The white mist permeated, and those boundless wights appeared, their eyes glowing with a deep blue light. Driven by this blue light, they had lost most of their memories; some, after a long time, might completely lose all human memories, retaining only a vague impulse to advance and destroy.
Not far outside the town was the vast Haunted Forest, but now, even within the forest, one could see the dense torrent of wights. The wights were endless, tireless!
"Dragonflame!" The dragon group spewed forth flames, a surging tide. The beautiful dragons began to vent their wrath, using dragonflame as their weapon, the fire scorching and terrifying, like a river condensed into substance.
Bright flames exploded, dispelling a bit of the mist, the fire raining down like water, golden, silver, purple-copper, black, red. The dragon group roared, the dragon group was furious.
This ancient, unchanging ice carried a sense of deathly silence and solitude. In fact, the mist was dense now, and deep within it, there might be something they feared and loathed!
These wights feared fire the most. The moment they saw the flames, that instant, they still kept moving forward, but it was all in vain. They were consumed by the fire and quickly disintegrated.
However, there was a big problem: the mist began to thicken again. In the cold winter, ordinary flames simply couldn't withstand this mist. Where the white mist reached, ice sealed and snow drifted.
"Boom!" Fireballs exploded, raining down fire from the sky. Because dragons are also magical creatures, their flames could counter this cold. Many wights near Farwinter were consumed.
"Prince Rhaegar!" "Prince Rhaegar!" The wildlings began to call out.
The giants lifted logs and began to hurl stones into the mist. Their attacks were quite ineffective, as the wights were not afraid of such assaults, and the flames on the logs quickly extinguished in the mist.
"Something's fishy!" Rhaegar saw quite a few Others on the periphery of the wight tide. The Others were elites, seemingly a distinct race!
When the Others saw the dragons unleash their power, they let out sharp howls. Still within the pervasive white mist, the wights began to retreat rhythmically!
"That thing looks like a throne!" Rhaegar saw it in the white mist, several kilometers from Farwinter. A massive throne seemed to have risen. This place was originally a forest, but the wights had now cut down all the trees. The throne was made of blue solid ice, glaring menacingly south. The Others guarded the throne, their figures arranged in different formations. This seemed to be a special symbol or array.
"Let's go, partners!" Rhaegar called to the Silver Emperor, and azure flames covered their entire bodies. Blue flames, blue knights, dragons in blue flames.
The dragon group flew over the endless tide of wights and reached the ice throne. The dragon group pressed forward, scattering exploding flames along the way, and the wight hordes were rapidly dissolved by the fire. The only concern was that the wight army was ceaseless, never-ending.
Rhaegar saw the ice throne, a very conspicuous, massive throne about a dozen meters high. The closer he got to this seat, the more he felt the endless, biting cold, making it hard to resist. This cold could destroy the world, stop the universe.
The throne was made of blue profound ice, pure, stark ice, with only a single blue color and no decorative patterns. This blue reminded him of that strange blue that could resurrect the dead into wights.
However, in the center of this massive seat, there was also a bizarre array formed from human limbs and dismembered bodies. Human bodies were the core of this array, and a faint blue light operated within this magic circle. The Others guarded the throne, their faces gaunt and pale, their eyes like azure stars.
"Is this a teleportation array?" Rhaegar was startled. It seemed this massive throne was prepared for the Night King, who would awaken in the more distant Land of Always Winter and then enter this throne.
"Dragonflame!" Rhaegar no longer hesitated, and the dragon group began to breathe fire. They needed to act decisively, to destroy this massive throne, which held a teleportation array, before the ghost appeared.
The surging fireballs shot forward, aiming to utterly crush this throne. But a chill, a faint blue mist, still emanated from the ice. The blue mist slowly, inch by inch, consumed the flames, engaging in a life-and-death struggle with them. The magic of the god of cold was truly formidable.
"You cannot, cannot stop our master's awakening!" The Others let out sharp, piercing screams. This sound could affect one's mind, making time stand still. They had gained eternal life through the ages, perhaps at the cost of being these dangerous, neither-human-nor-ghost creatures.
"Arrows!" Rhaegar raised his dragonbow, and obsidian arrows rained down; he was now supremely invincible. Several arrows took care of many enemies, and the Others melted into water, but there were simply too many Others here. The most powerful Others still had some resistance.
"My lord will surely come!" An Other turned into water, its bones dissolving. Before death, the Other let out a wail.
The blue throne remained motionless, the array still active. In fact, the array began to emit a cold glow, and the blue mist condensed into a spear, which was hurled towards Rhaegar.
Wherever the profound ice blue spear passed, time gradually slowed, and one couldn't even move in such cold, only quietly waiting for the spear to arrive. Rhaegar saw the exact same effect; the Faceless Men were also like this.
"True Dragon!" Rhaegar roared, and flames surged around him, engulfing his entire body, preventing him from being affected by the cold magic.
Azure flames also began to emanate from the True Dragon greatsword, severing the cold with a single stroke. The profound ice blue spear collided with the Dragon King's fire, and the flames consumed it again; in the end, the spear disintegrated little by little. But the blue mist grew denser, and in the very center of the throne, the array condensed several more spears, hurling them towards Rhaegar.
"This is no place to linger!" Rhaegar summoned the dragons, and fireballs continued to bombard. There were many Others, and the terrible throne still stood. Dragonflame bombs and spears exploded together, and Rhaegar seized the opportunity to fly back to Farwinter!
The reinforcements they had been waiting for had also arrived: the House Stark people, and many lords of the North. When the flames of war arrived, even though they rode fast horses north, galloping through heavy snow and bitter cold, their speed was greatly hindered. It was still not as fast as a magic dragon flying.
"Bring Craster here!" Rhaegar had no time to explain, first demanding Craster's presence. This man had sacrificed many children to the Others.
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