The ghouls tore down large sections of the wooden fence and began to charge into the camp from all directions, leaving the living in retreat, soon in a situation where they could only rely on the debris heaps of debris in the fence, the campfire, and the flesh and blood of their teammates to cover themselves.

The situation is desperate, but the constant sound of explosions and fires still inspires the morale of the people. An oil drum can kill a ghoul more than a dozen monarchicides, but more important than the power of the explosion is the psychological hint of the support itself from the top of the Great Wall: the people above haven't given up on them yet!

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At the top of the 200-metre-high Great Wall, night watchman sentries struggled to throw oil drums and shoot rockets. A wall of fire would be ideal cover for the survivors on the ground, but the huge difference in height made it difficult to ensure the accuracy of the attack - it was too difficult to keep the oil drums from falling too far and not blowing up in the crowd.

Just when the night watchmen were nervously looking down at the battle below from the top of the Great Wall, and their hearts were too strong to be enough, a soft and slightly lazy female voice came from behind everyone.

"Friends of the Night's Watch, I heard—you're in trouble?"

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At some point, Melisandre also arrived in a cage.

"Below, thousands of lives are about to fall to the hands of the ghouls. Seeing the witch, Iger seemed to regain some hope, and he expressed his idea: "We wanted to use oil drums to form a ring of fire around the wooden fence, but we couldn't throw it so accurately, and ...... The fire was also not big enough. ”

"I see. The red-robed woman was not talking about what thousands of lives should look like, she smiled, walked lightly and unhurriedly to the edge of the Great Wall, and looked down.

The hastily erected wooden fence had fallen nearly halfway under the onslaught of the ghouls, and the courage to organize a defense did not allow the living dead and ghoul to flinch in the slightest. The black-clad and savages hiding in it had been compressed into a semicircle against the wall under the enemy's onslaught, and the warriors on the outermost edge were still wounded and fell, and the crowd was like a ball of mud washed by the waves, constantly peeling and shrinking.

The situation was clear, and Melisandre quickly raised her head: "It looks like the people below need help. ”

Mor Meng whispered with a displeased face: "Priestess, if you have any good means with your so-called red god, hurry up and use it, don't talk about it here!"

"Thank you, since the Commander has asked for help, then I should help you. Melisandre nodded, and raised her hands that had always been in front of her, and the display was generally in front of her. "I'll ask Lahlo for help, but there's no guarantee that he'll come to his rescue. ”

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The so-called "asking Lakhlo for help" is naturally just a cover-up. How can a true God respond to everything, even in person?

Melisandre had been at the Wall for some time, looking for an opportunity to flex her power and gain influence, but the Night's Watch at the Wall was not the same as the commoner aristocrats of the South - they were accustomed to being eccentric, and it was difficult for ordinary tricks and tricks to attract their attention or fool them.

If you continue to stay in this way day after day, you will simply come to the Great Wall. Perhaps, it's time to expend some precious mana to make these men in black feel some awe of the Lord of Light.

Even if it doesn't make the Night's Watch obedient to him, he can at least get it easier to spread the belief in the Red God to the land-givers...... Anyway, after all, for some reason, the speed at which his mana was recovered at the Great Wall was much faster than in the south.

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The red-robed woman figured out the joints, lowered her head, looked down at the dying and struggling wildlings and some black-clothed soldiers under the Great Wall, and began to drum up the mana in her body.

There were ready-made fires and combustibles on the ground below, and Melisandre picked a slight pick from her memories and chose an accommodation. This is an easy-to-learn fire spell that anyone with a talent for spells can learn through practice. But at a distance of two hundred meters, the flames needed to burn strong enough to stop the tide of ghouls...... Add these two conditions together, and even the simplest spells can become incredibly difficult.

However, as one of the finest Red God Sacrifices in the world, Melisandre is confident that she can perform it.

She concentrated, chanting a mantra to assist. Because he hadn't cast a spell of this magnitude for too long, the magic flowed through his body, bringing a long-lost stinging pain. Manipulative, tangible, colorless and odorless fire-attribute energy poured out from his body, extending like tentacles to the battle site under the Great Wall......

The night watchman officers who were staring at her as if they were watching the play were confused, and some of them were even beginning to grow angry at Melisandre's unseemly pretending, while the soldiers lining up at the edge of the Wall to fire rockets downwards exclaimed.

On the ground below, the flames burning at the oil drums around the wooden fence suddenly rose a few meters high, not only increasing the brightness several times, but also igniting the wooden walls and door panels that fell to the ground, and the flames spread rapidly like a swimming poisonous snake, instantly igniting the entire wooden fence, forming a circular fire wall more than two meters wide, isolating the hundreds of ghouls on the periphery from the forwards who were biting and fighting hand-to-hand with the human warriors in the wooden fence.

This is definitely not a normal burn, and maybe a wildfire can spread so quickly, but it definitely can't create such a strong fire in an instant......

Everyone looked at the red-robed girl in surprise, this witch, there is really some way!

The raging flames instantly engulfed dozens of ghouls stepping on the wooden plank, dividing the dead army into two groups at once, and the less than 100 ghouls in the inner circle quickly turned into piles of rotten flesh and bones or fire balls under the fierce counterattack of the living people, and this last group of wild men seemed to be saved!

"Keep throwing oil drums. Melisandre did her best to maintain the spell, but she tried to make a casual expression that was weighty and light, which helped to instill awe in the onlookers: "Rahlo can't make such a fire out of thin air, something has to be burned before it can continue." ”

With the facts in front of him, Mormont had to choose to believe her, and the commander-in-chief turned his head to look at the soldiers around him, and shouted: "What are you looking at, keep throwing!"

Egger felt the sudden heat from Melisandre's body, and poked his head out to see what was going on: the flames continued to burn violently, quickly engulfing the entire wooden wall. The sound of the fence breaking and falling to the ground under the fire is clearly discernible and the fire alone is difficult to achieve even dozens of wildfires.

The ghouls have no intelligence, but the behind-the-scenes existence that controls them is not stupid, and seeing that no puppet can pass through this raging flame alive, the ghouls on the periphery stood in unison, and even took the initiative to take two steps back and spread out the formation to reduce the killing efficiency of the rockets to them.

"My lord, now hurry up and open the floodgates, the people below are still saved!"

"But so many people...... More than our people and the Mountain Clans in Castle Black combined, in case ......"

"Pass my order, keep the highest guard in Castle Black, and raise the gate one person high. Mormont ordered with a calm face, "Tell the brother who manages the gate today that once he hears the horn later, he will immediately re-open the gate!"

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The sluice rose a little more than a meter again, and the shouts of excitement from under the Great Wall could be heard even from the top of the Great Wall, and although the savages who had experienced a bloody battle suffered heavy casualties, they were no longer as panicked as they had just escaped from the Ghost Forest, and they were not sure whether they were under the command of Jaime and other night watchmen or completely spontaneous, and the male warriors and spearwomen consciously continued to maintain their vigilance on the periphery, allowing the children and the wounded to pass first.

The crisis looked like it was about to be overcome, but the witch who was maintaining the flaming walls quickly changed her expression and looked up at the edge of the Shadow Forest: "They're coming. ”

Mormont followed the red-robed woman's line of sight, but didn't see anyone: "Who?

A familiar chill suddenly rose on the surface of his skin, and Egg, who had experienced it, was the first to understand what the witch was saying. He looked at the edge of the ghost forest, but did not catch the figure of the strange ghost, but he caught a glimpse of a cold flash in the corner of his eye, and the familiar fear suddenly returned to his heart. In the sense of danger, he did not hesitate to exert his arms and push the red-robed woman hard.

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[Fourteen more owed...... Try to recover from the daily change, and pay off the debts you owe in the future.