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The North, the Wall, near the tunnel defense line
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…"
The biting cold wind from the Land of Always Winter attacked the Wall like sharp blades, charging like knights with an unstoppable momentum, seeking to break through this ice wall standing in their way.
This terrifying cold wind also brought dark clouds and ice crystals, turning the area in front of the Wall into a space of chaos.
Inside the camp below the Wall, the soldiers had long since prepared everything to face the coming army of the dead.
"Roar…"
Suddenly, a low and threatening roar pierced the night sky, and several massive Giant Wights appeared before everyone's eyes.
Their figures looked exceptionally distorted and terrifying in the cold wind. These giant zombies were a full four meters tall, their skin pale as paper, covered in rotting spots and cracks. Though their muscles were withered, they still exuded a bone-chilling strength.
Countless wights threw themselves forward one after another, and these fellows relied on this method to force a path through the defensive network of abatis and caltrops.
Their steps were heavy and slow, each one seemingly shaking the earth. The camp's fortifications appeared somewhat fragile before them.
As the Giant Wights approached, the people in the camp gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes filled with fear and despair.
Due to the previous attacks by the broken wights, the camp had been in chaos for quite some time, and soon, the Giant Wights approached the wooden walls.
One Giant Wight reached the camp first. It stared at the wooden wall with eyes glowing with blue light, as if it truly had a gaze watching them, but in reality, the one truly watching the wooden wall was the terrifying Night King.
"Roar…"
After letting out a deafening roar, this Giant Wight swung its massive arms and violently attacked the wooden wall outside the camp.
Its fists smashed into the wooden fence like boulders, instantly shattering a section of it. Wood chips flew, and dust filled the air.
Soon, other Giant Wights stepped forward, seemingly wanting to imitate this fellow and launch suicidal attacks against the wooden wall.
Yes, suicidal attacks, because that Giant Wight from just now had been pierced by several dragonglass spikes after breaking the wooden wall.
Although the speed of its destruction couldn't keep up with the rate of its body's decay, the giant zombie's attack still inevitably caused damage to the wooden wall.
"Prepare to defend! Shield wall! Spears!"
Seeing this, Grey Worm, who had just caught his breath, quickly shouted. At his command, the Unsullied gathered quickly, preparing to block the gap with a shield wall and spear formation.
"Boom…"
After another body slam, the gap from before grew significantly larger.
"Hiss, hiss…"
"Roar, roar…"
Just then, several wight snow bears suddenly emerged from the gap. Normally, they wouldn't have such agile bodies, but now, after death and being controlled by the magical power of the White Walkers, they possessed even more agility and mobility than usual.
"Bang, bang, bang…"
Although startled by the actions of these Giant Wights, the Night's Watch Crasters operating the catapults in the rear quickly fired specialized dragonglass ice projectiles at the gap.
With the suppression from this wave of attacks, the gap was finally plugged. However, facing the wights who had already found a way to attack, everyone felt a sense of being unable to hold on.
While the camp at the tunnel entrance was filled with gloom, in a certain area atop the Wall, two massive dragon claws suddenly emerged from space.
Following that, the area shattered like glass, as if those two dragon claws had broken through some kind of barrier.
"What is that thing?"
"Watch out…"
"Look, what's that?"
…This sudden scene caused many Night's Watch soldiers patrolling and operating catapults on the Wall to notice the anomaly.
Because in their eyes, a man wearing black armor and a blood-red cloak walked directly out from within.
"Is this the Wall?"
Ignoring the surprised gazes of the people around him, Jon muttered to himself.
"Are you His Majesty Aegon?"
Just then, a cry of surprise came from the crowd.
This cry quickly drew Jon's attention. When Jon looked up, he saw an excited Samwell Tarly.
"Sam!?"
Looking at the scruffy but slightly familiar fat man before him, Jon asked subconsciously.
"Yes, Lord Jon, I am Samwell!"
Hearing Jon's words, Samwell replied excitedly.
"Sam! The enemy has deployed Giant Wights; there's danger!"
Just as Jon wanted to say more to him, a Night's Watch warrior observing from above suddenly shouted.
"His Majesty Aegon…"
Hearing the shout, Samwell intended to go down and help, but his movement was quickly stopped by Jon.
"You stay here! That fellow has arrived. Go notify Daenerys and tell her we can begin that plan!"
After saying this, Jon drew the Valyrian steel sword Blackfyre from his waist. After flourishing the sword toward a position in the north, Jon jumped directly off the Wall in front of the Night's Watch warriors.
"His Majesty Aegon!"
"By the Seven!"
"Ahhh…"
…Jon's action startled everyone, but the Night's Watch soldiers who quickly leaned out to look discovered that Jon had actually plunged Blackfyre into the ice wall, using it as a buffer to descend.
"Crack… crack…"
"Sizzle…"
…During the descent, Blackfyre carved several cracks in the ice, and many ice chips flew out as Jon slid down, as if he were making shaved ice.
While Jon continued to descend, in the distant Haunted Forest, the Night King, the gold-medal javelin thrower of the Game of Thrones world, also looked toward Jon's position.
A slight ripple appeared on his thousand-year-unchanging face; it seemed like a smile, yet also like a simple movement of lifting his head.
With Jon's appearance, the Night King, that terrifying existence who had always remained in the rear, also began to move. He seemed no longer satisfied with controlling everything from behind and decided to set out personally, moving toward Jon's position.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…"
The Night King's movement brought a terrifying blizzard, as if the entire world were trembling at his arrival.
The cold wind howled, and the snowflakes danced wildly, as if cheering for the Night King's arrival.
This blizzard was no ordinary weather phenomenon; it appeared because of the Night King's terrifying power, representing that he was the enemy of all warm-blooded life.
"Crash…"
"Hiss, hiss…"
"Roar, roar…"
…In the places where this fellow passed, from within the thick snow on the ground, wights emerged one after another. Human and various animal wights quickly surrounded the Night King.
It seemed the Night King no longer wanted to play and intended to press forward with his entire army. Of course, it was also possible he wanted to test Jon's strength.
"Boom…"
When he was still over ten meters from the ground, Jon jumped down. Before his incredibly powerful body, this distance was nothing.
Soon, after landing on the icy plains outside the Wall, the wights quickly discovered Jon, a living being radiating heat.
"Clang…"
Watching the approaching wights, Jon quickly raised Blackfyre in his hand. After lightly flicking the blade, Blackfyre let out a crisp ring, as if cheering in anticipation.
Jon stood there, watching the swarm of wights closing in on him, his gaze firm and cold. Blackfyre in his hand seemed to glint with a cold light, as if thirsting for the baptism of battle.
When the first wight rushed at Jon, he swung his sword without hesitation. Blackfyre drew an arc through the air, carrying a sharp whistling wind as it instantly cleaved toward the wight.
"Slash…"
The moment the blade made contact with the wight's body, it produced a crisp sound of metal impact. Jon's strength was powerful and swift; in just an instant, that wight was cleaved in two.
Fragments of the corpse flew out, and foul-smelling blood splattered onto Jon, but he didn't hesitate or feel fear for a moment. At this moment, his body was filled with power, as if a fire were burning within.
With the fall of the first wight, more wights lunged at him, but Jon was not intimidated. Instead, he welcomed the battle with even more excitement.
He brandished Blackfyre, each swing carrying endless power and speed. His swordsmanship was skilled and precise, every strike accurately hitting the wights' vital points.
His body was flexible and agile, dodging the wights' attacks while striking back at them. The wights were as fragile as paper before him; wherever his blade went, it left only mangled corpses.
His swordsmanship was like a gale and torrential rain, each strike carrying lethal force. Jon slaughtered his way through the wight swarm, his figure like a bolt of black lightning weaving through the enemies.
His sword danced, each swing carrying endless power and speed, cutting down one wight after another.
In just a few minutes, his body was covered in the foul blood and shredded flesh of the wights. When he finally stopped, there were no more wights left in this area.
"Are you coming?"
After shaking off the foul blood and ice chips from his body, Jon looked toward a certain figure in the forest.
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