"If I die, Jon,"

Lying in front of the bonfire, Eddie, with gray hair, said weakly: "Remember to put two bouquets of pomegranate flowers in front of my grave. This is our tradition."

His tone was very low, and his body still couldn't stop trembling as he spoke.

He seemed very cold, so cold that even the bearskin cloak covered with the thin body could not bring him a little warmth. The burning bonfire shaking in front of him seemed to be more of a decoration.

"You won't die, Eddie." Jon replied seriously. But looking at his good friend lying in front of the fire, his eyes couldn't help but feel sad.

The other party seemed to be in good condition, but Jon clearly remembered how severe this good friend had had a high fever before, and now he suddenly improved. Is it really a good thing?

Jon, who was besieged here for more than a month, dared not think deeper.

He fell to his words, and Pipp, who wrapped himself in a brown animal skin cloak, had only one head exposed, couldn't help but say, "If you die, there would probably be no grave. We would just bury you, or throw it into the surrounding ice canyons."

As he spoke, his ears kept shaking, so that the shadows reflected by the fire on the tent wall also trembled. In addition, the person who wrapped himself was too thick, suddenly he seemed to be a bear napping in front of the bonfire.

Hearing these sarcastic words, Eddie, who was lying down, did not react clearly, but looked at the top of the tent with a hollow look: "Why can't you burn me? This will make it very warm..."

"Because we don't have any extra firewood, Eddie." Pipp replied, looking at his weak companion, unable to help but add, "So you'd better not die."

"If I could be cremated, I would rather die."

As he said that, Eddie was a little excited. After lying on the ground and taking a deep breath, he muttered: "That's simply heaven. But if I bury me casually, then unless my mind is as stupid as Glen. Look, all the neighbors around me are frozen to death, I don't want to sit with them to discuss the boring question of who will die colder."

"Or like Martin, a fisherman from Dragon Stone, who was thrown into the surrounding ice canyon, it would be even worse, and there was no neighbor. Maybe there were White Walkers hidden in the canyon. Then he would be resurrected as a horse... There must be no real horse below. I think White Walkers can only ride people alive."

"The White Walker has been wiped out by the Lord." Jon couldn't help but say, "Everyone knows this."

"Maybe there are some White Walkers," Eddie blinked, "That old guy Custer has a lot of babies, you know."

"But if there were no adult White Walkers, could the baby White Walkers survive?" Pipp, who was wrapped in rice dumplings, asked questioningly.

"How could it be impossible? Otherwise, why is the snow outside so heavy? I probably wouldn't be frozen to death."

After these words, the surroundings fell into silence.

Because of the heavy snow outside, many people died during this period, including their good friend Ge Lan.

Under the endless cold, the beautiful thing was already of the same nature as the beasts, which made people avoid hearing the sound.

After a while, as if he couldn't stand the silence, Eddie, who lay on the side of the campfire, whose face was reddened by the flames, spoke again.

"Have I ever told you that when I was in the Valley Family, I had a nickname called Lark Eddie?"

His voice was slightly weaker than before, but his expression seemed to be more excited, as if he was looking back.

So without waiting for his companions to respond, Eddie's eyes moved slightly, and he began to sing as he looked at Pipp who had wrapped himself in a bearskin cloak.

"This bear, bear, bear, bear, is black and brown all over, and is covered with plush."

"Oh, people are saying, go to the market together, the market? He understands, but I am a bear, black and brown all over, and a plush cover!"

"Along this end of the road to the other end. This end, there are three boys, a goat, and a dancing bear..."

...

At the beginning, Pipp, who was targeted by him, didn't feel anything, but the more he listened, the more he became, the worse he felt, and he couldn't help but scold him.

"Damn Eddie, you sang so badly!"

"You're ugly too," Eddie, who was humming a song, couldn't help but say hee when he heard this: "I think you will never get a wife in this way. Pipp, I feel sorry for you."

"Night watchmen are not allowed to marry and have children!" Big-eared Pipp retorted.

"I forgot." Eddie sighed, "But even if we can get married, we will not have a chance."

"Yesterday, the stupid big Logan was frozen to death. And Oding, and Glen..."

"I believe that the gods in heaven will take them to heaven." Jon spoke again after hearing this, "and there will be a messenger there to take care of them."

"Yes, I believe it too." Eddie smiled: "Until I was frozen to death."

As the words fell, the surroundings fell into silence again.

This is a sad topic. Although they have experienced it many times during this period, they still don’t want to mention it more.

But this is not something you can avoid without mentioning it.

After a while.

Lying in front of the bonfire, Eddie started singing again, but it was not the previous bear song, but another song.

...

"The Father of Heavenly Father has a strong face, and he ruled for fallacies and upholds justice, judged the length of good fortune and longevity, and loved the little children kindly. The Virgin brings blessings of life, guards every woman by the passport, and her smile ends with her gentle care for the little children. The warrior stands..."

His voice was low and hoarse. As he sang, his eyes moved away from his two good friends and turned to the top of the tent. His eyes gradually became empty, and his voice no longer had the vitality he had just now, but became weaker.

"The seven gods will create us, listen to our prayers at all times, close our eyes, and no more troubles, the gods will take care of you, little children. Close our eyes, no more troubles, the gods will take care of you, little children."

Humph, his eyes seemed to be unable to help but fight, and the song in his mouth quietly turned into another song.

"Oh, have you seen my son, good jazz? His hair is brown in autumn. He promised me that one day we will come back on the streets of Wende Town. Oh, have you heard of my son, I think...I want..."

The dry and rough sound is low, and then deep, and eventually turns into a subtle whisper, and the lips tremble until it is inaudible.

As the fire swayed, the camp tent finally became completely silent, only the crackling sound of firewood burning still echoed in my ears.

"Is he asleep?" Pipp murmured as he watched his good friend lying there with a peaceful look on his face.

"Yes, he fell asleep."

Jon replied, taking a deep breath, crawled over and tucked the corners of Eddie, and tidied up his somewhat messy hair.

After staring at his face for a while, Jon said seriously: "I want to take him back to the Great Wall."

"The premise is that you can survive."

Upon hearing this, Pipp, who had encouraged Eddie before, had his tone changed to be very negative at this moment.

"The food reserves of those sons of the forest are not much. We will either be frozen to death or starve to death..."

"The road exploration team three days ago has been frozen to death now. There is no way to go in this kind of weather."

"Stay here is death, and taking risks is death."

"Where did the sir?" Pipp asked in despair.

Jon couldn't answer this question.

Since they returned a month ago because they saw the dragon, they have never noticed the figure of the person they followed.

The sons of the forest here didn't know where the person went, but said that they suddenly disappeared while fighting the dragon.

And what also disappeared was the normal climate here.

At the beginning, it became very hot, so hot that the vast snowy plains around the mountain melted in large areas.

The night disappeared and the day continued. The sun shrouded the earth for twenty-four hours a day, turning the place originally called the land of Eternal Winter into Nichuan Daze.

The roads were muddy, and horses and even the army could not travel normally. So they had to choose to temporarily station in this place called Shujiao Mountain, waiting for the hot climate to leave under the care of the sons of the forest.

After half a month, the strong heat actually left, but then the long night came, and a blizzard came as scheduled, and extreme cold came.

The first half of the month was really hot, and the second half of the month was really cold...

"What will happen next time? Can you get back to normal?"

Jon murmured, suddenly hearing a word from his companion Pipp in his ear.

"Do you feel that it's suddenly bright outside?"

His voice was full of doubt.

Because of the animal-skin tent, it is difficult for the two people staying in the tent to see the specific situation outside.

But looking at it, the dark black color on the wall of the tent on the upper left seemed to be glowing.

Very bright?

Jon was stunned for a moment, looked at his companions and stood up tacitly to leave the bonfire area and lifted the curtain of the tent.

The light blocked by the tent suddenly came into my eyes.

It was not the barracks standing quietly around, but above my head!

Looking up, under the dark clouds, the snow was still flying in the sky, the sky was dark and cold, the snow was silted around the ground, and the white area was full of white.

But unlike before, a light broke through the snowy air and faintly shone!

After careful examination, they found that the source of the light was on the top of the mountain diagonally above their heads, where there seemed to be a person standing faintly.

"That's..." Jon murmured subconsciously, as if he had thought of something, his face gradually became excited, and so was Pipp beside him.

However, when Pip suddenly noticed a figure passing by his eyes, the excitement suddenly turned into astonishment.

"Eddie!?"

It was snowing all over the sky, and Pipp, the short man standing in front of the tent, seemed to be afraid that he would read it wrong, so he couldn't help but rub his eyes and then look at it.

The familiar figure is still like this, isn’t it the formerly lost companion Eddie!

But why did he look hazy?

Ignoring the two friends who were standing at the door, Eddie walked out of the camp, as if attracted by the light, and looked up at the cliff above her head.

Then under the dazed gaze of Jon and his two, his illusory body suddenly floated up and slowly floated towards the source of the light covered by the heavy snow of goose feathers.

At this moment, it is not just where they are. Looking around, countless illusory figures emerged from scratch in this military camp located halfway up the mountain. Under the shocking gaze of the surviving soldiers, under the obstruction of heavy snow, they floated like milk swallows returning to their nests, floating in the direction of the light reflected!
Chapter completed!