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The stars come out, and the crescent moon rises.

Although the weather is not very good, even if he does not use his night vision ability, Wu Mo can see things clearly with the help of the light of the stars and the moon.

This is too much help to the night watch.

"We should be able to go faster." Royce said.

By this time the moon had almost risen to the zenith.

"Your horse isn't up to it."

Wu Mo shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's not suitable to ride your kind of war horse when patrolling, so let's move forward slowly, and if something happens, we can deal with it." ”

He didn't want to go too fast, because it was easy to miss a lot of details if he was too fast.

Sir Weimar Royce looked at Wu Mo and did not speak, his horse was indeed too tired, and it was really not a good feeling to walk on this road full of snow.

Will stopped beside an old iron tree overgrown with nodules, and dismounted.

"Why did you stop?" Sir Weimar asked.

"My lord, the road behind is better, just go over that ridge."

Will replied.

He'd been here before, so it was clear that it would be difficult for the horses to cross that ridge.

Wu Mo looked at the ridge under the starlight, the cold wind was blowing, and there was a sound of ghosts crying wolves, which made people feel a little worried.

The opponent still did not appear.

Wu Mo guessed that he was probably on the side of the strangers or savages, and it was not easy to deal with.

Royce also paused to stare into the distance, a thoughtful expression.

A cold wind howled through the woods, and his mink coat shook behind his back as if he had come to life.

"Something isn't quite right here." Gary muttered.

The young nobleman smiled contemptuously at him. "Yes?"

This guy is too arrogant to ignore the words of an old night watchman in his fifties, which is simply a way to find death.

There is an old Chinese saying called what?

If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of you!

"Don't you feel it?" Gary asked, "Listen carefully to the voices in the shadows." ”

Will felt it too.

In all four years of his service with the Night's Watch, he had never been so feared.

What's going on?

They suddenly thought of the strange ghost that Wu Mo mentioned before, and they were a little frightened in their hearts, but the strange ghost hadn't appeared for a long time, so it wouldn't be so unlucky.

Just let them meet?

"The wind, the rustling of leaves, and the howling of wolves. Gary, what kind of voice scared you out? Seeing that Gary had not answered, Royce gracefully rolled over and dismounted.

He tied his horse firmly to a low-hanging branch, away from the other two, and drew his sword.

It was a good sword made in the city, the hilt was sparkling with jewels, and the moonlight reflected the bright light on the steel sword, which looked like it had been newly made.

Wu Mo was very skeptical that it had ever been stained with blood.

After all, for a hairless young nobleman, there were not many opportunities to fight with this sword.

"My lord, the trees are very dense here."

Wu Mo reminded him, "That might entangle your sword, I think you should use a short knife." ”

"Yes, my lord, I would advise you to do that." Will chimed in.

"When I need guidance, I naturally ask." The young nobleman said, "Gary, you stay here and watch the horses. ”

Gary dismounted and said, "I'll make a fire." ”

"Old man, there must be a limit to stupidity. If there are enemies in this forest, shall we make a fire and draw them in? ”

Sir Royce yelled unhappily, he felt that he was so unlucky to go out on patrol with three cowards, it was so boring.

The Great Wall has stood there for so many years, and nothing has happened, what strange ghosts?

It's ridiculous, I guess even savages don't necessarily see it.

"Some things are just afraid of fire," Gary said, "like bears, wolfwolves, and ...... And a lot of stuff. ”

Gary wanted to agree with Wu Mo's strange ghost, but he didn't dare to call out that word, because he really felt a little terrifying, and that kind of existence was terrifying.

Sir Royce pursed his lips and shouted, "If I don't know, I can't say it. ”

Gary's cloak covered his face, but Wu Mo could still see the look in his eyes as he glared at the knight.

He was afraid that the old man would draw his sword impulsively.

Although the old man's sword was short and ugly, the hilt had long been soaked with sweat and had lost its color, and the blade was also covered with chips from long-term use, but if Gary did draw his sword, Will knew that the noble son would surely die.

Finally, Gary lowered his head.

"Then forget it." He said curtly.

Obviously, old Gary didn't want to bother with these things with this aristocratic boy.

When Royce compromised, he looked at Will and said, "Lead the way, Descendant of the Dragon, let's go." ”

Will led him through the thick thickets, up the gentle slope, towards the ridge, where he had found a vantage point under a tree.

Under the thin layer of snow, the ground is wet and muddy, making it easy to slip, and there are rocks and hidden roots that can trip you over.

Will didn't make a sound as he climbed the hill, but from time to time there was the sound of the metal clashing of the rings on Childe's brother, the rustling of leaves, and the cursing of branched branches as they tripped his sword and hooked his beautiful mink cloak.

Wu Mo walked behind the noble son, he felt that this guy was really a fool, he had already reminded him, he didn't listen to the advice of others, and he had to hold such a gorgeous long sword, did he really think this was a circus?

Will knew that the great sentinel tree was at the highest point of the ridge, and that the lowest branch was only a foot above the ground.

So he climbed into the bushes, lay flat in the snow and mud, and looked down at the empty flat land.

This guy is definitely an excellent spy, without a doubt.

Will's heart almost stopped beating for a moment, and he didn't dare to breathe for a while.

The moonlight shone down on the clearing, shining on the embers of the campfire, the snow-covered rocks, the half-frozen streams, all exactly like what he had seen a few hours ago.

The only difference is that all of them are gone.

"God forbid!" He heard a voice coming from behind him.

Sir Wilmar Royce swung his sword and slashed the branches, and finally reached the top of the slope.

He stood by the sentry tree, sword in hand, his cloak whirring, and the bright starlight clearly outlined his noble figure.

Wu Mo looked at this son-in-law who had no sense of crisis at all, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

If there really were enemies here, if not aliens, but just savages, this guy would be a living target just standing there.

"Get down!" Will whispered anxiously, "Something is wrong. ”

Royce didn't move, he looked down at the empty flat ground below and smiled, "Will, it seems that those dead people you said have shifted their positions." ”

It was as if Will, who had suddenly lost the ability to speak, tried in vain to find the right words.

(To be continued.) )