Chương 141: Chapter 141

ORELL POV

Orell was walking behind one of the grunts brought to the True North by the man chosen by the old gods and reminiscing about the past in which he used to live the harsh life of a Free Folk.

That was when it happened.

The dozens of Ravens leading them through the silent forest suddenly scattered and flew away. A closer glace at the Ravens that were flying away told him that their minds were free. Which meant that whichever warg had been using them for the past few days had just lost his connection with them.

This was not normal. A warg doesn't just lose connection with his bonded animal or bird. In fact. He has never heard of such a thing happening at all.

If the body of the warg dies when he's inside his animals then his mind is left inside those animals. The animals don't just become free and fly away.

He had never ever heard of the thing that was happening in front of him.

And that scared him.

But before he could say anything to the Chosen one, the snow underneath him shifted and a skeletal hand sprouted out of it.

His heart leaped in fear at the sight. And then the fear doubled as the air around him turned colder and more and more hands erupted out of the snow. After the hands came the head, then the torso and soon enough and the dead began to rise from the snow.

"FORM A CIRCLE!" he heard Varko shout behind him and turned around to see that the men were already forming a circle to defend themselves again the growing horde of dead surrounding them.

He scrambled to get in on the circle when the hand jutting out of the snowy ground caught his leg, making him fall to the ground.

He looked up and his heart fell as he saw the Wights rising from the ground were already running to surround him.

He scrambled to his feet but it was too late.

The first wight, a spearwoman with blue eyes and only half a face jumped at his face, making him fall to the ground under her weight, a little dazed while she tried to bite at his face.

He closed his eyes in fear, fearing the worst but realized that nothing was happening when the pain never came.

He opened his eyes a fraction and noticed that the woman was still on his face but the helmet that the Chosen One had warned him from taking off had saved his life. She could not chew through it.

He quickly pushed her off but more of them came for him. This time he knew the capabilities of his armor and was less afraid.

That didn't change a thing when all of them piled up on him and tried to stab, kick, punch and bite him to death.

They weren't able to hurt him through the armor but the mountain of bodies did feel suffocating.

As the bodies around him became tighter and tighter, he remembered a Dragonglass dagger that he had been given before the start of this secret expedition. He forgot about it simply because so far he had never before used it once in live combat situation.

He took it out with some difficulty and stabbed the first Wight on top of him who was trying to chew on his groin. Something that was making him very uncomfortable.

The Wight disintegrated to pieces as soon as the dagger found home. It did not even struck something important but one of the many ribs jutting out of it's side.

It was as if the dagger broke whatever enchantments had been holding the Wight together.

It gave him a lot of confidence considering that he was still stuck in between a great pile of bodies that was still increasing.

For a moment he wondered how many Wights were there and if he'll have to fight an army once he was out of this pile.

It didn't matter to him.

He next slashed at the wight above him. The arc of the blade found purchase in three and all three of them crumbled in piles of bones and meat.

The sight gave him another confidence boost and he shouted back at the wights trying to eat his face.

"Fuck you motherfuckers."

The next few moments were filled with action. As he stabbed more wights he got more space to move his arm and his blade, allowing him to kill more of them and turn them into mush.

By the end of the minute, he had come out of the great pile of bodies when there was a flash of light and a bright light consumed the world around him.

He killed the wight trying to bite his shoulder armor and peeked outside the pile of dead bodies.

And saw a great pillar of flame controlled by the Chosen One and destroying hundreds of wights per second. And he realized with another pang of fear that the hill they had come to stand upon was filled with wights.

When did so many of them surround them?

The confidence he had gained shattered and he quickly ran toward where the main group was standing behind the Chosen One.

He made sure to rise his hands up ahead to not be mistaken for a Wight and the scorching flame of pillar passed over his head, not affecting him in the slightest.

"Hey!" he shouted amongst the screeching death throes of the Wights.

Varko saw him and gestured him to come to them quickly.

"Good to see you alive." Varko said in his no nonsense tone and pushed him inside the circle they had formed, allowing him to recover even as he came face to face with a few wights in front of him.

He quickly took out his dagger and was about to stab at it when he noticed the tree roots binding the three Wights in their place.

With some embarrassment, he remembered that this was the main reason why they came here in the first place. To capture the Wights so that they have proof of the return of the White Walkers.

He was brought out of his thoughts when there was a sudden chill in the air.

The fact that he was even able to fill it through the armor when he was easily able to cross a half frozen stream without feeling anything at all was disconcerting.

"What is going on." He asked one of the man who simply moved aside and allowed him to look outside the circle of bodies.

He did and noticed that the circle of fire that the Chosen one had created around them had dimmed in intensity and was flickering with the wind. As if a candle about to go off any moment.

The pillar of fire coming out of the Chosen One's hands also dimmed in intensity for a moment before the chosen on lowered his hand and allowed the fire to die away, panting from the effort.

Then there was silence for a moment. A silence that was broken as hundreds of feet suddenly started moving in their direction and he realized that even if the Chosen One had already killed hundreds of Wights with the fire, there were still hundreds more remaining.

That was when he saw it.