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If he didn't choose to join the Blackshirts, he would have his hands cut off.

Will's stealth skills are first-class, and no one can match the silent stealth in the forest, and the brethren of the Blackshirts are quick to discover his strengths.

"The camp was two miles away, over a ridge, next to a stream."

Will replied, "I'm already very close. There were eight people, both men and women, but no children were in sight.

They had their backs to large rocks, and the snow almost covered the entire camp, but I could tell the difference.

There were no campfires, but the embers of the fire were still visible.

They didn't move, and I looked at it carefully for a while, and the living would never lie so quietly. ”

"Did you find any blood?" Wu Mo continued to ask.

"Well, no." Will admitted.

"Do you see any weapons?"

"A couple of swords, two or three bows, and a guy with an axe. The iron-beaten double-edged axe, which looked quite heavy, rested on the ground on his right hand. ”

"Did you make a note of where they were lying in relation to each other?"

Will shrugged: "Two or three leaned against the stones, mostly lying on the ground, as if they had been killed. ”

At this time, Sir Royce suddenly spoke: "Maybe they are just sleeping." ”

Wu Mo really felt the stupidity of this Sir Royce, on such a cold day, in the absence of a bonfire, who would be so stupid to sleep on the snow and look for death?

He didn't speak, but Will stuck to his thoughts.

"Surely she was killed," said Will exclaimed, "for there was a woman hiding in the Iron Woods, presumably a scout." ”

He smiled lightly.

"I was so careful not to let her see it. But when I got closer, I found that she didn't respond. ”

He shuddered as he said this.

"You're cold?" Royce asked.

"Sort of," Will muttered, "My lord, it's the wind. ”

However, in fact, everyone knows that it is not related to the wind, and Will should have seen something terrible, or felt something, before he trembled.

Sir Royce also felt a chill at this time, and he turned to face the gray-haired veteran. Frosty leaves whispered in their ears, and Royce's horses were restless.

"Gary, who do you think killed these people?" Sir Royce asked casually, arranging the pleats of his mink robe.

"It's the damn weather,"

"The last time winter came, I saw people freeze to death, and I saw it before, when I was a child.

Everyone said that the snow was forty feet deep and that the north wind was as cold as ice, but it was the low temperatures that were fatal.

It will catch you silently, quieter than Will, and at first you will shiver, your teeth chatter, your legs outstretched, and you will dream of scalding wine and a warm campfire.

It's hot, and there's nothing as hot as the cold.

But after a while, then it burrows into you and starts to fill your body, and it won't be long before you don't have the strength to resist.

You'll find it much easier to sit down or take a nap, and you'll hear that by the end of the day you won't feel any pain at all. You feel weak and drowsy at first, then everything fades away, and finally, like drowning in hot milk, peaceful. ”

"I think you're very poetic," commented Sir Royce, "I didn't expect you to have a talent for it." ”

"My lord, I've experienced the power of the cold firsthand," Gary pulled back his windshield so that Sir Weimar could see what was left of the lump of flesh after his ears had frozen. "Two ears, three toes, and the little finger of my left hand, I was a minor injury. My eldest brother was frozen to death while he was standing guard, and when we found him, he still had a smile on his face. ”

Sir Royce shrugged, "I said Gary, you should have two more clothes." ”

Gary glared at his young chief, his ears reddening with anger. After Maester Aemon, who was a great man, cut off his necrotic ear, he still has a scar next to the piercing.

"When winter really comes, we'll see how warm you can dress." He pulled up his hood, shrunk back and rode on his horse, gloomy and silent.

"Since Gary said it was the weather......" Will was about to speak.

"Will, did you have any guards last week?"

"Yes, sir." He hasn't drawn the station guard's lottery for a week, what does this guy want to say?

"What about the Great Wall?"

"It's dripping," Will said, frowning. Now he understood. "So they didn't freeze to death, and if the walls dripped, it wasn't cold enough."

Royce nodded. "Clever. There had been a little frost and occasional snow this past week, but it was definitely not so cold that eight people froze to death. What's more, they wore warm fur and warm clothing, and the terrain was enough to shelter them from the wind and snow, and there were enough materials to make a fire. ”

Sir Royce smiled confidently. "Will, lead the way, I'm going to see these dead people with my own eyes."

"Your Excellency."

Wu Mo said suddenly: "I have to interject, you are indeed wise and powerful, and I also believe that those people could not have been frozen to death, so what could be the reason?" Tell me, could it be a legendary ghost? ”

Strange ghosts!

Wu Mo's words made the other three people shudder.

It was a taboo term, a terrible existence, and no one wanted to mention that thing.

"Descendant of the dragon, I hope you don't talk nonsense, your words will scare the courage of our poor Will."

Sir Royce said indignantly.

Wu Mo shrugged his shoulders, he said this, in fact, he was just giving a reminder, so that the three of them would be a little mentally prepared, and they would be more active when they ran away later.

"Let's go!" Sir Royce gave the order.

This left Gary and Will helpless.

Things have come to this point, and they have no choice.

Since all the orders have been given, they can only do it.

After all, Sir Royce was the commander of their patrol team.

Will played the striker, riding his long-haired horse, scouting his way through the bushes.

There was a light snowfall last night, and there are many rocks, roots, and puddles under the bushes, and if you are not careful, you will stumble.

Sir Wilmar Royce followed, his tall steed exhaling impatiently.

Patrol missions are the least suitable for riding war horses, but how can the children of the nobles listen to them? The veteran Gary was behind the palace, muttering to himself all the way.

Wu Mo was standing next to Gary, who had already released the parasitic wasp.

Although the weather here is cold, the parasitic wasps are fortified and can withstand the cold.

Perhaps these night watchmen, who should have died, would escape the tragedy of death with his help.

Of course, it's just maybe, because this is a 1v1 script, Wu Mo doesn't know when and where his opponent will appear, and if that opponent is a fellow traveler with a ghost.

(To be continued.) )