Chapter 383: The Defense Line of Karhold Bay

Within the Great Sept of Baelor, a man and a woman, consumed by their desires, engage in a passionate tryst under the watchful eyes of the Seven Gods, beside the corpse of the Hand of the King, Jon Arryn.

Meanwhile, far from King's Landing, at the front line of Karhold Bay, after two or three months, the shadowy figures of the White Walkers once again appear within the patrol range of the sentries.

The war between humans and the White Walkers is unlike any war between humans.

'The King Who Knelt,' Torrhen Stark, led the Northern army south to join the siege against the Targaryen invaders, but arrived a step too late, witnessing the southern king and his allied forces being crushed by dragons.

Knowing he couldn't match the dragons and the Targaryen army, Torrhen Stark immediately knelt at what is now known as the 'Tower of Kneeling,' securing peace and tranquility for the North. The 'Conqueror' effortlessly conquered the North without deploying a single soldier, a straightforward victory.

However, the war between humans and the White Walkers is different; it's a contest between the living and the dead.

Although the White Walkers crushed House Stark and the allied forces of the Seven Kingdoms, no Northern noble could surrender to the White Walkers.

Because surrendering meant death, and no one wanted to die, let alone have their bodies controlled as disgusting wights after death. Therefore, the army of the dead had to sweep through the castles and villages of the North one by one, which took a considerable amount of time.

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Now, the stars of the Seven Kingdoms' allied forces are gathered. The famous commanders from all over the Seven Kingdoms have gathered here to discuss how to repel the White Walkers.

After all, this is no longer a matter of one house or one place.

Some people once thought it was a matter of the North, but in an instant, the North was destroyed, and millions of Northerners became refugees, fleeing to the South. If they don't unite all people, they will be defeated by the White Walkers one by one.

"Although Karhold Bay is easy to defend and hard to attack, the difficulty of attacking from the North to the South and from the South to the North is entirely different."

Under the bright light.

Tywin Lannister, slightly bald, wore deep red armor, with a brightly painted golden lion in gold on his chest. He wore a huge cloak made of gold thread on his back. His eyes were bright, and his finger pointed on the map.

"If we put all our bets on being able to hold Karhold Bay, then it will be the same as before, holding the Wall and Winterfell, and the final result will be a big loss."

"Humans simply cannot withstand the attack of the White Walkers, and may even increase their numbers."

Although it was the first time facing the White Walkers after the start of the war, the old lion did not mince words after learning about the specific intelligence.

His words made the faces of King Robert, Lord Eddard, and Stannis, who were present, a little ugly, because the initial battle plan was formulated by them, and they had been defeated by the White Walkers.

"Your Majesty, and my lords."

"Since the method of holding on doesn't work, why don't we set out from White Harbor and cut off the White Walkers' rear?"

The speaker was Edmure Tully, who wore deep green armor with the family crest of red and blue stripes and a silver trout.

Edmure also had the characteristic auburn hair of House Tully, looking handsome and dashing, dignified. His romantic affairs in the Riverlands were also numerous, much to the liking of young girls.

And the young heir to Riverrun had been educated by maesters from a young age, learning about war and leading soldiers, waiting for a good opportunity to show his skills.

This time Edmure was also sent out by his father to join the allied forces to defend the safety of the Riverlands. After all, after the fall of the North, the main battlefield facing the White Walkers next is the Riverlands.

Lord Hoster Tully of Riverrun was getting old, and his health seemed not so good in recent years, often bedridden, so he couldn't come to the battlefield.

"All that is nonsense! You're just a kid who hasn't even grown a full beard yet! You think you know how to fight just because you've read a couple of books?"

"The White Walkers don't need to eat or sleep, what's the use of cutting off their rear?"

Edmure's first participation in the war, and he had no experience facing the White Walkers, these terrifying enemies were not ordinary humans.

And the king sitting in the first place, Robert Baratheon, was irritable for some reason, not giving any face to the young heir of the Riverlands.

Perhaps there were too many troubles recently that made him a little restless.

He didn't know that while he was fighting in front, his foster father Jon Arryn had been assassinated, and his wife had cuckolded him.

And Edmure, who was scolded by the king without mercy, looked a little embarrassed. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't have the courage to stand up.

But at this time, Stannis Baratheon, who was sitting on the side, suddenly spoke.

"Sending a cavalry unit from White Harbor to cut off the White Walkers' rear is not impossible."

Under the bright candlelight, the man who looked like a stubborn stone had a solemn face and a very straight back. Edmure gratefully looked at Stannis, but did not receive a response from him.

Stannis was not trying to help Edmure out of the predicament, but he indeed had such a plan.

"The dead can't ride horses, the mobility of the cavalry is one of the few advantages we can maintain when facing the army of the dead."

White Harbor is one of the few areas in the North that has not been captured by the army of the dead. Located at the southern end of the North at the mouth of the White Knife, it is the main trade port of the North.

Because it is backed by the sea, the transportation of supplies and soldiers is convenient. It can attack or defend against enemies on land, so many allied soldiers are stationed in White Harbor, forming a defense line with Karhold Bay.

Stannis proposed to send a cavalry unit to harass the enemy's rear and attract the attention of the army of the dead.

Lead these distracted dead armies as far north as possible to relieve the pressure on the Karhold Bay defense line.

However... this is a mission of life and death.

As Stannis's words fell, the meeting room was silent, and no one spoke to express their opinions.

Then it was still Tywin Lannister, his pair of emerald eyes sweeping across the map.

Then he looked up at his son-in-law with a gloomy face, his fingers lightly tapping on the table. After a long while, he finally spoke in a low and powerful voice.

"We need dragons, Your Majesty."

"When I passed through Maidenpool with my troops, I

heard a saying, it seems to be spread by a red-robed witch from Essos. She said that the enemy we are facing is not actually prepared for us."

"Only dragons can defeat the Night King."

The words of the Warden of the West made Robert's face a little ugly.

But Tywin's eyes were bright and did not stop because of this, but continued to speak in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty, I remember we have already asked for help from the remnants of the Targaryens."

"What's the result?"