Chương 331: Chapter 331: Throwing the Spear
Atop the Wall.
The leader of the human alliance, King Robert Baratheon of the Seven Kingdoms, stood in the blinding snowstorm, his eyes bright and piercing, looking down at the endless horde of wights below.
He saw the White Walker leading the horde, riding atop a skeletal horse. This was the leader of all the White Walkers, the commander of the army of the dead, the Night King.
"The Night King..."
"Is that what he's called?"
"Eddard!"
Robert Baratheon, gripping his warhammer, was surrounded by a howling cold wind. The blinding snowstorm made it almost impossible to keep his eyes open. He turned slightly to Eddard Stark, who stood beside him.
The last time, he had used the ancestral Valyrian steel greatsword 'Ice' of House Stark to kill a White Walker. Now, he had returned the divine weapon to Eddard.
"Yes, Your Grace!"
"He must be the Night King!"
The middle-aged man with dark brown hair stood atop the Wall, looking at the White Walker below, who wore a crown of ice. He took a deep breath and spoke loudly.
The snowstorm was so intense that they had to raise their voices to be heard over it. The sight of the endless army of the dead below also put a great psychological pressure on the Duke of Winterfell.
Although he appeared calm on the surface, his palms were already sweating.
In the human world, the leader of the White Walkers is given the title 'Night King'.
Eight thousand years ago, during the Long Night caused by the attack of the White Walkers, the leader of the White Walkers probably didn't even know that he had been given the title 'King of the Night' by humans.
Similarly, thousands of years ago.
After the first attack of the White Walkers ended, the thirteenth commander of the Night's Watch also proclaimed himself the Night King.
There are many theories about his origin, such as the Bolton family, Magnar clan, Umber family, Flint clan of the mountain tribes, Norrey clan, Woodfoot family, and so on.
Of course, there is a more widespread theory that this commander of the Night's Watch came from the Stark family, and the 'King in the North' who later defeated him were brothers.
He proclaimed himself 'Night King', and led the Night's Watch in rebellion, crowning a woman suspected of being a White Walker as his queen.
Although both are called the Night King, there seems to be no necessary connection between the two Night Kings.
But this is a story from ancient times, and no one knows the secrets of that era except the people of that time.
Perhaps the two are the same person, after all, people don't even understand the existence of the White Walkers now.
"Hmph—"
"This bastard, I'll smash his skull myself!" Robert Baratheon grunted.
"Disturbing the rest of the dead is the most unforgivable sin. By the Seven, this damned Night King is controlling so many corpses, why doesn't the impartial Father punish this unrepentant sinner and send him to the seven hells..."
Robert rambled on, probably about why the Seven didn't punish and drive away these demons and ghosts.
But there is an original text in the Seven-Pointed Star.
'Demons, ghosts, or spirits cannot harm those who believe in the Seven. Believers can travel the world with their faith as armor.'
'Human life is like a candle in the wind, which can be extinguished by a gentle breeze. In this world, death is not far from us, and the seven hells await
those unrepentant sinners.'
'All sins will eventually be forgiven, but first, they must be punished.'
Although Robert often mentions 'seven hells' or even more vulgar phrases, he is a devout man. He believes that the Seven will firmly stand by his side and help him defeat these demons and ghosts.
Eddard Stark, listening to his good friend cursing and swearing here, seemed to want to say something several times but stopped himself.
He really wanted to tell Robert that they were now in the North, the territory of the Old Gods, where the Seven had no sway...
And while you believe in the Seven, the White Walkers surely have their own gods.
However, the Warden of the North is a man who adheres to honor and is cautious in his words and deeds.
In the end, he didn't say these words, but just warned Robert.
"Your Grace, we must not blaspheme the gods at this time!"
Down below.
The Night King, riding atop a skeletal horse, looked up at the Wall above his head. His gaze was sharp, and in his hollow eye sockets burned a fierce, icy blue flame.
He saw the two men on the top of the city wall, one wearing a golden crown, and the other with a wolf badge on his chest.
"Hmm?"
The Night King made a sound like the cracking of ice, as if expressing confusion.
He saw the wolf badge on Eddard's chest, which seemed to remind him of something, and his brow, devoid of eyebrows, furrowed slightly.
The Night King's brow furrowed, and the ice mist surrounding him became even denser.
Then he made a cryptic sound and extended a hand.
Another White Walker, riding a skeletal bear, seemed to understand and silently handed an icy spear to the Night King.
Although they were all White Walkers, there was a clear hierarchy among them, distinct from the mindless horde of wights behind them.
There were those who rode ice wolves, those who, like the Night King, rode skeletal horses, and those who rode the corpses of mammoths.
And the Night King was clearly their leader.
The man radiating cold tightly gripped the icy spear handed to him by his subordinate, then turned in a different direction, looking up again at the two men standing atop the Wall.
And Robert and Eddard on the Wall couldn't see clearly...
Did the Night King just take a spear from one of his subordinates?
"What is he trying to do?"
"Is he going to throw it up here?"
Robert Baratheon, holding his warhammer, sounded puzzled.
But at the same time, a bad feeling surged in his heart. After all, the Wall was seven hundred feet high...
But before Robert could finish his sentence.
The next second.
Whoosh—
The Night King looked up at the two men on the Wall, especially Eddard Stark standing next to Robert.
His eyes flickered with blue flames, then he raised his hand and threw the icy spear in his hand.
The spear made a piercing sound that could be heard from a great distance. It tore through the white curtain of snow, flying straight towards Eddard Stark's chest.
Both Robert and Eddard, although they no longer had to personally fight due to their high positions, were excellent warriors in their time and reacted extremely quickly.
"Watch out!"
The faces of the King and the Warden of the North changed.
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