Chapter 673 Blackfire Slays the White Walkers
The Wall, the Haunted Forest.
Heavy snow fell, covering the forested land.
Boom——
A giant beast moved slowly forward, its footsteps shaking the ground and shaking off the snow on the treetops.
Rhaegar wrapped himself tightly in a black robe, riding a hairy mammoth across a frozen riverbank.
Occasionally there was a strong wind, and the snowflakes were like needles piercing his face.
"We should ride the dragon."
A small voice came, with uncertainty and uneasiness.
The Child of the Forest poked out a brown-green head with a pair of big ears and hid in the basket hanging on the side of the mammoth.
Rhaegar looked ahead and said cautiously: "Dragons will attract the White Walkers, and we must try not to cause unrest."
As he spoke, he raised his head secretly.
A black ribbon covered his eyes, adding a bit of interest to his cold face.
Through the black of the ribbon, even the heavy clouds in the sky were dim.
The Son of the Forest whispered, "There are many heart trees outside the Great Wall, but the real heart tree is farther away."
She only cares about whether she can find the heart tree and her people and bring them to the Green Prophet.
Speaking of which, the strangeness of the White Walker's resurrection.
According to the calculations of successive Green Prophets, it will take hundreds of years for the White Walker to wake up.
Until twenty years ago, a red comet stimulated the magic tide.
The White Walkers gradually crawled out of the frozen soil underground, bringing cold and darkness to the world.
But the prince predicted, the prince born from ice and fire, did not appear on the continent.
The only trustworthy human at present is the king who rides the dragon in front of him.
The dragon is blood and fire, and I don't know if it will work.
Click, click!
The mammoth stepped across the frozen river, and its four pillar-like hooves broke the half-broken tree trunks and approached the Fist of the First Men.
"Big guy, slow down."
Rhaegar's ears moved slightly, and he quickly grabbed the reins of the mammoth.
A faint rustling sound...
No birds flew in the forest, and it was as quiet as a dead place, but suddenly there was a noisy noise.
The mammoth shook its nose and retreated back somewhat uneasily.
In its clear eyes, the instinctive fear of the creature flashed.
Rhaegar listened attentively, and his heart beat faster for no reason.
"Go!"
The Son of the Forest jumped out of the basket, screaming and pushing the mammoth's big head.
The mammoth was immediately frightened, roared and turned around and ran.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
As soon as the giant turned around, bone arrows flew densely.
In an instant, they penetrated the spears and thick skin and pierced into the flesh of the giant.
The mammoth roared in pain and fell to the ground involuntarily.
Rhaegar quickly turned over, grabbed the Son of the Forest and jumped off the elephant's back, rolling in the snow.
"The White Walkers are coming."
The Son of the Forest looked nervous and shouted anxiously.
Rega's eardrums were hurt by the shock, and he stood up and pulled out the black fire from his waist.
The next moment.
The snow in the forest fell down, and the large-scale tremor shook his feet.
"Hiss..."
Dozens of livid figures rushed out of the snow and rushed towards this side with hoarse roars.
One by one, their joints were twisted, and only skin and bones were left, just like frozen dead people.
Rega's pupils suddenly shrank, and a layer of fine sweat oozed out of his palms.
It was a bit hasty to fight against the dead for the first time.
While he was hesitating, more dead people came out of the woods, as if they had broken into their nest.
"Go, we can't beat them."
The son of the forest was panicked, and his thin little hands were rummaging in his torn pockets.
That was a large army of dead people, how could two people fight?
Puff!
Rega said nothing and swung his sword to chop off the head of a dead person.
A magical scene happened. The dead man whose head fell off immediately stiffened and fell straight to the ground and died.
The description was very weird, and the reality was even weirder.
The dead man died again, and was trampled into slag by other dead people who were not dead.
"Hiss..."
More dead people rushed over, with hideous mouths.
Rhaegar realized something and swung the black fire into a full moon, instantly cutting off the heads of all the dead people around.
Puff!
The black fire burst into flames and lingered on his palm.
Rhaegar glanced at it, and his mouth curled up slightly.
The Children of the Forest were right. Black fire did have the ability to kill "dead people".
Or...
"It's the effect of Valyrian steel."
Rhaegar's thoughts were fast, and he thought of the key to the problem.
"There are too many dead people. We have to find a safe place."
The Children of the Forest were extremely anxious and took out two newly made glass bottles and threw them out.
Boom! Boom!
As soon as the special glass bottle was thrown out, it immediately exploded into green wildfire.
The wildfire sprinkled on the army of dead people and spread to a small area.
"Wait, protect yourself."
Rhaegar looked serious, while slashing at the vulnerable dead, he observed the surrounding movements.
This time he walked out of the Great Wall, intending to see the White Walkers.
Encountering such a large-scale army of dead people, there must be White Walkers behind them.
Besides, Robb and his men have not found it yet, and the heart tree and green prophet mentioned by the children of the forest are also mysteries.
"Roar..."
The dead gathered more and more, blocking the forest.
It seemed that they didn't want anyone to escape.
"Sure enough, they are wise, not all idiots."
Rhaegar leaned against the mammoth that had climbed up, facing the three dead people and waving his sword.
"Whoa~~"
Suddenly, the hoarse neigh of horses came from the dark corner.
Rhaegar's heart trembled, and he turned his eyes to explore.
Tap tap tap...
The rotten warhorse trampled the dirty snow, and walked out swayingly, with half of its neck showing white bones.
A pale-skinned monster with a hideous face like a ghost sat on the horse, holding an ice crystal spear.
Sensing Rhaegar's eyes, the monster turned its head slightly.
A pair of ice-blue eyes were like bright stars, staring at him without emotion.
"White Walker."
The Son of the Forest was tense and took out more glass bottles from his torn pocket.
The pumpkin bomb was taken away, so he could only use inferior goods to defend himself.
"Haha, he finally showed up."
Rhaegar grinned and casually drew a sword flower.
He kicked the dead skeleton that rushed forward with a bang, and his strong body moved forward like a wall.
The true form of the Dragonborn was naturally revealed, and black fire swirled around his body.
What he was waiting for was the White Walker, and he finally showed up.
Dongdong!
The White Walker had no expression on his face. He pulled the reins to make the rotten warhorse jump high and stomped the ground heavily with his hooves.
The sound was like drumbeats, calling on the army of the dead under his command.
"Roar..."
The army of the dead roared continuously and consciously made way.
Rhaegar glanced back and forth, not surprised.
The scene of the White Walker he saw in his dream was also controlling the army of the dead in this way.
"Hiss!!"
The White Walker opened his mouth and made a sound for the first time.
It was thick and low, with a strange penetrating power.
The army of the dead shook their bodies and slowly surrounded the Children of the Forest and the mammoth.
It was very interesting. It wanted to fight Rhaegar one-on-one, but it had to clear the field.
The Children of the Forest were horrified and climbed up the back of the mammoth along the trunk, looking fiercely at the army of the dead.
Rhaegar walked towards the White Walker step by step, ignoring what was happening behind him.
Boom! Boom!
Glass bottles were thrown out in succession, and wildfires covered a large area.
The army of the dead was not afraid of pain, carrying wildfires and advancing one after another, and their already ugly appearance became even more hideous.
The Children of the Forest were anxious, and their green eyes kept glancing at Rhaegar.
It was unknown whether the other party could kill the White Walker, but she would definitely be torn to pieces by the dead.
Boom--
Suddenly, a gust of wind whistled past, and the thick dark clouds in the sky rolled and fluttered.
In the weak part of the cloud layer, a hint of black could be vaguely seen.
"Hiss--"
The dragon roar, as loud as thunder, spread throughout the fields, and the dark clouds in the whole sky shook with it.
The White Walker slowly raised his head, and a hint of surprise flashed across his ice-blue eyes.
Boom--
A black dragon as black as carbon broke through the clouds, and the ferocious dragon head was like a black iron city gate, opening its huge mouth of the abyss.
The pungent smell of ash spread, and the sticky dark green dragon flame gushed out.
Crash...
Dragon flames fell from the sky, sweeping across the battlefield like a pillar of fire. Wherever they went, the army of dead people were the first to suffer a strong impact, and their broken bodies were shattered into pieces.
"Hiss--"
The glutton raised his head and howled, dived down from the high clouds, and swooped down to spit dragon flames.
In an instant, the battlefield was divided into several pieces.
The army of dead people had no power to fight back, and the green dragon flame lost its activity, turning into real corpses and being cremated.
"It's your turn, ugly white toad."
Rhaegar pointed his sword at the White Walker and taunted softly.
You can't get a tiger cub without risking it.
Finally, the White Walker was fished out.
Bang!
Facing Rhaegar's provocation, the White Walker jumped off the horse flexibly, and his tall body was full of oppression.
"Hiss~~"
The White Walker roared like a protest, holding an ice crystal spear and angrily fighting.
Being played by humans made it feel humiliated.
The White Walker took the lead, swinging his ice crystal spear stiffly and smashing it on Rhaegar's head.
Clang!
The family sword Blackfire blocked the top of his head and withstood the powerful blow.
Rhaegar held the sword with both hands, and the huge force caused his knees to bend, and he almost failed to block it.
"The dead are so strong."
His eyes were quite surprised, and he drew his sword and slashed sideways.
The White Walker jumped back suddenly, holding out the ice crystal spear to resist, and a little ice slag splashed out.
After a round, both sides were surprised.
Rhaegar twisted his wrist, and his knuckles were red and swollen.
The opponent was very strong, comparable to a giant seven or eight meters tall.
The White Walker bowed his head silently, and his pale big hand stroked the ice crystal spear, and his ice-blue eyes showed solemnity.
The weapon in his hand was a gift from the God of Cold, and it was specially used to break ordinary weapons.
Being able to block the erosion of ice means that the opponent's weapon also has magic.
The White Walker looked at it silently, and when he saw the ripples on the black sword, his slow brain gradually figured it out.
Swish!
A black light flashed and chopped the White Walker's head.
Rhaegar's smile did not diminish, and his attack was fast and fierce.
Clang!
The White Walker quickly retreated, his two slender legs took a bow step, and used the ice crystal spear to block the sword.
Under the blow, the recoil force made both sides' palms numb.
Rhaegar did not retreat but advanced, and his eyes became subtle.
From the previous two rounds, the opponent's details have been figured out.
The White Walker's strength is amazing, and his reaction speed is also extraordinary.
With his inhuman physical fitness alone, he can crush most of the top knights.
However, he has strength but no skills.
Under that strong pale body, his fighting skills are as crude as a child.
The White Walker waved the ice crystal spear, and his ice-blue eyes revealed emotions for the second time.
It was a surprise that was caught off guard.
Clang!
Rhaegar swung his sword lightly, and Blackfire chopped the ice spear, making a small dent.
The White Walkers retreated again and again, and each counterattack carried a huge force, tearing through the cold wind.
"You lose, ugly toad."
Rhaegar sneered and stepped closer.
Blackfire slashed at the ice crystal spear with a clang, sliding down the frost-covered spear shaft and cutting the pale hand of the White Walker.
The White Walker had no time to dodge and opened his hands to throw away his weapon.
His slow brain subconsciously fought back and raised his big foot to kick forward.
Rhaegar did not dodge or evade, but stabbed down with the tip of his sword.
The White Walker froze and hastily retracted his kick, and his body fell backward uncontrollably.
In just a few seconds, his fatal weakness was exposed.
"Are you afraid of Valyrian steel swords?"
Rhaegar's eyes lit up, and he didn't expect there would be an unexpected surprise.
Swish!
Blackfire slashed again, heading straight for the wrinkled and pale neck.
The White Walker widened his eyes and stretched out his palm to stop him.
Puff——
The sword cut through the pale hand, and the air around him instantly stopped.
The White Walker opened his mouth, unable to even roar, and turned into powder like foam.
A cold wind blew, and the pale powder was blown away by the wind.
Rhaegar was stunned in place, and he didn't come back to his senses for a while.
Crash...
At the same time, the bodies of thousands of dead people shook, and all turned into powder and scattered.
"Hiss--"
The Glutton's pale green vertical pupils flashed a trace of suspicion, and he landed on the ground tentatively, scratching the dark green dragon flame that fell on the snow with his hind feet.
The dead wrapped in the dragon flame had already been shattered, leaving only the remaining burnt smell.
"We won!"
The Children of the Forest were overjoyed and hurried to Rhaegar: "The White Walker can be killed, and the army of dead people controlled by the White Walker will also die with the White Walker."
Rhaegar couldn't help but smile, and turned his hand to sheath the sword.
The White Walker is so fragile?
In front of the Valyrian steel sword, it is like a paper tiger.
"No wonder Valyrian steel swords are so precious, they are worth the money."
Rhaegar patted the black fire on his waist and turned to the glutton who was sniffing around.
There are still several Valyrian steel swords in the family.
With the dragon and the dragon crystal weapons mined from Dragonstone, the threat of the White Walkers has been greatly reduced.
"Not as strong as imagined, more like some kind of curse."
Rhaegar secretly complained.
"Where are we going?"
The Children of the Forest ran and stumbled to catch up, and said actively: "We have to find the Green Prophet and ask for ways to fight the White Walkers."
The tribe also lived near the heart tree, and it was necessary to migrate as a whole.
"Don't worry, find someone first."
Rhaegar turned a deaf ear and climbed onto the dragon's back.
Seeing the weaknesses of the White Walkers, he ignited great confidence in this battle between the living and the dead.
The Children of the Forest and the witch Queluz's words, an ambiguous answer emerged in his mind.
If the Green Prophet is really a wise man, he should take the initiative to find him, instead of waiting for him to find him.
Asshai is located in the Land of Shadows, which is rich in wizards and evil witchcraft.
Maybe there is some kind of existence that can fight against the White Walkers and kill the Night King.
"Hiss——"
The Glutton shook his body, and his dragon head was facing the towering mountains in the north.
The Fist of the First Men, where Robb and others might be hiding.
...
"Go, my little crow."
At the Fist of the First Men, a group of wildlings climbed the mountain in a row, tying up several people in armor.
"Let us go, the White Walkers are really coming."
Rob was extremely anxious and struggled hard against the hemp rope that tightened his arms.
"Don't worry, we know the existence of the White Walkers."
A red-nosed wildling grinned and slapped Robb's side face with his dirty and smelly big hands.
It was not easy to catch a few crows, how could they be let go easily.
Rare hostages.
"Where are you taking us? How about going to the Wall?"
Rob dodged the big hand and persuaded: "The king persuaded the northerners to agree to let the free people into the Wall to fight against the invasion of the white walkers together."
"No way, the free people don't trust anyone."
The cold-faced man who led the group looked down on them and said arrogantly: "When we find the Horn of Winter and awaken the giants sleeping underground, the high wall will no longer be able to stop us."
"That's right, that's right..."
Dozens of wildlings echoed in unison, all full of longing for the so-called "Horn of Winter".
When the horn was blown, the Wall collapsed.
The free people will eventually rule the North and take back everything their ancestors lost.
Rob was puzzled and didn't understand what the Horn of Winter and the giants sleeping underground were.
The giant companions were all lost.
They were absorbed by this group of free people and detained in the tribe.
They were forced to follow to the Fist of the First Men just to find a legendary horn.
