The war in the south has begun, and the war in the north of the Great Wall is approaching. Since Jon returned, Mr. Xiong has issued a mobilization order, requiring all night watchmen to reserve combat supplies, start training according to the strictest standards, and be ready to deal with threats from the dead at any time.

The dead did not appear again, but everyone knows in their hearts that they will appear sooner or later. Although there are rumors that the savages found help from wizards from somewhere and used evil spells to scare the night watchmen. But the facts are far from that. Even the savages who often harass the night watchmen are also threatened by White Walkers. They are gathering to cross the Great Wall of Desperate. If they cannot let go, then they will destroy it and kill them.

The Night Watcher was not sure whether the White Walkers appeared sporadically or large-scale, but the threat of the savages was really felt. The various reports received by Commander Mormon showed that the savages were gathering. They were not sure how big they were, when and where they were going to do what they were. The Great Wall defense line was too long, and there were too few night watchers to take care of them at all. He had a plan to take the initiative, unexpectedly demonstrate his strength, and block the savages.

Zhao Mai understood his thoughts and expressed his appreciation for his courage. This was a good opportunity to cross the Great Wall, so he also took the initiative to join the training of the Night Watchmen to make himself appear more useful.

Another person who particularly likes this training is Jon. Since he came back, the boy has finally grown up a little and realized that he is just a mortal, and mortals can only improve through hard work. He has finally found a suitable opponent.

"If you move half a step to the side and aim at my side ribs, I will lose balance even if I go back to the sword block."

Zhao Mai chuckled twice: "Yes, your skills are better than me. But my speed, strength and accuracy are better than you, so you are lying on the ground and I stand."

Jon got up from the ground, patted his butt, and picked up his sword: "Come again!"

I have to say that Jon grew up in the Stark family and received the best education in the North. He had more than one swordsman, riding teacher, and shooting teacher, and he had no trouble with inheritance, so he could concentrate on learning these, which made him far surpass his peers in sword skills. However, there were not many people from the entire Night Watch Army who were serious knights, and most of them were thieves, robbers, and fraudsters. He could not find a suitable opponent until he encountered a nail in Zhao Mai.

"I don't know why, I feel happy and sad at the same time when I see you being knocked to the ground." Pipp stood aside with his sword and said to Jon: "This feeling is very strange. I'm a little uncertain, so how about doing it a few more times?"

"Don't talk about sarcastic Pipp, you can come down and try." Jon yelled hard, and white mist kept popping out of his mouth: "Mike, I'll find a way to defeat you."

"Oh, this is probably difficult." Zhao Mai shook his head: "Do you think it's all my ability now?"

"I don't understand why the seven countries have never heard of your name? With your skills, you can easily win the championship in the martial arts competition, right?"

"Yes, that's not a big problem. But is there any benefit?" Zhao Mai saw Jon waving his sword, neither retreating nor blocking, and rushed into Jon's arms with his explosive power driven by his mind, and then hit his forehead with a head hammer. Jon was startled, and then squatted down with his head covering.

"How could this fight?" He was still very dissatisfied.

"The corpse ghouls will do this." Zhao Mai said: "They only have one purpose, very simple, and they are to kill you. Your sword moves are exquisite and can follow up with various changes, but there is a shortcoming, that is, they cannot be fatal with one blow. Will corpse ghouls care about losing a few intestines or losing an arm? I use a head hammer, and they will chew with their teeth, and at this time your entire face should be gone."

Zhao Mai was surrounded by people, all of Jon's good friends, and men who could be brothers. So he said, "There is only one weakness of the corpse ghouls, that is their heads. Beheading and beheading can defeat them. So don't think about attacking the torso with swords. From now on, there can only be three goals: the head, the neck, and the claws that stretch towards you. The corpse ghouls have no sword skills, they are just faster than you, stronger than you, and more fierce than you." He looked around and said, "Just like me."

"If the ghoul is like you, we will be dead." The melancholy Eddie said with a frown.

"Of course it's not as good as me." Zhao Mai said: "Sweat more often in normal times and bleed less during wartime."

This sentence was not only heard by the people who were training, but also by Commander Mormon and Master Emon standing in the castle corridor. Mr. Xiong personally pushed the bachelor's wheelchair and placed him in a place where he could shelter from the wind and bask in the sun: "Master Emon, where is this Mike? Do you see that?"

"I've been blind for several years, Mormon, have you forgotten?" Master Yimon turned his head and chased the sunshine like a sunflower: "Old friend, I don't know where he came from. Maybe it was the one who came from the sky to help us."

"Why do you say that?"

"He has been reading books from me, and he was looking for specific books long before the body stood up and attacked us." Master Emon said slowly: "It's all about ancient mythology and some battle records of our Night Watchmen. He gave all those books to Samwell and is now in further arrangement."

"In other words, he knew it long ago?" Mormon frowned, unable to believe it: "Master Yimon, are you saying that prophecy can come true?"

"From a bachelor's perspective, I can only say that I don't know. But as an old man, I really hope that prophecy and magic are true." Master Emon blinked his eyes. He felt that he could see the changes in light and darkness, and his eyesight seemed to be improving. This was also a magical thing related to Mike. "You know I am a Targaryen, but since I was a child, there were no dragons in our family. Do you know how sad Targaryen's childhood was without dragons? If before I die, I could see magic and miracles happen, then I could know that my life's hope was not a fantasy, and then I could rest in peace."

"We do need miracles now," Mormon said. "I decided to lead my troops north to the savages' hinterland to see what happened there. I hope the corpses that were active were just tricks made by the savages, but I felt that things were not that simple! If the worst happened, maybe only miracles could save the night watchmen and save the melee nobles in the south."

"Didn't you let Elisa go with the dead heads of the event? That should be able to convince them." Master Emon said.

"I hope so too." Mormon's expression didn't say that. The stern look on his face did not change at all. "Master Yimon, I am going to take Mike with me. Didn't he always want to go to the Great Wall to see?"

"You decided? Do you want to understand how the sink of the horse's drinking trough flew up and then smashed the ghoul?"

"That's not yet. It took five people to move the thing back. But yes, I decided. Mike was a little weird, but he was not a bad guy." Mormon smiled bitterly: "The Night Watch used to be a place of honor that the Knight wanted to go to, but now it has become the home of bandits. Even if he was a bad guy, I've long been used to it."
Chapter completed!