Chapter 198

Except that he was there to take the hit this time.

He locked blade and they stared at each other's eyes. For a moment, he was almost tempted to attempt a legilimency probe before he realized how foolish such a thing would be.

Then the White Walker started pressing him back but that only lasted a mere second before Varko came from beside him and joined the fight.

The White Walker backed away from Varko and he took the chance and used his superior speed to flank the White Walker and surprise it.

There was no surprise. The White Walker saw him coming and backed away once more. Only to come to a sudden stop as it struck against something else.

Or some one else.

Benjen Stark stood behind the White Walker. A Dragonglass dagger in his hands that he had tried to stab the White walker with.

Just like him, the White Walker had a magical armor that the dagger had no hope of penetrating.

Before he could shout a warning, the White walker turned around and sliced at Benjen Stark.

To his credit, Benjen managed to get the dagger up in time.

But the ice blade along with the White Walker's immense strength simply cut through the Dragonglass dagger before he it went ahead and went into the magical armor and came out of the other side.

Cutting Benjen Stark in half without any apparent effort.

The White walker turned back to look at him. There was no pride or joy in it's face. As if killing the younger brother of the Warden of the North meant nothing to him.

For all he knew, it probably did meant nothing to him.

But it meant something to him.

"Fuck!!!" he cursed for the second time in the duration of the battle as he charged forward, desperately hoping that it won't be able to kill anyone else.

But what he hoped didn't happen.

The White Walker didn't die at his blade. Nor at Varko.

They fought for what seemed like hours to him but were probably only a mere dozen seconds in truth before it managed to kick Varko away. Varko fell in the snow storm and he felt nervous for the first time in this battle.

The Ice monster looked at him with apathetic eyes and moved toward him with slow steps.

He reached into his bottomless bag and took out a ball filled with Wildfire and threw it at it's feet.

The White Walker looked at it and the cold around him spiked for a moment.

The ball fell on the ground covered in a layer of frozen snow.

It never even got the chance to ignite.