"Although I think it's good to scare him this time, but... it won't be the next time." Old Xiong stood up, his face a little unhappy. But as for Caster, Zhao Mai was still the damn weather and the monster who never showed up, and he couldn't tell him.

I originally planned to rest here for another day, but now it seems that there is no chance. Everyone no longer expects the benefits of waiting for the sun to climb overhead. It seems that "get out" at dawn is a foregone conclusion, so everyone starts to pack up overnight. Jon and Pipp guard Zhao Mai, one constantly adjusting his posture to prevent him from falling into the fire, while the other constantly finds firewood to burn the fire.

Originally Eddie was here, but at first, his sad face looked uncomfortable and he wanted to die. Secondly, he still had the responsibility of a Ranger, so he stayed for a while and left when the commander summoned him. When he left, Zhao Mai's spirit was much better than before, so it seemed enough for three people to take care of him at the moment.

"I think you can drive away the cold in your body, why not do it?" Xiaohua sat opposite the fire, only Zhao Mai could hear her voice. "This cold air only works for life. You can just choose to transform elements to eliminate most of it. The fire element is best. Even if it is clear or not, the rest is probably only a little left, and it should be eradicated with the supernatural powers."

Zhao Mai nodded, then shook his head. He used his psychic power to talk to Xiaohua so that he would not scare the night watchman’s friends: “Indeed, according to the method you said, I can get rid of the disease, but I will also lose a good opportunity to study the White Walker. This cold power contains the initial core rune when creating the White Walker, which is the key to the White Walker’s reproduction. Yes, you heard it right, although the White Walker is an undead, they do have the ability to reproduce. Unlike other creatures, they cannot use the combination of each other to create new White Walker, but they can pass their own power and characteristics to human children. I have figured out that they want children to expand the number of White Walker. The more White Walker, the more corpse ghosts they can control, and the stronger their military strength will be."

"I'm only worried about your safety. Are you sure?"

"A hundred percent certainly not, but I am more than 90% sure that I will not be in danger of life. After that, I will subtract 40% of the possibility of not being smart enough and having nothing to gain. So, I am half sure to find the core runes of the White Walker and learn it. At that time, the White Walker had no secrets to me."

"You want to become a White Walker? That won't work!" Xiaohua pinched her waist hard and became angry.

"I want to destroy them and completely eliminate them." Zhao Mai said: "They have crossed my bottom line and I want to interfere in this world."

"No matter what, you must not have something wrong." Xiaohua's eyes rolled, changed to the attitude of "that they think are more appropriate", and began to fold their hands together, pout, and said pitifully: "I can't dissuade you, so I can only worry about you, you have to pity me..."

Zhao Mai nodded, and he wanted to pity himself. It was not his intention to die like this. It was not his original intention. It was not like an "enjoyment" with one hand. He knew that the White Walker could spread like a virus, but he did not expect that the spread was so fast. With just one touch, the baby would be infected. He did not expect that the truth that things would turn out to be reversed actually appeared in the Westeros continent. The extreme ice could explode when it could not withstand the damage of its own structure! Looking back carefully, the first explosion was not the power of the White Walker, but the altar, because it was scattered and broken, indicating that the core of the explosion was inside it.

I understood that the White Walker transferred all his power to the baby in an instant, turning him into a bomb. This bomb would take Zhao Mai's life, and at the same time transmit the White Walker's power, and reborn on Zhao Mai's corpse. It seems that this is not the first time that the White Walker has used this strategy. They should have practiced such a chain layout before, and maybe they have done it with their maker, the son of the Forest. But they may not have expected that the druid with transformation ability is similar to having two lives, and the damage that can bear far exceeds that of the White Walker.

However, this time it was still very thrilling. The ice core of the White Walker comes from the power of nature, which works as well for living creatures. Zhao Mai was not bombed to death, but there is still a possibility of being infected and dying. Fortunately, Zhao Mai had studied the frozen heart of the corpse ghost before, so he had enough knowledge and preparation for this ice power. Otherwise, even if Zhao Mai was not dead, he would be transformed into a new White Walker because of no means of resilient suppression. It was really time to reach that point, he didn't know what his thinking state would become then, but it probably wouldn't be a good ending. No creature could maintain its previous temperament after becoming a dead soul, and no one...

The core of the ice rune is near Zhao Mai's heart. He always wanted to get in, but was blocked tightly. Zhao Mai set up three layers of defense, the flame of natural force, the psychic power barrier and the power of ice, respectively representing intimidation, blocking and deception. The ice rune absorbs life force from Zhao Mai, and its function is the same as the heart of the ghoul. Zhao Mai adjusts the natural force, just like building a dam on a river, cutting off the energy source of the rune, making it more and more hungry.

The ice core is now like an onion covered with lubricating oil. If Zhao Mai wants to break it, he must not only prevent it from slipping out of his hands, but also avoid being accidentally spitting into the eyes. After peeling off the shell of energy layer by layer, Zhao Mai discovered some knowledge. He is not very interested in how to make an ice crystal sword. He has a flame sword and a psychic sword. Another type is just a little bit of a head and put it aside first. Only the powerful ice power can give the soul and the power that can make the corpse stand up is the most valuable thing.

Sam ran over on the muddy ground, holding a large bag of things in his arms. "I've basically found all of them, but I just couldn't find them. I'll give them these to you first, and I'll look for them!"

"No, blue-tailed grass can be replaced with horsetail hair, as long as it is a black horse." Zhao Mai devotes most of his energy to prevent the White Walker core, so his face and condition are so ugly. "Apart from me, you only know that type is that type, so you can't leave, and you don't have to leave. Now, listen to me, please help me configure the potion."

"I? I have never given medicine... besides Master Yimeng's decoction... you want to give it magic... magic, right?"

"If I say no, then I'm lying to you." Zhao Mai said: "Come on, I believe in you."

"What should I do if I don't believe me?" Sam thought Zhao Mai would die without this medicine, so he felt very nervous. Jon comforted him and said, "Sam, you are the smartest person I have ever met... One of them. If you can't fight, you can't do anything, but you must have no problem with reading, memory, potions, etc."

"If you don't do it anyway, you will live in regret that you have not saved people because of fear." Pipp gave Sam a thumbs up, "So you're sure you're fine."

"Your words are not logical at all..." Sam sighed, but finally nodded vigorously.

"Okay, listen to me, start doing this now..." Zhao Mai exhaled a blue breath, indicating that he had cleared another layer of rune protection. The blue mist rose, turning a strand of his hair on his forehead into a light blue color, and drooping down. Several people were startled and thought that his condition had become worse. So the firewood, the firewood, the firewood, the medicine, and the medicine, became even busier.

Zhao Mai's voice was calm and stable. While talking about the prescription, she guided Sam's work. Xiaohua sat aside and listened, often recalling the insights left by the druids in the past because of Zhao Mai's statement. She would tell Zhao Mai these ideas. The two of them studied them together and would adopt them if they thought it was more effective. Sam was almost crying anxiously. He thought that his level was not enough, so he had to rework and start over again.

Before dawn, a bottle of bright red potion was finally configured. Without Zhao Mai's introduction, everyone can guess the effect of this potion: although it is not actually hot, this potion gives people a feeling of magma. If it is poured on the body, it will definitely turn muscles and bones, and when it falls on the weapon, it will immediately burn holes. Just looking at it is enough for Jon and the others to sweat all over. Sam was even more miserable. Part of him was affected by the potion, and the other part was scared, so hot sweat and cold sweat were spreading together, as if they had just been fished out of the water.
Chapter completed!