A continuous team entered through the narrow passage of the Great Wall, and countless feet creaked on the snow.

The elderly, women, children, soldiers... the savages who were covered in animal skins and dressed vulgarly made many people on both sides of the road look at each other with hatred.

Marco was the same. He stood under a house not far away, staring at the endless savage team while widening his eyes, while recalling the brothers in black who died tragically under the axes of these savages outside the Great Wall.

"All the savages raised by bitches deserve to die!" Someone next to him gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence. Marco turned his head and found that it was Torret, who was also a ranger. He was accidentally shot in the eye by the savage during a patrol, so he hated the savage very much, which was famous in Black Castle.

In the past, when Torrett saw a savage, he would have tried to kill without hesitation, whether it was an old man or a child. However, now, he watched these enemies step onto his own territory, and even the sound of shouting and scolding was subconsciously low.

What is he afraid of?

Of course, Marco knew what he was afraid of.

What he was afraid of was the northern soldiers who escorted these people, the many senior officials who made the current decision, and the one he feared the most was the amazing Corranston.

When fighting with the savages that day, many people stood at the top of the city and looked away.

They saw Sadine being beheaded, and they saw Sadine Fu grow a new head after the beheaded. Now, nicknames such as Double-headed Sadine, Undead Sadine, Sadine, etc. are widely circulated, and his name is well known here.

Even when he went to Mole Village to visit prostitutes, Sadine was the kind of person who didn't have to pay.

Everyone flocks to him!

And all of this was created by the god-like figure.

So although the night watchmen hated the savages and were even more angry with the compromises of the senior officials, they did not dare to say anything in front of such a person.

On the contrary, under his "power", some brothers unknowingly changed their minds, believing that since the "God Envoy" agrees with the naturalization of the savage, there must be his reason.

After all, the God Envoy is able to communicate with the existence of the gods, and is definitely wiser than the mortals.

Or did he go down to earth by the gods?

Anyway, no matter what, the decision made by that person must be the right one.

Marco didn't comment on this.

In terms of great truth, White Walkers are indeed much more terrifying than savages.

But Marco had only heard of this from legends that he had never seen a single White Walker hair when he grew up so big.

Even if the Commander-in-Chief and his group had not promised it, Marco would not even believe such a thing.

"But the fact seems to be that."

He murmured, watching the savage team constantly traveling through the mud road of the wooden castle, and then walked out of the castle under the arrangement of the brothers in black and headed to the long-standing desolate land in the south of the Great Wall.

Marco had inexplicably felt that his treasure was stolen.

That is the wealth of the Night Watcher for thousands of years. Although it has been vacant, it just gives up people...

In order to suppress this kind of thought, he was ready to not look at him and be upset - he decided to go to the training ground to "relax".

Since the savage has become a "personal person", he naturally needs to face the White Walkers next. In response, senior officials generally decided to use the Great Wall to almost wait for the White Walkers to come to him.

So bow and arrow practice became the top priority.

Marco used to be good at using maces and equestrians, and was not keen on bows and arrows. It would be nice to have two or three out of ten shots each time he shot, so he was going to go to the training ground to practice bows to avoid dragging his legs during battle.

However, he immediately discovered that even in the training ground, it was not calm at this time.

As soon as I got closer, I heard several brothers in black talking loudly while shooting.

"It's so stupid to hand over the new gift land to the savage. What did the Commander-in-Chief think? It would be fine if you don't take revenge for so many years, but you'd rather give gifts to the National People's Congress?"

"Otherwise, there is no one to cultivate so much land, so it would be a waste to keep it." The thin man next to him retorted.

"If no one cultivates it, it is not that the savages were harmed. If it weren't for them, how could such a fat land be abandoned?"

"This is true, but if there were no savages, we would not have any extra people to manage farming."

"But that's the night watchman's place!"

"We are also the Night Watcher now! We will win the battle, and the entire savage tribe must join the Night Watcher to resist the White Walkers!"

"Savage Night Watcher, ha, this is the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life!"

...

"But no matter what, we won this time. Haven't you heard that the savages have to pay taxes for us even when they farm! Listen, pay taxes, what a beautiful word, I feel like I have become a noble master in the blink of an eye."

"It is said that the Duke of Stark in Winterfell was shocked when he heard this."

"Don't talk nonsense. If Duke Stark didn't agree, how could Commander-in-Chief Mormon agree to the savage's request for a fight?"

"Why should he agree? The night watcher is the night watcher, and the north border is the north border."

...

Wild man, wild man, wild man...

Now it seems that everyone is talking about the savages.

When he heard of the savage, Marco thought of all the experiences of his more than ten years of Ranger career, the brothers who died tragically, the various barbaric customs of the savages, and even the many savage faces who died at his own hands. So he cursed inwardly, and his original training thoughts disappeared without realizing it.

He turned around and left decisively.

...

Walking aimlessly in this wooden fortress that was originally very familiar but increasingly unfamiliar.

Looking at the familiar or unfamiliar faces, listening to the various comments they talked about.

After talking about it, there is always no way to escape those topics.

The savage, the double-headed veil, the undead veil, and the God-Empress, Corranston.

What you see is the most shocking thing, so although the envoy of God has many glorious history, here and in Black Castle, it is not as shocking as this incident brings to people.

It is said that after the defeat of the battle, the savages originally planned to repent, but they were directly scared by the resurrection of the double-headed veil. Faced with the surrender request of the night watchman, they didn't even dare to let go...

Just as he was thinking about it, a noise suddenly came from outside the castle gate. Marco looked from afar and found that it was a group of private soldiers from the Borton family escorting a carriage into the fort.

Of course, now maybe they should be called the private soldiers of Lord Messenger.

The nicknamed Iron Legs of the private soldiers, Marco also knew that he was born in a village under the Borton family. He was originally a soldier, but he was brave in combat and cruel in cold blood, which was highly valued by Count Borton.

Then he was given to Sir Kelanston.

At this time, he was driving a carriage with several subordinates, carrying the savage team who had left the city, upstream without caring about the original order here.

As we went out and went in, the scene became chaotic for a while. In the end, Marco, an experienced "local" came up to help, and the carriage was squeezed over with difficulty.

Sweating and breathing a sigh of relief, he lifted the linen curtain, picked up a black twisted tree root from above, looked at the iron legs and asked curiously: "What are these?"

"Don't touch it randomly, this is what we adults need!" Tie Leg glared at him vigilantly. There was no gratitude that he should have just been helped.

Since the last time someone ran to the King's Tower room to steal books, these private soldiers have been wary of all the night watchmen in the castle under their feet.

It seemed that everyone was like seeing the two book thieves.

However, in fact, the mentality of the night watchmen is actually somewhat similar to these soldiers.

The soldiers were alert to them, but they were not alert to each other.

Those were just two books, and one death and one injury resulted in. The one who was injured was fine, but he was blinded because he offended Corlandston and was now sent to Mole Village to live a life of silence.

The one who died was so terrifying. He was full of rottenness and smelly. Marco and several brothers in black buried him with his own hands. The smell was like a rotten corpse soaked in a cesspool for several months. The afterglow was long and unforgettable.

So when he heard that these were the things of the Colanston, Marco hurriedly retracted his hand and even diverted his gaze in a little panic.

God allows the Lord to grow a second head, and no one will doubt that he can also twist off the first head of a person silently.

If you want to avoid this, it is best not to have more contact with him and his things, and more importantly, don’t offend him and his people. This is a common consensus among many veterans of Night Watch.

Hurry away from the carriage, Marco returned to the dormitory of the Black Castle Barracks. He planned to hide in this corner where no one noticed, but the brothers in black who were sleeping were also talking.

"If I had the ability of that adult, I would say nothing. I would go to Cersei first in King's Landing. Damn, I heard that she is the number one beauty in the seven kingdoms."

Marco sighed helplessly as he sneered in his ears, lying on the straw bed.
Chapter completed!