"Your word is not credible. Osha dropped her spear, "I'll go with the crow." "The thin man is more concerned about pressing on her at night.

Raven is the name given to the night watchman by the savages outside the Great Wall with contempt and insult.

The Man in Black is the common name given to the Night's Watch by the people of the Seven Kingdoms.

The Night Watch is the official name for these brothers dressed in black.

Ousha has her own thoughts, even if she is sold to the girl's nest, it is better than staying outside the Great Wall. She didn't want to run into those white ghosts again, although the crow was not to be trusted, but she was a woman, and perhaps these men would find her more useful at night, like the thin man and the dead fat man.

"Oh, Osha made a choice, what about the three of you?" Will smiled, "Go or stay?"

"We ...... Go back ......," said the thin man tentatively. His hand holding the knife was sweaty and wet, and fear had drained most of his energy. Severed Colin, this one person alone may be able to slaughter the four of them.

Will get out of the way: "Okay, you have made your choice, let's go." ”

The thin man moved slowly, his eyes flickering.

Robb Stark said, "Go back and tell your king, Mance Red, that the Aliens are coming, and all the Terrans should be united. ”

However, the thin man only heard Robb's voice, but did not hear what Robb was saying, and fear was like a sharp sword, which had pierced him in the heart.

These suspicious crows are ready to play a game of hunting?! Colin doesn't have any arrows in his hand, and neither do the other three crows, so they won't let us fire them when we turn and walk away, the thin man thought, maybe they will chase and kill them after a dozen meters away, which will be more enjoyable.

The thin man finally walked past Will, and the crow's sword was still at his waist, not only did he not draw it, but his hand did not press the hilt. It was a gorgeous and precious sword, and the corner of the thin man's eyes swept over the sapphire on the hilt.

The other two men were in a trance and in disbelief, and the crow let them go, something they had never heard of. For thousands of years, crows and them have been mortal enemies, and they have a vendetta against each other. As long as they meet, either you die or I live, and there is no need for a reason for bloody killing.

By the time the thin man and his companions found themselves far away, and when they turned back, Raven and Osha were still standing by the rock. The thin man immediately ran wildly, while his two companions were already running ahead of him......

**

Robb looked solemn and knelt side by side with Will in the snow, listening to Will's spell.

He had learned a little bit of the lingua franca of Essos, and he had learned a little bit of the High Valyrian language, which was just the leisure time his parents had spent to let him know more about the world, but now they could help him determine that Will's spell was the High Valyrian language.

The Valyrians ruled the continent of Essos for thousands of years, and before the apocalypse, the Valyrian Empire did not fall, and their language naturally became a higher Valyrian language. Today, the Valyrian language has almost completely disappeared, and only some songs and books are still spoken in Valyrian. However, to this day, the Valyrian language is still considered a higher language in Essos.

In front of Will and Robb, there were the heads of Steve and the female savage, and above the two heads, there was the black and white order of the God of Thousand Faces.

Will gestured to Robb with his eyes, and Robb nodded. Will had said the incantation to him very slowly, he had only memorized the syllables of the language, but he didn't understand a word of the meaning of the language.

Will began to chant the mantra, low and slow, and Robb followed Will's rhythm like a student following a teacher.

They were offering sacrifices to the Grim Reaper, and communicating with the Grim Reaper through the Black and White Order.

Robb repeated the old and jerky syllables according to the spell of Weil, and the spell was completed, and the eyes of the black side of the black and white order slowly opened, as if someone inside had pushed open a window, and the window opened, and the shocked Robb saw that there was nothing in that eye, only a black void.

It was as if a faint black aura floated from the top of the two heads into the void of the black eye hole. Then, the eyes slowly closed, and everything returned to its original state.

Robb froze, suspecting that what he had just seen was not a reality, but an illusion. This kind of little magic trick can also be done by some courtiers of the Seven Kingdoms.

"Everyone dies. Will said.

"Everyone dies. Robb said.

"Well, the Grim Reaper sacrificed. Now peel off the two faces and make a sacrifice to the god of a thousand faces. Everyone must serve. ”

"Everyone must serve. Robb said. Pull out the dagger from your waist and begin to peel it.

The cold helped him, and a little blood came out of his skin, and he was frozen into ice. The dagger was sharp, and in a few moments, the two faces were peeled off like leather paper. It didn't take much effort, and things went smoothly beyond Robb's mental judgment. He thought it would be a difficult task, but when he started it, he found it much easier than he imagined.

Then he followed Will for a burst of obscure incantations, and in a trance, the black and white order, the lightly closed white eyes also slowly opened, and in a trance, the eyes opened, and inside was a void white. Robb looked closely, but found that there was nothing unusual in his eyes.

Everything is an illusion of oneself, or an illusion brought about by this spell.

"Mortals are serving. Finally, Will said.

"Mortals are serving. Robb repeated.

What these incantations and these final epilogues meant, Robb didn't understand. He just memorized the cumbersome syllables.

"Both the Grim Reaper and the Thousand Faces have responded to our sacrifices, Lord Robb, I will give you the Silvermoon Mask now, and you will be the Silvermoon Judge in the face of our Star Warriors in the future. Will took out a small mask from his bosom, this mask was silver, but only half faced, and there was a flow of silver light on it, as if it were the flow of magic.

Robb took it, the Silver Moon Mask was made of unknown materials, he thought it was cold, but the tentacles were as warm as jade, smooth and comfortable. He pressed the mask to his face at Will's motion, and the mask was like life, gently locking the skin of his face, fastening it automatically, and his eyes looked through the eyeholes of the mask, and there was no discomfort, and the suppressed half of his nostrils did not feel cramped by oppression.

Robb understands that this is a magic mask.

"Silvermoon Judge, follow me in reciting the Transfiguration Mantra and keep in mind that in the future, you can change your form as long as you recite it in your heart. ”

"What about the body being tall, short, fat and thin, and the change in voice?"

"Then you need to sacrifice more lives to the god of death, and more faces to the god of a thousand faces. ”

**

Across the Narrow Sea, the free trade city-state of Braavos, on the Isle of the Gods, in the middle of the Black and White Courtyard.

The priests and acolytes suddenly tensed, rushing to and fro, some crawling into holes in the darkness. Hole. The scrawny people inside who were quietly waiting for death couldn't help but sit up, and in the darkness, a pair of bright and faint eyes could be seen, giving a creepy feeling to the tall man kneeling by a black pool praying.

The man's armor shone with a ghostly light, and although there was a small oil lamp on the wall, the light could not even illuminate the road under his feet.

"Pastor, what happened?" the burly man asked, looking up at the pastor who had brought him in.

The priest's face was hidden in the hood, and there was darkness in the hood, and the man saw only the darkness.

"The god of a thousand faces sensed the offerings from afar. The priest's voice was like a sigh, "Come, mortal, drink this bowl of water, and you will get what you want." ”

"No, I'm not a mortal, my name is Jaime Lannister, and by divine decree, I'm speaking by real name. I've already paid the price, I'm going to learn the Transfiguration of the Black and White Academy, not to come here to drink this dirty water. And, pastor, you lied to me, how can a distant offering cause alarm in your voice?