Chapter 142

That was when he saw it.

The reason for all the cold around them.

It was tall and gaunt, with pale flesh devoid of any blood. It's cold blue eyes gazed back at them and he felt the cold intensify around him.

It was beautiful in it's own way. Elegant. Inhuman. Dangerous.

And it was coming toward them.

He felt his grip on the Sword tighten in response as the army of Wights finally fell upon them once more and then there was chaos.

For the first few moments, the circle they had made held against the onslaught of the wights.

Then the circle broke and it was every man for himself.

For the others, this might be a little disconcerting but for him, who had fought through a pile of wights trying to chew his face just a few moments before, this seemed like a walk in the park.

So he swung his blade with one hand and the dagger with another. The wights disintegrating around him in droves as he moved forward like a war god fighting mortals.

He had never felt so powerful in his life before.

In his frenzy to kill more wights and show that he was not just a warg who could do nothing else aside from controlling his birds, he unknowingly separated from the group.

A fact that he only became aware of when he saw that he was standing all alone in an area devoid of any Wights.

And in front of him was the White Walker himself.

It's icy gaze looked at him with indifference and before he could get his wits to himself, the White Walker swung his sword.

Hundreds of hours of practice was the only thing that saved his life as he raised his sword in reflex and managed to block the ice sword from cleaving his head from his neck.

The resulting 'tinnngg' from the meeting of their blades could be heard through the entire battle field and for a moment both the attacker and defender stood in shock.

The White Walker looked… confused. Not because he had blocked his attack but because of something done by his own Ice sword. As if the sword failed to do something it was meant to do.

He didn't think too much about it and took this moment of distraction to attack the White Walker.

It was foolish. He knew.

He should have turned tail and run away.

That was what he would have done in any other time. Turned tail against a superior opponent and run away.

But he could not run away now for he had found an ambition in the middle of the battle field.

He would be the one to kill the first White Walker and have his name carved in the annals of history.

Or he would die trying.

The White Walker came out of his shock before his blade could reach it and it raised it's own blade with contemptuous ease to meet his own.

Their sword clashed and the unnaturally loud noise rang out once again.

He put more strength in his sword to put more pressure on the White Walker.

His efforts did not even budge it.

Then it's icy cold hand was on his left shoulder.

The next moment, he was flying through the air, still feeling cold in the place where it's icy hands had touched him as he fell on the ground and tumbled around a few times before coming to a stop.

Thankfully, he had not broken anything important. Like his neck.

Disoriented, he got up with the help of sword and looked up just to find the White Walker swinging it's sword at his neck.

This time he was not able to rise his blade fast enough.

'Shit. Fuck!'

Those were his last thoughts before the Icy blade cleaved through the magical armor like paper and separated his head from his neck.