The appearance of Xiaohua is obviously affected by the beamwood: the red crown, the white bark, and the black root system. Although she can be transformed as a spirit body, at most she will be affected by the green leaves of the tree. Anyway, as long as she sees red hair, white skin, black clothes and green decorations, she will definitely be Xiaohua.

The little flower floated around Zhao Mai all day long, and when she landed on the ground, she learned Zhao Mai's posture to walk. However, her legs were short and the same frequency could not keep up with the speed, so she always looked like she was skating. Once she changed her appearance and was seen through, she "can't even be able to guess, it's so boring." She always invented some games that she thought were fun, but Zhao Mai could always see through at a glance, so the lives of these games were always very short.

"Did the Three-Eyed Crow contact you again?" Zhao Mai changed the topic to the main business, "Is Yu Liangmu still talking to you?"

"No. They are so quiet now, just like frogs hiding in the ground in winter. They are scared, and I think they must be the kind of ghouls before!" When it comes to serious business, Xiaohua will put away her naughty side and talk freely: "In Graleon, I have never seen this kind of ghoul. In fact, this is the first time I have heard of undead creatures driven by natural force!"

"As the understanding tree, can you reproduce the knowledge and understanding of those druids?"

"It's not entirely possible." Xiaohua said: "I must remember everything I have seen and heard of, but the experiences that others have left to the big tree are all vague. Sometimes I feel a sense of déjà vu, which is influenced by these feelings. I can't say it more specifically, but I can tell you how to do it better. Now I am still too young. If I grow into a towering tree, I can get more clearly at that time, just like when I'm enlightened."

"You are already very good." Zhao Mai said. At this time, the sound of a horn came from the front, one was a ranger, two were savages, and this time two were clearly heard. "You have to go back to the car, there may be a battle."

Although Xiaohua was reluctant, she would not make trouble. She lay on the car window and looked out. The night watch team immediately took action after receiving the alarm. Some soldiers equipped shields and drew out swords, while the other part began to install crossbow strings for the crossbow. These people were all stayed to protect the convoy, and the real knights had already rushed out. They used pure wooden spears as weapons, and after one impact, they should be replaced with a hard-headed hammer. Maintaining swords in the snow and ice is a troublesome thing. Sometimes the sword sheath will freeze the sword and cannot be pulled out at critical moments. Therefore, the slightly bulky hard-headed hammer has gained many users with its bold style of use.

The battle ended soon, with only five savages hidden in the snow nest. In fact, it is a bit unfair to say that they are "savages", because they also use the same language, intelligence, and strength as the Night Watcher. Zhao Mai actually sympathizes with them, after all, they are just separated from the Great Wall of Desperateness. Although once they arrive in the south, they will always burn, kill, loot, this is definitely wrong, but then again, if the problem of the White Walker is completely solved, there is no need for the Great Wall of Desperateness, and the savages will not have to live so hard.

This is purely a bad debt. The hatred accumulated over generations has long reached the point where it cannot be resolved. At least this generation is impossible.

Samwell came to Zhao Mai when the horn sounded. This intuition to avoid misfortune was very good. When he came, his fat face always had a little awkward smile, and his nervousness could be felt even more than ten meters away. However, Sam never forgot his responsibilities. He always carried a bird cage with two or three ravens in his hand. Sam's job was to take care of the ravens, with as many as forty, and he used two pack horses to drive the bird cage and feed.

"How do you think Mr. Xiong will deal with the savage captives?" In order to resolve the embarrassment, Sam always made a story. He used to be related to magic, and he persisted in learning spells from Zhao Mai, but he only mustered up the courage to make a request. Zhao Mai rejected him that time, and he could not muster up the courage for the second time.

"There will not be captives of savages." Zhao Mai said: "The savages will not surrender to the Night Watchmen, but will fight to the death. The Night Watchmen will not surrender to the Savages, because the savages will eventually torture the Night Watchmen to death."

"Well, I know that the savages call us night watchmen crows," Sam said. "But our cloaks are black horse-haired, and perhaps some raven feathers, but not crows. I think they say this, mainly because they think we are bad, like crows who eat corpses."

Jon rode his horse from the front of the team, jumped down before he could stop and stood firmly on the snow. He took off his gloves and took out a scroll of rolled parchment from his arms: "Old Bear wants you to send the letter to Emon."

So Sam put his hand into the cage and skillfully grabbed a bird. "I was always pecked by them at first, but after feeding it too much, they wouldn't bully me." To keep it smooth and tied the letter, Sam threw the bird into the air: "Brave bird, go home, go home!"

The raven rattled twice, as if responding to him, then flapped the wings and flew over the treetops, thinking about the direction of Black Castle. "I really hope it can take me with me."

"You still think so? It's been a lot of days, are you still scared?"

"Well," Sam said, "I was a little scared, but it was much better. At the beginning, I heard someone get up and say, but I thought it was a savage who came to wipe my neck secretly. I was scared. I was afraid that I would never open my eyes again if I closed it."

"Everyone will be afraid of this." Zhao Mai said.

"Really?" Sam said, "Thank you for comforting me."

"If you can't sleep well at night, you can go to my carriage. It's more comfortable than all the tents."

"I always wanted to go, but I dare not say thank you," Sam said. "Your carriage is the closest thing I can imagine to be in the house."

"Thank you for taking care of Sam." Jon stretched out his hand to Zhao Mai. His burns were still there, and the terrible scars would not be removed in this life. Zhao Mai shook hands with him, looked at the injuries on his hands, and then said, "You have to move your fingers frequently, otherwise it will affect its flexibility. I will provide you with some ointment, which you can apply once a day to speed up recovery."

Jon thanked again. Because Mr. Xiong could ask him to do business at any time, he could not stay for too long and left quickly. However, before leaving, he said, "We will be able to live in the house for a few more days. I heard that we are going to a place called Custer Fort. Since it is a fortress, it should be good there!"
Chapter completed!