The bitter cold winds from the far north are always a lingering nightmare for the night watchmen.

Recently, in particular, many people have noticed that the daylight hours are getting shorter and the nights are getting longer, and the temperature of the surrounding environment is getting lower day by day.

It was as if everything was a sign that the long summer was coming to an end and the terrible winter was coming.

You must know that the seasons of a song of ice and fire do not want to be divided into three months on the earth, and they will alternate after a short time.

The season here usually lasts for a long time, especially after the long summer that lasts for several years, it is often accompanied by two or three consecutive years, or even more than four or five years.

In this process, food production will be severely reduced due to the relationship between ambient temperature and insufficient light, and a large number of civilians will starve to death or freeze to death due to lack of food, or lack of clothing and fuel to protect against the cold.

For the inhabitants of Westeros, especially the North, the cold winter is like a white death, without any beauty described in the mouth of a poet, and every appearance is accompanied by terrible disasters.

However, as an outsider, Warrent did not worry about winter like the other night watchmen, and instead devoted himself to finding the traces of the strangers.

Because he understands that as he wastes more and more time in this world, he has fewer and fewer options left.

Although he still had some information in his hands that someone desperately needed, he didn't dare to use it as a threat.

But unfortunately, this poor guy didn't realize that from the moment he proposed the quid pro quo, he had been on Zhang Cheng's blacklist.

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"Damn, I hate the weather! These white snowflakes have been drifting since two days ago, and I don't know when they will stop. A young night watchman gritted his teeth and cursed as he trudged through knee-high snow.

"Don't complain! If I were you, save your energy! Try to get back to Castle Black before dark, or the devil knows what will happen. The other night watchman let out a breath of heat.

The terrifying low temperature caused frostbite on the faces of everyone in the patrol team, and their beards and eyebrows were densely covered with white frost.

In such a terrifying low temperature, not to mention eating and drinking, even excretion can only be solved in the pants, otherwise once the pants are taken off, people can be frozen to death in just a blink of an eye.

Watching the clumsy movements of these night watchmen, Warrent took a deep breath and carefully hid his entire body behind a huge rock wall, not following the other to continue on his way.

Because his ability can already clearly feel that danger is quietly approaching.

Among them, the night watchman who walked in the forefront, the rich death aura emanating from his body was already thick and almost formed into substance.

In such a situation, it is absolutely impossible to change the fate of his imminent death unless the gods come into the world.

Just as the unsuspecting young man was about to turn around and say something to his companion, hundreds of figures suddenly appeared in the canyon area in front of him.

Due to the heavy snowfall, the visibility is not too high, so it is not clear to see the faces of these people for the time being.

However, according to the experience of the Night's Watch, it is impossible for the inhabitants of the Seven Kingdoms to appear in large numbers north of the Great Wall of Desperation, except for the wildlings.

So without saying a word, they immediately drew their swords and shouted, "Stop! Don't come any closer! We are the night watchmen! If you don't want to die, get out of the way!"

Quiet!

There was silence!

The other party obviously didn't mean to respond at all, just shook his body and moved forward slowly, without paying any attention to the warning.

"Damn, it looks like we're in trouble!!Maite!get on your horse and report back!" shouted the captain at the young man who kept complaining.

But before the latter could turn over his horse, a spear made entirely of ice pierced the air, and with a pop the poor creature passed through his chest and was nailed to the ground.

The location of the hit was very precise, piercing one of the final organs of the human body, the heart.

"No!!!! Matt was killed!" the older night watchman next to him glanced at the corpse and immediately shouted nervously.

If it weren't for the rules of the Night's Watch Legion, anyone who escaped would be sentenced to death without exception, and he would definitely rush to climb on his horse and flee directly back to the land of the Seven Kingdoms, even if he was a robber at ease, it was better than his life.

"Prepare for battle! The Night's Watch Legion is not a seed! Even if we die! We're going to bring a few wildlings along!"

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Noticing that the enemy had quietly surrounded the patrol led by him, the captain immediately gave the order to fight to the death without thinking.

After hundreds of years of vendettas, the Night's Watch and the wildlings beyond the Wall have long been on the same page, and there is nothing to talk about.

Soon, however, the captain realized that he had made a mistake, an unimaginably huge one.

What he encountered was not a wild man at all, but a group of dead corpses, some of whom had been exposed to extreme cold for a long time, their skin full of gray and pale, and their eyes flashed with a piercing blue cold light.

"Can anyone tell me what the fuck this is?!!!"

"Ahhh!!!!!!hh

"Monster!

"Run! There's no way we're going to be able to beat a monster like this!"

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In a matter of seconds, the poor Night's Watch fell into a state of collapse, and the courage he had built up to fight to the death was instantly gone, and he ran in all directions without looking back.

They may be willing to fight the same flesh-and-blood wildlings, but they will never fight the living dead that they cannot understand.

Maybe it's superstitious concerns, or maybe it's because there are too many horror stories about monsters circulating in the North, but the living dead are always a kind of monster that can make ordinary people tremble, even if they are not much stronger than humans.

Stampede, stomp!

With the rhythmic sound of horses' hooves, a group of strange ghosts riding death horses finally rushed out, caught up with these night watchmen who had lost their courage to fight, picked up the ice arrows that flashed with white cold light, and struck them with a sword, and the dazzling red blood spurted out more than a meter high on the spot, and then ran forward a few more steps by inertia before falling into the snow with a thud.

Cold!

Ruthless!

These special beings created by magic merge with the biting cold wind and snow in their every move, and it is no wonder that some people regard them as the grim reaper of winter.