The northern realm is surging because of the belief in the Seven Gods.

Since the news of Winterfell, families with the injured and sick have all set off for Winterfell.

Lady Steif at Fort Hearth, Sir Craigan at Carhoe, Earl of Mandalay at White Harbor, and many more.

Basically all the nobles of the North who did not participate in the war came to visit, and also made Charles. The name Cranston is in full swing in the North.

At the same time, one wound after another was repaired, and one after another was relieved.

Life energy cannot get rid of disease, but it can weaken pain and "replenish" life force, even if a person with some terminal illness is "blessed" by him, he still looks very different.

So even though he didn't do that kind of rejuvenating act again, the effect alone was shocking enough.

However, after the impact of the last incident, no one dared to deceive him again.

During this time, the Three-Eyed Raven appeared once.

He was very curious about how Charles drove away the Drowning God, and he was also full of surprise at Charles's current methods, but the main reason for his appearance was not these, but - wild people.

Countless hordes of savages who have lived outside the Great Wall for thousands of years are heading for the Great Wall to escape the Strangers and their legions of death, preparing to break the Great Wall and flee to Westeros.

But this inevitably collides with the existing forces in the north.

They basically belonged to the followers of the Old Gods, and the Three-Eyed Raven naturally didn't want to increase casualties. In the face of strange spirits, these people are also a sufficient new force.

However, it is not easy to get the northerners, who have fought against the savages for thousands of years, to accept them.

Charles was not prejudiced against the savages he had never met, because in his opinion, some people in the Middle Ages were no different from savages, and what could be done with savages among savages.

But he didn't promise anything.

A "deity" needs outsiders to ease the relationship between "believers".

He really couldn't figure out what kind of existence this so-called old god was.

……

"Our Lady of Mercy, save me"

In the dark night, the big fat man in black with broad shoulders lay under the snow, looking at the sky with a dull expression, and whispered softly with a trembling mouth.

"Get up, Sir Hog-head!" Someone shouted at him as he passed, but the fat man, who was extremely tired, did not react at all.

Then, one after another, the black-clad night watchmen passed by him, holding torches, mocking, encouraging, and dismissing, all with different attitudes.

It's just that no matter what the attitude of others, this one is still lying on the ground, as if he is exhausted and has no strength to talk to others.

The glittering Charles stood beside him, glancing at him speechlessly, wondering why he could always hear his voice when he didn't seem to be anything special.

"It can't be said that there is nothing special, at least the timidity is surprising."

Secretly complaining, he turned his head to look around after being summoned, and realized that it was a snow-covered bush.

The sky was still deep and dark, covered in dark clouds, but no snow had fallen. The elder of the team of men in black, under the dark night, the torches flickered like stars, and everyone looked lost their souls as they passed by.

"On the run since the last time we were scattered?" As he watched all this, Charles had a vague realization, and then he couldn't help but look at the one who had called him again.

At this time, two companions came beside the fat man in black, one of them was very large, with a simple face, ignoring the struggles of the other party, and picked up the big fat man with great difficulty, while the other followed them and whispered some words of encouragement.

The fat man in black and his two companions were basically at the back of the team now, and they were chasing after them quickly, and looking at the sparse crowd in front of them, the team of hundreds of people seemed to be less than fifty now.

This is equivalent to adding hundreds of ghouls to the army of the strangers.

Charles frowned, and slowly followed them, pondering what that meant to him.

However, the peaceful road did not last long, and the big man holding the fat black man put him on the ground out of breath.

"I can't hold you anymore. I wanted to hug it, but I couldn't hold it. He muttered, his face slightly annoyed.

Just didn't wait for the words to finish, he suddenly shuddered, and then turned his head to look around.

"Who's there!"

No one responded, the bushes in the darkness swayed, and suddenly a gray horse came out dragging its intestines, which were as stiff as ice, dragging on the snow to make a trail of paths, which also made its arrival seem rather strange.

The fat man in black and his two companions couldn't help but be startled.

At the same time as the horses appeared a pale, ice-like figure.

Quietly straddled the horse's back, watched them, and after slowly appearing, dismounted unhurriedly.

The figure was as thin as bones, its armor like ice crystals shimmering in the night, its eyes were blue, and it looked at the three of them as indifferently as ants.

"Strange ghosts!"

After noticing this, the three of them reacted quickly, but they did not run away, but took the initiative to attack.

The larger one of them drew his weapon and charged, while the other teenager with a thick neck surrounded it and attacked it harassingly. As for the last big fat man in black, he was trembling and slumped on the ground trembling.

However, the situation ended quickly, the bravery of the night watchman could not stop the disparity in strength between the two sides, the strongest big man was stabbed in the heart by this pale strange ghost in just one round, and after screaming, the ice crystal long sword pierced directly through his heart, and the bright red blood on it quickly flowed and condensed, and then the body fell off the ice sword and fell to the ground, splashing a large number of snowflakes.

When his companion died, the thick-necked boy hurriedly dodged, fearing that he would be attacked in the next moment, but the strange ghost ignored him and quietly walked towards the fat man in black who collapsed to the ground.

"Heavenly Father bless, oh, oh......" The fat man in black was terrified when he saw this, and in the face of the approaching enemy, he kept kicking his legs and retreating, screaming in panic, his eyes were closed tightly in fright, and the dagger he held in both hands was waved wildly.

This is simply a child's trick, and even the companions who hid to the side couldn't bear to look at it and turned their heads.

Just as it was approaching, the strange ghost suddenly stopped, and instead turned his head sharply to scan the surroundings.

He seems to have discovered something.

It's a pity that before he could react, a huge impact suddenly came from behind him, and he saw that the big man who had been stabbed to death came back to life for some reason at this time!

The big man who came to life pounced on the tall strange ghost like a madman, the force was very strong, and under the sound of collision, the two of them involuntarily fell towards the black fat man because of the direction.

In the midst of the screams, the dagger of the fat man in black luckily stabbed into the enemy's chest, and the strange ghost who was struggling suddenly stopped, his bright blue eyes dimmed for a moment, and his whole body shattered like ice cubes scattered all over the fat man's body, and quickly began to melt on it.

So the enemy that the charr had been a headache was eliminated in this way.

"That's dead?" He stood not far away in a slight trance.

He didn't have much hope for the sneak attack of the aroused corpses, but the strange ghost looked very mysterious and secretive, but he was directly hit......

"Anyway, where did this fat man get the dragon crystal dagger?"

He was secretly speechless, and the scepter in his hand suddenly trembled.

Then, a wisp of black silk thread-like energy suddenly coiled up from the place where the strange ghost died, and shot out with lightning speed, directly into the scepter crystal in Charr's hand.

[Contains the hidden power of the long night, the effect is unknown]

He only had time to look at it before the black thread melted into the crystal under his strange gaze and disappeared without a trace.

At this time, the fat man in black was staring at his companion who had risen from the dead, while his other companion was shouting and screaming.

Charles ignored this, instead looking at the crystal at the top of the scepter in his hand.

Unfortunately, he didn't see any changes in the crystal.

"Same as the last time you encountered it in the Wolf Forest?" He secretly speculated, but he was not sure.

The things in the wolf forest also gave him the ability to raise mist in the ocean, which he had never used, but at least it wasn't.

This time, nothing happened.

When he returned to Winterfell, he was surprised that he had studied it again and again to no avail, and he had to keep it in his heart.

……

For some time after that, there was no special circumstance, and the Charles spent their days largely in a regular manner, practicing spells, proclaiming their names, and occasionally using the Staff of Authority to wander around the world to "travel".

Life can be regarded as leisurely.

As time went on, however, he spent less and less time here.

And just as the Shire time was running out, the situation finally changed.

The northern army of the Wolf Forest returns.