Jon took the things handed over by Zhao Mai, ate them crunched, and then left like a sleepwalking - the bad news from the south was enough for him to think, and he should be in his current state for a while. After all, he is just a fifteen-year-old child now, just to prove to everyone that he has grown up, but he is still very fragile in his heart.

It seems that Xue's acne is so big. Zhao Mai threw a Nine-Turn Golden Pill into his mouth. This thing is really delicious to make snacks. What did he do when he was fifteen or sixteen years old? Zhao Mai tried hard to recall, it seemed that it was really the case. Thanks to those papers for helping him get through the age of confusion, impulsiveness and longing.

He is also studying now, but his mood is absolutely different from that time. Taking a piece of dry cheese dipped in honey as a snack, Zhao Mai decided not to sleep tonight and kept reading until "that thing" happened.

The three corpses brought back by the night watchman are not good people. They have been transformed into "corpse ghouls" by the evil forces on the other side of the Great Wall of Desperation, or are easy to understand as "fast zombies with ice and snow attributes". They are made by White Walkers through corpses, and they have no thoughts and only know how to fight. They will wake up tonight and launch a raid on the people of Black Castle.

Zhao Mai couldn't enter the Great Wall Tunnel, and he didn't want to be foolishly guarding the tunnel entrance in the middle of the night, so he could only wait. Besides, even if he warned the night watchmen now, what kind of excuse should he use? Fortunately, corpses are not very difficult to kill. Their power and speed will be higher than before, but they are limited. They are no longer afraid of death, and the fatal injuries to flesh and blood are mostly ineffective for them. The most commonly used and effective decapitation tricks are also very good for them.

But on the other hand, Zhao Mai had a faint concern. Since the dragon could walk through the clouds and mist, such a strange profession as the witch hunter has appeared, God knows whether there will be any changes in the White Walkers and the Ghosts. If you only believe in the information recorded on the earth, wouldn’t it be too underestimated to the enemy?

Zhao Mai found Bachelor Yimeng, who was closing his eyes to rest. "You talk about the myths and legends about the north and the records of the founding of the Great Wall of Desperate? That's rare. I think about where to put it." Bachelor Yimeng held his side face with his hand and recalled carefully. "You go down the spiral stairs, probably on the east wall at the bottom of the floor. I remember there is a book called "Song of the Son of the Forest". This book is in the form of poetry and is difficult to understand, but the left and right sides of the shelves should be books from that era."

"Thank you, Master Yimeng." Zhao Mai raised his chin to the reserved grain, and the dog walked over and climbed to Master Yimeng. The old man reached out and rubbed it from the reserved grain: "It's so warm, it's a dog!"

Zhao Mai went down the ladder and checked the files piled up in the mountains. He finally found his goal. When he came up, it was already dark, and the fat Samwell Talley also came. He lived next to Master Emon for easy care. He was standing at the door, watching the reserved grain nervously, and did not dare to move around. He had heard from his brothers about the battle between the wolf and the dog. He knew the power of the direwolf, so he was naturally equally nervous when facing the same level of reserved grain.

"YHi, Sam. Don't worry, this is an obedient dog. Go and touch it. I promise you are fine." Zhao Mai put five books in his arms on the table and said, "What is the scenery north of the Great Wall of Desperate?"

"Length, everything else is fine." Sam plucked up his courage, stretched out his fat hand, touched the reserve grain, and then breathed a sigh of relief. "By the way, Mike, can you ask for something?"

"Say it, I'm willing to serve you."

"Thank you, you're so polite." Sam scratched his head, "That's right. During dinner tonight, everyone heard the news from the king and Jon's father, and they were comforting him. However, after Sir Erisha arrived, he called Jon a traitor. Jon got angry, and he...of course he would be angry. But attacking officials was not possible. I know the rules of the night watchman, so everyone stopped him together. The bear veteran Jon was locked up, and Bai Ling accompanied him, and was in the guard room under the commander's tower. However, the point was that he didn't have a meal..."

"Oh, you want me to deliver food to him, why don't you go?"

"When Mr. Xiong punished Jon, he said, 'No one of you goes to see him'. I think the commander is referring to all night watchmen, and should not include you..." Sam clasped his hands in front of his chest: "Please..."

"Okay, I don't think there is any problem." Zhao Mai nodded: "But I'm not responsible for going to the cafeteria to ask for things for him. The chef in the cafeteria would think that I was preparing food for the reserved food, and maybe I would give me dog food, so I can't give Jon. So, can you do this?"

"Of course, no problem!" Sam nodded vigorously, pushed open the door and rushed into the night.

Bachelor Yimon put his head on the back of the chair and said with a smile: "This is such a good guy."

Zhao Mai nodded and sat down next to the old man. Suddenly, he felt a little lonely. No matter how smart or loyal the reserved grain was, it was just a big dog who could not speak. He still needed to communicate with people and talk to people who could understand his current situation.

It would be great if he could have a Sam-like brother like Jon. Zhao Mai had an idea. If his younger brother and sister could develop supernatural powers and have the ability to protect themselves, could he also take him in the car to travel with him?

Just as I was thinking about this, I saw the reserve grain suddenly stand up, prick up my ears and listen carefully, and then yelled three times. Then, a wolf howl came from outside the door, and Wuwuou repeated it twice. The reserve grain immediately bared its teeth, hummed at Zhao Mai twice, then straightened its body and pointed it out of the door with its nose.

The cold winter seemed to have come suddenly, and the cold air kept floating in the crack of the door. Zhao Mai watched the wooden door with a layer of frost. Something happened! Zhao Mai immediately understood. He pulled out the hunter's blood spear, walked to the door, and pricked up his ears and listened. On the wooden stairs outside, the sound of boots stepping on the wooden steps, but it was not as heavy as Sam.

"Aliang, protect Master Yimeng." If the outside is really the ghoul envisioned by Zhao Mai, then the teeth of the grain storage are not very useful, leaving it behind can take care of the smartest mind in the entire Black Castle.

"No matter what you want to do, be sure to pay attention to safety." Master Yimeng seemed to feel the change in the atmosphere, so he said to Zhao Mai.

Zhao Mai pushed open the door and happened to meet a walking corpse. The long-dead Ranger was cold all over, his skin was as transparent as ice, and his eyes were bright sky blue. Cold air continued to emerge from his broken trouser legs and extended in all directions along his feet.

A pair of claws suddenly grabbed Zhao Mai, and the black nails were like barbs. Five rushed towards the heart and five aimed at the eyes. Its speed was slightly faster than ordinary people. If it suddenly attacked an unprepared person, it would be possible to succeed directly. However, Zhao Mai had already prepared mentally and physically, and used a remote control ring to the moment it launched an attack.

The corpse ghost was wrapped in the power of the mind and was directly fixed in place. Its hands were trembling, but it could no longer move forward. Zhao Mai was about to carefully check the monster at close range, but suddenly felt a cold chill hit his heart.
Chapter completed!