The bitter cold wind blew on the tattered white bear cloak, and heavy snow was everywhere in front of him, and the mixed wind and frost seemed white and messy. Every time I stepped, my feet would be deeply trapped in the snow shell, and then it would be particularly laborious to step again.

But this did not hinder Melisandra's pace of progress. Even though she was already exhausted at this time and couldn't help but stagger every time she walked, she was still moving forward, looking like a shaking candle in the wind, but she was strangely firm and had no room to fall down after a long time.

If someone observes it next to you, you will find that it is impossible for normal people to continue to be active in such a blizzard, and they will even freeze to death in no time.

However, she always looks like this, difficult, but tough.

In fact, Melisandra could no longer feel what she felt on her body at this time. It was not that her whole body was numb from the cold, but that she really didn't feel too much, she couldn't feel the cold or the pain. Her control over her body was a bit obscure while walking, and she couldn't withstand the cold wind.

She thought she was dead. Or she obviously remembered that she was dead, dead in that trap, and died under the spear of the pale monster.

After the severe pain, there was a burst of darkness, but the darkness did not last long, and it quietly subsided and disappeared. After opening her eyes again, the world was covered in white. After struggling to sit up, she found that she was still in her original position, but there was no one around except the mountains and snow.

Only the beaches of blood and minced meat around proved what had happened here.

Everyone was dead, but she was still alive, but this state seemed to be the same as death. She didn't feel tired or painful. Her skin was pale and dull, as if she had lost all her blood.

Melisandra thought she had become a moving corpse, but why wasn't the corpse controlled by the power of the ancient god, and why she could still remain rational, but she couldn't be sure.

She hoped that this was because of the blessing of Allah Rahlo, but she knew in her heart that this was not the case - Allah had no power in this land of eternal winter, otherwise they would not have been defeated as miserably.

Melisandra actually speculated about what made her "resurrected from the dead", but she dared not and was willing to admit it, because that thing was obviously a blasphemous thing, full of evil and ominous.

However, if this thing did not exist, how could she still be "alive"?

She wanted to laugh, but her mouth seemed to be frozen, or she had lost her blood, and even after spending a long time, she only had a slight twitching corner of her mouth.

But it doesn’t matter. Compared with physical changes, there is a more important thing at present, that is, report everything you see-

Legends and prophecies have become reality, the White Walkers are reviving, and the long night is about to come. In the face of such a disaster, human beings must unite, otherwise there will be only one way to perish!

Therefore, they must know that they must prepare in advance!

With this belief, Melisandra had been walking in the blizzard for five days and five nights. Fortunately, she didn't know she was hungry or tired at this time, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to hold on for so long.

In fact, she did not fail to encounter the direction of the human White Walkers group. She was moving in different directions from her. She could still see many free people villages that were old because of the news. However, she did not trust those humans who claimed to be free people but were actually the same as savages.

Because she knew that the wild people believed in the old gods, but the old gods were closely related to the ancient strange gods!

That's right, she thought so, and the reason for coming to this conclusion is very simple, that is, she stepped into a trap!

At that time, they were going to find the Green Prophet among the Old God. Because of the power of Allah, they did notice the place where the Green Prophet was, but when they were about to arrive, they encountered a White Walker attack...

Such a coincidence, it is hard not to doubt the relationship between the old god and the ancient god. At the same time, she had foreseen the aura of the old god in the north in the flames.

So she must not hand the news to the wild people, or she cannot expose herself to the power of the old god.

Melisandra was ready to walk to the Great Wall of Desperation, because the vigils there came from all over the world, and could also take a boat back south of Westeros from there, or go directly to the Free Trade City-State.

She thought she had the ability to walk back all the time because she didn't need to eat or drink water, and she didn't know how tired she was. As long as she didn't encounter any accidents, there would be no "accident".

Unfortunately, on the seventh day of her journey, an accident happened.

"Female savage!?"

When walking in the sentry woods covered by snow, a question suddenly came from the sky above my head. I looked up and happened to see a figure wearing a thick cotton jacket and leather armor.

"Night Watcher?" Melisander's voice was hoarse but could not hide his joy. However, after seeing her face, the other party's expression changed, "Are you a priest of the King of Light?"

"May Allah bless you." Melisandra responded so, but the other party sneered when he heard this, jumped down, raised the bow and arrow in his hand, and aimed at her under the dazed gaze of the woman in the red robe.

"I'll tell you to die to understand. My name is Ron Glover, who comes from more than two hundred years ago."

Ancient people.

Melisandra was relieved when she heard this.

This is over the years, they have killed many ancient people...

Thinking of this, without any resistance, Melisandra was shot in the chest by an arrow from the tree and collapsed to the ground without resistance.

A young man named Ron Glover followed and prepared to take back the arrow.

However, his expression suddenly changed as he approached because he did not find any blood stains appearing on the wounds of the dead.

"Has it been frozen?"

Thinking of this, his vigilance stopped Ron Grover's steps, and then he raised the arrow in his hand and carefully prepared to make up a few arrows.

However, just as he was doing this, the red-haired woman who was lying motionlessly suddenly turned her head to look at him, her eyes closed, and at some point a strange ice blue eye opened on her forehead!

A tremor immediately emerged from Ron Grofo's heart, making his face terrified and dull. He wanted to turn around and run away, but found that he could not make any moves at all! Instead, a sense of dizziness appeared in his mind, and it became stronger and stronger, stronger...

Ron Grover, wearing a night watchman's black robe, finally collapsed on the ground with weak body, his eyes wide open and looked at the sky, breathing instinctively, and saliva flowed out of the corners of his mouth.

Melisandra, who was pierced by an arrow, got up instead, and her eyes on her forehead quietly closed. A unique cold feeling appeared in her eyebrows, making her tired and tired feeling unconsciously relaxed.

After taking a look at the black-robed figure who seemed to be alive, Melisandra ignored him, but turned around and continued to rush forward, pulling out the arrows on her body as she walked.

The metal arrow was stained with minced meat, but there was no blood stain. Looking down at the object in my hand that seemed to have proved that she was a dead person, Melisandra was thinking about something else.

After the long summer, the stars cried and the cold enveloped the earth. Yasor Ahai would be reborn from the land of smoke and salt, holding the burning sword, the envoy of the Light, fighting against Rahlo's enemy, White Walker, and saving the whole world.

The land of smoke and salt, the land of smoke and salt...

The eyes on her forehead were obtained from the room of the Duke of Dragonstone, which was a place of smoke and salt.

At the same time, facts have proved that this thing can resist the power of the ancient alien god, otherwise she would have become a sane corpse of a dead soul at this moment.

"Lanli..."
Chapter completed!