Endless processions streamed through the narrow passages of the Great Wall, countless pairs of feet crunching on the snow.

Old people, women, children, soldiers...... The wild men wrapped in animal skins and dressed in vulgar clothes made many people on both sides of the road look at them with hatred.

The same can be said of Marko, who stood at the foot of a house not far away, staring at the seemingly endless line of savages as he thought of the black-clad brothers who had died outside the Great Wall at the hands of these barbarian axes.

"Damn all the bitch savages!" Someone next to him gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence, and Marco turned his head to see that it was Tollette, who was also a ranger, and he was accidentally shot in one eye by a wild man during a patrol, so that he was very hateful to wild people, which is famous in Castle Black.

In the past, Tollette would not hesitate to kill the savages, whether they were old people or children, but now, he watched these enemies set foot on his own territory, and even at this time, the voice of scolding was subconsciously suppressed.

What is he afraid of?

Marco certainly understood what he was afraid of.

He was afraid of the northern soldiers who escorted them, of the many high-ranking people who made the decision at hand, and most of all, of all, of all of the amazing Cranston.

When they fought with the wild men that day, many people stood at the head of the city and watched from afar.

They saw Sadin beheaded, and even saw Shadin grow a new head after the beheading. Nowadays, nicknames such as Double-Headed Shading, Immortal Sading, and Decapitated Sading are widely spread, and his name is known to everyone here.

Even going to Mole Village to prostitute himself, Sading is the kind of existence that doesn't have to pay.

Everyone flocked to him!

And all of this was created by that god-like figure.

So although the night watchmen hated the people and were even more angry at the compromises of the higher-ups, they didn't dare to say anything in front of such figures.

On the contrary, some brothers unconsciously changed their minds under his "obscenity", thinking that since the "divine envoy" approved of the naturalization of savages, then there must be a reason for him.

After all, the oracle is an existence that can communicate with the gods, and it must be wiser than mortals.

Or is he directly descended from the gods?

Anyway, the decision must have been the right one.

Marco was noncommittal.

If it is a big truth, the strange ghosts are indeed more terrifying than the wild people, and even more terrifying.

But Marco had only heard of this from legends, and he had never seen a single hair of a strange ghost when he grew so big.

If it weren't for the Commander-in-Chief's entourage, Marco wouldn't even believe such a thing.

"But that's what it seems."

Muttering, he watched in a trance as the team of savages continued to walk through the dirt roads of the wooden castle, and then walked out of the castle under the arrangement of the black-clothed brothers, and headed for the long-barren land south of the Great Wall.

Marco inexplicably felt like his treasure had been robbed.

That's the wealth of the Night's Watch for thousands of years, and although it has been vacant, it has been handed over to people......

In order to suppress this thought, he was ready to take a look and not be distracted - he decided to go to the training ground to "relax".

Now that the wild man has become "his own person", the next thing is naturally to face the strange ghosts. In this regard, the high-level people generally decided to use the Great Wall to wait for the strange ghost to come to the door.

So bow and arrow practice became a top priority.

Marco was good at using maces and equestrianism, and was not keen on bows and arrows, so he was ready to go to the training ground to practice his bow so as not to lag in battle.

However, then he found out that even the training ground did not stop at this time.

As soon as he got closer, he heard several brothers in black talking loudly while shooting.

"It's stupid to hand over the new land to the savages, what does the Commander-in-Chief think? After so many years of revenge, even if you don't take revenge, you still give a big gift? ”

"Otherwise, there is so much land that no one cultivates, and it is a waste to keep it." The thin man next to him retorted.

"If no one cultivates it, it is not harmed by savages, and if it were not for them, how could the fertile land be abandoned?"

"That's true, but if it weren't for the savages, we wouldn't have any extra people to take care of farming."

"But that's the land of the Night's Watch!"

"Now it's the Night Watch, too! We've won the battle, and the whole of the wildlings must join the Night's Watch to fight the Wraiths! ”

"Savage Night's Watchman, ha, it's the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life!"

……

"But anyway, this time we won. Haven't you heard that savages have to pay us taxes for farming! Listen, pay taxes, what a beautiful word, I feel like I have become a noble lord in the blink of an eye. ”

"It is said that Duke Stark of Winterfell was shocked to lose his front teeth when he heard this."

"Don't talk nonsense, if Duke Stark hadn't agreed, how could Commander-in-Chief Mormont agree to the wildling's request for a fight."

"Why let him agree? The night watchman is the night watchman, and the north is the north. ”

……

Savages, Savages, Savages......

Now it seems like everyone is talking about savages.

As soon as he heard the savages, Marco thought of all the encounters of his more than ten years of Ranger career, of those brothers who died tragically, of the various barbaric customs of the savages, and even of the many savage faces who died at his own hands, so he cursed secretly, and the original training thoughts dissipated unconsciously.

He turned decisively and left.

……

Walking aimlessly in this wooden fortress that was originally very familiar, but it was becoming more and more unfamiliar.

Look at the familiar and unfamiliar faces, and listen to all kinds of comments from their mouths.

Talking about it comes and goes, and you can't escape those few topics.

Savages, Two-Headed Shatin, Shatin, and the Divine Messenger and Kranston.

What the eye sees is the most shocking, so although the divine envoy has a lot of glorious history, here and in Castle Black, it is not as powerful as this event to bring people.

It is said that the wildlings were going to repent, but they were directly frightened by the resurrection of the two-headed veil, and they didn't even dare to fart in the face of the Night's Watchman's request for submission......

Just as he was thinking to himself, there was a sudden commotion outside the castle gates, and Marco looked from afar and saw that it was a group of private soldiers of the Bolton family, escorting a carriage into the castle.

Now, of course, it might be time to call them the messenger's private soldiers.

The private soldiers are the nickname Iron Legs, this person Marco also knows, born in a certain village under the Bolton family, originally only a soldier, but the battle is brave, and cold-blooded and cruel, which is quite valued by the Earl of Bolton.

Then he was given to Sir Cranston.

At this time, he was leading a few of his men, driving the carriage, against the ranks of wild men who had left the city, upstream, without any regard for the original order here.

The scene became chaotic for a while, and in the end, it was Marco, an experienced "local", who went up to help, and the carriage was squeezed through with great difficulty.

Sweating profusely and relieved, he casually lifted the linen curtain, picked up a black twisted root from it, looked at Iron Leg and asked curiously, "What are these?" ”

"Don't mess around, it's something we need!" Iron Legs glared at him warily. Not at all the gratitude that I deserved after being helped.

Ever since the last time someone had gone to the King's Tower room to steal books, these privates had been wary of all the night watchmen in the castle beneath their feet.

It seemed that seeing everyone was like seeing the two book thieves.

In reality, however, the mentality of the night watchmen and the soldiers is somewhat similar.

The soldiers are wary of them, and they are not wary of each other.

It was just two books, and the result was one dead and one wounded, and the injured one was better to say, but he was just blind, because he offended Cranston, and now he was sent to the mole village to survive.

The one who died was horrible. Covered in decay and stinking, Marco and a few black-clothed brothers buried him with their own hands, the smell was like a rotting corpse soaked in a dung pit for months, and the aftertaste was long and unforgettable.

So hearing that these were the same things from the same Cranston, Marco hurriedly retracted his hand, and even looked away in a little panic.

God has made it possible for a man to grow a second head, and no one can doubt that He can also unscrew off the first head of a man without a word.

If you want to avoid this kind of thing, it's best not to have too much contact with him and his things, and more importantly, not to offend him and his people, which is the general consensus of many veterans of the Night's Watch.

Hurrying away from the carriage, Marco returned to the Castle Black Barracks quarters, intending to hide in this unnoticed corner, but this little wish seemed to come true.

"If I had that adult's ability, don't say anything, I went to Cersei before King's Landing, and then say, damn, I heard that she is the first beauty in the Seven Kingdoms."

A sneaky smile faintly came into my ears, and in the direction of the sound, a black-clothed brother who was sleeping with him was sitting on the bed, wincing eyebrows with the people beside him.

Marco sighed helplessly.