latelenovela #437 - Chapter 171: The End of the White Walkers (Part 3)
#437 - Chapter 171: The End of the White Walkers (Part 3)
Against a common White Walker, that strike would have been enough to obliterate them. However, this White Walker leader was one of the Night King's three commanders, possessing powerful ice magic within its body capable of resisting the intrusion of foreign energies. Thus, the sword strike was merely a light wound. The White Walker leader turned back in fury, striking the Hound in the face with its elbow, sending him flying.
At that moment, Jaime seized the opportunity, exploiting the White Walker leader's vulnerability and stabbing its other leg. Afterward, he quickly rolled away, successfully escaping the White Walker leader's attack range.
Arya rushed over to help Sandor to his feet. The Hound had suffered a heavy blow; his entire dog helm was dented inward, with blood flowing continuously from the helmet's seams.
Anxious, Arya quickly cut the gorget straps and removed the dog helm. Sandor's mouth and nose were covered in blood, one eye was swollen shut, and his face looked even more grotesque than usual.
Sandor slowly regained his senses, reaching out to gently touch his swollen cheek, immediately feeling a sharp pain: "Hisss~ Hisss~ That hurts! Is my face still there?"
Arya patted his shoulder, comforting him, "It's alright! You should be glad, your face was already ruined anyway; it can't get much worse."
Sandor glared at her, annoyed, "Thanks for the comfort! I feel so much better now. Be careful yourself; don't let that thing get you like that, or see how I comfort you."
Arya handed him the combination spear and drew a short sword from her waist, saying, "Let's deal with it first!"
"Alright, let's take it down together," Sandor said, gripping the spear and pushing himself up. His serrated sword was still lodged in the White Walker leader's leg. The White Walker leader turned and lunged at Jaime; the wounds to its legs were of little consequence. Jaime swung his longsword, engaging it in combat. Brienne rushed to his aid, and together, they fought the White Walker leader to a stalemate for a time.
Arya circled behind the White Walker leader, trying to find an opportunity to strike. The White Walker leader was exceptionally alert, noticing Arya's intention and turning its head. Arya raised her hand and shot 'Needle,' striking its right eye socket. A sizzling sound erupted as steam rose, indicating the energy was being mutually negated.
However, at that moment, Sandor threw the combination spear, hitting the White Walker leader in the back. The White Walker leader felt the pain, its movements slowed slightly, and it tried to turn back.
Seeing the White Walker leader suppressed, Jaime immediately exchanged a look with Brienne, their eyes flashing with determination. They simultaneously exerted all their strength, their longswords flashing like lightning, striking the White Walker leader's left and right shoulder sockets, respectively. The White Walker leader emitted a shrill scream, the sound piercing as if to rupture eardrums, sending chills down one's spine. It began to struggle violently, trying to break free.
Seeing this, Sandor quickly stepped forward, gripping the spear tightly, and forcefully thrusting inward. However, the White Walker leader's power was immense; even severely wounded, it could still resist fiercely. Sandor's arms were numb from the force, but he gritted his teeth, refusing to let go.
Just then, Arya rushed over, panting. Without hesitation, she stepped on Sandor's broad back, using his height to leap high into the air. The short sword in her hand gleamed with cold light, accurately piercing the White Walker leader's wide-open mouth. The White Walker leader could no longer withstand such an attack; its body gradually collapsed, turning into countless ice shards scattered on the ground.
The battle was finally over; everyone collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. Exhaustion was evident on the faces of Jaime and Brienne; their breathing was rapid and heavy. Sandor's injuries appeared severe, blood flowing continuously from his body, but he remained conscious and joked, "I don't want to die here; I still need to go back to King's Landing and drink my wine!" Hearing his words, everyone couldn't help but laugh, and the tense atmosphere eased considerably. They looked at the frost-covered ground, their hearts filled with a sense of accomplishment.
With the fall of the White Walker leader, the other White Walkers' offensive gradually weakened. The human warriors seized the opportunity and launched a counterattack. They wielded their weapons, fighting bravely, pushing the White Walkers back step by step.
On the battlefield, the situation seemed quite strange. The White Walker side had the advantage in terms of high-end combat power; they possessed great strength and skills, inflicting heavy blows on the human knights. However, the humans demonstrated tenacious fighting spirit; despite suffering heavy losses, they still held their ground, resisting the enemy's attacks without retreating.
At the same time, the Dothraki cavalry displayed invincible momentum on other battlefields; they swept through like whirlwinds, annihilating those powerful wight archers. Subsequently, they turned their attention to this battlefield; ordinary warriors advanced steadily, successfully compressing the skeleton wights' battle line. Overall, humans gradually gained the upper hand, but achieving final victory would not be easy.
Just then, a violent rumble suddenly came from the horizon; even from kilometers away, it could still be heard clearly. This sudden loud noise shocked everyone, and even more surprising, all the wights stood still at that moment, as if frozen in place by something.
Not only that, but even the wights' mounts also fell into a state of stagnation. But then they erupted into a frenzied attack.
Melisandre's eyes flickered as she looked into the distance: "Do you feel it? That is the aura of a god."
Kinvara replied with excitement: "Yes, it is the power of the Ice God; do you feel the response of my Lord?"
Melisandre shook her head: "No, I have not felt the Lord's call. Patriarch, can we really achieve final victory?"
Kinvara suddenly became stern, rebuking: "Melisandre, your faith is wavering; if you continue like this, you will be abandoned by my Lord."
Melisandre hurriedly explained: "No, Patriarch, my faith in the Lord has never wavered; it's just that I have a very bad feeling. As if death is approaching… Be careful!" Just then, she shouted and pushed Kinvara away. A crystalline ice spear shot from afar, striking her right chest with incredible speed. The immense impact pinned her firmly to the ground.
Kinvara was terrified and hurried forward to check Melisandre's injuries. Frost was rapidly spreading around the wound, and the cold aura was corroding her body. But at the same time, the red light within Melisandre's body was also resisting stubbornly, mutually negating the frost.
Kinvara looked back and saw a White Walker being besieged to death by the warrior monks of the faith. It turned out that the ice spear that almost killed her was thrown by this White Walker.