Spellcasting Heavens

The biting cold wind from the far north is always a lingering nightmare for night watchmen.

Especially recently, many people have discovered an incredible phenomenon, that is, the days are getting shorter and shorter, while the nights are getting longer and longer, and the temperature of the surrounding environment is getting lower day by day.

It seems that everything is indicating that the long summer is coming to an end and the terrible winter is coming.

To know the seasons in A Song of Ice and Fire, don't expect that three months are the dividing line on the earth, and they will alternate after a short period of time.

The seasons here usually last for a long time, especially after the long summer that lasts for several years, it is often followed by two or three consecutive years, or even more than four or five years of cold winter.

During this process, food production will be severely reduced due to ambient temperature and insufficient light. A large number of civilians will starve to death or freeze to death due to lack of food or lack of adequate clothing and fuel to keep out the cold.

For the residents of Westeros, especially in the north, winter is like the white god of death, without any beauty described by poets, and every time it appears, it will be accompanied by terrible disasters.

However, as an outsider, Volant is not as worried about the arrival of winter as other Night's Watchmen. Instead, he devotes himself to searching for traces of the White Walkers.

Because he understands that as he wastes more and more time in this world, there will be fewer and fewer choices left.

Although he still holds some information that someone urgently needs, he does not dare to use it as a threat.

But unfortunately, the poor guy didn't realize that from the moment he proposed the exchange, he was already on Zhang Cheng's blacklist.

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Damn! I hate this damn weather! These white snowflakes have been floating since two days ago, and I don't know when they will stop. A young night watchman struggled in the snow that touched his knees. trudging along, cursing under his breath through gritted teeth.

Stop complaining! If I were you, I would save my energy! Try to return to Castle Black before dark, otherwise you know what you will encounter. Another night watchman let out a breath of anger.

The terrifying low temperature gave everyone in this patrol team frostbite on their faces, and their beards and eyebrows were densely covered with white frost.

Under such terrifying low temperatures, let alone eating, drinking, and even excretion can only be done in pants. Otherwise, once you take off your pants, you can freeze to death in just the blink of an eye.

Looking at the clumsy movements of these night watchmen, Volent took a deep breath and carefully hid his entire body behind a huge rock wall, and did not continue to move forward with them.

Because of his ability, he can clearly feel that danger is approaching quietly.

Among them, the night watchman who was walking at the front had a strong death aura that was almost forming substance.

Under such circumstances, unless a god comes to earth, it is absolutely impossible to change the fate of his impending death.

Just when the unsuspecting young man was about to turn around and say something to his companions, hundreds of dense figures suddenly appeared in the canyon ahead.

Because it was snowing heavily, the visibility was not too high, so the faces of these people could not be clearly seen for the time being.

However, according to the experience of the Night Watchmen, except for savages, it is impossible for residents of the Seven Kingdoms to appear in large numbers north of the Great Wall.

So they said nothing,

He immediately pulled out his sword and shouted loudly: Stop! Don't come any closer! We are the night watchmen! If you don't want to die, get away immediately!

quiet!

There was silence!

The other party obviously had no intention of responding at all. He just shook his body and moved forward slowly, not paying attention to the warning at all.

Damn! Looks like we're in trouble! Matt! Get on your horse and go back and report! the captain shouted at the young man who kept complaining.

But before the latter could get on his horse, a spear made entirely of ice pierced the air, and with a pop, the poor guy passed through his chest and was nailed to the ground.

The location of the hit was very precise, piercing one of the most important organs in the human body, the heart.

No!!! Matt was killed! The older night watchman next to him glanced at the body and immediately shouted nervously.

If it weren't for the regulations of the Night's Watch, anyone who escaped from battle would be sentenced to death without exception. He would definitely have climbed onto his horse and fled directly back to the land of the Seven Kingdoms. Even being a free and easy bandit would be better than losing his life. .

Get ready for battle! There are no cowards in the Night's Watch! Even if we die! We have to bring a few savages with us!

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Noticing that the enemy had quietly surrounded the patrol he led, the captain immediately issued the order to fight to the death without thinking.

After hundreds of years of vendetta, the Night Watch Legion and the savages outside the Great Wall have long been on the same level. There is nothing to talk about. Usually when encountering each other in the wild, unless one of them is completely dead, they will never stop.

But soon, the captain discovered that he had made a mistake, an unimaginably huge mistake.

What he encountered was not a savage at all, but a group of dead corpses. Some of them had been exposed to extremely cold weather for a long time. The skin all over their bodies was full of gray and pale, and their eyes flashed with a biting blue cold light. .

“Can someone tell me what the fuck is this?!!!”

Ahhhhhh!!!!!!

Monster! Monster back from the dead!

Run! There's no way we can defeat such a monster!

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In just a few seconds, the poor night watchman fell into a state of collapse. The courage he had finally built up to fight to the death disappeared in an instant, and he ran in all directions without looking back.

They may be willing to fight against the savages who also have flesh and blood, but they will never fight against the living dead that they cannot understand.

Maybe it's superstitious concern, or maybe it's because there are too many horror stories about monsters circulating in the North. In short, the living dead are always monsters that can scare ordinary people, even if they are not much stronger than humans.

Tap tap tap tap!

Accompanied by the rhythmic sound of horse hooves, a group of white ghosts riding death horses finally rushed out and caught up with these night watchmen who had lost their fighting courage. They picked up ice arrows that shone with white cold light and killed them with a sword, dazzling red. Blood spurted out more than one meter high on the spot, and then he ran forward a few steps using inertia before falling to the snow with a thud.

Cold!

ruthless!

Every move of these special beings created by magic blends into the biting cold wind and white snow. No wonder some people regard them as the god of death in winter.

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