Updated Chapter 700: The Ice Dragon

The roar, filled with boundless fury, echoed across the icy plains like thunder.

"What?"

Benjen Stark, who was on the verge of madness from the torment, shivered and then regained his senses, looking up at the sky.

Whoosh—

The silent army of the dead around him seemed to awaken all at once, as if they had received some command, and they all looked in the same direction.

In the distant sky, obscured by the blinding snowstorm, a massive ice dragon broke through the blizzard, diving down from the heavens.

"Roar—"

It was ablaze with an icy blue flame, constantly letting out furious roars, seemingly battling some mysterious entity.

Its size was immense, even larger than Balerion, whom Benjen had seen in King's Landing.

The massive ice dragon flapped its wings amidst the howling winds and deafening roars, then plummeted to the ground.

It tried to extinguish the eerie blue flames that engulfed it but to no avail. At that moment, the wights around Benjen let out a strange cry.

It seemed someone had given them another command, and the horde of wights charged at the fallen ice dragon.

"Roar—"

"Roar—"

An endless army of wights rushed towards the injured ice dragon, whose frost-covered body continued to roar in anger, its pale blue crystalline eyes filled with rage.

It was the undisputed ruler of this cold world, with no natural predators. Yet today, it had met a formidable opponent.

The dragon, having just crashed onto the icy surface, creating a small crater and cracks, had injured one of its wings and couldn't take flight immediately.

Benjen was caught in the midst of the wight army, unable to escape, and was forced to move towards the ice dragon.

"Is this the legendary ice dragon?"

Seeing this scene, Benjen felt a chill run down his spine. It was as if his idle thoughts during his lonely and torturous journey had come to life. He had indeed encountered the legendary ice dragon.

Of course, its size wasn't as terrifying as the legends, but it was close, even larger than Balerion he had seen in King's Landing. Its entire body was made of ice and snow, and its blue crystalline eyes were wild.

Countless wights had now climbed onto the dragon, like ants. The ice dragon let out a painful roar, its body slightly trembling. Its massive mouth, filled with sharp teeth, opened once again.

"Whoosh~"

A surge of icy breath came forth, instantly turning a group of wights into powder. These wights charged forward, only to be turned to ash by the dragon's blue breath.

"Roar—"

The ice dragon continued to roar, trying to use its breath and roars to scare off its enemies.

However, the dragon had miscalculated. Its terrifying breath did not deter these mindless dead. They continued to charge fearlessly.

Moreover, the eerie blue flames that engulfed the dragon seemed to burn its very soul, causing it great discomfort, yet it couldn't shake them off.

Having just crashed from the sky, creating a small pit and cracks in the ice, it had injured one of its wings and couldn't fly for the time being.

Benjen was also caught up in the midst of the wight army, unable to escape, and was forced to move towards the dragon.

"This is bad!"

Benjen, seeing this scene, felt no joy, only terror. He was now being pushed closer and closer to the dragon, and he had already seen the power of its icy breath.

The terrifying power of this creature was akin to the fire-breathing dragons of House Targaryen. The icy breath of the Ice Dragon left no room for escape; a mere touch of its frosty exhalation would turn anyone into ashes instantly.

In contrast, the Targaryen dragons, with their fiery breath, at least gave their victims a fighting chance. One could sever the burning part of their body or jump into water to douse the flames. Yet, most still perished, either burned alive, drowned, or bled to death from their injuries. In this light, the Ice Dragon seemed almost merciful, granting a swift, painless end.

But Benjen Stark had no time to ponder these thoughts. He was about to be thrust into the dragon's attack range.

"Damn it!"

The dragon, affected by the eerie blue flames, was greatly restrained. The flames seemed to cloud its judgment. On the other hand, the injuries it sustained, along with the relentless onslaught of the wights, had weakened it considerably.

The endless horde of wights continued their relentless assault, undeterred by fear or fatigue.

Suddenly, the Ice Dragon, as if drawing on its last reserves of strength, let out another agonized roar.

"Roar—"

It then raised its fearsome head and unleashed another torrent of icy breath, its massive tail sweeping away a swath of wights, turning them into a bloody pulp. Those who had managed to climb onto its back were flung away.

Benjen, sensing the imminent danger, quickly took cover behind a massive boulder.

The dragon's icy breath swept over the area, instantly freezing everything in its path. The very ground where Benjen had stood moments ago was now a barren wasteland. The wights that had been at his side were reduced to ashes, their remains scattered in the wind.

The boulder that had been Benjen's refuge was also affected, quickly enveloped in a layer of frost before shattering into countless fragments.

"By the Old Gods!"

Is this a joke? Even the stone was frozen and shattered?

Benjen, who had thought he'd narrowly escaped death, turned to see the Ice Dragon, its massive shadow looming overhead, preparing to unleash another icy onslaught.

"This is it!"

Benjen sighed, resigned to his fate, and closed his eyes, expecting the end.

However, at that very moment, a White Walker, crowned with an icy diadem and wielding an ancient stone sword, appeared atop the dragon's head. With a swift motion, it plunged its sword deep into the dragon's skull.

"Roar!!!"

The Ice Dragon let out a roar, louder and more agonized than any before, echoing across the vast icy plains. It was a cry of pain, despair, and disbelief. But it was also its last.

With a thunderous crash, the dragon's massive body collapsed, its once proud head now lying lifeless on the ground, crushing another wave of wights beneath its weight, sending snow flying in all directions.