Sword and Magic and Taxi

The horn sounded and was passed on. Zhao Mai pricked up his ears and listened, and found that the cavalry began to gather towards where he was with messy horse hooves. The infantry still formed a battle line and maintained confrontation with the savages along the tree line.

More and more people poured out of the forest, not only knights, but also freeriders, horse archers and ordinary soldiers wearing short vests and round helmets, numbering in tens or hundreds. Bright flags were flying above their heads, and the wind blew open the flags. There were various patterns and coats of arms on them. Maybe the bachelor could understand them, but Zhao Mai was dazzled anyway, and he basically didn't recognize any of them.

The largest flag is of course Stannis Baratheon's. Zhao Mai recognized this flag: it was as big as a bed sheet. One side had a yellow background, with long pointed flames outlining a burning red heart; the other side was like a Gold leaf, embroidered with a black crowned stag.

Stannis's face was determined and cold, as others described him: like a piece of pig iron. He sat upright on his horse, with a crowned stag carved on his old battle-worn armor, and a long sword pressed against his thigh. But Zhao Mai stood on the transparent ladder created by psychic powers, which happened to be higher than him. In order to avoid the dilemma of being looked down on while sitting on the horse, he decided to dismount and stop with many knights in front of the obstacle formed by thorns. Standing at least would be psychologically better.

Zhao Mai took a deep breath, dispelled his spell, and allowed the thorny land to return to its original shape, only softer, moister, and full of life. He went down and stood before Stannis.

You are the King beyond the Wall? Stannis asked.

Oh, no. That guy's name is Mance Rayder. According to your custom, my name is Mike Zhao.

You know I'm Stannis Baratheon?

Zhao Mai nodded. Stannis' Prime Minister Seaworth stood up and said: King Stannis Baratheon, the only true king of the Seven Kingdoms, the king of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and the Realm Guardian. He paused and said, Usually, when you see the king, you should kneel down.

Thank you, Sir Onion. If you want to heal your finger one day, you can come to me. Zhao Mai said: I am not an Andal, a Rhoynar or an ancestor, nor am I anyone from the Seven Kingdoms. People from this place, so even if you are the king, you are not mine. I will respect you, but I will not kneel down.

What's Zhao's surname? Stannis decided to bypass the question of kneeling, so he asked.

The country I belong to is very powerful, with an area of ​​9.6 million square kilometers and a population of nearly 1.4 billion. According to the surname order of our country (hundred family surnames), Zhao ranks first.

Royal family?

Ancestor is indeed... Zhao Mai decided to continue deceiving. According to the data, Stannis is a rather rigid person, who regards rules as something more important than life, and is an excellent general who leads by example. He was so sure of his title to the throne that he would not tolerate any objection, because that would be deception and lies, a despicable and dishonest act. If Zhao Mai says that he is just a civilian, then what he says will be greatly compromised no matter how correct it is. It is better to use the tiger's skin as a banner. Besides, the Song Dynasty was indeed named Zhao...

As a descendant of the royal family, why do you fight for the wildlings beyond the wall?

No, I am not fighting for them, but to prevent you from massacring them. Zhao Mai said: I accompanied the night watchmen here to negotiate with the savages. There was a big war between them just now, and the battlefield has not been cleared up yet. You will surely be able to see it later. The Night's Watch and the wildlings share a common enemy, and both sides are willing to stop fighting in order to fight this enemy.

Sir Seaworth asked: How is this possible for the Night's Watch and the Wildlings to make peace? Who is the common enemy you are talking about? He was a little nervous. After all, they were divided into camps. They were a third party besides the Wildlings and the Night's Watch.

Don't worry, it's not His Majesty Stannis Baratheon, but the White Walkers from the north, ice creatures with blue eyes and pale bodies. Zhao Mai looked at the red-robed woman and said, I believe Melisandre The lady should have seen them from the fire.”

Because she was injured in the spell battle, Melisandre's complexion did not look very good, but this did not affect her beauty at all. Even though she was in the ice and snow in the north, she still only wore a low-cut single skirt and stood barefoot on the ice. It is said that her body always exudes a warm heat, making her not afraid of the influence of the weather and the invasion of cold and heat.

No, I didn't see the White Walkers you mentioned. I only saw countless wildlings attacking the Great Wall and tearing down this great miracle. All the creatures in the Seven Kingdoms were in ruins. Melisandre said: The wildlings must be destroyed. Prevent.

Prophecy is a very good ability, but it often misleads people. Zhao Mai said: But it doesn't matter, the wildling attack has been stopped, so you don't need to fight. I think His Majesty Stannis should give King's Landing an iron hand. The Throne is more interested and won’t just waste a single soldier, right?”

Stannis nodded and said to Davos Seaworth: Let the soldiers gather in a defensive formation and avoid unnecessary conflicts for the time being. Tell the Night's Watch to let us pass the Great Wall.

Thank you very much. Zhao Mai said, If you are willing, I can ask Mance Rayder and Jon Snow to come over.

Stannis nodded: I'll wait for them here.

Zhao Mai nodded, stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, condensing it into an icy dove. He whispered something into the dove, relaying the message to Jon and Mance.

Stannis glanced at the Vulcan priest Melisandre, and then said to Zhao Mai: Which god do you believe in?

Oh, I don't believe in any gods. Zhao Mai scratched his head. This was the first time he thought about this question carefully: I feel that the laws of the world are hidden behind natural phenomena. Pursuing and exploring such laws is innate to living things. The highest pursuit of instinct and soul. Well, actually I don’t know what I’m talking about, maybe I’ll know it later.”

You should believe in my god R'hllor, bring light and warmth to the world, and drive away the cold night. Melisandre's voice sounded, touching people's hearts. She stepped forward, the ruby ​​necklace on her chest glowing beautifully. People walk in the world with questions and suspicions. Be careful at this time. After all, it is dark at night and everything is dangerous!

No, thank you, R'hllor's teachings are too simple. Zhao Mai said: The King of Light, right? He uses fire and light to fight the cold god. But look... Zhao Mai waved his hand and pulled it out of thin air. A flaming sword.

Never, never think that I am the reincarnation of Azor Ahai, the former savior, because I can still be like this. Zhao Mai breathed out into his free hand and condensed a white ghost's ice crystal sword. . Ice and fire, ice and fire, ice in fire or fire in ice can actually be done.

He kneaded the two weapons together, and the ice cubes and flames mixed together to make a clicking and huffing sound. Stannis watched all this coldly, his face uncertain.