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#393 - Chapter 127: Shocking Changes in the Frontier (VII)

The figure originally hidden in the icy mist slowly emerged from the forest. It was the Others themselves. Their skin was a pale color, exuding a cold aura, and their blue eyes radiated endless chill.

The Others in the front ranks wielded swords made of ice crystals, while those in the rear brandished sharp ice crystal spears, constantly hissing at the humans.

With their hisses, countless pale figures swarmed out from between the trees. These figures were the wights, the army of the dead resurrected by the Others.

Unlike the zombies most people were familiar with, they were not truly undead creatures but rather semi-elemental beings awakened by the power of the Cold God.

Therefore, the appearance of the wights depended on the state of their bodies when they were resurrected. Some were already rotten and decayed, while others were almost indistinguishable from living beings.

Witnessing this scene, Stannis felt a surge of intense fear. Although he had heard of it before, seeing it with his own eyes was still hard to accept. However, as king, he quickly calmed down and decisively ordered, "Continue firing the rockets! Let the catapults hurl fire pots!"

Everyone followed his orders, including the wildling warriors. Countless burning arrows and stones rained down on the wight horde.

Although the wights felt no pain and their attack efficiency wasn't reduced by injuries, their bodies could still be shattered and rendered incapable of fighting. However, even when separated into incomplete fragments, they could still continue to move.

But wights were highly flammable. Even if a flame merely grazed their skin, they would instantly burst into raging flames. And these mindless monsters didn't know how to put out fires. As long as there was a spark on their bodies, they would burn to ashes in a very short time.

However, the Others easily evaded the rocket attacks, continuing their advance unscathed. The Others exuded a suffocating chill, the icy aura seeming to freeze the surrounding air. Even the flames struggled to withstand this cold, extinguishing one after another.

The Others moved through the sea of fire like ghosts, almost completely ignoring the damage caused by the flames around them.

Watching the wights surge closer like a tide, the defenders on the wall felt unprecedented pressure. They desperately shot arrows and hurled stones, but to little avail. The fallen bodies were quickly filled by other wights.

Stannis watched everything before him with a somber expression, knowing full well that ranged attacks alone could not stop the Others' fierce offensive. He made a decisive decision, turned around, faced the knights beside him, and ordered in the loudest voice possible, "Form a shield wall immediately! Prepare for close combat!"

Upon hearing the order, the soldiers acted without hesitation. They quickly raised their massive shields, placing them on the low wall, about the height of a man, arranging them tightly together.

They stood closely in a row, with almost no gaps between them, forming an impenetrable line of defense. Everyone's face bore a determined and serious expression, ready to face the upcoming fierce battle.

The wights were getting closer and closer to the wall, their heavy footsteps like war drums, rhythmically pounding the ground, shaking everyone's hearts.

Just then, Melisandre walked steadily to the front of the ranks. She reached out and gently stroked the half-sword in Davos's hand, then began to silently chant a mysterious incantation.

Her expression was solemn and reverent, as if she had merged with the surrounding world. As she chanted, a misty red aura slowly rose from her body, swirling around her.

At the same time, the shadow beneath her feet began to expand strangely, spreading along the wall to both sides, enveloping the allied forces.

When Melisandre's incantation ended, the steel sword in Davos's hand suddenly burst into raging flames, the fire fierce, illuminating the entire battlefield. Then, this flame spread rapidly to the swords of other warriors like a contagious disease.

One after another, the swords of everyone within the area covered by Melisandre's shadow ignited with intense flames. These flames burned so brightly that the air was filled with the smell of burning.

Stannis raised his flaming sword high, like a burning sun, his voice booming like thunder: "Soldiers! The gods are always protecting us! Evil cannot defeat us! Let us fight bravely and destroy all these ghastly things!"

The soldiers followed his cry, roaring together, as if to tear the entire night apart.

Tormund felt dissatisfied, feeling that he was being slighted. Why could only longswords receive magical blessings? Did that god look down on axes and spears?

After casting the spell, Melisandre's body suddenly became extremely weak, as if she had lost all her strength, her whole body limp, on the verge of collapse. At that moment, Davos quickly reached out and supported her.

"Are you alright?" Davos asked with concern.

Melisandre shook her head, indicating that she was fine, but her tone revealed a hint of fatigue: "I'm fine, it's just that casting a large-scale spell for the first time has consumed too much power. Fortunately, the soul and flesh of Mance Rayder were offered as a sacrifice, granting us the blessings of the Lord of Light and bestowing power upon us."

Finally, the wights surged towards the low wall like a raging sea, their momentum fierce. The obstacles placed outside were almost flattened by them, a scene of utter devastation.

In the blink of an eye, the wights had reached the wall, unhesitatingly stepping on the bodies of their companions, struggling to climb upwards. They frantically slammed against the walls and shields, attempting to break through this line of defense and attack the humans behind.

The defending warriors fought with all their might, wielding their longswords and spears, fiercely stabbing at the oncoming wights. At the same time, the wildlings were equally unwilling to be outdone. Although they possessed fewer steel weapons, they had a large number of obsidian weapons inherited from their ancestors.

These obsidian weapons were exceptionally sharp, and were even more effective at dealing with wights.

However, the number of wights was simply too great, and they continued to pour in from the distance. Despite the warriors' desperate resistance, the wights ultimately broke through the shield wall's defenses.

At that moment, some wights took advantage of the gaps in the defense and successfully broke through, tightly hugging their opponents and rolling down the wall together. These wights' goals seemed very clear: to charge forward at all costs. And those very few wights that climbed over the wall did not continue to attack the people around them, but instead ran wildly towards the rear.