Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 124 - Hunting 02.

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Third Person POV.
The Gift.

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Jon ran with his axe in hand while the Free Folk men stood stunned by it. The first one he charged at couldn't react before his head was ripped open by the blade and fell to the ground without seeming to feel pain in his death.

The others were surprised, but Jon was already upon them, starting to cut them down, moving his weapon with ease as he carved a path of corpses.

The villagers of that settlement were certainly surprised as they watched the deaths of those who had been killing them like animals, at the hands of that stranger who didn't even seem human, as he was killing men by the dozens.

"Please! Forgive me!!" One of the last ones still alive from the group Jon was killing dropped his weapon in despair, seeing everyone else die.

"There will be no forgiveness. Pick up your weapon and fight like a warrior in your last moment of life. I won't kill an unarmed man." Jon spoke with disgust, in a few words making it clear he would leave no one alive there, while all the others a bit further away, seeing Jon slaughter the men, began to either prepare themselves or even surrender, watching as everyone there was dying like animals.

"..." The man, hearing that, did not pick up his weapon, afraid of the monster they had angered.

"Your lives are my responsibility. After all, I'm the one who put you on this side of the Wall. After all the destruction you caused, I will spare no one. I've already eliminated more than half the group Barr gathered. But if you don't want to pick up your weapon to fight in the last moment of your life, very well. I'll leave it to another." Jon spoke in a tone loud enough to be heard throughout the entire village without difficulty.

In the next moment, Ghost ran behind him and leapt at the unarmed man, baring his teeth as he knocked him to the ground, both startled.

"You will be devoured. Which is one of the worst ways to die." Jon said with disdain while the wolf ate the rebel until he was dead.

Other wolves soon entered the village, beginning to attack everyone while Jon also joined in, taking care of the archers who tried to shoot down any wolf that approached.

It was easy to kill all the Free Folk men with bows while the wolves invaded, killing the men effortlessly. After all, there were slightly more wolves still alive, and the fifty direwolves quickly killed everyone, even those who tried to hide inside houses, devoured by wolves invading the place by scent.

The very survivors there screamed in fear as death surrounded them, with men being eaten while begging for mercy.

Jon walked through all that following chaos toward the front, where there was a group the wolves had not killed, but at least twenty wolves surrounded this group, growling at them while Jon had commanded them only to corner the group, not attack while there were hostages.

Because they were holding at least ten people, mainly women and children, under the swords Jon had given to the Free Folk on the other side of the Wall, which they had brought with them.

Jon approached as the twenty direwolves gave way for him to pass, axe in hand, looking at them with cold eyes.

Everyone turned their gaze to Jon with pure fear as he came closer, indicating that none of them could leave that place alive after all they had seen. Jon was determined to kill every last one of them.

"Don't come closer! We'll kill them all!" one of the men shouted with more desperation than confidence as Jon stopped near them.

"Well... you know that no one here is going to live, right?" he asked in an indifferent tone.