The cold wind blew on the tattered white bear cloak on the body, and the snow in front of him was pervasive, and the mixed wind and frost looked white and messy, and every time he stepped on, his bare feet would fall deep into the snow shell, and then it would be as if he was stuck in a quagmire, and it was particularly laborious to step again.

But this did not stop Melisandre from moving forward, even though she was now emaciated, and she couldn't help but stumble and shake every time she walked, but she still kept moving forward, moving forward, looking like a candle in the wind, but it was strangely strong, and there was no room to fall down after a long time.

If someone is watching from the sidelines, then it will be found that it is impossible for a normal person to continue to be active in a snowstorm of this magnitude, and it will not even take long to freeze to death.

But she has always been like this, difficult, but tenacious.

In fact, Melisandre at this time couldn't feel anything on her body, not that her whole body was numb from the cold, but she really didn't feel much, she couldn't feel the cold, she couldn't feel the pain, her control of her body was a little obscure when she walked, and she couldn't bear the cold wind.

She thought she was dead. Or rather, she remembered distinctly that she was dead, dead in that trap, dead under the pale monster's spear.

The pain was followed by a burst of darkness, but the darkness did not last long, it quietly converged and dissipated, and the world after opening her eyes again was white, and after struggling to sit up, she found that she was still in her original position, but there was no one around except for mountains and snow.

Only the pools of blood and scrap of flesh around them testify to what happened here.

Everyone was dead, but she was still alive, but this state seemed to be no different from death, she didn't feel tired, she didn't feel pain, and her skin was white and dull, as if she had lost all her blood.

Melisandre thought she had become a moving corpse, but she couldn't be sure why the corpse wasn't controlled by the power of the ancient god, and why she was still sane.

She hoped that it was because of Allah's blessing, but she knew in her heart that this was not the case - Allah had no power in this land of eternal winter, otherwise they would not have been so badly defeated.

What brought her back from the dead, Melisandre had a guess, but she didn't dare or want to admit it, because it was clearly a blasphemous thing, full of evil and full of ominousness.

However, if this thing did not exist, how could she still be "alive"?

She wanted to laugh, but her mouth seemed to be frozen, or it had lost its vitality after losing blood, and even after a long time of effort, only the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

But it doesn't matter, compared to the physical changes, there is a more important thing at the moment, and that is to report everything you see-

Legends and prophecies have come true, the strange ghosts are resurrected, the long night is coming, and in the face of such a catastrophe, humanity must unite, otherwise there is only one way to perish!

So, you have to let them know and you have to prepare in advance!

With this belief, Melisandre had been walking in the blizzard for five days and five nights, but fortunately she didn't know that she was hungry or tired, otherwise she really wouldn't have lasted so long.

In fact, along the way, she didn't encounter the human alien group, which was not going in the same direction as her, and along the way, she could still see many free people villages where the old gods were there due to the lack of news, but she didn't trust the humans who claimed to be free people, but in fact they were no different from savages.

Because she knew that the wildlings believed in the Old Gods, and the Old Gods were inextricably linked to the ancient gods!

That's right, she thinks so, and the reason for this conclusion is simple, that is, she stepped into a trap!

At that time, they were going to find the Green Prophet of the Old Gods, and because of the power of Allah, they did detect the place where the Green Prophet was, but when they were about to arrive, they were attacked by strange spirits......

It was hard not to suspect the connection between the old gods and the ancient gods, and she had foreseen in the flames that the aura of the old gods of the north was extremely dark.

So she must not pass this news to the wildlings, or expose herself to the power of the Old Gods.

Melisandre prepared to make it all the way to the Wall, where the night watchmen came from all over the world, and from there she could take a boat back south of Westeros or directly back to the free trade city-states.

She thinks she has the ability to walk back all the time, because she doesn't need to eat or drink, she doesn't know how tired she is, and as long as she doesn't have an accident, there won't be any "accidents".

Unfortunately, on the seventh day of her journey, an accident happened.

"Savage!?"

As he walked among the snow-covered sentinel woods, a question suddenly sounded overhead, and when he looked up, he happened to see a black-robed figure wearing a thick cotton jacket and leather armor.

"Night's watchman?" Melisandre's voice was hoarse, but she couldn't hide her joy. However, the other party's expression changed after seeing her face, "You are the sacrifice of the Lord of Light?" ”

"May Allah bless you." Melisandre responded, but the other party sneered when she heard this, jumped down, raised her bow and arrow, and aimed at her under the stunned gaze of the red-robed woman.

"Tell you to die, my name is Ron. Glover, from more than two hundred years ago. ”

O ancient people.

Melisandre was relieved.

Over the years, they have killed the ancients......

Thinking so, there was no resistance, and Melisandre was shot in the chest by an arrow from the tree man, and collapsed to the ground without resistance.

It's called Ron. Glover's youth stepped forward, ready to retract the arrow.

However, when he approached, his complexion changed suddenly, for he did not notice any blood stains on the dead man's wounds.

"Is it frozen?"

Thinking so, vigilance made Ron. Glover stopped, then raised the arrow in his hand, cautiously preparing to make up for a few arrows.

However, just as he was doing this, the red-haired woman who was lying motionless on the ground suddenly looked sideways at him, her eyes were closed, and a strange ice blue eye opened on her forehead at some point!

A shudder came from Ron. Glover's heart came to him, his face was frightened and stunned, and he wanted to turn around and run, but he found that he couldn't make the slightest movement! Instead, a feeling of vertigo came to my mind, and it got stronger and stronger......

Ron, dressed in the black robe of the Night's Watch. Clofer finally collapsed to the ground, his eyes staring at the sky with his eyes wide open, breathing instinctively, saliva coming out of the corners of his mouth.

Melisandre, who had been pierced by an arrow, got up instead, her eyes on her forehead quietly closed, and a unique feeling of coldness appeared in her eyebrows, which made her tired mood unconsciously feel much lighter.

Glancing at the black-robed figure that seemed to be alive, Melisandre ignored him, instead turning and continuing on her way, pulling out the arrows from her body as she went.

The metal arrowhead stained the flesh with no blood, and looking down at the object in her hand that seemed to prove to be a dead man, Melisandre thought of something else.

After the long summer, when the stars weep blood and the cold covers the land, Azor Yahai will be reborn from the land of smoke and salt, armed with the flaming sword Lightbringer, to fight the enemies of Rahlo and save the world.

Land of smoke and salt, land of smoke and salt......

The eye on her forehead had come from the room of the Duke of Dragonstone, the land of smoke and salt.

At the same time, it has been proven that this thing can resist the power of the ancient gods, otherwise she would have been turned into a sane necromantic corpse at this moment.

"Blue Rite ......"

Silently muttering the name, Melisandre secretly made some kind of decision.