Sword and Magic and Taxi

A heavy snow poured down, quickly covering the feet, and there was a possibility of further increase. In order to maintain the advantage of the city walls and fortifications, almost all night watchmen took action, shoveling ice and snow, squandering their strength in the cold wind.

There are two types of enemies that may attack, the wildlings outside the wall and the wights. Mormont tried to see the situation in the distance through the heavy snow, but he couldn't do it at all. The fire lit by the sentry post was like the butt of a firefly in the white sky, flickering, weak, and hazy. Zhao Mai's words were still in his ears. He kept reminding him to guard against two kinds of enemies and to do a good job of ideological mobilization of the night watchmen. Although he didn't know exactly what ideological mobilization was about, he still understood the general meaning.

Mr. Xiong sighed. Zhao Mai is very smart, but he doesn't know how to lead troops to fight. There are times and situations where ideological mobilization cannot be done. The situation would be different if the men under command were heroic knights instead of a group of robbers, bandits and thieves, not a group of people who chose to live on the night watch because they were afraid of death, and not a group of poor people who could not endure the suffering and were on the verge of mutiny. Now, he would rather say nothing and look forward to their desire to survive than let them be frightened by his fear now.

A trumpet sounded, distant and faint but unmistakable, from a sentry post far to the north. The night watchman stopped his shovel and listened. They hoped it would be a clarion call for their brothers to return. No matter which of the rangers who went to reconnoiter came back, it meant that they had found the movements of the savages, and it also meant that they could make a move. But on the other hand, they are also waiting to see if there will be a second voice representing the savages.

The first sound stopped for about five seconds, and then the second, louder trumpet sounded, penetrating the snow curtain. This time, all the night watchmen took action immediately, even those who took turns sleeping got up. Two trumpets call everyone to take up arms, warning of the enemy's approach.

Samwell grumbled as he stumbled to his feet, his feet still tangled in his cloak and blanket. He reached out and grabbed the chain mail hanging on the side, and then he realized that there was another person standing there. Mike was already fully clothed, but his hands were empty, followed by a large dog also wearing armor, with slotted sharp spikes replacing the nails originally embedded in the leather armor.

Sam, I'm here to say goodbye to you. Zhao Mai said to him: The horn of battle has sounded, and I'm going to settle accounts with the White Walkers.

The White Walkers are coming? Sam's hands and feet suddenly became cold. No matter how many psychological suggestions he had made before, he still felt scared at this time. how do you know?

The second horn stopped. With his heart in his throat, Sam prayed to the old gods: Don't ring anymore, don't ring anymore. But the old gods, like the seven gods of the Tully family, did not answer his prayer. The third horn finally sounded with a hint of panic. The sound was not far away from the Fist of the Ancestors, and it was still getting closer.

The sound of the trumpet went on and on, seemingly never ending. The raven flapped its wings, screamed, flew around in the cage, and banged against the bars. All the warriors of the Night's Watch in the camp had already stood up, put on their armor, arranged their sword scabbards, and picked up their battle axes and longbows. Some night watchmen hesitated for a moment, then took out dark red ointment and began to apply it on their weapons, secretly praying that it would be useful. Their teeth were chattering and their hands were shaking. Only the warmth of the ointment could make them feel better.

Sam, in this case, is it better to have fog or no fog?

Sam came back to his senses only after being patted on the shoulder by Zhao Mai. I don't know...but my father, Lord Landao, doesn't like the fog, saying it will affect the command.

Well, I understand. Zhao Mai walked down the mountain in the direction of the horn sound. He opened his hands and placed them by his legs, and all the surrounding wind, snow, and ice surged toward his palms, and the natural force formed a vortex to continuously absorb the power of the surrounding ice. Druids can change the weather within a certain range, such as rain, hail and even create tornadoes.

Zhao Mai cast a spell, and the cadence of the spell blew between the clouds with the force and entered the source of snow. Zhao Mai immediately felt the huge resistance. The scale of this snowstorm was far beyond his imagination. The whole world will enter winter with this snow. It is the vast will of the world, and Zhao Mai's power is like a mantis holding a chariot in front of it.

Although using a mantis' arm as a chariot should be regarded as a kind of bravery, Zhao Mai still had to save the strength to kill the enemy, and he couldn't hit himself against the wall first and bleed all over his face. He immediately changed his spell and instead of fighting the snow, he just dispersed the snow and mist.

The wind blew, and the snowflakes hit the face painfully, but it also blew away the fog, and now everyone could see the enemy. The vast number of corpses passed through like a flood, submerging every inch of the ground in the pine forest. Suddenly, except for the falling snow in the sky, there was no more white. Black, dry corpses, some even just skeletons, charge, charge, charge. They were silent, except for the sound of footsteps.

At a glance, there were tens of thousands of corpses, pouring towards the Fist of the First Men from all directions, leaving the Night's Watch with nowhere to escape. The Old Bear's voice rang on the mountain top, and the Night's Watch heard it: Samwell Tarly! Send a message to the Wall to warn them of the enemy's attack. Tell them that we will fight to the death at the Fist of the First Men! Tell them to let the King of the South We are so grateful to us that we let the southern poets sing our songs and let the children grow up listening to our stories! We are the night watchmen!

I don’t know who started it, but the oath of the night watchman sounded again, with some changes: The long night has come, and I will start watching until death. I will not marry a wife, fiefdom, or have children. I will No crown, no glory. I will live and die in my duty. I am the sword in the darkness, the guard on the wall. I am the fire against the cold, the light at dawn, the horn that wakes the sleeping, and protects the kingdom. A strong shield. I dedicate my life and honor to the Night's Watch, tonight and every night.

Zhao Mai stepped on the fresh snow and headed towards the ghoul, listening to the sounds of oaths gathering behind him. There are obviously easier ways, such as driving a car through the enemy, or pressing them over. The claws of the corpse cannot harm the car at all. He can also burrow through the ground and appear directly behind his enemies. But what's the point of that? When everyone's eyes are focused on him, when the blood is boiling, it seems that no cleverness should appear.

Flames emerged from his palm and turned into a bright flaming spear. Zhao Mai suddenly stopped at this time, because he felt that something was missing. Quickly take out your phone, and while you still have some time, you should choose a background music.

You can already see the charging undead out of the corner of your eye, so Undead Overture should be a good choice. When the music started playing, the first round of arrow rain from the Fist of the Ancients arrived first, hitting the enemy hard.

Ordinary arrows do little harm to ghouls, but some ghouls burned violently and turned into ashes in less than a few seconds. Cheers rang out from the Fist of the Ancients, and Elder Xiong gave a loud order: Use natural fireworks potion! We will win!

Along with the powerful music, a smile appeared on Zhao Mai's lips. The plot finally changed. The night watchman had strategic and tactical advantages that he did not have originally. He finally took this step. He shouted loudly in his heart: Burn, White Walkers, who told you to anger the time-travelers? ! Zhao Mai put away his phone and used his psychic powers to form a shield on his left arm. It was weightless but as hard as steel. He still uses the fighting method that he is most familiar with with shield and spear, so that he can display 100% of his abilities.

If you encounter danger, just teleport to the tree without hesitation. Zhao Mai said to the reserve: Our goal is to kill the corpse and go to settle the score with the White Walker!

Woof!