Chapter 495 The First Appearance of the White Walkers

　　Samwell rushed out of the camp, only to find that it had become completely dark outside at some point.

It’s only three o’clock in the afternoon and it’s already evening?

 The wind and snow are still continuing, and they are getting heavier and heavier.

The bonfires in the camp gradually extinguished in the icy wind, and countless pale thick smoke filled the air.

In the darkness, only the whimpering horns and the noisy and chaotic voices were heard.

 The enemy is in the north.

 Samwell makes a judgment.

Just now he almost thought that the night watchman had betrayed him, and while he was leaving the Great Wall, he suddenly launched an attack on the wildlings with evil intentions.

However, the enemy from the north may be even more terrifying.

 “The White Walkers are coming! The White Walkers are coming!”

 “Don’t panic!” shouted Samwell.

He found a guy in the crowd who was wearing black ring armor and a golden hoop engraved with the runes of the ancestors on his arm. He looked like a leader and ordered:

 “Gather our warriors, light the torches, and line up to face the enemy!”

 “Line up?” the savage shouted, “Line up in what line? Beat the motherfucker!”

After saying that, he led a group of spearmen and headed north with a roar.

Samwell immediately gave up the idea of ​​commanding the wildlings in battle. These guys had no discipline at all.

 “Mance!” The tent door opened and Val rushed out, shouting, “Dana is about to give birth!”

Samwell can't care about Mance Rayder's wife at the moment:

 “Giving birth is a woman’s war, and you are her only comrade now. And I have my own battle to fight.”

 After saying that, he no longer paid attention to the shouts of the savage girl behind him, and rushed into the wind and snow.

Police whistles kept coming from all around, loud and sharp.

The wild people ran around in panic, some joined the fighting group, and some fled far away.

Samwell saw a mammoth trampling on a herd of sheep. Several wild women tried to control the elephant and drive the sheep away.

Countless fast-moving figures appeared vaguely in the darkness. They came with the wind and snow, their eyes were blue, and they exuded a frightening aura.

 It’s a ghoul!

 Samwell recognized them immediately.

Compared to the wights summoned by Euron Greyjoy "Crow's Eye" in King's Landing, the wights in front of him move faster and seem more difficult to deal with.

 I don’t know whether it is the cold climate that strengthens them, or the factor of darkness.

  Or both.

And these corpses include not only humans, but also bears, wolves, giant deer, and even a few giant ice spiders three people tall.

Although the savage warriors have no organization and discipline, they fight extremely bravely.

 But what they faced was no ordinary opponent.

A savage with strange patterns on his face howled and thrust his spear into the pale and soft belly of a corpse, straight through the back, but the monster stumbled straight forward along the barrel of the gun, stretching out its black hands. Pinch the savage's eyes out.

 This is not a fair fight.

No matter how tenacious the savages are, they are still driven back by the corpses.

 “Fire!” Samwell warned, “They are afraid of fire!”

 In fact, wights are more afraid of weapons made of Valyrian steel or dragonglass, but savages obviously don't have these things.

 Fortunately they still have fire.

 "Rockets! Fire rockets!" A savage leader woke up and shouted at the archers behind him.

                                    

With the sound of bowstrings, hundreds of rockets were fired into the group of ghouls. The ghoul that was hit by the arrow suddenly let out a weird roar, and its body twitched and twisted. It was obvious that it was seriously injured by the flames.

You must know that even if they were stabbed in the heart before, they could continue to rush forward without any hindrance.

Seeing that the flames had an effect, the savages suddenly became excited.

“Burn it, burn you monsters, burn it!”

They cursed and replaced their swords with torches. Fire was obviously more useful than steel in the battle against the corpses.

 But the current number of bonfires is obviously not enough for the savage warriors to share.

 “Fire! We need more fire!”

A savage leader shouted at the top of his lungs, but the next second, the tent in front of him burst into flames.

Before he could recover, the fire spread through the camp at an extremely fast speed.

 In the blink of an eye, all the tents in the northern part of the camp were on fire.

The churning flames roared like a giant dragon in the ice and snow, and the bright heat emitted blocked the progress of the corpses.

The savages cheered and lit more torches one after another, but many savages also yelled and cursed. It was estimated that the burning tents were their property.

 Samwell's eyes have turned golden. Although he still looks like Mance Rayder, his temperament has completely changed.

However, during the fierce battle, no savages paid attention to his changes.

 “Drive them out of the camp!” the savages shouted, waving their torches.

 Woooooo—

The wind suddenly picked up, and everyone felt a bone-chilling chill spreading from the darkness in the north.

Even the savages who have long been accustomed to the land of eternal winter cannot resist the chill.

The burning fire dragon also dimmed, as if it couldn't bear the coldness.

Samwell felt a strong threat, and his golden pupils instantly condensed into a thin line, staring at the darkness ahead.

Huh-huh-

 A horse walked out of the depths of the wind and snow. Its whole body was covered with a layer of white frost, like frozen sweat, and its dead black intestines were dragged down from its split belly.

 On its back sat a knight as pale as black ice.

His body is as slender as a sword, his posture is as elegant as a noble, his eyes are as blue as the stars in the sky, and his skin is as white as milk. The armor on his body changes color as he moves, like a mirror made of solid ice.

A violent chill radiated from the body of this black ice knight, almost freezing the entire space into ice.

"White Walker?" Samwell subconsciously touched his back, then remembered that he did not carry the great sword [Dawn] in order to disguise himself as Mance Rayder.

The Black Ice Knight opposite nodded, as if he could understand Samwell's words. He opened his mouth and made a sound like cracking ice.

 Samwell could not understand the other party's language.

 But from the eyes of this strange ghost, he always felt that the other side seemed to recognize him.

 “Take your men and leave!” Samwell tried to communicate.

The White Walkers shook their heads slowly, then pulled out the long sword that shone with a faint and strange blue light, pointed in the direction of the Great Wall, and spoke again in a language that no one understood.

 One of the savages lost his patience, waved his torch and shouted:

 “Get out of here, monster! Otherwise I will burn you to death!”

The ghost's blue gaze swept over, and the coldness contained in it could almost freeze people into ice.

 The next second, he jumped off the horse gracefully, and his feet stepped on the burning ground, making a sharp needle-like sound.

 White Walkers are not afraid of fire.

 This thought flashed through Samwell's mind.

 At this time, the White Walkers had already rushed up.

The zombies moved clumsily and slowly, but the White Walkers were as light as snowflakes in the wind. Their whole bodies turned into a light blue lightning, rushing through the wall of fire and killing them.

The wild men came forward with torches and swords.

The ice blue sword blade in the White Walker's hand swept across the flames, and the flames were extinguished immediately.

Dangdang—

The wildman's sword struck the White Walker's armor, causing ripples like ripples of light, but the armor was intact.

The White Walker stood on tiptoes and spun around in the snow. The crystal-like long sword flipped back and slid like snowflakes into the gaps in the savage's iron armor, passing through leather, wool, bone and flesh, leaving fatal traces.

 Hiss hiss hiss—

In the blink of an eye, a dozen savages fell on the snow, their hot blood freezing before it could be sprayed out.

The White Walkers kept walking, holding the ice blue sword, and continued to rush towards Samwell.

 “Protect Chief Mance!”

There are still wildlings coming up, but Samwell has already taken the lead in rushing towards the White Walkers.

His speed was extremely fast, leaving an afterimage on the snow.

Boom—

Two figures passed each other in mid-air, and a ball of brilliant flames exploded.

Seeing that the ice-like armor on the White Walker's body remained intact under the attack of fire, Samwell could finally confirm that this thing was indeed not afraid of fire.

 At least he is not afraid of the fire he created with witchcraft.

However, he didn’t panic, he just pulled out a dark dagger from his waist—

 Dragonglass dagger.

Although he did not carry the great sword [Dawn], it was impossible for Samwell to rush outside the Great Wall without preparation.

The moment the White Walker saw the dragon crystal dagger, his blue eyes, which were like thousands of years of ice, finally began to waver.

 There seemed to be an emotion similar to fear flickering inside.

 But at this moment, Samwell had already rushed over, as fast as lightning.

The White Walkers opened their mouths and let out a silent roar.

 In an instant, the wind and snow in the whole world became violent.

 All the flames were extinguished in an instant.

 Darkness shrouded everything like a curtain.

 But Samwell did not dodge, his golden eyes flashed with incomparable determination, and he rushed towards the White Walkers.

Boom—

 In an instant, the flames exploded again.

Like a volcano erupting, magma surges, countless burning rocks fall to the ground, and flames and meteors fly everywhere.

The White Walker jerked back, trying to break free from the flames.

 But the dragon crystal dagger seemed to be slow, but in fact it was inserted between his eyebrows very quickly.

Ding-

Light blue blood spurted out from the White Walker's forehead, hissing and chilling around the dragonglass dagger. He stretched out his two bone-white hands to pull out the dagger.

 But before he touched the dagger, the White Walker's head began to melt like dew.

Everyone stared with wide eyes, watching this extremely terrifying White Walker gradually smoke and disintegrate after being stabbed by the dark dagger, turning into a chaotic and blurred liquid, and finally disappeared completely into the snow.

 Only a thin wisp of swirling blue smoke was left floating in the wind and snow.

The milky white glass-like bones shone palely and melted as well.

Samwell held the dragon crystal dagger and looked at the water vapor on it, as if he was sweating.

 Just after the White Walkers dissipated in the air, the howling wind and snow suddenly became much smaller.

The corpses seemed to have seen something terrible, and they all turned around and started running away.

The savages finally woke up from a dream, and someone bravely asked:

 “Leader Mance, how did you kill...this terrible monster?”

“Obsidian.” Samwell shook the dagger and said, “Some people also call it dragon glass.”

Said, he threw the dagger to a strong wild man, "This dragon crystal weapon can restrain the White Walkers. Okay, you guys clean up the battlefield."

"It's so cold!" The savage caught the dragon crystal dagger in a hurry, but was so cold that he took it off and dropped it to the ground.

The surrounding savages naturally scolded this guy, and then gathered together to carefully study this strange weapon that could kill the White Walkers.

 Samwell headed towards the Chinese army camp.

Although he seemed calm and calm on the surface, he was actually more wary of the White Walkers in his heart.

This kind of monster is much more difficult to deal with than the ghoul.

Even though he seemed to have easily killed the White Walkers with the dragon crystal dagger just now, you must know that with his current combat power, he can be said to be the best in Westeros.

If ordinary people took dragonglass weapons, they might not be able to encounter the White Walkers.

This is just one White Walker, what if there are thousands of them?

And what about the legendary big boss, the Night King?

 The more Samwell thought about it, the heavier his heart became.

Entering the camp, he saw Dana lying on the fur beside the fire pit, holding a red baby in her arms.

 “Are you giving birth?” He tried to pretend to be surprised, but out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the location of the Horn of Winter.

 Then, his eyes froze.

 Because, there is no trace of that huge horn in the account!

"Yes, no danger." Wa'er smiled and said, "Is the battle outside over?"

"Well, it's over. There's only one White Walker, and it's not difficult to deal with." Samwell stepped forward and said, "Child, give me a hug."

Dana hugged the child tighter:

 “You are not my husband.”

 Hearing this, Samwell stopped immediately.

 And Wa'er was startled, and quickly stood in front of her sister, watching the man warily.

"Dana, are you kidding me?" Samwell said reluctantly.

Dana shook her head slowly:

“You can imitate my husband’s appearance, but you cannot imitate the way he looks at me. There is no love in your eyes.”

 Samwell finally knew why the Horn of Winter was missing. It seemed that it was hidden by this woman.

So, he had no choice but to shrug, regain his appearance, and said:

"You are very wise, Lady Danna. To reintroduce myself, I am Samwell Caesar, King of the Andals, Rhoynar, and First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realms."

 “Where is my husband?”

 “He is a guest within the Great Wall.”

"You people south of the Great Wall are all liars!" Wa'er said angrily.

"In our eyes, you savages are all robbers, thieves, and savages." Samwell said, "However, I do this to protect everyone. Yes, everyone, including you. Many of my sons People think you are a group of humanoid beasts who don't understand the rules, but I still regard you as human beings.

If you don’t believe it, you can go out and ask if I just fought off the White Walkers and saved you. "

Dana’s face softened slightly and she said:

“Well, Your Majesty Caesar, I believe in your sincerity. So, can you let my husband go?”

"As long as you agree to my conditions, Mance will be free. And you can also enter the Great Wall." Samwell recounted his conditions again.

Dana listened quietly and said:

"Your Majesty, I can agree to your conditions. But there is only one small request."

 Samwell was delighted when he heard this. He didn't expect that the savage queen was so easy to talk to:

"What do you think."

“The Horn of Winter must remain in our hands.” Dana said. “Only in this way can we wildlings ensure that our own safety will not be violated.”

Samwell shrugged helplessly and said:

 “It seems that I can only agree.”

Dana showed a delighted smile:

 “You will not regret gaining the friendship of a savage.”

 (End of this chapter)