The time for departure was up. More than 250 night watchmen from Black Castle, carrying more than 50 big trucks of supplies, passed through the frozen passage under the Great Wall of Desperation, and went deep into the snowy plains in the north. Some of them had lived in the snow for decades and were considered experienced, but some of them were completely newbies, and some even arrived at Black Castle more than two weeks ago. Mr. Xiong didn’t have time to wait for them to finish training. “Ice and snow will make them realize the danger, and brothers will help them become night watchmen!”

The troops were left behind barely enough to operate the Black Castle. At present, this army was the entire force that Mormon could mobilize. This group of night watchmen in dark cloaks lined up in two columns, clamped up the carriage in the center, and walked silently through the tunnel. The last time the ghoul was placed here and ran out, so many people still felt scared when passing by.

But they are not as scared as Zhao Mai...

The "intelligent system" of the Great Wall of Desperity was finally released. Zhao Mai drove his carriage and followed the night watchmen tremblingly. If there were enough swords, guns, swords and halberds that had been killed hundreds of times in the past, then these terrible weapons have finally made way out, but they are still hanging above his head. Every time Zhao Mai uses natural force, spiritual powers and other magical visions, he can clearly see the terrifying magic array around him. The power of the earth drawn from a radius of more than 100 miles has been stored in the Great Wall of Desperity for thousands of years, like a huge ammunition depot full of explosives, pressing on Zhao Mai's head.

"The first time I saw you sweating and nervous." Jon walked beside Zhao Mai and said to him. As the old Xiong official, he had to run around and convey instructions, and constantly report on the situation of the team. So, after he completed the mission, he happened to see Zhao Mai on the way back, and the sweat flowing down his side face.

"Sometimes, it may be happiness if you can't see some things." Zhao Mai had already confirmed that no one in the entire Black Castle could see the magic light. Perhaps in the eyes of the world, magic disappeared like this. I wonder if it is the case on the earth. Zhao Mai only hopes to complete the tunnels of these miles as soon as possible and go out from this depressing place. "Jon, protect Mr. Xiong, the safety of all night watchmen will be placed on him."

"I understand." Jon nodded, adjusting his shoulder straps to make the sword behind him feel more comfortable. He is only sixteen years old and has not yet fully grown, so the Valyrian steel sword is a bit big for him, and it will be awkward to put it on his waist. But he will grow up, just during this journey.

Zhao Mai knew what would happen to him, and knew that this action would be Jon's coming-of-age ceremony. His body, mind, and emotions would be tested. When he returned to Black Castle again, he would no longer be a teenager, but a real adult.

With Jon's brisk steps and Samwell's heavy and continuous dragging legs, the entire team finally passed through the tunnel and extended into the snow. On the north side of the Great Wall of Desperation, there was an empty area of ​​about twelve miles, without a single tree. First of all, these trees were cut down and used as firewood for the night watchmen, and this was also followed the general rules of defending the city. There was no blockage of vision in the open areas, and the enemy could not use wood to make siege equipment nearby.

Will the savages make siege equipment? Many night watchmen will ask this question, but in the end they understand that this is just another rigid rule for the night watchmen. Through the open area, a vast coniferous forest is on the way forward. This is not the kind of dense and difficult-to-pass forest. The trees need enough spacing to obtain enough nutrients to fight against the severe cold weather here. A large cart and two rows of soldiers can easily find the road.

Mr. Xiong's backpack contains five maps, all of which Sam found from the old paper pile, and they were relying on their advancement. Mr. Xiong was worried that some landmarks could no longer be found, so he kept praying for this matter. The Seven Gods believed in by the Southerners are useless here, and how could those "domestic gods" from the warm place understand the severe cold in the north? Only the "old gods" or the "ancient gods" believed in by the ancestors are the masters here.

"Ancient God, take us on the right path. We are descendants of our ancestors and descendants you take care of. We are night watchmen on the Great Wall of Desperation, and those who devote their lives to protect the land of mankind. When we are lost, we need your guidance."

This prayer only sounded in Mormon's heart, and he would not let his soldiers feel any panic. Maybe the ancient god really heard his prayer and the first landmark appeared, which was once called Baishu Village.

In most people's eyes, this is really not a village. Four simple houses, the walls built with stones are still there, but the roof made of wooden beams, branches and stone slabs have collapsed. The house surrounds an empty sheep pen in the center, and a well, and the wooden barrels for fishing for water have long disappeared.

"There is no one in the house, and nothing is left." The scout who inquired returned and reported: "The people inside were moved away, and they brought clothes, food, fur, and probably livestock."

"Do you know how long you have been away?" Mr. Xiong frowned and asked.

"It's definitely not the recent thing, but how long it took to be seen, everything was frozen." The scout replied after thinking about it.

"This tree with human face must have seen it, but unfortunately it can't speak." Old Bear pointed to the big tree next to the small village and turned to Jon and said, "Notify the guys from the south don't know. This big tree with red crowns and white trunks is called a shishi tree, also called a heart tree. It must not be cut down at any time, and it's best not to peel off the bark. If someone does this, it's a violation of military orders. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Commander." Jon hurried to convey the order.

Zhao Mai had heard of the shiny tree, but he had never been able to see it. This was the first shiny tree he had encountered. There was one on the Eagle Nest City, but it had long since withered, leaving only the shiny trunks left with bark. The one in Winterfell is huge enough, and the canopy is higher than the city wall, but Zhao Mai only saw the leaves from afar and did not visit the Winterfell City.

The tree in front of me has a trunk of nearly three meters wide, and its leaves are lush and expanding, covering the entire village. The red leaves, white trunks and black roots give this tree a sacred feeling. However, the face on the trunk is indeed quite terrifying, with hollow eyes and wide mouth, the sap flowing out from inside and solidifying. The sap of the sap of the quamarine wood is red, and the amber formed is also of this color, so no matter how you look at it, it looks like a big face with blood from the seven orifices.

According to legend, these faces were carved by the son of the forest, and each expression was different. As for why they did this, no one except themselves knew.

To others, this is just a tree with a terrifying head, but Zhao Mai saw something different. Natural force gathered on the beams and the trees' eyes glowed slightly, as if they were really looking. Fluorescent rune texts constantly popped out of the tree's mouth, flew into the air and slowly dissipated. The power contained in the text is far less than that of the Great Wall of Desperation, but it is clearer.

He suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity and intimacy about this place. Just as he was about to see clearly, the reserve grain bit his trouser legs.

"Do you think I'm in danger?" Zhao Mai asked in confusion.
Chapter completed!