The journey of the film and television world is endless [continued]

Melisandre trotted along with a serious expression on her face. She came to Stannis, panting, and said, "Your Majesty, evil forces are eroding this land. I saw the revelation given by the Lord of Light in the flames. They are very close. You must make a decision."

Davos was stunned by this scene. He had never seen the red-robed woman lose her composure like this. He couldn't help but ask, "What is the power of evil?"

Melisandre took a deep breath, calmed down her emotions and said, "It's the White Walkers, they're coming soon!"

Stannis frowned and asked in confusion, "Are you sure? Do the White Walkers really exist?" Although he had heard about the White Walkers many times in the Night's Watch's reports in recent days, to him, the White Walkers were just a fairy tale to scare children.

In contrast, the wildling leader on the other side showed extreme panic. He widened his eyes and stammered, "Damn it! The White Walkers are coming! How many of them have you seen?" This person is Tormund, who concealed his identity.

Melisandre turned her gaze away and said solemnly, "Many, many, too many to count. They are everywhere in the mountains."

Tormund stopped pretending and said directly to Stannis: "The white walkers and the army of the dead have arrived, King of the Southerners, we must cooperate if we want to survive."

Stannis frowned, as if he wanted to say something. Melisandre interrupted him: "Your Majesty, this is not the time to hesitate. The minions of the evil god are too powerful for either side to defeat alone. We must cooperate, and I saw you fighting side by side in the flames."

Stannis was also convinced by her. Ever since he cursed Joffrey, he believed in the prophecy in the fire. He nodded and agreed, "Okay! I agree to join forces with the wildlings."

Tormund heard this but said unsatisfiedly: "We are free folk! Not wildlings!"

Stannis glanced at him and said, "I can make a temporary alliance with you free folk now, but this does not mean that you will be accepted. After we defeat our common enemy together, we can discuss whether you will surrender!"

Hearing this, Tormund was upset, but he knew that now was not the time to argue. He curled his lips in disdain, then turned and walked towards his people. Stannis looked at Tormund's back as he left, and sighed in his heart. He knew that these wildlings were not so easy to tame.

In this way, the two groups of people who had just fought to the death not only stopped fighting, but also prepared to join forces to fight against the common enemy. They crossed the low wall and entered the fortifications and began to discuss how to deal with the impending crisis.

On the other side, the wildlings seemed extremely nervous. They carefully watched every move around them, fearing that the monsters would suddenly appear from any corner. Seeing this scene, some soldiers in Stannis's army could not help but laugh: "Look, these cowards! Aren't they just dead people? What's there to be afraid of?"

However, the wild warriors secretly complained that these southerners had no idea how powerful the white ghosts were. Who would still be able to laugh when they really faced those terrifying monsters? At this time, several aliens had already woken up. The news they brought was worrying, and the situation became extremely serious.

According to their report, the enemy is numerous and fierce, the haunted forest is full of those ghosts, and they have cut off the connection between the Cape of Stoddard and the inland. The situation is very bad, and they are blocked on the peninsula by the White Walkers.

After hearing the news, Stannis' heart sank, but he did not panic. He acted decisively and commanded his soldiers to act quickly. He knew that no enemy should be underestimated, and no matter how powerful the White Walkers were, they must be fully prepared. He immediately ordered the reinforcement of fortifications and sent people to contact the fleet at sea, asking them to be ready to provide fire support to the shore at any time. For those ships that did not have long-range attack means, he ordered them to dock and evacuate the wounded and those who were not able to fight to reduce unnecessary casualties.

At the same time, Tormund also led the wildlings to get busy. They used simple tools to dig trenches and set up obstacles, trying to strengthen the defense of the line. Everyone was full of fighting spirit, and their wives and children were behind them.

Just as people were busy and nervous, a cold wind blew, mixed with a hint of chill. This cold wind made everyone present shiver, and an ominous premonition surged in their hearts. They knew that this war would be extremely difficult.

Suddenly, someone pointed at the woods in the distance and shouted, "Look!" Everyone turned their heads to look in the direction the soldier pointed. Their eyes passed through the forest and finally saw the creepy white ice fog in the distance. The ice fog was tens of meters high, like a huge white dragon dancing in the air, carrying a biting cold and a breath of death.

As the ice fog approached, the wind, which was only slightly chilly at first, suddenly became extremely fierce, like a cold blade, scraping people's cheeks painfully. The cold wind whistled through the woods, bringing waves of chill, making people shiver.

Under the cover of the ice fog, vague figures began to appear in the dark forest. These figures were blurry, but they gave people a strong sense of uneasiness. They were like demons crawling out of hell, emitting endless evil and terror.

"It's the White Walkers!" A wildling shouted loudly, his voice full of fear and despair. Other wildlings followed suit, and panic quickly spread. The whole scene fell into chaos, and the already tense atmosphere became even more depressing. Everyone felt the approach of death.

Stannis looked at everything in front of him with a serious face. He held the long sword tightly in his hand, his eyes were firm and steady. He knew that in the face of such a powerful enemy, he had to stay calm to find a chance of survival. So he shouted loudly: "Don't be afraid! We have strong walls and sharp weapons, and we will definitely be able to withstand the attacks of these monsters! Archers, get ready~shoot!"

As soon as Stannis finished speaking, the panicked archers immediately came to their senses. They quickly drew their bowstrings, ignited their arrows, and aimed at the figures that were vaguely visible in the ice mist.

When Stannis gave the order, they all released their bowstrings at the same time. In an instant, countless arrows flew out like locusts. The arrows streaked across the sky, flying towards the vague figures with blazing flames, illuminating the entire forest.

The white ice mist seemed to be controlled by a mysterious force and stopped moving forward. However, when countless rockets hit it, they either went out immediately or bounced off, as if there was an invisible barrier.