Chapter 145

Orell's face was not contorted in the fear and horror as he had expected. Instead, it was serene and peaceful. As if in the moment of his death, Orell had accepted and embraced it rather than fearing it.

For that alone, Orell had his respect.

If there truly was a 'next adventure' as Dumbledore was so fond of saying, he wished Orell good luck in his.

He then pocketed the magical helmet as well as the magical armor whose enchantments had been torn off when the Icy Blade of the White Walker sliced through it.

The armor still had the runes he carved on it and after putting the initial enchantments, it could be used once again. It might not have protected Orell against the White Walker but it did it's job well enough against the Wights.

He would give it to someone else upon returning. No point in wasting perfectly good material.

It took them the whole night to collect all the bodies scattered through the battle field.

He was not sure if another White Walker could reconnect the bodies and raise them from the dead once again so he was going to burn all of them before leaving.

With the absence of the White Walker, the magic slowly returned back to normal so that allowed him to help even though he was slowly starting the feel the effect of magical exhaustion.

The White Walker had snapped two of Varko's ribs when it kicked the man away so his best swordsman was out of commission for the time being.

The 10 men he had brought with him were fine. A bit shaken from the whole experience as the monsters from their worst nightmare just became real but otherwise they were doing just fine for now. He was sure that he'll have to deal with a few PTSD cases once they return but for now they will continue to do their duty.

The Ravens also returned half an hour after the White Walker's demise. With the location of another White Walker as the Bloodraven already knew about their failure.

But for now, they were in no shape to continue their journey and he had told them to rest for the rest of the day. They would continue their hunt the next day.

And even if he said that he didn't really gained anything from this battle, that was not really true.

He had found how the White Walkers and their Wights fought and that information in and of itself was worth it's weight in gold.

So as his men slept in their tents, he wrote down a report on how the Wights and White Walkers fought and a few methods or formation on how to fight and defeat them.

With how effective the Dragonglass turned out to be in this battle, he had a feeling that he would have to get all of his men equipped with it before the end of this summer.