The tent was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Only the crackling of wood in the brazier remained, along with Tormund's painful gasps as he lay on the ground.
All the Free Folk, including the "King" who had been sitting motionless, looked at Lynn as if he were a monster.
They had considered many possibilities.
They thought Lynn would refuse, be forced to fight Tormund out of stubbornness, and then be beaten to death by Tormund's fists.
But they never expected the scene before them.
One punch.
Just one punch.
Tormund, who was like a War God in their hearts, was sent flying by this Southerner as if he were a broken sack.
This was not human strength at all!
Jon Snow's palm, gripping his sword hilt, was already drenched in cold sweat, and he watched Lynn's back, his Adam's apple unconsciously bobbing.
As for Ygritte, her gray eyes were completely filled with a light mixed with shock, fanaticism, and infatuation.
Every time, Lynn managed to subvert her understanding, and every time, he brought a surprise that made her soul tremble.
"Kill him!"
A hoarse roar broke the suffocating silence.
It was the impostor sitting at the head, the one who had always been treated as the "King," the King-Beyond-the-Wall.
The armor made of countless bones he wore rattled.
He suddenly stood up, drawing a battle-axe from his waist, crafted from the leg bone of an unknown giant beast.
"Everyone, attack together! Kill him!"
His roar was a command, instantly igniting the ferocity of the other Free Folk leaders in the tent.
They were the Free Folk, the most untamed warriors beyond the Wall.
Fear would only make them more frantic!
"Roar––!"
A bald Thern man, closest to Lynn, roared and swung his massive stone hammer, aiming for the back of Lynn's head!
The other leaders also drew their weapons and attacked from all directions!
They didn't believe this Southerner could withstand all their attacks!
"Lynn!"
Jon exclaimed, his longsword unsheathed, about to rush forward to help.
"Don't move."
"I'm enough on my own."
Lynn didn't even turn his head.
An extreme chill erupted from Lynn's center!
The temperature in the entire tent plummeted!
The flames in the brazier suddenly shrank, and even their light dimmed.
In the air, countless tiny ice crystals condensed, like dancing specters.
Crack—crack—
A layer of crystal-clear frost spread from Lynn's feet at a visible speed, quickly covering his entire body!
First his boots, then his calves, chest, arms… Finally, a ferocious ice mask covered his face, revealing only a pair of black eyes!
A full set of armor, as if carved from ten-thousand-year-old ice, appeared out of thin air!
Upon the armor, countless ancient and mysterious runes flickered, emitting a chilling, eerie blue light.
The moment the wind-whipped stone hammer was about to strike Lynn's head.
The bald Thern man's pupils were filled with bewilderment and shock!
He could feel a terrifying chill, enough to freeze the soul, emanating from that armor.
His blood felt as if it was about to freeze!
Bang!
Lynn didn't give him more time to think, striking him in the chest with a back elbow.
The bald man grunted, flew backward, crashed to the ground, and instantly lost his fighting ability.
Immediately after.
Lynn held his hands in a vague grasp.
Two greatswords, each over a man's height and with broad blades, also made of ice crystals, formed in his hands!
"Now, it's my turn."
The voice came from beneath the cold face mask.
Lynn moved.
Wielding his twin swords, he charged proactively at the several Free Folk leaders who were already stunned with fear!
Clang!
A Free Folk leader instinctively raised his iron axe to block.
However, that axe, capable of splitting shields, shattered like fragile glass the moment it touched the ice greatsword!
The crisp shattering sound was particularly jarring in the silent tent!
The Free Folk leader stared blankly at the half-broken axe handle in his hand, his mind a blank.
Even if his weapon was terrible, what kind of situation was it to crumble into pieces with just a touch?
Lynn gave him no chance, twisting his blade and striking his face hard with the broad side of the sword.
"Next."
Lynn's figure weaved through the crowd, like a tiger among sheep.
Each swing of his twin swords brought with it a cold chill and the crisp sound of weapons shattering.
Clang! Crack! Bang!
Bone spears, stone axes, iron swords… these deadly weapons, capable of disemboweling in the hands of the Free Folk, were as fragile as children's toys before Lynn's ice greatswords.
With just a light touch, they would instantly disintegrate into countless fragments!
One Free Folk leader after another was knocked to the ground by the flat of his sword, losing the ability to resist.
Lynn did not kill.
He wanted not corpses, but submission!
This battle, from the very beginning, was not on an equal footing.
The King-Beyond-the-Wall watched the scene before him, the madness on his face long replaced by endless terror.
Lynn slowly turned, his black eyes locking onto this last "King."
"It's your turn."
The King-Beyond-the-Wall let out a desperate roar.
He raised his massive bone axe and, with all his might, swung it down at Lynn!
Lynn did not dodge, nor did he block.
He simply allowed the bone axe to strike his breastplate with full force.
Crack—!
A sound crisper than any before.
The battle-axe, crafted from the leg bone of a giant beast, broke directly in half.
As for Lynn's ice armor on his chest, it didn't even show a white scratch.
The King-Beyond-the-Wall completely broke down.
He threw away the broken handle in his hand, losing all will to fight.
How could he fight like this? It was simply not on the same level.
The battle was over.
In the entire tent, apart from Lynn, Jon, and Ygritte, there was no one left standing.
The ice greatswords in Lynn's hands slowly dissipated, turning into specks of blue light that merged into the air.
The ice armor on his body also peeled away like melting snow, piece by piece, finally disappearing completely.
As if the crushing battle just now was merely an illusion.
"Ugh…"
A painful groan came from the corner of the tent.
Tormund rubbed his throbbing chest and shakily sat up.
He looked blankly at his companions lying all over the tent, wailing with broken limbs, then at Lynn, standing in the center, completely unharmed.
Finally, his gaze fell on the King-Beyond-the-Wall, who was slumped on the ground, utterly terrified.
"Damn…"
Tormund's large face showed an expression that was extremely vivid.
He finally understood what had happened.
This pale-faced Southerner, alone, had knocked down all their tribal leaders!
He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, then staggered to his feet and walked in front of Lynn.
Tormund stared intently at Lynn, his chest heaving violently.
The atmosphere in the tent grew tense again.
Everyone thought that this unyielding Giantbane would charge again.
However.
Tormund made a move that surprised everyone.
He bent down, picked up the large horn cup he had thrown on the ground earlier, walked to the barrel, and filled it to the brim with ale.
Then, he walked to Lynn and offered him the horn cup.
He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellowed teeth, his smile tinged with a hint of embarrassment.
"You won."
Though he lost, he was filled with the purest integrity of a Free Folk.
"From today on, I, Tormund, am with you."
"If you tell me to stab a giant in the ass, I'll do it without batting an eyelid!"
This scene stunned the few Free Folk leaders who were struggling to get up nearby.
And Mance Rayder, who had been silently observing everything, finally stood up.
With surprise on his face, he slowly walked to Lynn and extended his hand.
"You have proven your strength."
"The Free Folk follow the strong."
"Now, tell me, Lynn…"
Mance Rayder looked into Lynn's eyes, asking word for word.
"How should we deal with the Night's Watch on the Wall?"
"Can you truly persuade them to open the gates for us?"
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