Chapitre 393: Chapter 393: The Retreat of the White Walkers
"Hmm?"
The dragon rider perched on the dragon's back sensed danger immediately.
He saw the Night King's icy spear being thrown, his clear eyes slightly narrowed, gripping the Sword of the Stars tightly.
"Balerion." Viserys uttered softly.
"Roar—"
The dragon let out a low growl, slightly lowering its altitude, but it was still unable to dodge the spear thrown by the Night King.
The icy spear tore through the air with a piercing whistle, flying straight towards the dragon rider through the white snowstorm.
The Night King wanted to kill this dragon rider who posed a threat to him.
Viserys, seeing that he couldn't dodge, his eyes flickered with a faint purple light, and a complex magic circle appeared in his pupils.
"Eye of the Moment—"
Then he gently tilted his head, swinging the Sword of Dusk to strike the icy spear.
Boom—
A loud noise erupted in the air.
This was the first round of confrontation between the Night King and the Dragon King. The icy spear suddenly exploded into countless shards of ice, scattering on the ground.
"May the Seven Gods bless Prince Viserys!"
The soldiers and nobles of the Seven Kingdoms who had rushed up from afar saw the scene of the dragon rider and the Night King's confrontation. Their hearts were in their throats, and some even began to pray silently.
The dragon rider was the last glory and hope of mankind, holding up the high-end combat power of the allied forces.
If Viserys were to be killed here, the hope that humanity had just surged would once again fall into the abyss.
The Night King had nearly killed the Warden of the North and the King of the Seven Kingdoms with this move. Many soldiers had witnessed the power of the Night King's spear, which was as powerful as a giant crossbow and extremely accurate, directly blowing up the snow shed on the Wall.
"My God!"
"This—"
However, when they saw the icy spear shattered by Viserys's sword and exploded in mid-air, they all let out exclamations of surprise, some even gaped in shock.
They hadn't expected Viserys to be able to shatter the spear thrown by the Night King with a single sword strike.
As the dragon rider facing the Night King directly, Viserys sat on the dragon's back, tightening the belt around his body. The howling wind was in his ears, holding Dusk in his hand, and one hand tightly gripping the saddle ring on the dragon's back.
He bore all the pressure from the Night King.
"Roar—"
Then the dragon's wings violently vibrated, letting out a deafening roar. It flew low and then quickly rose in altitude, weaving through the white snowstorm.
Whoosh~
Whoosh~
The wild wind howled in his ears.
"To defeat the White Walkers, the Night King must be killed."
Viserys sat on the dragon's back, his gaze piercing through the snowstorm as he looked down, gripping Dusk tightly in his hand.
"Kill him."
And on the ground below.
The Night King was still holding the reins of his skeletal horse with one hand. Seeing his attack blocked by the opponent, he didn't even frown.
Because in his view, this was a matter of course.
This dragon rider, like him, was a special existence between gods and mortals, but this range was vast.
Then.
The Night King drew an ancient stone sword from his back. The surface of the stone sword was covered with frost. This was the first time he had drawn this sword from his back.
He had two swords, one was the transparent ice sword used by all White Walkers, and the other was this stone sword on his back.
He looked up at the white sky, the snowstorm still raging. His eyes flickered with icy blue flames, searching for the trace of the dragon.
And at this moment.
"Roar—"
A dragon roar suddenly came from above his head. The Night King quickly turned his head, and what he saw was a sky full of dragon fire pouring down from the sky.
"Dragon fire."
Viserys tightened his grip on the saddle ring, giving Balerion the command.
Rumble—
The dragon roared, spewing dragon fire. The red pillar of fire fell from the sky and struck the ground fiercely. Several ancestors of the Stark family were affected and swallowed by the surging dragon fire. The light of the dragon fire was dazzling and could be seen from a distance.
And the other White Walkers seemed to feel the threat as well. This time they didn't stupidly stand in place, but controlled their skeletal horses to flee to the distance.
The wind and snow howled in Viserys's ears, but not much snow fell on him because Balerion's body temperature was very high and all the snowflakes that fell on the dragon were melted.
"Can he be killed?"
The young dragon rider stared intently at the center of the dragon fire bombardment below, clenching his fist involuntarily.
He was unsure whether dragon fire could kill the Night King.
Then Balerion exhaled all its dragon fire in one breath, and then its wings vibrated and its huge body rose in altitude. The Black Dread once again hovered in the sky.
And below.
The center of the dragon fire, which was as bright as a small sun, was slowly extinguishing due to the lack of fuel.
Viserys's gaze pierced through the snowstorm and looked down. Several ancestors of the Stark family, including their skeletal horses, had disappeared under the dragon fire.
And to his disappointment, after the fire slowly extinguished, the Night King, who was at the center of the dragon fire bombardment, was not burned to death.
The Night King was kneeling on the scorched ground, looking somewhat embarrassed. He held the ancient and mysterious stone sword in one hand, blocking it in front of him.
It seemed that this stone sword played a huge role in resisting the dragon fire. The Night King himself was unscathed, but the skeletal horse under him had been melted by the dragon fire.
Then, feeling the surrounding fire extinguishing, the Night King finally looked up at the black dragon hovering in the sky. The flames in his eyes flickered, and he slowly stood up from the ground.
"Roar—"
The huge figure of the dragon moved through the snowstorm, letting out a dragon roar.
At this moment, the battlefield was filled with smoke. The white snowstorm and smoke intertwined, and the sky was gradually turning white.
Dawn was coming.
The other White Walkers seemed to ignore the death of their three kind. At this moment, all their attention was focused on the Night King.
And the Night King hesitated for a moment, then holding the stone sword, he let out a roar like ice cracking.
On the battlefield ahead.
The massive number of wights seemed to have heard the Night King's command, and then, like the sea receding, they slowly retreated.
The sea receded, leaving a mess all over the ground.
Countless soldiers and nobles of the allied forces who had been fighting in the front saw the White Walkers finally retreating. They were so exhausted that they couldn't even cheer.
Then they couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground. Some fell into a deep sleep, while others, due to severe injuries, never woke up again after falling.
A night of fierce battle passed, and the day finally dawned.
The human alliance had successfully repelled a round of attacks from the White Walkers for the first time since the war against the White Walkers began.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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Power Stone 
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