"Miss Roselyn, where are we going?"

Two guards in leather armor with the Twin Towers emblem on their chests hurriedly followed behind a young girl, looking at the remote surroundings, and one of them asked puzzledly.

"Go to Sir Branston." The girl replied, turning her head to look around as she spoke, as if looking for the figure in her mouth.

"Cranston?" Hearing this name, the two guards couldn't help but pause, looked hesitant, and looked at each other.

They didn't know the name when they were in Luanhe City, but they had heard it from the soldiers since they fled the city and came to the camp.

This one doesn't have many records, but he is jaw-dropping.

For example, the time when he publicly threatened the Empress Dowager outside the Cathedral of St. Belle was the biggest news of the Seven Kingdoms this year.

You know, that's the Queen Mother of the Seven Kingdoms, in a sense, the Queen Mother is already an existence above ten thousand people under one person, and that Sir Cranston can coerce her......

Not to mention these, the screams that night were heard by the whole barracks, although they did not see the specific situation, but according to a friend of a northern soldier at the scene, the terrifying existence called the dark wizard by others actually used human life sacrifice to summon a hellhound!

The Red Keep rescues Eddard, coerces the Queen Mother of the Seven Kingdoms with witchcraft, plays with the dead and dry bones, and now hosts that gruesome and evil sacrifice...... Maybe the skeletal hound, which is said to be burning with seven layers of hellfire all over its body, is following the dark wizard's ass, eyeing the surroundings, and now they are gone......

It is strictly forbidden to talk about the dark wizard Cranston in the barracks, but this kind of thing cannot be completely banned, and it can even be said that the more it is banned, the more widespread it will be.

Every soldier was terrified when he mentioned the Dark Wizard, and at the same time, there were many people who were glad that he was on the side of the North, otherwise if it was an enemy, they would probably not be able to sleep peacefully.

"What are you looking for a dark wizard for?" Seeing his young lady's hurried footsteps, the guard couldn't help but ask hesitantly.

The girl frowned and said, "Call Sir Branston!" That's what the northerners call him. ”

Then, without waiting for the guard to respond, her voice regained softness, "He saved me, during the night attack, I want to go to him to thank him before leaving, and ......"

As she spoke, her face suddenly turned red, and she didn't say the rest of the words. This situation caused the two guards to look at each other again, secretly stunned.

Her own young lady wouldn't have any "adultery" with that dark wizard, right?

"I heard he was in the camp somewhere where to lay his body...... I should be right. Muttering, the girl began to hurry again.

"What are you doing in the corpse field?" The two guards opened their mouths and couldn't help but shiver again.

However, although they were afraid, the duty of the guards was to protect their masters, so they did not dare to have any objections, but followed her honestly.

Luckily, it didn't take long for the girl who turned her head around as she walked to find the person she was looking for, so Roselyn couldn't help but quicken her pace, walked past the tent, over the railing, and approached and just wanted to say hello, but her footsteps suddenly stopped.

The scene in front was very disgusting, and as far as the eye could see, there was blood all over the ground, tender white brains, scarlet green intestines, and the yellow filth of the remnants......

The dark wizard was dressed in a black robe, and his arms, cheeks, neck, and exposed skin were stained with small black words like tadpoles, and the words were pitch black and dark, intertwined and spreading, coiling on the skin under the man's sleeves, and on the whole, he looked like a demon crawling out of hell.

Now the "demon" was crouching in front of a corpse, muttering something with his back to them.

Morgues, slaughterhouses, hellish demons...... Everything was as disgusting as death purgatory, and Roselyn looked horrified and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

However, despite her extreme fear, she did not vomit or flee in panic, but stood not far away, waiting for Charles to be free—she waved her hand without looking back when she saw Charles.

Comparatively speaking, the two guards who had protected her here were busy running far away, bending over and vomiting, their expressions twisted and painful, looking rather embarrassed.

Forcing herself to ignore her surroundings, she heard the dark wizard sigh softly, then got up and turned around, revealing an unusually youthful face.

"What's the matter with me?" The voice is not soft, but it is not sharp either, and it is gentle and magnetic, which makes the nervous heartstrings unconsciously relax a lot.

However, when the girl saw something disgusting in the young man's right hand, her mood, which had just relaxed a little, was lifted again.

Holding back her fear, the girl stammered, "Thanks, thanks, thank you for your advice the day before yesterday, Sir Cranston." ”

"No thanks, just do it." Seeing that she didn't have anything important, Charles lowered his head slightly, absentmindedly responding, and never took his eyes off the gray organ in his hand.

"What's the difference?" He frowned and muttered, his expression full of confusion.

After returning blood for blood, Charles's bow and arrow practice was halfway through, and his plans to participate in the battle were even more abrupt - for now, the entire northern army had not been in much war, let alone involve him as a very conspicuous wizard.

However, Charles didn't care much about this, although not being able to participate in the war made his idea of "fighting monsters and escalating" come to naught, but it did not affect his plan to harvest souls.

He doesn't need to fight at all, he just needs to follow the army's ass and he can achieve it smoothly.

So compared to a while ago, the current Charr is a little idle.

With nothing to do, he naturally began to practice other spells that he hadn't learned yet, and the spell he practiced at this time was called the Eye of Resentment, and in terms of spells, he had successfully converted it once just now, but it didn't have any effect at all!

Could it be that this spell also has a rule that cannot be "used" after 24 hours of death?

Like his camouflage spell to absorb souls?

Because of this rule, the secret text that Charr had all over his body at this time was basically prepared in vain, which he had to waste a lot of effort to prepare......

Unfortunately, without a teacher's teaching, sometimes things are so helpless. In terms of spells, there are some rules that he can't learn without a teacher; In the past, he only knew that the resuscitation of bones was time-sensitive for 24 hours, and he had no impression of anything else......

As soon as he studied the spell, Charles's whole person seemed cold, so that the beautiful girl in front of him was obviously left out in the cold.

However, Roselyn herself didn't actually think so, and instead thought that he reacted more "peacefully".

So her heart, which was secretly beating rapidly out of fear, couldn't help but slow down, and she stood there like a good baby, bowed her head and whispered, "Duke Stark said that he would send us to Winterfell, which is relatively safe, and he will send us back after he takes Luanhe City back......"

What's the use of telling me this?

I don't know you, huh?

Charles glanced up at her strangely, "Really?" Then I wish you a smooth journey. ”

"Thank you for your blessings, my lord." The girl said, ignoring Charles's ignorance, and said to herself:

"Lady Melisandre said that you are a messenger sent down by the Lord of Light, and you are born with divine powers, since you have sent your blessings, then we will be able to reach Winterfell smoothly, I heard that there have been robbers on the northern route recently......"

"Messenger ball." After habitually scolding secretly, Charles was suddenly stunned, and then looked at the girl with a suspicious face, "You...... You can't come to pray to me, right? ”

After a moment of silence, the girl's face turned red, and then she turned and ran away.

“……”

The red-robed woman has a really strong brainwashing ability.

Looking at her slender back, and looking down at the slippery, cold and disgusting dead eyeballs in her hand, Charles was silent.

……

After practicing for a long time without any success, Charles finally had to give up, and after wiping his hands, he walked towards his new tent.

However, today seemed to be a difficult day, and when he returned to the tent, he saw a red-haired figure standing at the door of the tent at first sight.

With him was the man named Luce. The Earl of the North of Bolton, he always looked expressionless, no matter what he said, Charles seriously suspected that this guy was a facial paralysis.

"Good day, Sir Cranston."

"Robert, and Mr. Burton."

After greeting each other, the three of them walked into the tent, and then Charles asked suspiciously, "Is there something wrong?" ”

Looking at the dense black text on his face, Robb couldn't help himself with the throbbing in his heart, and said, "There is something I want to ask Sir for help, but it's not urgent, so ......"

Nodding knowingly, Charles went to the washbasin in the tent to wash his hands, and Robb began to talk about the purpose of their visit, which was Burton's proposal at the meeting.

While cleaning the traces of the secret text on his body, he listened to the words from the mouth of the red-haired Robb, and finally, after wiping his face with a towel, Charles summed up: "So your current situation is that you have been stopped outside the battlefield, watching your allies and the army left there being besieged and eaten, and as a result, you can't get in?" ”

Without waiting for Robb to speak, the Earl of Bolton, who was following him, spoke: "Take Luanhe City, and we can attack it." ”

Charles touched his chin and said, "So, your plan is to let me scare the group of people in Luanhe City into fighting back?" ”

"I just want to reduce their morale, so that we can attack the city and reduce our losses, of course, it would be best if the guards of Luanhe City would not dare to fight back." Luce. Burton said seriously.

Charles couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"How is this possible? Unless they are fools, they dare not fight back when they are hit on the door? ”

"The dwarf is naturally not a fool, on the contrary, he is very smart, but the soldiers under him are just a group of low-level barbarians, I don't think you know, the barbarians are very unreasonable at some point, I have carefully analyzed this plan, and it is very feasible."

Count Bolton said, counting his fingers and concluding, "Black Ear, Burning Man, Milk Serpent, Stone Crow, Howling Mountain...... Although these fools helped the gnomes take Luanhe City, they were basically useless except for being commendable in attacking and plundering. ”

Robb nodded, "Please don't underestimate the brains of the savages, Sir Cranston, they'll be scared when they see you." ”

"Unless I've learned some kind of curse about reducing intelligence, and it has to be on a massive scale, I won't believe in such a thing." Charles pursed his lips secretly, but he didn't intend to refuse them - it seemed to be just a casual effort, he didn't believe that he could scare people into fighting back, but he felt that it could affect the morale of the Luanhe City army somewhat, and if he just wanted this effect, it would be okay for the two of them to come to him.

As for how effective it will be after scaring people, and how much it will help them to siege the city, it is not something that Charles needs to consider.

However, he still asked curiously: "Do you all think so?" That's what your father thinks too? ”

"My father insisted on his plan to build bridges and cross the river, but he did not oppose the idea of Lord Bolton, and if it worked, he would agree to send a large army to attack the city; It's just that we can't let us do this with the people of the North. ”

Robb replied, and then could not help but say, "Trust your deterrent, Sir Cranston, in fact it is quite impressive, since the last time, most of our soldiers have not dared to approach your tent, and likewise, my wolves have never dared to come near you. ”

Looking at the gray wolf outside the camp who didn't dare to move forward, Charles frowned: "What does this mean?" ”

"That says a lot, it's bitten more enemies than I've killed, and it's never afraid of anyone, but it's afraid of you."

"So I'm not normal, am I?" Charles rolled his eyes secretly, but he didn't dwell too much on this issue, but asked, "What should I pay attention to?" ”

The meaning of this was already obvious, and the person in front of him agreed to help them, so Robb replied with a little ease: "Our soldiers will prepare everything you need, including candidates, and then send people outside Luanhe City to protect you, you can rest assured in terms of safety." ”

An earl, who had a tradition of skinning, "experienced," added: "I advise you to behave as cruelly as possible, and it would be best if you could frighten them the first time." ”

"Cruel?"

"Well, it just looks scary, like ......"

Touching his chin and listening to this man's careful explanation, Charles gradually came to his senses.

"You're asking me to pretend to be a in front of the whole city......"