When he entered the seal shaft, he felt quite thrilling and exciting, but when he left, he seemed a little miserable.

He was tightly wrapped around his waist by a rough vine. With the tightening force, Charles was constantly pulled away from the ground, and eventually rose higher and higher.

The vine tightly tied its abdomen and wrapped its hands around the branches to avoid accidents. Unlike when it fell down before, it seemed quite slow when it left, so that Charles could clearly observe that the pure white and bright light was clearly "sliding" on its body and eventually disappearing completely.

Here, black and white are like two kinds of solidified light, and there is no mixed difference.

"But no one said that who would believe that pure white is actually black?"

I sighed secretly that it was pitch black around me. In this case, there seemed to be no difference between opening my eyes and closing my eyes.

There was no sound of wind, the sound of breaking through the air, the sound of clothes being messy, and all the sounds could be heard at this time were my own breathing and the trivial sounds made by vines rubbing against the well wall.

I waited quietly, but I don’t know how long it took, but I finally stopped seeing that kind of complete darkness.

Looking up, the torch light came from the top of his head, very faint, but because of the long stay, Charles' eyes had adapted to the pure blackness, so he suddenly noticed it and couldn't stand it.

When he blocked his sight with his hands, the light became brighter and brighter, and he was eventually pulled out of the wellhead.

With both hands, he crawled out of the well, and the vines wrapped around his body immediately contracted. Charles patted his messy robe, then looked up at the little guy standing in front of him with a torch.

"How long have I been in?" he asked.

"It's not long." The sweet voice replied, "It's not dawn yet."

Nodded in a clear way, Charles then followed the son of the forest and left the dark hall where the shaft was located.

"The Green Prophet just informed us to prepare the fish beam seed paste." As he walked forward, the son of the forest leading the way said: "This takes a long time to prepare. He told me not to worry."

"Thank you for me," Shire replied. Then he was stunned. "I should see him later, right? Why don't you say it yourself?"

"The Green Prophet is very tired." The son of the Forest replied: "The trees call him to rest."

Shire was a little puzzled when he heard this.

But when he returned to the uppermost hall, the dead body sitting on the throne of the dead wood had indeed closed its only eye, leaning on the tree trunk without moving, as if it had really died.

"I have been living like this for hundreds of years, but I probably wouldn't be able to stand it." He thought secretly.

At this time, many sons of the forest were not sleeping, but were singing a unique song in that special language.

Their singing voices were ethereal and crisp, and they came from the hall under their feet and from the stone chambers around them. The sound was pure and pleasant, and it sounded like a refreshing feeling of soul and a renewal.

Charles listened quietly for a while, then thanked and said goodbye to the son of the forest who was receiving him, and then stepped out of the dark cave.

It was already late outside, and it was already snowing heavily before I knew it. The cold wind was blowing and snowflakes flew. As soon as I showed up, Charles was blown back to the entrance of the cave.

But he insisted on walking out immediately.

There was an animal-skin tent next to the entrance of the cave. The fire inside was shaking. Charles took a few steps in front of the snow and hurriedly lifted the curtain and entered it. The figures of several leading senior officials followed.

The captain of the guards, Iron Legs, a former Stannis noble vassal on Dragon Stone Island, and the mysterious woman in red robe.

Seeing him appear, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and immediately stood up.

"Sir, you..." Seeing that Charles looked a little tired, Tie Le hurriedly stepped forward to Hanxu to ask about his well-being.

"I'm fine." Charles replied, turning his head to look at the red figure sitting quietly beside him.

"There are a lot of dark auras left on you." Seeing him looking over, the other party frowned and said, "Is the old god really the same as the ancient god?"

Charles said that what others did was much more useful than you. But he had no intention of explaining this, and just shook his head.

The iron legs on the side took over the conversation at the right time.

"We found the traces of the White Walkers, sir."

"Whites?" Charles frowned when he heard this: "In the mountains?"

"No, outside the mountain." Iron Leg replied: "That thing rode on a bone horse. You appeared shortly after you left and looked at our army for a long time."

"Didn't do anything else?"

"That's not." said Tie Leg: "It's just that since it appeared, it has started to snow in the sky."

"It's snowing..." When Charles heard this, he couldn't help but look at the girl in red robe again.

"This is not surprising. The appearance of the White Walkers will surely bring the arrival of night and cold." The woman in red robe replied, and then said worriedly: "What we should consider now is, if the White Walkers come here every day, how long can the soldiers last?"

...

Even though he possesses all kinds of special magic, Charles can do nothing in the face of this "natural disaster".

The same is obviously true for the women in red robe.

Maybe she had a solution to this situation, but since she arrived here, the former witch has lost most of her spell casting ability.

So if the White Walkers really come here every day, they seem to have only one way out now - let the army enter the cave to hide from the cold.

This is not a fantasy. The entrance to the cave is indeed blocked by special forces, and basically no one can enter.

But what if the internal master removes the spell?

"Not to mention whether the three-eyed crow would agree, if that kind of protection is really removed..."

After the brief conversation, Charles stood at the entrance of the tent and watched the snowy scene outside, frowned and thought.

What the magic barrier really wants to block is not humans at all, but White Walkers or alien gods.

And if this barrier is removed...

"Maybe this is exactly what the enemy wants us to do?"

His heart was a little heavy.

What's behind the barrier?

The son of the forest, the three-eyed crow, and the most important seal.

Although I don’t know the other party’s plan, these things cannot be exposed casually.

But if it is not removed, then obviously death is inevitable...

"Trouble." Secretly helpless, Charles could only expect the preparation of the son of the forest to be faster, so that he could enter the dream and find the possibility of solving the strange god.

Although this probability may be relatively small, it is better than being led by the enemy.

...

It took a full night of heavy snow, and most of the camp tents were covered by the mountainside camps. Even the entrance of the cave was completely buried by the snow.

Some soldiers couldn't stand that night. Fortunately, Charles used his life to absorb magic and he did not have any life.

His spell can only absorb a little bit without taking human life, so it is sometimes very convenient.

However, this method is only to treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

Everything was fine the next day, but when night fell, the blizzard appeared in front of everyone again.

The third day, the fourth day...

The traces of the White Walker often appear, and the army will naturally not let it do it. The dragon crystal arrow that has been prepared for a long time comes in handy.

Unfortunately, except for a soldier shooting a White Walker the next day, the enemy seemed to have learned his lesson and never showed up again.

But this does not affect the arrival of a blizzard.

Things are far more complicated and difficult than what Charles thought when he first arrived here. Over the past few days, even if he continuously casts spells, it will be difficult to take care of everyone in every way - an army of more than two thousand is not a small number.

Death is inevitable.

At first it was only one or two, but as the chill continued to accumulate, more and more soldiers died in their sleep.

Ten, twenty, fifty...

The cry to enter the cave to avoid the wind and snow inevitably appeared, and quickly gained the approval of all soldiers.

And just as this voice became louder, the forest son's quasicle of the wood seed paste was finally ready.
Chapter completed!