When night fell, it began to rain in the sky. The misty rain mixed with snowflakes www.biquge.info made the whole land seem to be swallowed up by a huge white goblin. The castle claimed by Caster only had a low earthen wall, which even a man of the size of the little demon Tyrion could climb over, so it was simply an ornament. But even so, people prefer to rest on one side of the wall and not the other.

Tonight is expected to be the last rain before winter, and from tomorrow there will be only snow, or ice storms. The weather is getting worse and worse, and it won't get better for several years. This will be the longest winter ever recorded in Westeros, and it will also be one of the hardest. Unlike the locals, Zhao Mai was well aware of the threat of the Strangers, and they would take advantage of the winter to march south and attack the realm of the living. The last time they did this, the Seven Kingdoms were ruled by House Targaryens, and they still had dragons, truly gigantic fire-breathing wyverns. Relying on the power of the dragon, the strange spirits were repelled and the Great Wall was preserved. And this time, humanity has long since lost its dragons.

Zhao Mai couldn't help but think of the one he saw in the Bright Moon Mountain Range, hoping that it could help humans in the battle against the strangers. This world is very wrong, it seems that it is not just as simple as Zhong Jianbai said, "the intensity increases, and the stability decreases". This feeling has always haunted his heart, and he can't figure it out or forget it, so he can't sleep.

Most of the Night's Watch slept, though. The house was for Custer and his wives, and the night watchman couldn't get it, but a walled yard was nice, and there was a fire to snuggle into. Zhao Mai sat on the roof and watched the fortress, waiting for Custer to appear. His psionic energy penetrated through the cracks in the roof and walls, watching the rude, strong, ugly fellow.

In the middle of the night, he suddenly opened his eyes, as if awakened by some kind of nightmare. Reaching out and touching the bed, Custer sniffed his fingers before he began to get dressed.

The newborn child was asleep in swaddling clothes, he had only eaten his mother's milk once, and he still considered himself safe and happy. Custer grabbed the swaddling clothes and glanced at his child. Zhao Mai observes with the last hope, hoping to see grief or nostalgia in Custer's eyes. But there was only coldness in those eyes, and the only disgust was at the poor boy, not at himself. So Zhao Mai stood up and massaged his muscles with the natural force to prepare his body for battle.

Instead of pushing the door out, Custer went to the basement. Through a secret door, he entered the real storeroom, where the food was piled up, and the pickled leg of lamb and pork was enough for his family to eat for three years. Zhao Mai's psionic vision followed him all the time, watching him pick up an egg from the reserve, chew and eat it with the skin, and wipe his mouth with unfinished eyes.

Behind the storage room was the escape tunnel, two miles away from the fortress, under a large pine tree. Custer crawled out of it, spitting out white ice mist and walking deeper into the woodland. His black feet crunched on the ground, but the footprints were quickly buried and vanished. Tomorrow morning, the night watchman will not notice the footprint, and he will not know where the children have gone.

Zhao Mai held the reserve grain, and the reserve grain was loaded with small flowers in the back armor, and everyone kept jumping between the branches together, all the way to the top of Custer's head. Psychic abilities and the Force of Nature work in tandem, making him a cross between a silent owl and an agile ape.

Castel walked swiftly through the forest, and soon moved away from the fortress to a secret altar deep in the forest. A pillar of ice crystals grew out of the earth, about the thickness of a human leg, and when it reached about chest height, it spread out to form a platform with open hands. Custer placed his newborn son on the platform, looked around, and then turned away.

His footprints quickly vanished, frozen and obscured by ice and snow like his heart. Zhao Mai landed on the ground and came to the baby's side, where he found him shivering. But he was too young to fight the cold around him, or even cry. Zhao Mai put down the reserve grain and small flowers, took out a cherry that had performed the magic berry technique, squeezed out the juice after removing the core, and dripped it into the baby's mouth.

The child licked his lips and seemed to have some more strength, revealing a sweet smile. His eyeballs struggled to move under his eyelids, but even if he opened his eyes, he was not old enough to see Zhao Mai's face. Zhao Mai chanted a mantra and gathered the natural force to create a warm fire to help the child resist the cold.

The wind and snow suddenly increased, and large patches of snow whistled past Zhao Mai's ears from behind. Zhao Mai frowned, and suddenly felt that something was wrong in his heart. "Be careful, behind you, Zhao Mai quickly dodge!" Xiaohua's voice sounded, and there was a sudden cry of reserve grain.

Zhao Mai immediately moved to the side. But it was too late, and a spear made of ice crystals stabbed him in the shoulder, but luckily the heart dodged the blow, and the magic leather armor was tough enough to make the shot touch the skin.

Zhao Mai rolled on the spot, the hunter's blood spear had already been drawn, and the fire spell was gathered in the other hand. It's a battle that doesn't require self-introduction, and neither side has the idea of plotting against the other.

Like a pale shadow, the strange ghost exudes a cold air all over its body, and ice chips continue to fall from it, making a jingling sound when it hits the ground. 'Strange, why haven't you heard this voice before?' The strange spirit has a human form, but it is not a full entity, but more like a ghost hidden in a mist. His naked, shriveled body could be seen, but it was probably just a projection. For this type of enemy, reserve food is not much help. "Take Xiaohua to the side, and teleport away when you encounter danger!"

A gust of wind blew, and the strange spirits seemed to be blown away, drifting to the side by the wind, without making a sound at all. It turns out that this is the secret of their silent movement, and it seems that you should be careful of the wind in your ears in the future. Zhao Mai stared at the bright blue eyes of the strange ghost, and raised his hand to cast the fire of the natural force!

Three small red orbs of fire flew by, and the strange ghost tilted its head and looked curiously, as if it was observing the natural force in the spell. It was estimated that no one had cast a spell in front of them for a long time, so it showed a momentary pause. However, it immediately showed excellent combat reflexes, and its body moved quickly, cutting through an arc to bypass the three fire beads, and rushed straight towards Zhao Mai.

Its movements are fast and violent, long beyond the scope of humans, and if Jon and the others were to deal with it, they would quickly be in a hurry. However, it is not as good as Zhao Mai. Only the sound of a "bell" could be heard, and the ice crystal spear and the hunter's blood spear collided together. The psychic ability was hidden in the muscles, and it burst out at this time, and Zhao Mai shook his arm and tossed the ice crystal spear aside.

The hunter's blood spear descended and went straight to the heart of the Alien Portal! There was another "bell" sound, and the blood spear actually hit a layer of hard shell, and the attack was stopped.

The blue halo at the tip of the spear quickly receded, and a layer of ice crystals crept up. Zhao Mai was shocked, he felt the effect of that kind of ice freezing soul ability! In fact, the strange ghost was also surprised, if it was normally, if the weapon hit it, it would not cause damage, not to mention, it would immediately turn into ice cubes, and then shatter in the collision. The fact that the spear that hit the chest did not shatter immediately shows that it is of excellent quality. However, the ice crystals have already climbed up, and the rest is only a matter of time.

The strange ghost swung the ice crystal spear again and slashed at Zhao Mai's head. Zhao Mai immediately withdrew his weapon and rolled backwards to dodge. He didn't want his Hunter's Blood Spear to collide with the Ice Crystal Weapon again, and if it shattered, wouldn't it be miserable?, he didn't hesitate to retract the weapon into the storage bracelet to avoid further damage.

Standing opposite the strange ghost with his bare hands, Zhao Mai's eyes were still burning with belligerent flames. Seeing that the stabbing of his spear would not work, the Stranger swiped his hand on the barrel of the spear and transformed it into a long sword.

Blue eyes stared at Zhao Mai, and a terrible laugh floated out of its mouth. (To be continued.) )