As night fell, rain began to drift from the sky. The hazy rain mixed with snowflakes made the entire earth seem to be swallowed by a huge white ghost. The fortress claimed that there was only a short earth wall, and even people of the little demon Tyrion could turn over, so it was just a decoration. But even so, everyone was willing to rest on one side of the wall instead of the other side.

Tonight is probably the last rain before winter. From tomorrow onwards, there will be only snow or ice storms. The weather is getting worse and worse, and it will not improve within a few years. This will be the longest winter ever in the Westeros and will be the most difficult one. Unlike the locals, Zhao Mai clearly knows the threat of the White Walkers. They will take advantage of the winter to march south to attack the realm of living people. The last time they did this, the Seven Kingdoms were still ruled by the Targaryen family. They also had dragons, truly huge flying dragons that could spit fire. Relying on the power of the dragon, the White Walkers were repelled and the Great Wall was preserved. This time, humans had long since lost dragons.

Zhao Mai couldn't help but think of the one he saw in the Mingyue Mountains, hoping that it could help humans in the battle against the White Walkers. This world is very wrong, and it seems not just as simple as Zhong Jianbai said, "the intensity increases and stability decreases." This feeling has always lingered in his heart, and he can't forget it even if he can't figure it out, making him unable to sleep.

However, most of the night watchmen were sleeping. The house was for Custer and his wife. The night watchmen could not share it, but the walled yard was good, and there was also a fire to snuggle. Zhao Mai sat on the roof and watched the fortress, waiting for Custer to appear. His psychic energy penetrated through the gaps between the roof and the walls, monitoring the rude, strong and ugly guy.

In the middle of the night, he suddenly opened his eyes, as if he was awakened by some kind of nightmare. He reached out and touched the bed, and Custer sniffed his fingers before he started putting on his clothes.

The more born child slept soundly in his cradle. He only ate his mother's milk once, but still thought he was safe and happy. Castel grabbed the cradle and glanced at his own child. Zhao Mai observed with the last hope, hoping to see grief or nostalgia in Castel's eyes. But there was only coldness in those eyes, and the only disgust was toward the poor boy, not himself. So Zhao Mai stood up and massaged his muscles with the natural force to prepare his body for battle.

Instead of pushing the door out, Custer went to the basement. Through a secret door, he entered the real storage room. The food was piled up here, and the pickled lamb legs and pig legs were enough for his family to eat for three years. Zhao Mai's spiritual vision kept following him, watching him pick up an egg from the reserve, chew the skin and eat it together, and still wiped his mouth with unfulfilled pleasure.

Behind the storage room is the secret passage for escape, with the opening two miles away from the fortress, under a huge pine tree. Custer crawled out of it and spitted white ice mist and walked deep into the woodland. His black feet crunched on the ground, but the footprints were quickly buried and disappeared. Tomorrow morning, the night watchman would not find this footprint, so he did not know where the children were going.

Zhao Mai held the reserved grain, and the reserved grain carvings were filled with small flowers. Everyone jumped between the branches and followed Caster's head. The spiritual power and the natural force cooperated with each other, making him like a combination of a silent owl and agile ape.

Cast was firm in his pace and moved forward quickly in the forest. He soon left the fortress and came to a secret altar deep in the forest. A pillar made of ice crystals grew out of the soil. It was about the thickness of a human leg. It expanded to a height of about the chest, forming a platform with open hands. Cast placed his newborn son on this platform, looked around, and then turned around and left.

His footprints quickly disappeared, and were frozen and covered by ice and snow like his human heart. Zhao Mai landed on the ground and came to the baby, and found that he was trembling. But he was too small to fight against the cold surroundings, and even could not cry. Zhao Mai put down the reserve grain and small flowers, took out a cherry that had performed the magical berry technique, removed the kernel and squeezed the juice out and dripped it into the baby's mouth.

The child licked his lips, as if he had more strength, and showed a sweet smile. His eyes were spinning hard under his eyelids, but even if he opened his eyes, he was not old enough to see Zhao Mai's face. Zhao Mai chanted a spell, gathering the natural force to generate warm fire, helping the child resist the cold.

The wind and snow suddenly became heavier, and large swaths of snow whizzed by Zhao Mai's ears from behind. Zhao Mai frowned and suddenly felt something was wrong in his heart. "Be careful, behind you, Zhao Mai, please dodge!" Xiaohua's voice sounded, and the sudden scream of the reserved grain.

Zhao Mai immediately moved to the side. But it was still too late. A spear made of ice crystals stabbed his shoulder, but fortunately, the heart avoided the attack, and the magical Gejia was tough enough that it could not touch the skin.

Zhao Mai rolled on the spot, the hunter's blood spear had been drawn out, and the flame spell gathered in his other hand. This was a battle that did not require self-introduction, and neither side had the idea of ​​instigating the opponent.

The White Walker was like a pale shadow, and his whole body was filled with cold air. Ice chips kept falling from it, colliding on the ground to make a sound of dingling. ‘Strange, why didn’t you hear this sound before?’ The White Walker had a human form, but it was not a complete entity. Instead, it was more like a ghost hidden in the mist. Although he could see his shriveled body, it was probably just a projection. For this type of enemy, the reserved food was not very helpful. “Take Xiaohua aside and teleport away when you encounter danger!”

A gust of wind blew, and the White Walkers seemed to be blown away, floating on the side with the wind direction, without any sound. It turned out that this was the secret of their silent movement. It seemed that they should be careful of the wind in their ears in the future. Zhao Mai stared at the White Walkers' bright blue eyes, raised his hand and cast the fire of the natural force!

Three small red fire beads flew over, and the White Walker looked curiously, as if he was observing the natural force in the spell. It was estimated that no one had cast a spell in front of them for a long time, so it showed a moment of pause. But it immediately showed a good combat reaction, and its body moved quickly, drew an arc to bypass the three fire beads, and rushed towards Zhao Mai.

Its movements were fast and fierce, and it had long exceeded the scope of humans. If Jon and others came to deal with it, they would be very busy. However, it was not as good as Zhao Mai. Only with a "clang" sound, the ice crystal spear and the hunter's blood spear collided. The spiritual power was hidden in the muscles and exploded at this moment. Zhao Mai shook his arm and pushed the ice crystal spear aside.

The hunter's blood spear went down the trend and headed straight to the heart of the White Walker's door! Another "clang" sound, the blood spear actually hit a hard shell, and the attack was stopped.

Originally, the blue halo at the tip of the spear quickly subsided, and a layer of ice crystal climbed up. Zhao Mai was shocked. He felt the effect of the frozen ice freezing of the mind power! In fact, the White Walker was also surprised. Not only would the weapon hit it, it would not cause damage, but it would immediately turn into ice cubes and then shatter in the collision. The spear that hit the chest did not break immediately, which shows that it was of excellent quality. However, the ice crystal had already climbed up, and the rest was just a matter of time.

The White Walker waved the ice crystal spear again and slashed it on Zhao Mai's head. Zhao Mai immediately retracted the weapon and rolled back to avoid it. He didn't want his hunter's blood spear to collide with the ice crystal weapon again. If it was broken, wouldn't it be a disaster? He took the weapon back into the storage bracelet without hesitation to avoid further damage.

Standing opposite the White Walker with empty hands, Zhao Mai's eyes were still burning with warlike flames. Seeing that the stabbing of his spear was difficult to work, the White Walker used his hand to wipe the gun rod and transformed it into a long sword.
Chapter completed!