"Snow! Snow!"

Surrounded by the wall, the fat man in black hid under the shed where the rocks and the iron cage were trembling, while the crow flew through the cage and screamed a name.

The shrill sound of the horn seemed to remain in this cold place. The entire camp was in chaos and hustle. An ugly man with a big pink tumor on his neck cursed and ran past the fat man tremblingly. The liquid dripping from his trousers' legs solidified into ice - he had just been scared to pee.

"All gather!" The old and loud order sounded from the depths of the camp and vaguely spread to this place.

The fat man stood up immediately after hearing the sound, but he did not go immediately. Instead, he opened the cage and released the ravens who were sending messages in the cage, and then began to tremble and pack up his bags here. Until all the items were counted one by one, he pulled out his long sword and ran to meet with the large army tremblingly.

At this moment, the brothers in black had already begun to set up defenses around the wall. Under the torch, they watched the darkness hidden by the heavy snow in the distance, and their faces were full of nervousness.

Three horns, three horns just sounded.

A horn means the return of the brothers. A horn means the enemy is attacking.

And the three-tone horn only appears in the legend and has not sounded more or less?

Three horns mean White Walkers are coming!

White Walker...

"What does the White Walker look like?" The bowstring was pulled and pointed at the front, and an archer murmured tremblingly.

"Who knows."

The people around him answered, but before they could finish their words, a figure of an enemy appeared in the ramp under the darkness.

It was an enemy wearing savage clothes, with scars all over his body and bones left on his calf, but it did not affect his rapid pace. Now he is charging towards them in the heavy snow.

Behind him, groups of enemies flocked to the cover of the wind and snow, and the death hunting dogs with internal organs were missing, the rotten giant bear with half of their mouths, and the skeleton warriors with their chests full of ribs...

The bones and flesh were completely stripped away, and any symbols related to life were all turned upside down. Under the bitter cold wind, countless dead bodies swarmed up.

As the terrifying enemy approached, a archer shot out an arrow without receiving the order. However, after being inserted into the forehead of a corpse ghost in the distance, it did not cause any obstacles to it. Instead, it ran faster as if it was stimulated to be fierce.

Seeing this, someone woke up and shouted: "Let the fire quickly and set the rocket!"

So after a rush, dense flame arrows broke through the flying snow and began to shoot downwards continuously.

As the fire rain fell, the corpses charging ahead were ignited one after another. With silent screams, they struggled to turn into torches.

This group of things seems to be very easy to burn!

The night watchmen who noticed this breathed a little relieved. Unfortunately, they were not happy for too long and were deeply hit by more and more corpse ghosts.

The flame arrows flew, but they could not stop the large number of enemies swarming in. They were covered by dark clouds, and there was no light in the sky. Under the heavy snow, countless troops of corpse ghosts rushed towards the darkness, as if endless, and there was no real number.

After reaching a certain distance, the archers were completely useless, so they roared and picked up their spears to prepare for the battle. After only a few breaths, a large group of ghouls rushed towards them.

As the torrent of corpses descended, under the violent charge, the ancient ring walls of the mountain seemed to make waves of rumbling sounds. The sharp spear pierced the withered body of the corpse ghost, but the effect was weak and not as good as the flame arrow.

A night watchman was a little caught off guard by this situation. His spear was inserted into the neck of a corpse ghoul and almost stabbed the dead corpse's head. However, the corpse ghoul was just like nothing, and then climbed up along the spear, directly pounced on the night watchman.

A long sword poked out beside him and cut off the head of the corpse ghoul who was rushing in, but this could not stop the corpse ghoul's attack instinct. It saw its withered palm scratching on the cheeks of the night watchman on the ground, blood leaking out, and his eyes were directly dug out by the dirty bone fingers. As he screamed, blood was everywhere, and he obviously couldn't survive.

Not only him, but other night watchmen around him were also very desperate about the characteristic of ghouls.

The spear could not stop them, and the sword would not die immediately after cutting off the head of the ghost. Instead, it would fight back in a crazy manner.

Although hundreds of night watchmen have certain defensive advantages in reliance on the wall, they seem to be like a simple fence that resists the rushing flood of death, and may be torn apart at any time - in fact, if it weren't for the lack of face to the enemy here, they would have been torn apart!

So the front line that had just been laid not long ago is about to collapse.

The wall was not high, and seeing that the corpse ghosts had accumulated and climbed past, everyone couldn't help but tremble.

"We should retreat," someone shouted to a white-bearded bald old man.

"Retreat! Retreat!" A crow on the old man's shoulder was also screaming sharply, and it simply expressed everyone's thoughts.

In fact, in this situation, persistence is simply a death sentence, but retreating may not be easy.

But they seem to have no choice.

So the old man immediately said, "Sir Ottin, let's go from the back, and your people will take the lead in charge!"

"good!"

"Soren, can you do it with your men and the Queen of the Palace and buy time for the other brothers?"

"Yes!" The night watchman named Sauron gritted his teeth and nodded.

Seeing his resolute face and white bearded commander-in-chief opened his mouth and was about to give him something, but a white light suddenly burst out in front of him.

The light suddenly came and bloomed outside the mountain wall. Countless corpses were shining by the bright light. They seemed to be very afraid of it. The light came and screamed.

The large group of people who were about to evacuate were stunned by this. After they found that the body of the ghoul was shining with light and smoked like a fire, everyone felt like they had a life after a disaster.

However, a strange howl from afar immediately extinguished the white light.

So darkness came again, and countless corpses rushed over again, and the night watchmen rode their horses and fled in a hurry.

Under the arrangement of the commander-in-chief, a group of more than 20 people acted as suicide squads. Facing the countless enemies coming, their expressions were both nervous and resolute.

However, with few enemies, they alone could not resist for a long time. In fact, this group of people only lasted for about ten seconds before they were completely dispersed, and the large army had not yet completely evacuated from the mountain.

Their next encounter can be imagined.

Charles watched all this quietly, without any help.

It is difficult to gather and purify in the dark night, let alone be shrouded in that special force.

The light he had just emitted was barely visible after long. However, the enemy did not even show his head and directly roared it out.

So he could only watch countless people die in front of him.

I originally thought about whether I could use the corpse to resurrect the corpse and then fight against these undead army, but unfortunately the "enemy" was much faster than him - but this also allowed him to see the process of making the corpse ghouls clearly.

I thought the creation of the ghoul was similar to his spells.

However, what he saw in front of him directly broke his cognition.

The soul of the night watchman behind the palace crawled out of the corpse after his death, but the soul did not exist for long. It was bitten by the corpse ghost, and it became broken like his body, and eventually turned into gray mist and disappeared.

At the same time, the corpse that was eaten by the corpse ghost suddenly opened its eyes under the heavy snow, looking quietly at the sky, and its pupils had turned blue.

"This is not the method of the Necromancer at all!"

Watching all this, Charles came to the conclusion. Countless terrifying figures were passing by quickly, while he stood quietly in the camp where "no one" was secretly shocked.

The necromancer uses spirits and death to cast spells, but in this situation, it completely devours the soul of the living and then gives the dead corpse new life.

The corpse ghost is a White Walker soldier. The soldier was created like this. What happened to the White Walker?
Chapter completed!