The northern border is filled with storms due to the beliefs of the Seven Gods.

Since the news came out of Winterfell, all the injured and sick families at home set out towards Winterfell.

Mrs. Steve at the Last Fireplace, Sir Craigan at Caho City, Earl of Mandalay at White Harbor, etc.

Basically all the nobles from the north who did not participate in the war visited, which made the name Charles Koranceton the highest in the north.

At the same time, one wound after another was repaired and one condition after another was relieved.

Life energy cannot eliminate diseases, but it can weaken pain and "replenish" vitality. Even if a person with certain terminal illnesses is "blessed" by him, he still looks very different.

So although he did not make such a rejuvenating move, the effect alone was already shocking enough.

However, after the last incident, no one dared to deceive him again.

During this period, the three-eyed crow appeared once.

He was very curious about how Charles drove away the god of the god of descent, and was also full of surprise at Charles' current methods, but the main reason for his appearance was not these, but the savage.

In order to avoid the White Walk and their death corps, countless savage tribes that have lived outside the Great Wall for thousands of years are heading towards the Great Wall, preparing to break the Great Wall and come to Westeros to escape.

But this inevitably collided with the existing forces in the north.

They are basically believers of the Old Gods, and the three-eyed crow naturally does not want to increase casualties. Faced with White Walkers, these people are also sufficient new forces.

However, it is not possible to accept the northerners who have fought against the savages for thousands of years.

Charles had no prejudice against those savages who had never seen before, because in his opinion, some people in the Middle Ages were no different from savages, so what could the savages among savages do?

But he didn't agree.

A "god" actually needs outsiders to ease the relationship between "believers".

He really couldn't figure out what kind of existence this so-called old god was.

...

"My mercy, save me"

Under the dark night, the fat man in black with wide shoulders was lying under the snow, looking at the sky with a dull look, and muttering softly with his mouth trembling.

"Get up, Sir Pig Head!" Someone shouted at him by the way, but the extremely tired fat man had no reaction at all.

Then, one after another of the night watchmen in black passed by him, holding torches, mocking, inspiring, indifference, and having different attitudes.

But no matter how others were, this person was still lying on the ground, as if exhausted and had no strength to talk to others.

The golden Shire stood beside him and glanced at him speechlessly, not sure why he could always hear his voice even though this person looked nothing special.

"It can't be said that there is nothing special, at least you are surprisingly timid."

While secretly complaining, he, who had just been summoned, turned around and found that it was a bush covered with snow.

The sky was still dark and covered by dark clouds, but snowflakes did not fall. The old man in black was pulled by the team. Under the dark night, the torch light shone like stars. When passing by, everyone looked lost.

"I'm running away after being dispersed last time?" Looking at all this, Charles vaguely realized, and then he couldn't help but look at the one who called him over again.

At this time, two companions came beside the fat man in black. One was big and honest. He ignored the other person's struggle and picked up the fat man hard to travel. The other followed them and whispered some words of encouragement.

The fat man in black and his two partners are basically at the last position of the team, and are catching up quickly at this time. Looking at the sparse crowd ahead, the originally hundreds of people seems to be less than fifty.

This means that the White Walkers have added a army of hundreds of corpse ghouls.

Shire couldn't help but frown and followed them slowly, thinking about what this meant to him.

However, the calm road did not take long, and the big man holding the fat black man panted and put him on the ground.

"I can't hold you anymore. I want to hold you, but I can't hold you anymore." He muttered, his face slightly annoyed.

But before he could finish his words, he suddenly shivered and then turned around and looked around.

"Who is there!"

No one responded, and the bushes in the dark were shaking, and suddenly a gray horse was dragging its intestines and walking out. The intestines were as stiff as ice, dragging them to the snow to mark the marks, which also made its arrival look quite strange.

The fat man in black and his two partners were shocked.

At the same time as the horse was a figure with a pale body, like a black ice.

Sitting quietly on the horse's back, watching them, and after slowly appearing, he got off the horse slowly.

This figure is as thin as a bone, and the armor with ice crystals on its body is shining faintly under the night. Its eyes are blue, and it looks at the three of them as if they are looking at ants.

"Whites!"

After realizing this, the three of them quickly reacted, but they did not escape, but instead took the initiative to attack.

The big man pulled out his weapon and charged, while the other short teenager made a harassing attack around it. As for the last big fat man in black, he collapsed on the ground and shivered.

However, the situation ended quickly. The bravery of the Night Watcher could not stop the huge gap in strength between the two sides. The strongest man was stabbed by the pale White Walker in just one round. After screaming, the ice crystal-like sword directly penetrated his heart. The bright red blood flowed and condensed quickly. Then the body fell off the ice sword and fell to the ground, splashing a large number of snowflakes.

When his companion died, the short-shaped boy hurriedly avoided, fearing that he would be attacked the next moment. However, the White Walker ignored him and walked quietly towards the fat man in black who was lying on the ground.

"Blessed by Father, oh, oh..." The fat man in black was extremely frightened when he faced the approaching enemy. He kept kicking his legs and retreating. While screaming in panic, his eyes were so scared that he closed his eyes tightly, and his dagger held in both hands waving randomly.

This is simply a child's trick. Not to mention White Walkers, even the companions who were hiding beside him could not bear to look at him and turned their heads.

But as it was approaching, the White Walker suddenly stopped and turned his head and glanced around.

He seemed to have discovered something.

Unfortunately, before he could react, a huge impact suddenly came from behind him, and the big man who had been stabbed to death came to his death for some reason!

The big man who survived was like a madman pounced on the tall White Walker, with a strong force. With the sound of collision, the two of them couldn't help but turn to the black fat man because of the direction.

So while screaming, the fat man in black was lucky enough to stab the enemy's chest. The White Walker who was struggling suddenly stopped. His bright blue eyes suddenly dimmed, and his whole body shattered like ice cubes and scattered the fat man's body, and quickly began to melt on it.

So one of Charles's enemies, who had been in trouble, was dealt with.

"Is this dead?" He stood not far away and looked a little dazed.

He had no hope of a sneak attack from the corpse that was aroused. As a result, the White Walker looked very mysterious, but he was directly hit...

"Where did this fat man get the dragon crystal dagger?"

Just as he was speechless, the scepter in his hand suddenly trembled.

Then, a black silk-like energy suddenly coiled up from the death of the White Walker, and shot up quickly, drilling directly into the scepter crystal in Charles's hand.

【Contains the power of the long night, and its function is unknown】

Only when I had time to take a look, the black silk thread merged into the crystal under his strange gaze, disappearing and disappearing.

At this time, the fat man in black was staring at his resurrected companion, while his other companion was shouting.

However, Charle ignored these things and looked at the crystal at the top of the scepter in his hand.

Unfortunately, he did not see any changes in the crystal.

"Same as I encountered last time in Wolf Forest?" He guessed secretly, but was not sure.

At least the things in the wolf forest gave him the ability to raise fog in the ocean. Although he had never used it, at least it was not.

Nothing happened this time.

After returning to Winterfell, he felt strange and carefully studied it again, and he also gained nothing. In the end, he had to keep this in mind.

...

There was no special situation after that. Shire spent basically in the regular routine every day, practicing spells, preaching his name, and occasionally using the stick of authority to run around the world to wander around the world.

Life is leisurely and comfortable.

However, as time goes by, he stayed here less and less.

And just as Charles time was about to run out, the situation finally changed.

The northern army of Wolf Forest returns.
Chapter completed!