The fireplace was bright and shaking the shadows on the floor of the hall. The cold morning made the castle windows covered with a layer of frost. Looking out, everything was hazy.

In a trance, Charles thought that he seemed to be in a hot wasteland yesterday, but now he has to endure this cold winter climate.

"The war seems not going well. Master Lu Wen has sent out three ravens in succession, but none of them have received a reply."

The red-haired woman looked a little sad.

At this time, they were finishing their meal and talking about the Great Wall in the north and the war in Deep Fort.

Just as the Three-Eyed Crow said last night, the war has undergone some unknown change.

"Torun Fangcheng has a reply, but they said that Ned had led the army into Wolf Forest three days ago, but suddenly he couldn't contact him."

I thought it was just a small trouble, after all, there were only one or two thousand iron people invaded. Although they seized a castle by them, the Deep Lin Fort was just a wooden castle, and it was not a solid fortress at all.

If it goes well, it should be possible to achieve some results now, but they can't contact the northern army at this moment?

"Is there a family that believes in the Seven Gods over there?"

"Some, the Mandalay family and the Firint family are all, and some of their lords also follow the lord's faith." Caitlin said, looking at Charle with a strange look.

Although this person has performed normally in the past few days, she has never forgotten what he has done. Now she asks this...

"By the way, Bran's business..."

"If you have a candidate ready, you can find me at any time." Shire replied, thinking for a while, and then said, "If someone else comes to ask for help, Madam, please pay attention to me."

"You are going to be here..."

"The north may like the glory of the seven gods." Charles said in a low tone, like a charlatan.

In the north, the Staff of Authority was suppressed and many abilities became difficult to use, and Charles felt that this situation must be improved.

And although these northerners respected them quite well, the faith of the old gods made them unable to bear the blessing of the Staff of Authority.

If they become "his own people", everything will be much easier - he can come at any time when they pray, and can also let them feel the power of "God".

Anyway, he won't lose anything, and he can also practice his skills.

Nodding, Caitlin didn't say anything-but she couldn't notice the deep meaning of this matter.

The north is about to change...

Seeing her expression a little dazed, Charles suddenly remembered something and said, "If I remember correctly, that's not a bad guy."

"What did you say?"

"I mean the one you are imprisoned in the dungeon."

When I was having a meal, I was talking about a prisoner in the dungeon, so Charles remembered this.

When the northern army headed south, Borton's illegitimate son used cruel means to force a noble widow who had lost all his heirs and husband, and starved her to death.

The Mandalay family in Baigang ended his crime and shot him on the spot.

Then he sent a servant of an illegitimate son to Winter City, and waited for the Count of the Horror Fort to return as a witness.

But if Charles remembers correctly, the stinky old man in their mouths had actually been killed by the skeleton, and was pushed by the illegitimate child himself before his death.

It was his first time to "spit shuttle" and he encountered that kind of abnormal scene, so Charles still remembers it fresh.

"It's not a stinky guy, then he." Caitlin didn't doubt his words, nor was he a fool, so his expression was a little strange: "The Borden family is very powerful in the north, and this illegitimate son is already his only heir. If we..."

She seemed to hesitate about this matter, not as indignant as Stark's retainers. But this was just a small matter. Shire spoke casually and saw that she had noticed it, so she stopped getting entangled in it.

After chatting for a while, Charles said goodbye to Mrs. Caitlyn and then returned to her bedroom.

Thinking about what he heard last night, and thinking about what he had just heard, Charles narrowed his eyes, then picked up his scepter, closed his eyes and took a nap.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already left his body.

The bed, windows, and the sunshine outside, everything in front of you became dark and colorless. Looking out from the bedroom, some figures that were not originally appeared in the courtyard of Winterfell.

However, Charles was used to this. After looking around, he began to focus on his mind.

Just like Jun Linyi, he was able to use his "focus" to hear the originally faint prayer sound. Now, he is doing this.

Not long after, a faint prayer gradually appeared in the southwest direction, and flames suddenly ignited across Charles' body.

However, when he appeared again, the surrounding area was not a battlefield, but a dilapidated church ruin. A beggar was hunched over the corner of the wall, muttering something with his mouth trembling.

His prayers were very weak, unlike the one who was yesterday, so full of power that Charles's sprinkling could only bring a little light, but this was enough to make the beggar feel much better.

Afterwards, he ignored the people at his feet and stared in one direction to continue the steps just now.

The flames burned out, and Charles shuttled one after another.

Churches, villages, wilderness, and even dungeons...

After the 6th shuttle, everything in front of me suddenly covered with a layer of white mist. At the same time, the prompt from the Eye of Real also made Charles cautious.

[You enter the fog place, and your authority to die is suppressed]

【There is a hallucination power hidden in the sea fog, and your vision will be affected to a certain extent】

I heard a sentence in my ear

"This damn fog, seven-layer hell, let them get out of here!"

Looking down at the soldier who was kneeling on his knees and praying, Charles glanced at the surroundings again and finally made sure that he had arrived at his destination.

This place is a woodland with lush oak trees, occasionally dotted with evergreen trees, densely packed, and quite blocked view.

A vast white mist filled the place, which made it fall into a stage where you can’t see your fingers, like a thick curtain condensed by water vapor in the sea.

The army itself spread forward to both sides, looking dark and covered in darkness, buried deep in the fog, and could not see the beginning and end.

Charles found that every soldier here seemed at a loss, and some of the discussions they mentioned made him vaguely confirm something.

"Lost?"

Walking here, gradually, he saw the leader of the army here, a familiar person.

Jon Amber, the last Earl of Fireplace, was also a fierce general among the northerners.

At this moment, the "strong general brother" was roaring loudly at the beard of an old man.

"You are so embarrassed to say this is your chassis? Let those bastards play around. It's been the third day since we came here, and we can't even find the way out. We are so embarrassed to say it's a forward? Attack! How to attack? Even the shadow of Deeplin Castle can't be seen. Tell me, how should I explain to Lord Ed!?"

"This fog is too big, sir."

"Don't tell me this. No matter how big the fog is, don't you Globo's people say that you can pass through the wolf forest with your eyes closed!"

The people of the Amber family have always been known for their bad tempers. As they roared, Big Jon spitted out a star and squirted about the other person's face.

Charles listened for a while, but he had some understanding of their situation at this time.

Under this inexplicable fog, the army was indeed lost in the forest.

At the same time, the invaders seemed to be unaffected and kept harassing them continuously, so that the northern army suffered heavy casualties, but they could do nothing.

As you have done nothing for so long...

Shire felt speechless, but after glanced at the surroundings, he understood quite well.

Although the surrounding fog is not completely out of reaching out and unable to see five fingers, it is basically the kind of way that you can't see anything clearly from five meters away.

This situation is already difficult, and coupled with the inexplicable illusion...

"Is this the so-called method of drowning God?"

Shir tried hard to recall his memory of this god, but he had little impression of this god, whether it was his memories of his previous life or what he learned in this world.

Thinking about it, a prompt suddenly appeared in front of me.

[The Iron Islands scouts responsible for detecting the enemy situation are carefully looking at the army ahead]

Charles was stunned for a moment, then looked carefully. In the thick fog, his two heads were lying on the tree and protruding their heads.

These two people hid themselves well, but could not escape the discovery of the Eye of Reality, so Charles couldn't help but approach and prepared to listen to the corner of the wall.

In this state, no one discovered Charles, so he naturally didn't need to cover up anything. Unfortunately, he was able to "invisible" but couldn't climb the tree. The other party was cautious in his speech and couldn't hear it clearly.

So he had no choice but to wait below.

But before he could wait for a long time, the two of them jumped out of the tree.

"There are too many people in the north, and I really don't know when this situation will continue."

"Of course it lasts until Asha's bitch gets tired of playing, damn it!"

While muttering, the two of them quietly left along a forest road.

Charles followed them.

What is strange is that the northerners are obviously locals, but the two vulgar-dressed soldiers in front of them feel a sense of being familiar with the forest. Shir observed carefully.

I found that their behavior may not be familiar, but intuition.

Yes, it's intuition. He observed carefully and could not find any rules to follow during their walking. He just simply rushed here directly.

This situation seemed like a reckless man was running around, but they were quite sure of their destination.

"Blessed by God, I will definitely dedicate more enemies to you." As I rushed, the gentle whisper of a young scout made Charles think.

Following the butts of these two scouts, walking among the dense and foggy woodland.

Gradually, the fog dissipated, and a wooden castle built on the hills in the forest came into view.
Chapter completed!