Chapter 178

"The total tally of the dead is about 4200 dead from the Free Folk army. 600 from our side of which only 30 from our personal army died." Walton said an hour after of the battle once the tally was done.

He surveyed the battlefield littered with corpses. The people from the allied armies were busy looting the corpses. True, the Free Folk didn't have much but for those who didn't gain a regular pay like his army every little bit counts.

"Tell Ygritte, Baka or any other female in my army to stay in their tents for now." He said as he heard the loud cheers coming from the direction of the main tent where the party was taking place "A man's blood is high after a battle. I don't any of the conceited heirs pawing at Ygritte due to drunken foolishness. I would hate to cut off their hands after we came along so well till now."

"Yes my lord." Walton replied.

"Also, tell half of the army to remain in their posts, ready for any surprise attacks at night. I sincerely doubt that the Wildling army would do something foolish after such a mighty defeat but you can always expect an ignorant person to act foolishly." He ordered "Tell the other half of the army to start collecting the bolts, arrow and the bodies of the dead in two great piles. One of the Free Folk and one of our allies. I want those piles ready to burn by midnight."

"It'll be done my lord." Walton said with a bow, turned around his horse and left to give orders to the the Bolton men.

He looked at the main tent where all the young men were celebrating their victory over the Free Folk.

It was the first battle they ever participated in. Not only that, they also won a great victory.

They deserved their little celebration. He just hoped that this victory won't get to their heads.

He then used an eye enhancement magic to look at the forest in the distance where Weeper and his people were currently camped at.

He did not like what he was about to do next. A lot of people might die of cold and hunger if he went ahead with this but he hardened his heart.

These were the same people who declined this offer to bent their knee all those years ago. Some had even tried to fool him, thinking that they would start raiding his lands once he took them South.

He gave them mercy. He gave them a chance for a better future and they spat on it.

And he not foolish like Dumbledore to believe in second chances.

They made their bed not they must lie on it.

He waited until it was night. Then he took something out from his Bottomless bag and covered himself with a White Camouflage cloth which was filled with runes that compelled any viewer to not notice it's presence.

It was admittedly, a poor substitute for an Invisibility Cloak but he will have to make do with it.

Then he took out his broom, sat on it and left the mountain without anyone knowing any better.