Chapter 179

WEEPER POV

'How did everything go so wrong?' he wondered to himself as he sat alone in his tent and thought over his latest defeat.

He knew that he needed to go out and raise the morale of his men or else some other cunt will do that for him. And then that cunt will kill him and take his position.

He just can't allow that to happen.

But right now, he didn't want to leave the camp.

Didn't want to go out and see what had become of the large force he had spent years to gather.

Cut in half. In a single battle.

Shameful was what it was.

He felt ashamed of his defeat.

He had lost to Southron men in the cold of the True North. And even when his own men outnumbered those cunts more than 2 to 1.

It had all happened when one of his warg reported the presence of an army that didn't wore any clothes made by the Free Folk.

He had sent more of his wargs to investigate this matter properly and they told him that (surprise surprise) it was a Southron army.

Now he had no idea what a Southron army was doing so far in the True North.

The last time he had heard of such a thing happening, some Southron lord had slipped passed all of them, had captured a few wargs like Varamyr Fiveskins and had taken the giants down South with him.

Oh how he lemented not capturing that arrogant Southron lord who dared to intrude in their territory.

Killing that man would have been so sweet. He would have fed that man's entrails to the heart trees.

The old gods would have definitely blessed him then.

Such a thing would have never come to pass. He knew that. He had missed his opportunity and that was that.

But the old gods had given him a chance once again. This was definitely a sign from the old gods.

They wanted him to purge those bastards from these pure lands.

He could understand them, yes he could. Better than most.

He could hear the whisper of the Old gods in the wind and they were telling him to kill those arrogant Southron cunts and feed their entrails to the Heart trees.

So he had taken his great war party of 13,000 people and had chased after the Southron army.

If he could kill those men, then he would have enough steel to arm a great many people in his army. Not only that but he could also take their armors and give it to his men.

Yes yes, what else could this be other than a gift from the old gods. All he had to do is kill some fat and soft Southron men and all the loot would be his.

Then he would use this new loot to gather all the tribes scattered throughout the True North into one great War Party like what that fool Mance Rayder was trying to do.

Then he would take those men and attack the wall.

With all the men and women of the True North under his command he would have definitely won.

Or so he thought when he sent his wargs to scout on the enemy.

That's when things started to take a turn for the worse.