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#438 - Chapter 172: The End of the White Walkers (Part 4)

Kinvara hastily extended his hands, pressing them firmly against Melisandre's wound. Warm, radiant red light emanated from his palms, gradually dispelling the chilling magical power of the ice spear.

"Melisandre, you cannot die like this! As the High Priestess, I command you to live!" Kinvara exclaimed urgently.

Melisandre grasped Kinvara's hand, replying in a faint but resolute voice, "I have felt the Lord's calling, but rest assured, I will not easily surrender my life, at least not yet."

Just then, a resounding dragon's roar echoed through the sky. Everyone looked up to see four enormous dragons returning to the battlefield. They opened their massive jaws, spewing torrents of dragonfire upon the White Walkers below.

The White Walkers were caught off guard by the sudden fiery assault, emitting shrill, piercing cries as they scattered in all directions. Some unfortunate White Walkers were directly engulfed by the dragonfire, instantly turning to ashes. The dragons circled in the sky, continuously showering the ground with scorching flames, enveloping the entire battlefield in smoke and fire.

It turned out that Daenerys, riding her dragon, had returned to the battlefield. She had encountered Leviathan, who was coming to provide assistance, and upon learning of Liu Yuan's peril, she seized control of Drogon and ordered Rhaegal and Viserion to fly back with her. After a moment of contemplation, Leviathan decided to follow Daenerys to protect her.

When the Queen reappeared on the battlefield, the people were immediately filled with immense encouragement. They launched a large-scale counterattack against the wight horde. Dragons cleared the path from above, Dothraki cavalry charged into the White Walker ranks like a whirlwind, and Jorah Mormont, holding his longsword high, led the charge.

Arya also rose from the ground, carefully searching through the shattered ice fragments until she found her short sword and Needle.

"The war is not over! This is not our time to rest!" she shouted, her voice ringing across the battlefield. With that, she quickly picked up the double-bladed spear, grabbed the Hound's serrated sword from the air, and hurled it with all her might towards the Hound.

The Hound, with quick reflexes, caught the serrated sword. He struggled to his feet, muttering, "I had to fight for my life in King's Landing, and now that I've come to the North, I still have to fight for my life."

Brienne, seeing that the Hound was temporarily safe, turned and ran to Jaime, reaching out to help him up. Jaime gave a wry smile, reluctantly extending his left hand. Brienne looked at the bare stump where his hand used to be, now covered by an exquisite arm guard, and felt a pang of pity. She gripped Jaime's arm tightly and pulled him up with a jerk.

Then, Brienne found a heraldic shield nearby and carefully attached it to Jaime's left arm. Jaime gave her a grateful look, and they exchanged a smile before grabbing their longswords and rejoining the fierce battle.

At the same time, Daenerys noticed a particular White Walker. This White Walker wielded dual ice crystal blades and possessed remarkably high martial skills. He brandished his blades with practiced and fierce movements, single-handedly holding back the Dothraki cavalry's relentless assault.

It should be noted that the Dothraki warriors were not only skilled in mounted combat, but their strength in foot combat was also considerable. However, against this powerful White Walker, they seemed somewhat outmatched. Before long, dozens of bodies lay around the White Walker, almost all of them killed with a single blow. The deaths of these Dothraki warriors spoke to a single fact: this White Walker was not an ordinary monster, but an extremely powerful, special, leader-level being.

Daenerys watched the scene before her with a grave expression, a strong surge of anger welling up within her. Without hesitation, she issued the order, "Drogon! Burn him!" Upon hearing his master's command, Drogon immediately opened his massive jaws and unleashed a torrent of fiery flames. The flames rushed towards the White Walker leader like a fire dragon, who, sensing the danger, quickly turned and fled.

However, the dragonfire pursued relentlessly, as if it had eyes, closely following behind.

The wights along the way unfortunately became the victims of this chase, mercilessly consumed by the dragonfire and instantly reduced to ashes. At this moment, the White Walker leader did something unexpected—it began picking up various weapons left on the battlefield and throwing them into the air.

This provocative act undoubtedly enraged Daenerys. A flash of anger crossed her eyes, and she immediately issued another command: "Rhaegal, Viserion! Attack together!"

Upon receiving the order, Rhaegal and Viserion immediately responded, joining the attack on the White Walker leader. The three dragons circled in the sky, constantly spitting short, scorching fireballs at the White Walker leader. These fireballs fell to the ground like cannonballs, causing violent explosions upon impact, their power astonishing. Before long, the White Walker leader's originally disheveled figure gradually turned black, as if it had been scorched by fire.

A sinister look flashed in the White Walker leader's eyes as it fled towards the location of another commander, intending to ambush the dragons with its companion. Suddenly, a large shadow loomed overhead. The White Walker leader turned its head and its mouth fell open in disbelief.

An immensely large figure swooped down, two enormous claws descending from above. The White Walker leader only had time to raise its dual blades in front of it before being crushed directly into the ground by the immense force, its body scraping violently across the hard surface, dragging a deep trench. This sudden attack caught the White Walker leader off guard, leaving it with no time to react.

It turned out that Leviathan, who had been in the sky the whole time, finally couldn't help but take action! It simply couldn't stand the White Walker's behavior any longer and decided to personally join the battle, showing these despicable creatures what's what. Its massive body plunged from the sky like a falling star, carrying boundless might and a terrifying aura.

While White Walkers possessed great vitality, it didn't mean they were completely immune to physical damage. After a fierce beating, the White Walker leader was on its last legs, its armor shattered and broken. In reality, White Walker commanders and dragons were both Tier 3 creatures, with similar attributes, but the significant difference in size led to a vast disparity in strength, creating a crushing advantage.

The White Walker leader's eyes widened, its face filled with disbelief and despair. Where were its companions? Why hadn't they come to save it? It tried to struggle to its feet, but its body was unable to move, as if it were being crushed by a mountain. Its eyes gradually dimmed, and the breath of life slowly faded.

And less than a hundred meters away, another White Walker was cowering in fear, slowly retreating backward, disappearing into the wight horde in the blink of an eye, gone without a trace.