章節 143: Chapter 143
Domeric knew that one of his men had died as soon as there was ding! sound in his helmet.
The wights only carried medieval weapon which were incapable of cutting through his magical armor. Which meant that the White Walker had joined the battlefield and personally done the deed.
Hot fury bubbled inside his heart as he thought of Ygritte, Varko and Baka and how it was possible that one of them had died at the hands of the powerful Necromancer.
Then he calmed himself with the help of Occlumency as blind rage would be of no help to him right now.
For now, he needed to remove the Wights from around him and then regroup with his team and then kill the Icy bastard.
"Protego." He said after he took out another wand from his bottomless bag.
A white shimmering weak bubble formed around him at 10 times the usual cost as even the distorted magic around him sought to undo any spell he tried to perform.
But even so, it gave him a breathing space and some time to observe the battle field.
Most of the men were still around where they had started. Killing any wight that got near them with ease as the magical armor and Valyrian sword/Dragonglass dagger proved to be a successful counter against the wights.
But some of them had moved away from their initial position during the battle.
One of them being Baka who was furthest away from the group and swiping her great Valyrian sword around herself and killing half a dozen wights with each swipe of her blade.
Then with a start, he realized that the White walker was moving toward her.
No.
He won't allow the cold fucker to kill the girl he had come to see as his younger sister.
With a quick swipe of his hand, he took out a ball from his bottomless bag and used a magical spell to repel the Wights around him, destroying his shield in the process.
Then he threw the ball in between the White Walker and Baka.
The ball fell to the ground and burst in green flames.
The White Walker halted in place and gazed at the flames that faltered in their intensity but didn���t die down.
He took out another few balls and threw them between Baka and the White Walker before the Wights fell upon him once again.
He killed any that got near him with ease, not feeling any sense of accomplishment as he knew that Baka might still be in danger.
But as the cold around him rose and the magic in the air distorted even more, he realized that the White Walker had changed it's target.
After killing another few Wights, he found a blade coming toward him and dodged it with ease.
So close, the White Walker was like a beacon of magic in front of him. Far more powerful in it's own element of cold and death than even he ever was in his past life.
It's sword also radiated cold and death elements in droves.
He only had a single moment to wonder how someone could create something so magically dense.
Because to his magic senses, it felt as if the entire sword was made up of magic and nothing else.
It was blinding.
He gazed at the White Walker and it gazed back at him with apathy.
Then the White Walker moved and the battle began.
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