"Did the dead scare you?"

Wu Mo suddenly opened his mouth and looked at Old Gary and said. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There was no way, although he knew that it would be dangerous to continue like this, but in order to complete the task, he could only say it with a clear conscience.

"Hahaha, that's right, old Gary, are you still afraid of the dead?" Sir Wilmar Royce asked with a faint smile.

Gary didn't get into the way, he was over fifty years old and he had seen too many noble children come and go in his life.

"To be dead is to be dead," he said, "and we don't have to deal with the dead. ”

"Are you sure they're really dead?" Royce asked softly, "Where's the evidence?" ”

"Will sees it," Gary said, "and I believe what he says." ”

Will had expected that sooner or later they would get themselves involved in this dispute, but he didn't expect it so soon.? My mom said that dead people can't sing. He interjected.

Will is also one of the Night's Watchmen, and according to the plot of A Song of Ice and Fire, a few poor fellows will die at the hands of the strangers.

However, now Wu Mo's identity is also a night watchman, so I really can't say what the final outcome will be.

"Will, my nurse said that," Royce replied, "and don't believe what you hear in a woman's arms. ”

"Even when people die, we can learn a lot." His aftermath echoed through the twilight forest, and seemed to be louder.

"That's right, Sir Royce is very right, not to mention that we are night watchmen, are we afraid of the wildlings, let's go on, I will definitely support Sir Royce."

Wu Mo continued to help, he definitely couldn't let this team go back like this.

"There's still a long way to go," Gary points out, "and it's going to take eight or nine days, and it's getting dark." ”

Sir Royce scanned the sky with gusto. "Isn't that the case every day? Gary, you're not going to be a black, are you? ”

"Hahaha, there's nothing terrible in the night, old Gary, something really happened, I'll protect you." Wu Mo felt like a bastard villain now, pushing a poor old man into the fire pit.

But what's the solution, this is the original plot, he just adds fuel to the fire.

Of course, he didn't say this purely for the sake of plot development, in case he did encounter strange ghosts, he could try to get these night watchmen or go back.

Wu Mo could see Gary's pursed lips and the anger he suppressed under his heavy black cloak.

Gary has been a night watchman for forty years, and this kind of qualification is not something to be taken lightly.

But Gary wasn't just angry, underneath his wounded self-esteem, Wu Mo could vaguely detect some kind of hidden unease, a tension that bordered on fear.

There was another Night's Watchman, Will, whose eyes were also tinged with fear.

He had only been defending the Great Wall for four years, and when he crossed the wall for the first time to the north, all the legends and stories suddenly came to his mind, and he was so frightened that his limbs weakened, and he couldn't help but feel funny when he recalled it afterwards.

Now that he is a veteran with more than 100 patrols, he has no fear in the vast wilderness known to the southerners as the Ghost Forest.

Tonight, however, was an exception.

Tonight's night was very different from the past, and there was an inexplicable kind of darkness around him, which made his hairs stand on end.

They rode north out of the Great Wall, advancing day and night for nine days, biting the footsteps of the savages and bandits.

The situation is getting worse day by day and is now at rock bottom.

The gloomy north wind blew the shadows of the trees like hideous creatures, and Will felt that he was being watched by something unknown that was cold and had no affection for him, and Gary felt it, and at this moment Will wanted to turn his horse's head and flee back to the Great Wall as if he had lost his life.

But this is a thought that should never be talked about in front of the chief.

Especially such a chief.

Wu Mo has read this novel, so he also knows what Will and Gary really think, Sir Royce really can't be considered a good officer.

Sir Wilmar Royce came from an aristocratic family, and was the last of all to have children and grandchildren.

He was a handsome eighteen-year-old young man, yes, only eighteen, and belonged to the kind of guy who had no hair on his mouth and couldn't do things well.

It's hard to imagine that the military entrusted the task of tracking the traces of the wild man to such a guy, can't it wait for failure?

Sir Royce had grey eyes, an elegant demeanor, and was as thin as a knife.

Riding on his sturdy black warhorse, he was much taller than Will and Gary, who rode smaller plowhorses.

He wore black leather boots, black woolen pants, black moleskin gloves, a black woolen sweater with hard leather armor and a gleaming black ring armor.

It had been less than half a year since Sir Royce had been sworn in as a night watchman, but he had not come unprepared and empty-handed, at least he had a lot of things to do.

The most dazzling outfit on his body was, of course, the black mink cape, which was both thick and frighteningly soft.

"I bet he killed those sables," Gary said to his comrades as he drank in the barracks, "and our great warriors, twist their little heads off one by one." At that time, it caused everyone to laugh.

If your ruler is the object of ridicule when everyone drinks and has fun, how can you respect him?

This is not only Gary and Will's thoughts, in fact, Wu Mo, who has read the novel, also deeply agrees, Sir Royce basically belongs to the kind of guy with low eyes.

To describe a famous person in Chinese history, it is probably Zhao Kuo.

It may be okay to talk about it on paper, but it is not realistic to actually do it.

Perhaps because of his extreme distrust of the unreliable chief, Gary continued to try his best to persuade Sir Royce to return to the Wall.

"Mormont (the commander of the Night's Watch) told us to track down the wildlings, and we did,"

"Now that they're dead, they're not going to harass us again." There is still a long way to go. I really don't like the weather, and if it snows, it will take us two weeks to go back. Snow is nothing, my lord, have you ever seen an ice storm raging? ”

It's a pity that no matter how hard Gary tries, it was in vain, and our noble young master didn't seem to hear this.

He examines the fading twilight in his characteristic interested, nonchalant way.

Will had been with him for a while and knew it was best not to interrupt him at such times.

"Will, tell me again what you saw." Wu Mo approached Will, and he didn't remember the original plot very clearly, so he needed to get some more detailed information from Will.

His current status is that of a night watchman with seven years of experience, so his qualifications are older than Will's.

Before becoming a night watchman, Will had been hunting for a living.

To put it mildly, it's actually poachers.

(To be continued.) )