Sword and Magic and Taxi

A heavy snow pours down, and it quickly covers the feet, and there is a possibility of further increase. In order to be able to maintain the advantages of the city walls and fortifications, almost all the night watchmen took action, shoveling ice and snow, and squandering their strength in the cold wind.

"There are two kinds of enemies that might attack, the savages outside the frontier and the ghouls." Mormon tried to see the distant situation through the snow, but couldn't do it at all. The fire from the sentry post flickered, faintly, and dimly in the white world like the buttocks of a firefly. Zhao Mai's words are still in his ears. He keeps reminding him to guard against two kinds of enemies and do a good job of "ideological mobilization" for the night watchman. Although it is not clear what the ideological mobilization is to do, he still understands the general meaning.

Old Xiong sighed. Zhao Mai is very smart, but he doesn't know how to lead soldiers to fight. Sometimes and in some situations, he can't do ideological mobilization. If it is a brave knight, not a group of robbers, bandits, and thieves, not a group of people who choose to steal their lives in the night watch because of fear of death, or a group of poor people who have not suffered and are on the verge of mutiny, then the situation will be different. Now he would rather not say anything, looking forward to their survival at the time, rather than let them be frightened by his own fear now.

A trumpet sounded, and it was far and weak from the sentry in the far north, but there was no doubt about it. The night watchman stopped the shovel in his hand and pricked his ears to listen. They hope that is the clarion call for the return of the brothers. No matter which of the rangers who went to reconnaissance all the way came back, it meant that they had found the movement of the savages, and it also meant that they could "move". But on the other hand, they are also waiting, whether there will be a second voice on behalf of the savage.

The first sound stopped and stopped for about five seconds, and a louder second horn sounded, penetrating the snow curtain. This time, all the night watchmen started to take action immediately, and even those who took turns sleeping also got up. Two horns called everyone to take up their weapons to remind the enemy of coming.

While complaining, Sam Will climbed up awkwardly, his feet still tangled in the cloak and blanket. He reached out and grabbed the chain mail hanging on the side, only then did he realize that there was still a person standing there. Mike was already fully draped, but with his hands empty, he followed a big dog in the same armor under his feet, and the slotted sharp spikes replaced the nails inlaid with leather armor.

"Sam, I'm here to say goodbye to you." Zhao Mai said to him: "The horn of battle has been sounded. I'm going to find a ghost to settle the account."

"Is the ghost coming?" Sam's hands and feet suddenly became cold. No matter how many psychological hints he had made before, he still felt scared at this time. "how do you know?"

The second horn stopped. Sam's heart raised his throat and prayed to the old god: "Stop ringing, don't ring again." But the old god, like the seven gods of the Tali family, did not respond to his prayer. The third horn finally sounded with a sense of panic, and the sound was not far from the ancestor's boxing peak, and it was still approaching.

The trumpet continued, continued, and seemed to never end. The raven flapped its wings, screamed, danced in the cage, and hit the railing hard. All the warriors of the Night Watcher Legion in the camp have stood up, put on armor, arranged their scabbards, and took their battle axes and long bows. Some night watchmen hesitated for a moment, then took out the dark red ointment and began to apply the weapon, and secretly prayed that this thing would be useful. Their teeth were fighting cold, and their hands kept shaking. Only the warmth of the ointment made them feel better.

"Sam, in this case, is it better to have fog or no fog?"

Sam came back to his senses after being patted on the shoulder by Zhao Mai. "I don't know but my father, Lord Landau, doesn't like fog, saying that it will affect the command."

"Well, I understand." Zhao Mai walked down the mountain, towards the direction where the horn sounded. He opened his hands on the side of his legs, and the surrounding wind, snow and frost all surged toward his palm, and the natural force formed a whirlpool to continuously absorb the power of the surrounding ice. Druids can change the weather within a certain range, such as rain, hail and even tornadoes.

Zhao Mai casts the spell, and the circumflex of the spell blows between the clouds with the original force and enters the source of the snow. Zhao Mai immediately felt the huge resistance, and the scale of this storm was far beyond his imagination. The whole world will enter the winter with this snow, that is the vast world will, Zhao Mai's power is like a man's arm in front of it.

Although it is a kind of bravery to be a car, Zhao Mai still needs to keep his strength to kill the enemy, and he can't hit himself on the wall first. He immediately changed the spell, instead of fighting the heavy snow, but just dispelling the snow mist.

The wind blew, the snow flakes hit the face, causing pain, but it also dissipated the fog, and everyone saw the enemy. The vast number of ghouls passed by like a flood, submerging every inch of the ground in the pine forest. In an instant, except for the snow in the sky, there was no more white. The black and dry corpses, some even have only skeletons, charge, charge, charge. They were silent, but the sound of swish footsteps kept coming.

At a glance, there are thousands of ghouls, and the ancestors fist peaks from all directions, and the night watchman has nowhere to escape. Old Xiong’s voice sounded on the top of the hill, and the night watchmen heard it: “Sam Will Tally! Send a letter to the Great Wall to warn them of the enemy’s attack. Tell them that we are fighting to death on the ancestors' Fist Peak! Tell them, let the kings of the South Be grateful to us, let the poets of the South sing our songs, and let those children listen to our stories and grow up! We are the night watchmen!"

I don’t know who started the head. The night watchman’s oath sounded again, but with some changes: "The long night has come, I will start to watch, and I will rest until I die. I will not marry a wife, will not hold the ground, or have children. I will Don’t wear a crown, don’t compete for honor. I will do my duty and live and die. I am a sword in the dark and a guard on the Great Wall. I am a horn to resist the cold flame, the light of dawn, to wake up the sleeper, and to guard the kingdom. A strong shield. I dedicate my life and glory to the night watchman. This is the case tonight, every night."

Zhao Mai stepped on Xinxue towards the ghoul, listening to the vows, converging behind him. Obviously there is a simpler way, such as driving a car through the enemy and pressing over it. The claws of the ghoul could not hurt the car at all. He can also drill through the ground and appear directly behind the enemy. But what's the point of that? When everyone's eyes are on him, when the blood is boiling, it seems that no cleverness should appear.

Flames emerged from his palm and turned into a bright flame spear. Zhao Mai suddenly stopped at this time because he felt that there was something missing. Hurry up and take out your phone. While there is still some time, you should choose a background music.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can already see the undead in the charge~www.NovelMTL.com~ Then a prelude to the undead should be a good choice. When the music sounded, the first round of arrows from the ancestor's boxing peak came first and fell among the enemies.

Ordinary arrows do little harm to ghouls, but some ghouls burn violently and turn into fly ash in less than a few seconds. Cheers sounded from the ancestors' boxing peak, and Mr. Xiong ordered loudly: "Use natural firework potions! We will win!"

Accompanied by the powerful music, Zhao Mai smiled at the corners of his mouth, and the "plot" finally changed. The night watchman had strategic and tactical advantages he didn't have before, and he finally took this step. He shouted loudly from the bottom of his heart: Burn it, ghost, who made you anger the traveler? ! Zhao Mai put away the phone and used psychic powers to form a shield on his left arm. It had no weight, but was as hard as steel. He still uses the most familiar way of fighting with shields and spears, so that he can play 100% of his skills.

"If you are in danger, you can send it to the tree, don't hesitate." Zhao Mai said to the grain reserve: "Our goal is to kill the ghoul and find the ghost to settle the account!"

"Wang!" To be continued.

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