Capítulo 388: Chapter 388: The Great Explosion
All the stockpiled wildfire in Karhold was ignited, creating a towering inferno that halted the advance of the army of the dead.
The soldiers of the Seven Kingdoms' allied forces were in a chaotic retreat, while behind the army of the dead...
Hundreds of skeletal horses stood quietly, with mammoths, direwolves, and other mounts carrying White Walkers, each wearing an indifferent expression and clad in icy armor.
In stark contrast to the distant battlefield's clamor, it was eerily quiet here. So silent that one could hear a pin drop. There wasn't even the sound of breathing, only the howling of the wind and snow.
The Neck, located at the southernmost point of the North, rarely experienced blizzards of this scale. However, with the Night King's arrival, cold and death came swiftly.
The number of White Walkers had multiplied several times since the Night King first emerged from the mountains. Most of them were the ancestors of the Stark family, countless generations of Kings in the North and Wardens of the North. Some were successfully transformed, while others failed.
Their bodies were reduced to skeletal frames, or even a handful of yellow soil. Yet, under the Night King's magic, they were revived, pulling out the long swords from the stone statues in front of their graves, emitting roars like the cracking of ice.
The Night King seemed to have a particular fondness for the Stark family, or perhaps there was something special about the ancient Stark bloodline. From the first time he saw Ned, the Night King wanted to kill him personally, and all the newly born White Walkers were from the Stark family.
The bloodline of the Stark family was like a beacon in the night, constantly guiding the Night King's direction.
In this silent realm, only the howling of the wind and snow could be heard.
Then, the Night King drew the icy sword from his waist, emitting a sound like the cracking of ice, and led his skeletal horse slowly towards Karhold, which was ablaze with roaring fire.
"Roar——"
The wights feared fire, and the great fire of Karhold blocked the advance of countless wights. However, when the Night King led the many White Walkers into the army of the dead, all the wights closed their mouths and stopped their ear-piercing roars, even actively making way.
Step, step
The clear sound of the skeletal horse's hooves, the crackling of the burning fire.
The army of the dead, which was just noisy and chaotic, fell silent as if under a strict order. All the wights were watching the figure of the Night King until he came to the front of the roaring fire and gently pulled the reins.
The Night King, wearing an icy crown, had icy blue flames flickering in his eyes. He stared at the fire in front of him without saying a word, then raised his hand and pressed it down gently.
Crack, crack, crack——
A layer of white ice quickly condensed from the ground beneath the Night King, spreading rapidly towards the nearby fire.
Whoosh~
The raging fire that was just surging met this thin layer of ice and extinguished instantly after a few tremors. Then the ice continued to spread, and before long, a path of ice was carved out in the sea of fire, leading directly to the causeway behind Karhold.
However, the Night King looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes still indifferent. The flames in his eye sockets were steady, and then he urged his skeletal horse to step onto this icy road carved out in the sea of fire.
The hundreds of White Walkers following the Night King, including the ancestors of the Stark family, were all silent, their faces cold, urging their skeletal warhorses to follow the Night King onto this icy road.
The Night King walked in front, the White Walkers followed behind him, and countless wights silently followed the steps of the White Walkers, stepping onto the icy road, a dark mass converging and passing through the fire of Karhold.
As he walked past the fire of Karhold, the Night King looked down at the ground beneath his feet. He sensed that there seemed to be a living person surviving in the cellar beneath the ground.
However, a mere living person was not worth his personal effort. Then the Night King raised his head again, continuing to move forward at a leisurely pace.
His steps were slow, but with each step forward, the snow moved forward with him, and the warm wind from the south retreated a step.
It wasn't that the Night King deliberately let the soldiers of the alliance escape, or didn't understand the concept of pursuing victory. Instead, in a realm that mortals could neither see nor touch, this was a contest between light and dark, warmth and cold.
No one knew the terrifying pressure the Night King had to bear with each step forward.
Therefore, his steps were extremely slow, looking unhurried. The army of the dead had to wait until the cold completely enveloped the North, driving away all warmth before they could continue to move forward.
However, this gave the soldiers of the alliance a chance to escape.
The Night King's steps continued forward, and the army of the dead silently followed behind him, continuously passing through the fire of Karhold.
And in the distance...
The leaders of the Seven Kingdoms, King Robert Baratheon, and many dukes were running at the front. However, they all looked tense at the moment, whispering to each other, and frequently looking back as if they were afraid that the White Walkers would suddenly catch up.
But in fact, they were anticipating something. This was a plan that the alliance had been plotting for a long time. They had been waiting until Karhold fell, not wanting to alert the White Walkers, hoping to catch them off guard.
The leaders of the Seven Kingdoms had already seen that the Night King was the key to defeating the army of the dead. Only by killing him could they truly defeat the White Walkers. Therefore, all their preparations were for killing the Night King.
Tywin Lannister, the Warden of the West, was also in the retreat sequence. Unlike the king and the dukes, Tywin rode on horseback without looking back even once.
He just held the reins and said nothing, silently moving forward.
No one asked Tywin about Tyrion's whereabouts. Perhaps in any situation, a pitiful dwarf does not receive anyone's concern.
Did Tyrion fail to retreat in time and die on the battlefield?
Who cares? Perhaps he was too small to get on the carriage.
In the distance...
The Night King's hooves finally stepped onto the spacious causeway. The thick mud on both sides of the causeway was covered with a thin layer of ice. The Kings in the North, riding their skeletal horses, silently stepped onto the muddy Neck, but they did not sink, instead, they moved as if on flat ground. The steps of the wights also followed up continuously.
And below the causeway...
A few soldiers of the alliance, who had resigned themselves to death, looked at the densely packed green jars around them, exchanged glances, then lit a torch and smashed a green jar.
In an instant, an earthquake erupted.
Boom——
The green flames that shot into the sky illuminated the entire sky, and the huge rumbling sound made the earth tremble.
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