Samwell rushed out of the tent, only to find that it had become completely dark outside.

It's only three o'clock in the afternoon, and it's evening?

The wind and snow continued, and it got heavier and heavier.

The campfires in the camp were gradually extinguished in the icy wind, and countless pale smoke filled the air.

In the darkness, only the sound of whimpering horns and noisy and chaotic human voices could be heard.

The enemy is in the north.

Samwell makes a judgment.

Just now he almost thought that the Night's Watch had betrayed him, and when he left the Wall, he suddenly launched an attack on the wildlings, plotting against him.

However, the enemy from the north may be even more terrifying.

"The Strange Ghost is coming! The Strange Ghost is coming! ”

"Don't panic!" Samwell exclaimed.

He found a man in the crowd who looked like a leader wearing black ring armor and a golden hoop with carved ancestor runes on his arm, and commanded:

"Gather our warriors, light torches, and line up to meet the enemy!"

"Queue?" The savage shouted, "What line?" Fuck it! ”

With that, he led a group of spearmen and staggered north.

Samwell immediately gave up on commanding the savages in battle, these guys had no discipline at all.

"Mance!" The tent door opened, and Var rushed out, shouting, "Dana is going to give birth!" ”

Samwell still cares about Mance Red's wife at this time:

"Production is a woman's war, and you are now her only comrade-in-arms. And I, have my own battles to fight. ”

After speaking, he no longer paid attention to the shouts of the savage girl behind him, and rushed into the wind and snow.

There were constant whistles all around, loud and sharp.

The savages ran in a panic, some joining the warbands, some fleeing far away.

Samwell sees a mammoth trampling over the flock, and several female wildlings try to control the elephant and drive the flock away.

In the darkness, countless fast-moving figures appeared, accompanied by the wind and snow, their eyes were blue, and they exuded a terrifying aura.

It's a ghoul!

Samwell recognized them immediately.

Compared to the ghouls summoned by Crow-Eyed Euren Greyjoy in King's Landing, the ghouls in front of them are much quicker and seem more difficult to deal with.

I don't know if it's the icy climate that strengthens them, or if it's the dark factor.

Or both.

And these ghouls are not only humans, but also bears, wolves, giant deer, and even a few giant ice spiders that are three people tall.

Although undisciplined, the savage warriors fought fiercely.

But they are not facing ordinary opponents.

A wild man with a strange pattern on his face howled and stabbed his spear into the pale and soft belly of a ghoul, piercing it through its back, but the monster stumbled forward along the barrel of the gun, stretching out its black hands and smashing the wildling's eyes.

It's not a fair fight.

No matter how tenacious the wildlings were, they were still killed by the ghouls and retreated.

"Fire!" Samwell reminded, "They're afraid of fire!" ”

In fact, ghouls are more afraid of weapons made of Valyrian steel or dragon crystals, but these things are obviously not available to wildlings.

Fortunately, they still have fire.

"Rockets! Put rockets! A wildling leader came to his senses and yelled at the archers behind him.

Whoosh –

With the sound of bowstrings, hundreds of rockets were fired into the group of ghouls, and the ghouls who were hit by the arrows suddenly let out a strange roar, and their bodies twitched and twisted, obviously injured by the flames.

You know, even if they were stabbed in the heart before, they could continue to rush forward without hindrance.

Seeing that the flames had an effect, the wild people immediately became excited.

"Burn, burn you monsters, burn!"

They cursed and exchanged their swords for torches, which were clearly more useful than steel in the battle against the ghouls.

But at the moment, the number of campfires is obviously not enough for the savage warriors to share.

"Fire! We need more fire! ”

A wildling leader shouted at the top of his voice, but in the next second, the tent in front of him burst into flames.

Before he could recover his senses, the fire spread through the camp at breakneck speed.

In the blink of an eye, the entire tent in the northern part of the camp was on fire.

The churning flames roared like a dragon in the snow and ice, emitting a glowing heat that held back the ghouls' progress.

The wildlings cheered and lit more torches, but many of them cursed that the burning tents were their property.

Samwell's eyes have turned golden, and although he still maintains the appearance of Mance Red, his temperament has completely changed.

However, in the fierce battle, no wild man paid attention to his changes.

"Get them out of camp!" Savages shouted and waved torches.

Woowoo woo –

The wind suddenly rushed to the ground, and everyone felt a bone-chilling chill spread from the darkness of the north.

The chill was too strong for even the wildlings who had long been accustomed to the land of eternal winter to resist.

The burning fire dragon also dimmed, as if it could not withstand the cold.

Samwell felt a strong threat, and his golden pupils instantly condensed into a thin line, staring at the darkness ahead.

Huhuhuhu-

A horse came out of the depths of the wind and snow, its whole body covered in a layer of white frost, like frozen sweat, and its black dead intestines dragged down from its cracked belly.

On its back, sat a knight as pale as ice.

His body was as slender as a sword, his posture was as elegant as that of a nobleman, his eyes were as blue as the stars in the sky, his skin was as white as milk, and the armor on his body changed color as he moved, like a mirror made of ice.

A violent chill emanated from the Ice Knight's body, almost freezing the space into ice.

"Stranger?" Samwell subconsciously touched his back, only to remember that he didn't carry the greatsword [Dawn] in order to disguise himself as Mance Red.

The Ice Knight on the other side nodded, as if he could understand Samwell's words, and he opened his mouth to make a sound like the ice breaking.

Samwell couldn't understand the other person's language.

But from the eyes of this strange ghost, he always felt that the other party seemed to recognize him.

"Take your men and leave!" Samwell tried to communicate.

The strange ghost shook his head slowly, then drew his long sword with a faint and strange blue light, pointed it in the direction of the Great Wall of Desperation, and spoke again in a language that no one understood.

One of the savages lost patience and brandished a torch and shouted:

"Get out! Monster! Otherwise, Lao Tzu will burn you! ”

The ghost's blue gaze swept over, and the chill contained in it almost froze people into ice.

In the next second, he jumped gracefully from his horse, his feet on the burning ground, and made a sharp needle-like sound.

The stranger is not afraid of fire.

The thought crossed Samwell's mind.

And by this time, the strange spirits had already rushed up.

The ghouls were clumsy and sluggish, but the strangers were as light as snowflakes in the wind, and their whole body turned into a pale blue lightning bolt, rushing through the wall of fire and killing them.

The savages greeted him with torches and swords.

The icy blue blade in the stranger's hand swept through the flames, and the flames were extinguished instantly.

Bell Bell –

The wildling's sword slashed at the wraith's armor, causing ripples like a wave, but the armor remained intact.

The wraiths tiptoed around the snow, crystal sword snaps flipping and sliding like snowflakes into the gaps in the wildling's iron armor, passing through leather, wool, bone, and flesh, leaving deadly marks.

Hiss hiss –

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen wild men fell into the snow, and the hot blood was already frozen before it could be sprayed.

The strange ghost kept walking, carrying the ice blue sword, and continued to charge towards Samwell.

"Protect the Mance Chief!"

There were still wildlings to rush up, but Samwell had already taken the lead in rushing at the stranger.

His speed was extremely fast, and the whole person left an afterimage on the snow.

Boom –

The two figures staggered in mid-air, and a brilliant flame exploded.

Seeing that the armor on the surface of the strange ghost's body was still intact under the attack of flames, Samwell could finally confirm that this thing was indeed not afraid of fire.

At least not afraid of the fire he made with witchcraft.

However, he didn't panic, just pulled out a dark dagger from his waist—

Dragon Crystal Dagger.

Although he didn't carry the greatsword [Dawn], Samwell couldn't really go outside the Desperate Wall unprepared.

The moment the strange ghost saw the dragon crystal dagger, the blue eyes that were like ten thousand years of ice finally fluctuated.

There seemed to be a flickering mood similar to jealousy inside.

But by this time, Samwell had already rushed over, as fast as lightning.

The stranger opened its mouth and let out a silent roar.

In an instant, the wind and snow in the entire heaven and earth became violent.

All the flames were extinguished in an instant.

Darkness fell like a curtain, enveloping everything.

But Samwell didn't dodge, his golden eyes flashing with an incomparably determined light, and he rushed towards the stranger.

Boom –

In an instant, the flames burst again.

Like a volcanic eruption, magma surged, countless burning rocks fell to the earth, and flames and meteors flew everywhere.

The wraiths jerked back, trying to break free from the flames.

But the dragon crystal dagger seemed to be slow, but it actually plunged into his eyebrows extremely quickly.

Ding——

Pale blue blood spurted from the stranger's forehead, hissing and bubbling around the dragon crystal dagger, and he stretched out two skeletal pale hands to pull the dagger.

But before he could touch the dagger, the wraith's head began to melt like dew.

Everyone's eyes widened as they watched as this terrifying strange ghost gradually smoked and dissolved after being stabbed by the black dagger, turning into a chaotic and blurry liquid, and finally disappearing completely into the snow.

Only a thin wisp of swirling blue smoke drifted through the wind and snow.

The milky white glass-like bones, glowing with pale light, also melted.

Samwell held the dragon crystal dagger and looked at the water vapor on it, as if he was sweating.

And just as the strange ghost dissipated into the air, the whistling wind and snow suddenly became much smaller.

The ghouls turned around and fled as if they had seen something terrible.

When the savages finally woke up from a dream, someone boldly asked:

"How did you kill, Boss Mance...... This terrible monster? ”

"Obsidian." Samwell shook his dagger and said, "Some people call it Dragon Crystal." ”

As he spoke, he threw the dagger to a savage man, "This dragon crystal weapon restrains the strange ghosts. Alright, you guys clean up the battlefield. ”

"It's so cold!" The savage hurriedly caught the dragon crystal dagger, but it was frozen and fell to the ground.

Naturally, the surrounding savages scolded this guy bitterly, and then gathered again to carefully study this strange weapon that could kill strange ghosts.

Samwell headed for the Chinese camp.

Although it seems to be breezy on the surface, in fact, in his heart, he is more wary of strange ghosts.

This monster is much more difficult to deal with than a ghoul.

Don't look at it, he seemed to have killed the strange ghost with the dragon crystal dagger very easily just now, but you must know that with his current combat power, it can be said that he is the best in the Westeros continent.

If ordinary people take the dragon crystal weapon, I am afraid that they may not be able to encounter strange ghosts.

It's just one ghost, what if there are thousands of them?

And what about the legendary big boss, the Night King?

The more Samwell thought about it, the heavier his heart felt.

When he entered the tent, he saw Dana lying on a fur by the brazier, holding a baby in her arms, all red.

"Raw?" He tried to pretend to be surprised, but out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the location of the Winter Horn.

Then, his gaze froze.

Because, there is no trace of the great trumpet in the tent!

"yes, it's not dangerous." Var smiled and said, "The battle outside is over?" ”

"Well, it's over. There is only one strange ghost, and it is not difficult to deal with. Samwell stepped forward, "Give me a hug, kid." ”

Dana hugged the child tighter:

"You're not my husband."

Hearing this, Samwell suddenly stopped.

And Wa Er was startled, and hurriedly blocked in front of his sister, looking at the man vigilantly.

"Dana, what are you kidding?" Samwell reluctantly.

Dana shook her head slowly:

"You can imitate my husband's appearance, but you can't imitate the way he looks at me. There is no love in your gaze. ”

Samwell finally knows why Winterhorn is missing, apparently hidden by this woman.

So, he had no choice but to shrug his shoulders, return to his appearance, and say:

"You are smart, Lady Dana. To reside, I am Samwell Caesar, King of the Andals, Roynar and Forerunners, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Guardian of the Realm. ”

"Where's my husband?"

"He was a guest within the Great Wall."

"You people south of the Great Wall are really liars!" Wa Yi said angrily.

"And it seems to us that you savages are robbers, thieves, and savages." "But I'm doing it to protect everyone. Yes, everyone, including you. Many of my people think of you as a bunch of humanoid beasts who don't know the rules, but I still see you as human.

If you don't believe me, you can go out and ask if I just fought off the strange spirits and saved you. ”

Dana's face softened slightly, and she said:

"Well, Your Majesty Caesar, I believe in your sincerity. So, is it okay to let my husband go? ”

"As long as you agree to my terms, Mance will be free. And you, too, can enter the Great Wall. Samwell recounted his conditions.

Dana listened quietly and said:

"Your Majesty, I can agree to your terms. But there is only one small request. ”

Samwell was overjoyed when he heard this, he didn't expect the savage queen to be so good at talking:

"Tell me about it."

"The Trumpet of Winter must remain in our hands." "Only in this way can we savages ensure that our safety will not be compromised. ”

Samwell shrugged helplessly and said:

"Looks like I can only say yes."

Dana smiled delightfully:

"You won't regret gaining the friendship of savages."

(End of chapter)