As night fell, it began to rain. Misty rain mixed with snow, so that the whole earth seems to be swallowed by a huge white ghost. Castel''s so-called fortress only has a low wall, even people of Tyrion''s shape can turn over, so it''s just decoration. But even so, people are willing to rest on one side of the wall, not the other.


    It is estimated that it will be the last rain before winter tonight, and there will be only snow or ice storm from tomorrow. The weather is getting worse, and it won''t get better in a few years. It''s going to be the longest winter in the history of Westeros, and it''s going to be the hardest. Different from the local people, Zhao Mai clearly knows the threat of ghosts. They will take advantage of the winter to attack the living people''s country. The last time they did this, the seven countries were still ruled by the tangurian family. They also had dragons, really huge flying dragons that could breathe fire. Relying on the power of the dragon, the ghosts were repulsed and the Great Wall was preserved. And this time, there was no dragon.


    Zhao Mai can''t help thinking of the one he saw in Mingyue Mountain range. He hopes it can help human beings in the fight against ghosts. There''s something wrong with the world. It seems that it''s not just Zhong Jianbai''s saying that "the intensity increases and the stability decreases". This feeling has been around in his mind, can''t think of it, can''t forget, let him sleep.


    But most of the night watchmen were asleep. The house is for caster and his wives, and the night watchman can''t get rid of it, but a courtyard with walls is also good, and there''s a fire to nestle in. Zhao Mai sat on the roof and watched the fort, waiting for caster to appear. His psychic power penetrated through the cracks 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. He reached out and felt under the bed. Castel sniffed his fingers before he began to put on his clothes.


    Even more, the child born in the swaddling sleep, he only ate the mother''s milk once, still think he is safe and happy. Caster grabbed the swaddle and took a look at his child. Zhao Mai watched with the last hope, hoping to see the sadness or nostalgia in caster''s eyes. But there was only cold in those eyes, and the only disgust was the poor boy, not himself. So Zhao Mai stood up and massaged his muscles with the natural force to prepare his body for battle.


    Instead of pushing the door out, caster went to the basement. Through a secret door, he entered the real storage room, where food piled up like a mountain. The pickled legs of sheep and pigs were enough for his family to eat for three years. Zhao Mai''s psionic vision followed him all the time, watching him pick up an egg from the reserve, chew it with the skin, and wipe his mouth.


    Behind the storeroom was the escape passage, which opened two miles away from the fort, under a huge pine tree. Caster crawled out of it and spewed out the white ice mist to the depth of the woodland. His black feet crunched on the ground, but the footprints were soon buried and disappeared. In the morning, the night watchman will not find the footprints, and will not know where the children have gone.


    Zhao Mai holds the grain reserve. There are small flowers in the Grain Reserve''s back armor. Everyone keeps jumping among the branches and follows caster all the time. Psionic powers and the natural force work together to make him like a combination of silent owl and agile ape.


    Castel''s pace was firm, and he walked fast in the forest. Soon he left the fort 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 thickness of a human leg. When it reaches the height of the chest, it expands to form a platform with open hands. Castel put his new son on this platform, looked around, then turned around and left.


    His footprints quickly disappeared, frozen and covered with ice and snow like his heart. Zhao Mai landed on the ground, came to the baby''s side, found that he was shivering. But he was too young to fight against the cold and even cry. Zhao Mai put down his grain reserves and flowers, took out a cherry with the magic berry technique, removed the core, squeezed out the juice and dropped it into the baby''s mouth.


    The child licked his lips, seemed to have more strength, showing a sweet smile. His eyeballs are trying to turn under his eyelids, but even if he opens his eyes, he is not old enough to see Zhao Mai''s face. Zhao Mai chanted the mantra, gathered the natural force to produce a warm fire, and helped the child resist the cold.


    The wind and snow suddenly increased, and large pieces of snow whistled past Zhao Mai''s ears from behind. Zhao Mai frowned and suddenly felt something was wrong. "Be careful, behind you, Zhao Mai, get out of the way!" The sound of floret rings, and the sudden cry of grain reserve.


    Zhao Mai immediately moved to the side. But it was too late. A long gun made of ice crystals stabbed him in the shoulder. Fortunately, the heart key avoided the blow, and the magic leather armor was tough enough to let the gun touch the skin.


    Zhao Mai rolled on the spot, the hunter''s blood spear had been drawn out, and the fire spell was gathered in the other hand. It''s a fight that doesn''t need to introduce itself. Neither side has the idea of plotting against the other side.


    The ghost is like a pale shadow, with cold air all over its body. The ice flakes constantly fall from it, and the sound of Jingling bells is emitted when it collides with the ground. "It''s strange. Why didn''t you hear that before?" The ghost has human form, but it is not a complete entity. On the contrary, it is more like a ghost hidden in the fog. Although we can see his naked and shriveled body, I''m afraid it''s just a projection. For this type of enemy, grain reserves are not very helpful. "Take the flowers to one side, and send them away in case of danger!"A gust of wind blows, the strange ghost seems to be dispersed, floating by the side of the wind direction, there is no sound at all. It turns out that this is the secret of their silent movement. It seems that we should be careful of the wind in our ears in the future. Zhao Mai stares at the strange ghost''s bright blue eyes, raises his hand and casts the fire of the natural force!


    Three little red beads of fire fly past. The ghost looks at it curiously with his head tilted. It seems to be observing the natural force in the magic. It is estimated that no one has cast a spell in front of them for a long time, so it shows a moment''s pause. But it immediately showed a good fight response, the body moved quickly, across an arc to bypass the three fire beads, straight toward Zhao Mai.


    its action is fast and Kwai, long ahead of the human category. If it is Jon et al, it will be very busy. But it''s not as good as Zhao Mai. Only a sound of "Dang" was heard, and the ice crystal spear collided with the hunter''s blood spear. The psychic power is contained in the muscle. Just at this moment, Zhao Mai''s arm shakes and pulls the ice crystal spear aside.


    The hunter''s blood spear goes straight to the heart of the ghost door! Another "Dang" sound, the blood spear hit a hard shell, and the attack was stopped.


    The blue halo on the tip of the spear quickly faded, and a layer of ice crystals climbed up. Zhao Mai was shocked. He felt the effect of freezing the mind power! In fact, strange ghosts are also very surprised. If they are hit by weapons at ordinary times, they can''t cause damage. Not to mention, they will immediately turn into ice, and then smash in the collision. The spear that hit the chest didn''t break immediately, which shows its excellent quality. However, the ice crystal has climbed up, and the rest is only a matter of time.


    The strange ghost waved the ice crystal long gun again and chopped Zhao Mai''s head. Zhao Mai immediately withdrew his weapon and rolled back to avoid it. He doesn''t want his hunter''s blood spear to collide with the ice crystal weapon again. If it''s broken, isn''t it miserable? He did not hesitate to return the weapon to the storage bracelet to avoid further damage.


    Standing on the opposite side of the ghost with empty hands, Zhao Mai''s eyes were still burning with a combative flame. The ghost saw that it was difficult for his spear to work, so he wiped it on the barrel of the spear and changed it into a long sword.


    His blue eyes were fixed on Zhao Mai, and a terrible laugh floated out of his mouth.