The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

"Your words can't be trusted." Osha dropped her spear, "I'll go with the crow." The thin man was more concerned about pressing on her at night.

Crow, is the name that wild people outside the Great Wall contempt and insult the night watchman.

The man in black is what the people of the Seven Kingdoms usually call the Night Watch Corps.

The night watchman is the official name for these brothers in black.

Osha had her own thoughts, even if she was sold to a girl's den, it was better than staying outside the Great Wall. She didn't want to run into those white ghosts again. Although the crow was unbelievable, she was a woman. Maybe these men would think that she would be more useful at night, just like a thin and dead fat man.

"Oh, Osha made a choice, what about the three of you?" Will smiled, "Go or stay?"

"Let's... go back..." The thin man said tentatively. His hand holding the knife was sweaty and wet, and fear had drained most of his energy. Severing Colin's hand, this person might be able to kill four of them.

Will let the way: "Okay, you made your choice, let's go."

The thin man moved slowly, his eyes flickering.

Robb Stark said: "Savage, go back and tell your king-Mans Reid, a ghost is coming, all human races should be united."

However, the thin man only heard Robb's voice, and did not hear clearly what Robb was talking about? Fear is like a sword, and it has pierced his heart.

Are these suspicious crows ready to play a hunting game? ! Colin didn't have arrows in his hand, nor did the other three crows, so they wouldn't release arrows when we turned and walked away, the thin man thought, maybe they would hunt after ten meters away, which would be more enjoyable.

The thin man finally walked by Will, while the crow's sword was still at his waist, not only did he not pull it out, nor did he press his hand on the hilt. What a magnificent and expensive sword, the light from the corner of the thin man's eyes flicked over the sapphire on the hilt.

The other two men looked in a trance and in disbelief. The crow let them go. This was something I had never heard of. For thousands of years, the crows and them have been mortal enemies, killing each other. As long as you meet, either you die or I live, the **** killing is no longer necessary.

When the thin man and his companions realized that they had gone far, and looking back, the crow and Osha were still standing by the rock. The thin man ran wildly, but his two companions had already ran ahead of him...

**

Robb looked solemn, kneeling side by side with Will in the snow, listening to Will's spell.

He has learned a little bit of the common language on the Essos continent and a little bit of advanced Valyrian language. These are just the leisure time his parents spend to let him know more about the world, but now they can help him judge The spell Will said was the Valyrian High Language.

The Valyrians ruled Essos for thousands of years. Before the end of the catastrophe, the Valyrian Empire did not perish, and their language naturally became the higher Valyrian language. Nowadays, the Valyrian language has almost disappeared, only the Valyrian language still used in some songs and books. However, to this day, the Valyrian language is still regarded as a higher language in Essos.

In front of Will and Robb, the heads of Steve and the female savage were placed, and above the two heads were the black-and-white order of a thousand faces.

Will motioned to Robb, and Robb nodded. Just now Will said the spell to him very slowly. He only remembered the syllables of the language, but he didn't understand the meaning of the language.

Will began to recite the mantra, low and slowly, Robb followed Will's rhythm, as if a student was reciting a book with the teacher.

They are offering sacrifices to the **** of death and communicating with the **** of death through the black and white order.

Robb repeated the old-fashioned and jerky syllables according to Weill's mantra. When the mantra was completed, the lightly closed eyes on the black side of the black and white order slowly opened, as if someone inside opened a window, the window opened, and Luo was shocked. Bai saw that there was nothing in that eye, only a black void.

It seemed that a faint black air floated from the top of the two heads into the void of the black eye hole. After that, the eyelids slowly closed, and everything returned to its original state.

Robb settled, suspecting that what he saw just now was not reality, but illusion. Some jesters of the Seven Kingdoms can also do this kind of little magic.

"All mortals are mortal," Will said.

"All mortals are mortal," Robb said.

"Okay, the sacrifice is made by the **** of death. Now peel off the two faces and sacrifice to the **** of the thousand faces. All mortals must serve."

"All mortals must serve." Robb said. Drew the dagger from his waist and began to peel it.

The cold helped him, and a little blood came out under his skin, and it was frozen into ice. The dagger was sharp, and after a while, the two faces were peeled off like leather and paper. This didn't cost much, and the progress of the matter went well beyond Robb's psychological judgment. He thought it was a relatively difficult thing, but when he did it, he found that it was much easier than he thought.

Then followed Will for a while chanting an obscure mantra. In a trance, the white eyes closed lightly on the black and white order also slowly opened. In trance, the eyes opened, and there was a blank white inside. Robb took a closer look, but found that there was nothing unusual in his eyes.

Everything is my own illusion, or an illusion brought about by this spell.

"Mortals are serving." Finally Will said.

"Mortals are serving." Robb repeated.

Robb didn't understand the meaning of these spells and these final conclusions. He just remembered those complicated syllables firmly.

"Reaper and Thousand Faces both responded to our sacrifices, Lord Robb, I am going to give you the Silver Moon Mask now, and you will be the Silver Moon Adjudicator in the future when facing our star judge." Will took from his arms. A small mask came out. This mask was silver, but only half of it, with silver light flowing on it, like a flow of magic.

Robb took it. He didn't know what material the silver moon mask was made of. He thought it was cold, but the tentacles were warm as jade, smooth and comfortable. He buckled the mask on his face at Will’s sign. If the mask was alive, he would lightly lock his face and buckle automatically. The eyes could be seen from the eyelets of the mask without any discomfort. The suppressed half Nostrils, there is no cramped feeling of being oppressed.

Robb understood that this was a magic mask.

"Silver Moon Adjudicator, follow me to recite the changeable mantra, and keep in mind that in the future, as long as you meditate in your heart, you can change your appearance."

"Where is the body tall, short, fat and thin, and the voice change?"

"Then you still need to sacrifice more lives to the **** of death, and sacrifice more faces to the **** of thousand faces."

**

On the opposite side of the narrow sea, the free trade city of Braavos, on the Isle of Gods, in the black and white courtyard.

The pastor and acolytes suddenly became nervous, all hurriedly coming and going, some crawling into the dark hole. hole. The scrawny people inside quietly waiting for death couldn't help but sit up. In the darkness, a pair of bright and secluded eyes could be seen glowing, giving the tall man kneeling by a black pool praying a creepy feeling.

The man's armor was shining with a gloomy light, and although a small oil lamp was lit on the wall, the light did not even illuminate the road under his feet.

"Pastor, what happened?" the burly man asked, looking up at the priest who brought him in.

The priest's face was hidden in the hood, and there was darkness in the hood, and the man only saw the darkness.

"The God of Thousand Faces has sensed the offerings from afar." The priest's voice was like a sigh, "Mortal, come, drink this bowl of water, and you can get what you want."

"No, I’m not a mortal. I’m James Lannister. According to the order, I’m talking about my real name. I’ve already paid the price. What I want to learn is the art of transformation in the Black and White House, not Come here to drink this dirty water. And, pastor, you lied to me. How can the offerings from far away make your voice panic? Will the Thousand Faces still fear the worshipers from far away?