Sword and Magic and Taxi

As night fell, the sky started to rain. The misty rain mixed with snow flakes made the whole land seem to be swallowed by a huge white ghost. The fortress that Custer claims has only a short earth wall, even a person of the size of the little demon Tyrion can turn it over, so it's a decoration at all. But even so, everyone is still willing to rest on this side of the wall instead of the other side.

Tonight is estimated to be the last rain before winter. From tomorrow, there will be only snow or ice storms. The weather is getting worse and worse, and it won't get better in a few years. This will be the longest winter in the history of Westeros, and it will be the most difficult one. Unlike the locals, Zhao Mai clearly knows the threat of aliens. They will take advantage of the winter to head south to attack the kingdom of the living. The last time they did this, the Seven Kingdoms were still ruled by the Targaryen family, and they still had dragons back then, really huge flying dragons that could breathe fire. Relying on the power of the dragon, the ghosts were repelled and the Great Wall was preserved. And this time, humans have long since disappeared from dragons.

Zhao Mai couldn't help thinking of the one he saw in the Mingyue Mountain Range, hoping that it could help humans in the battle against ghosts. This world is very wrong. It seems that it is not just as simple as Zhong Jianbai said, "Intensity increases and stability decreases." This feeling has been lingering in his heart, and he can't forget it if he can't figure it out, making him unable to sleep.

But most of the night watchmen are asleep. The house is for Custer and his wives, and the night watchman can't share it, but a yard with walls is also good, and there is a fire to snuggle. Zhao Mai sat on the roof and looked at the fortress, waiting for Custer to appear. His psychic energy penetrated through the gap between the roof and the wall, watching the rude, strong and ugly guy.

In the middle of the night, he suddenly opened his eyes, as if awakened by some kind of nightmare. Reaching out and feeling under the covers, Custer sniffed his fingers before putting on his clothes.

The younger child slept soundly in his infancy. He only ate his mother's milk once and still considered himself safe and happy. Custer grabbed the baby and glanced at his child. Zhao Mai observed with the last hope, hoping to see grief or nostalgia in Custer's eyes. But there was only coldness in those eyes, and the only disgust was directed at the poor boy, not at himself. So Zhao Mai stood up and massaged his muscles with natural force to prepare his body for battle.

Custer did not push the door out, but went to the basement. Through a secret door, he entered the real storage room, where the food was piled up like a mountain, and the marinated lamb and pork legs were enough for his family to eat for three years. Zhao Mai's psychic vision followed him all the time, watching him pick up an egg from the reserve, chew it with the skin, and wipe his mouth still intently.

Behind the storage room is a secret escape route, which opens two miles away from the fortress, under a huge pine tree. Custer crawled out of it and walked deep into the woodland with white icy mist. His black feet creaked on the ground, but the footprints were quickly buried and disappeared. Tomorrow morning, the night watchman will not find this footprint, and will not know where these children have gone.

Zhao Mai was holding the reserve grain, and there were small flowers in the reserve grain's back armor. Together, everyone hopped between the branches and kept following on top of Custer's head. Psionic powers and natural forces are used in conjunction with each other, making him like a combination of silent owl and agile ape.

Caster was firm in his steps and moved quickly through the forest. He soon moved away from the fortress and came to a secret altar deep in the forest. A pillar made of ice crystals grows out of the soil. It is about the same thickness as a human leg. It expands at about the height of the chest to form a platform with open hands. Custer put his newborn son on this platform, looked around, then turned away.

His footprints quickly disappeared, and his heart was frozen and covered by ice and snow like his heart. Zhao Mai landed on the ground, came to the baby's side, and found him shivering. But he was too young to stand up to the severe cold around him, even unable to cry. Zhao Mai put down the grain reserves and the florets, took out a cherry with the magic berry technique, removed the pit, squeezed the juice out and dripped it into the baby's mouth.

The child licked his lips, seemed to have a little more strength, and revealed a sweet smile. His eyeballs were rolling under his eyelids, but even if he opened his eyes, he was not old enough to see Zhao Mai's face. Zhao Mai chanted the mantra and gathered the natural forces to produce a warm fire to help this child withstand the cold.

The wind and snow suddenly increased, and large swaths of snow whizzed past Zhao Mai's ears from behind. Zhao Mai frowned and suddenly felt something wrong in his heart. "Be careful, behind you, Zhao Mai quickly hide!" Xiaohua's voice sounded, and there was a sudden cry of reserve grain.

Zhao Mai immediately moved to the side. But it was too late, and a spear made of ice crystals pierced his shoulder, but fortunately the heart escaped the blow, and the magic leather armor was tough enough to let this spear touch the skin.

Zhao Mai rolled on the spot, the hunter's blood spear had been drawn out, and the fire spell gathered in the other hand. This is a battle that does not require self-introduction, and neither side has the idea of ​​opposing it.

The strange ghost was like a pale shadow, and its whole body exuded cold air, and ice fragments continued to fall from it, hitting the ground and making a jingle bell. ‘Strange, why didn’t I hear this sound before? The ghost has a human form, but it is not a complete entity, but more like a ghost hidden in a mist. Although he can see his shriveled body, it is probably only a projection. For this type of enemy, food reserves are not very helpful. "Take the flower to one side, and teleport away when you encounter danger!"

A gust of wind blew, and the ghost seemed to have been blown away, floating to the side by the wind, without a sound. It turns out that this is the secret of their silent movement. It seems that you should be careful about the wind in your ears in the future. Zhao Mai stared at the strange ghost's bright blue eyes, raised his hand, and cast the fire of the natural force!

Three small red fire beads flew over, and the strange ghost looked curiously with its head tilted. It seemed to be observing the natural force in this spell. It is estimated that no one has cast spells in front of them for a long time, so it showed a momentary pause. But it immediately showed excellent combat response, moving quickly, tracing an arc and bypassing the three fire beads, and rushed towards Zhao Mai.

Its movements are fast and fierce, and it has long surpassed the scope of human beings. If Jon and others were to deal with it, it would soon be in a mess. But it is not as good as Zhao Mai. With only a sound of "clang", the ice crystal spear and the hunter's blood spear collided. The psychic powers are hidden in the muscles, and at this moment, Zhao Mai's arm shakes~www.NovelMTL.com~ and he put the ice crystal spear aside.

The Hunter's Blood Spear took advantage of the trend and went straight to the heart of the strange ghost portal! With another "clang" sound, the blood spear slammed into a hard shell, and the offensive was stopped.

The blue halo at the tip of the spear quickly faded, and a layer of ice crystal climbed up. Zhao Mai was shocked, he felt the effect of freezing the psychic power! In fact, the strange ghost is also very surprised. If in normal times, a weapon hits it, it will not cause damage, not to mention, it will immediately turn into ice, and then be crushed in the collision. The spear that hit the chest did not break immediately, which shows that it is of excellent quality. However, the ice crystal has climbed up, and the rest is just a matter of time.

The ghost once again waved the ice crystal spear and cut it down at Zhao Mai's head. Zhao Mai immediately retracted his weapon and rolled back to avoid it. He didn't want to let his hunter's blood spear collide with the ice crystal weapon again, what if it broke? He did not hesitate to retract the weapon into the storage bracelet to avoid further damage.

Standing opposite to the strange ghost with his hands empty, Zhao Mai's eyes still burned with belligerent flames. Seeing that the stabbing of his spear was difficult to achieve, the strange ghost swiped the barrel of the spear to transform it into a long sword.

Blue eyes stared at Zhao Mai, and a terrible laughter floated from its mouth. (To be continued.)