Sword and Magic and Taxi

Who are you? Mance Rayder asked. There are many legends and spirits beyond the Wall, but there has never been anything like you.

Since you haven't heard of me before, so what if I introduce myself now, you still don't know me. Ultimately, I'm just an enthusiastic guy who wants the living to end the war and unite against the dead. My identity is not What matters is your identity. Zhao Mai grabbed Mance Rayder's wrist with one hand and Jon Snow's with the other. Free people, night watchmen, you still have a lot to do. In order to survive, you must continue to do it no matter how difficult it is.

Mance frowned, his deep gaze met Jon's dark eyes, and finally nodded. He and Jon held hands: Okay, we won't kneel, but we can be guests. Although you are a liar, I believe you can abide by the rules of the North. You are a Snow, but you are also a Stark , the blood of our ancestors flows in your veins.

Jon nodded: You are also a descendant of the ancestors. As a friend who fights against the White Walkers together, you are welcome to be a guest within the Great Wall.

Zhao Mai clapped, and then said: Okay, the general direction has been set, now it's time to discuss the specific things to be done. The whole thing will not be as simple as talking about it verbally. Methods and methods are very important, and you can't always be kind. Do bad things.”

Wait a minute. Mance opened the tent door and shouted outside: Tormund! Harma! Bring us some wine and meat! I'm hungry and thirsty!

He moved a small table and everyone sat on the carpet around the small table. Mance's Queen Dana smiled at Zhao Mai, and then took the pill containing the natural force. A warm and comfortable feeling extended outward from the stomach and concentrated near the lower abdomen. Strength emerged and the pain stopped immediately. She felt that the child was stronger and more stable.

Mance laughed, picked up the lyre at hand, and started playing. I played this at your father's banquet to welcome the king. It was a welcome song to pay tribute to the king, Mance said: Snow, where were you at that time?

I was at the end of the hall, or half in the hall and half outside. I was with the attendants and servants, and I didn't hear you play.

Well, you are an illegitimate child, but you know who your parents are. I was a child of wildlings, abandoned and picked up by the Night's Watch, and raised as a Night's Watcher. I don't know which of my parents, if any, I can only be regarded as a night watchman, but I am called a traitor. Mance said: I don't like playing for the king of the south, but I will play a song for us, and this time you must listen carefully. This may be the last time I play.

Why? Jon asked.

I am a guest and must abide by the master's rules. As a traitor to the Night's Watch, I must die. The muscles on Mance Rayder's face twitched, but he still finished the words: It doesn't matter, my blood will follow It is enough for free men to flow, to flow in safe places.”

Jon opened his mouth wide, This... I really haven't thought about it.

It is difficult to do a good thing. It requires blood, and it is really blood. Mance said: I will donate my blood, and my request is that you do the same. You have to look after these savages. , with your blood! Jon Snow of the Stark family, can you do this?

Jon looked at Mance, burned by his gaze. He looked at Zhao Mai, at the queen who was about to give birth, at the roast lamb on the table, and at the huge horn in the corner of the room. Eventually, he understood that what he needed to look into was his own heart.

So he closed his eyes and looked for light in the darkness, hoping to get guidance. When he opened his eyes again, Mance smiled.

I can! Jon picked up the meat-cutting knife and cut his palm, letting the blood flow down the scars burned for killing the White Walkers: I swear on my own blood.

The piece Mance played was short, but destined to echo in their hearts for a lifetime. Zhao Mai turned on his phone and recorded the song. After thinking about it carefully, he named it Despair and the Great Wall.

A muffled thunder suddenly exploded in the air, and everyone heard it through the tent. How is this going? Before Zhao Mai could think about it, he heard the low and weak whimpering of a horn through the leather tent. This time Mance and Jon also frowned, and everyone came to the door.

Outside, the trumpets sounded even louder. There was a commotion in the savage camp. Many people hurried past with spears, some horses neighed, some snorted, the giants roared in ancient languages, and even the mammoths became uneasy.

A red lightning exploded in the sky, the light was terrifying. Tormund ran over and said to Mance: The scout blew the horn, and then there were two weird lightning strikes.

Varamyr the skinchanger came running with his wolf, and his eagle flew in the sky, his shadow passing across the earth. Something is coming, from the east.

Ha Ma frowned: East? The corpse should be in the north, behind us!

East, the shapechanger repeated, something is coming.

Is it a White Walker? Jon asked.

Mance shook his head: The White Walkers never come out when the sun is shining. He said to his men: Damn it, don't be frightened, no matter what it is, we must prepare to fight! Let these fools running around go their separate ways. Return to your position! Organize a defensive formation, hold the camp, but have defensive forces in all directions! Bring my horse, that mare! I also want armor!

This is really strange, why would anyone come? When Zhao Mai was confused, Duojian approached him, tapped Zhao Mai's shoulder lightly with his fingers, and then pointed at the back of his neck.

Zhao Mai was stunned for a moment and hurriedly walked around to take a look. The neural network auxiliary device Zhong Jianbai gave him was tightly attached to Duojian's spine, and a small red light spot was flickering on the back of her head.

What's going on? Zhao Mai asked.

There's something wrong, I don't understand. Dorjian said in Atastonian.

Give me everything you have. Zhao Mai pressed his two middle fingers on the smooth skin of Dojian's temple, and used the method of green dreams to penetrate into her body - just like Bran controlling Hodor, the shapechanger Control his eagle like that.

Through Duojian's perspective, he finally saw what Zhong Jian had left for him. This is definitely not a neural network assistive device for medical purposes. It is definitely for combat. He saw a whole set of interfaces, ranging from remote sensing maps, battlefield analysis, tactical guidance, and even the ability to detect lies for the person on the other side through expression and heartbeat analysis... In the corner of this interface, Zhao Mai saw a prompt message:

Zhao Mai, the technical team said, no matter what is coming to attack you, you must block it. You will never be defeated even once. Remember, you can't lose to her, this is your only chance.

she? who is she?

Zhao Mai came out of Duojian's mind, exchanged two gold coins for full language proficiency, and put it on her so that she could understand the interface of the neural network auxiliary device. Protect Mance Rayder, protect yourself and your reserves, do you understand?

Duojian nodded and said in Mandarin: I understand.

I'll stop them, no matter who they are. Zhao Jin entered the tent and came out in less than three seconds. Everyone looked at him, wondering what he was going to do.

Zhao Mai waved his arms and transformed into an eagle, flying straight into the sky and heading east.

Jon looked at the wildlings and smiled bitterly: He still has this ability? It's really unexpected.