Chapter 180

His wargs stopped returning.

Oh, their bodies were still present but the animals or birds they had left in had died. And their spirit with it.

Some of the wargs managed to recover from the experience as their spirit somehow managed to return to the body before it died but they were greatly weaken and of no use to him.

By the end of the third day since he started the chase, all of his wargs were either dead or out of commission.

From the few interactions with the wargs that managed to return, he learned that the Southron army had wargs of their own.

He instantly knew who those wargs were.

They were the ones who had left the True North for greener pastures down in the South. The ones that the sorcerer who could look in his soul and read his heart had taken with him. The ones that betrayed the Free Folks and bent their knee to that foreign bastard.

He remembered how his blood had boiled at that revelation. How he had promised himself to give the wargs a slow and painful death once he got his hands on them.

And then things turned even worse when their water supplies became contaminated and their food was destroyed.

Losing his wargs had blinded him to the actions of the wargs from the opposite army.

In the end, he had to resort to telling him people to kill any and all animals or birds that are sighted near the camp.

That had put a stop to the attacks on his resources but he was still blind to the enemy's position so he sent out his men to scout and found that the enemy army was only 1 and a half day away from him.

The Southron were clearly not used to walking in the snow which was probably why they were marching at such slow speed.

He forced his people to march quickly, which allowed him to reach the Southron by the end of the second day when he finally found that they had retreated to the top of a mountain like the cowards they were. Probably hoping that he would not attack them.

Trying to fight an uphill battle was a bad proposition but he had been arrogant in his strength and the strength of his men back then.

So he had told his men to circle the mountain from all sides in case the Southron tried to run and then ordered them to charge forward.

That had been the a huge mistake. A mistake that he now lamented.

Ever since he was a child he would hear the stories of how the King of the Free Folk breached the Wall in the past and went South. But whenever that happened, the Southron would gather an army and defeat the Free Folk and push them back.

He never understood how the Southron folk who had spent their entire lives in their stones castles eating food, drinking wine and getting fat could defeat the fierce men of the True North who had spent their entire life surviving one difficulty after another.

Now he understood.

He understood how dangerous the Southron armies could truly be with their weapons and their formations.

He was brought out of his thoughts when he suddenly heard some commotion from outside.

He snarled and got up from the tree trunk he was using as his seat and went outside to check on what was happening and cursed as soon as he saw it.