Chapter 193

His trackers caught sight of Wights the next day and they immediately reported to him.

He told everyone in the group to prepare and be ready for an ambush at any moment.

Then they walker forward, expecting to be ambush by a horde of wights at any moment.

The expected ambush never came.

When he and his men had slowed down, the Wights had increased continued at their usual pace and had left.

He didn't dare send out his trackers after that. If he lost them then the chances that his group would be ambushed in the future increased ten fold.

He didn't know why the White Walker wasn't coming around to face him.

Maybe it somehow found out about the properties of his magical armor and that they had Dragonglass and didn't want an open confrontation where it would be at a disadvantage.

Maybe it was cautious by nature.

Maybe it was luring them in another larger trap.

Or maybe it just didn't care about them.

Whatever it's reason, the White Walker kept on moving. It's army of Wights moving along with it.

The problem was that for all the help that his magical armor gave, it didn't increase the stamina of his people. Because of that, even if the Wights walked slowly during the day, they increased the gap between them at night when he and his group had to stop to rest while the Wights, being the undeads they were continued walking.

Every now and then, his men would catch sight of the Wights but from a distance, they looked just like humans.

But the wights didn't stop to eat food, build camp, build fire or rest and the more astute people in his group picked up on that quickly enough and started believing him.

They spent the next 5 days playing cat and mouse before they finally stumbled across something that terrified them down to their bones.