The dragon soars in the sky at the edge of the field of vision.

Whether it's their sheer size or the intense magical fluctuations they emit, they stand out like lights in the night, and they are still visible even when the night is getting dark...... It was so close that it didn't say anything about flying into range at this last distance.

While sensing the movements of the three dragons and gritting his teeth at their cautious movements, the Chief Cold God Priest faintly sensed the dense life breath that had begun to appear at the end of the road in the far southwest.

Either it was a fortress built next to the avenue, or it was a human army that had rushed in after hearing the news, and either way, the way south was blocked!

This is the worst consequence of the failure of the plan: the blitzkrieg against the Great Wall failed, the change plan continued to be frustrated, step by step, and the situation finally came to the present point where it was a complete loss. Unconsciously, they should have been human predators and world destroyers, but they actually fell into the fate of being wiped out by their prey...... Although it was hundreds of miles away from the Great Wall, the magical ice wall that stood beyond the line of sight still kept reminding the cold priests of despair.

If you can't lure the three dragons forward with a disguised decoy, you won't be able to win a battle with the Night's Watch armed with all the restraint weapons. But if you continue to go south, not only will you get closer and closer to the life-and-death threshold line of mana concentration, but you will also have to face the interception of another human army whose status is unknown.

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If you look down at the map from the perspective of "God" or "satellite", there is actually a more secure way for the Priests of the Cold God to get out of the crisis: leave the main road, retreat west into the wolf forest, and rely on the complex terrain of dense forests and mountain clan territories to escape human pursuit. Drifting north of the red line of mana concentration, slowly recovering mana, and continuing to wait for a turnaround.

However, in addition to disobeying the last command of the Cold God, this plan also faces another, more practical and fatal difficulty: although the ghouls do not need to rest, they are not as easy to control as they think.

With the exception of a small number of "smart ghouls" who transform on the spot immediately after killing and deliberately inject extra mana to preserve their brains, thinking, and control centers, such as the one that pretended to be dead and infiltrated Castle Black to assassinate the Commander-in-Chief of the Night's Watch, most of the ghouls are actually only magically awakened by the infusion of their torsos and turned into puppets...... Can only act as the caster wishes under their control. Due to the fact that the brain has long been decayed and damaged, the pure puppet dry ghouls actually do not even have the ability to think at the animal level, and while the magic power required for action is reduced to the extreme, the disadvantage is that all actions must be remotely controlled by the strange ghost.

The difference is clearly understood by example: in the pursuit of humans and ghosts after the death of the Night King, Egger's order to the land-giving army is to "follow the majority of the enemy army and not fall behind", and as for how to carry out the order, each soldier can use his own brain to judge. The orders given to the ghouls by the priests of the cold gods were much more specific: "step on the left foot", "step on the right foot", "keep balance", "take the left foot again", "step on the right foot again", ......

Relying on ultra-low temperature magical thinking organs made of pure energy, the Alien has computing power far beyond that of human brains, and it is no problem to act as the thinking center of a large number of ghouls...... However, the premise is that the mana is sufficient: as the complexity of the commands to be issued increases, so does the computational pressure on the Wrenchers, which further increases the rate of mana consumption - which naturally means a rapid reduction in lifespan in a low-mana environment.

When attacking the Grand Canyon defense line of the Night's Watch, relying on the advantage of being backed by the power of infinite cold mana, the Chill priests are like laptops with power plugged in and "high-performance mode", and they can unscrupulously perform micro-manipulation on each ghoul to reduce casualties and expand the results of the battle - but once they cross the Great Wall and come to the Seine, after unplugging the power and relying on the batteries in their bodies, they have to switch to "power-saving mode", and they are careful to consume every bit of mana.

Leaving the main road and burrowing into the forests and mountains is just a little bit of a tired journey and a little worse vision for the pursuing human army. When the Green Prophet and the Shapeshifters enter the war, they are not afraid to lose their enemies or encounter ambushes...... But for the Priest of the Cold God, who has already bottomed out his magic, manipulating thousands of ghouls to travel through complex road conditions and bypass obstacles alone and other complex operations is like opening a high-cost game with 5% of the battery remaining, which is burning life to support - not only can he not really get rid of the pursuers, but he will even face the danger of running out of mana and dying before being overtaken, which cannot be considered at all.

The chief cold god priest, who was half-forced and half-driven and could only continue to travel south at night, only felt a strange feeling of helplessness and desolation surging through his body and surging his heart.

He is not afraid of death, but he is troubled and annoyed by the fact that the purpose of existence cannot be fulfilled.

However, after feeling the magic in his body that was still full due to his best to save, the discouragement that almost filled his body was slowly replaced by the anger and decisiveness of dying: if it was not enough to rely on himself as bait, what about the lives of the enemies who stood in front of him?

Tomorrow's battle will either be the end of another battle between ice and fire after a thousand years, or it will be a turning point for turning defeat into victory. Even if you lose, you will lose heroically!

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It's dawning again.

With some persuasion and the approval of others, the pursuing coalition encamped around the queen and the three dragons, endured another night in the biting cold wind, and got up at dawn at the end of the night, as Iger had planned, and set out early, continuing the pursuit south along the footsteps of the almost freshly snow-covered army of ghouls on King's Road.

After only one night, the snow on the road, which had been flattened by the ghouls, was thick enough to cover the instep, making every step of the soldiers' march and every turn of the wagon extremely difficult. But no one complained...... On the contrary, everyone is rejoicing: it could have been worse.

After the land was granted, there were sufficient manpower and a well-developed pre-war part of the defense plan, so that until the day of the outbreak of the war, there was still a special maintenance team clearing snow during the day.

Now, what seemed like a futile effort in the past has taken on a huge effect: the slopes on both sides of the slopes that had previously been swept out are more than a man's height, as if two beautiful white were guarding the passage, and in the center was the apparently concave King's Road pavement – a striking feature that made the road stand out even in the whites, and it was impossible to get lost without a guide.

The howling cold wind came from the west, carrying countless snowflakes flying by, and it was another ordinary day in the cold of winter when the sun did not appear. The 5,000 land-giving army marched south under the escort of the three dragons, but by the end of the morning there was no sign of the enemy, and after a long day of driving in the afternoon, all they could see was the clearer and clearer marks of the stampede on the ground, and finally, miraculously, as Iger had guessed, the gray army of ghouls appeared in the field of view of the birds controlled by the shapeshifters.

Could it be a coincidence that after a whole day of desperate and hasty marching, even his legs were numb, but the distance between the pursuing troops and the enemy was neither increased nor shortened?

At least Daenerys doesn't think so. In the face of the facts, the little queen had no doubts, and when the army stopped and was about to start cooking, she consciously called the three dragons back to the ground without saying a word, and did not say a word about taking the initiative.

The soldiers who were lighting puffs of smoke in the snow, waiting for dinner and resting for sleep, waited for the hamstring-tingling news before they could take their first bite of food: Iger had ordered the land-giving army not to set up tents for the night—after dinner, they would continue the pursuit at night, ending the damned war before dawn.

Of course, it was not that the commander-in-chief suddenly had a convulsion of confidence, thinking that 5,000 land-giving soldiers could win a field encounter with tens of thousands of ghouls in the dark night, but according to the news and location in Bran Stark's newspaper, the first batch of reinforcements from the north led by Robb Stark stopped not far from the south after receiving the message from the crows, judging from the speed of the ghoul army, if they continued to advance along the road, they would definitely run into the vanguard of the north before dawn in a few hours. The latter will hold the target for an indeterminate period of time for the land-granting pursuers, but it is impossible to win alone, no matter how tired they are after a long day of frantic marching, the land-granting army will have to grit its teeth and move on, trying to finish everything tonight!

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