pieces.
I gritted my teeth and slapped my cheeks repeatedly. The slaps brought me back to my senses. As we began our assault on the western the Wall, I saw a man in full armor with a golden sea monster on his shield. This must be the young heir of Pyke. He must have climbed the Wall before the Druid arrived; otherwise, no foolish chieftain would still attempt to climb the Wall after witnessing what had happened.
I charged at him with my shield, while he braced himself behind it. Our strength was even, and neither could move the other. Then, Rodrik tried to pull my shield aside with his axe, but I didn't hold onto it. Instead, I immediately released the shield, grabbed my sword with both hands, and, taking advantage of the close distance, slashed at Rodrik's face with the hilt of the sword.
Unexpectedly, Rodrik was terrified and staggered backward. Taking advantage of this opening, I thrust my sword forward. Just as I was about to pierce his throat, he used his arm as cover, and my sword pierced his arm. He groaned in pain, but I didn't want to give him any time to think, so I attacked again. He was so frightened that he swung his axe repeatedly. In battle, the second you panic is the second you lose.
We might be evenly matched in strength, but we were worlds apart in experience. He was too inexperienced and too arrogant. He frantically swung his axe, trying to get up, but I wouldn't let him. Taking advantage of a gap in his swing, I kicked him in the arm, rendering his axe useless. Then, with all my might, I swung my sword and severed his head from his body. Exhausted, I walked to the severed head, grasped it in my hand, and screamed desperately.
"Rodrik Greyjoy is dead!!"