Chapter 332: The Assault of the White Walkers

"Your Grace, watch out!"

Eddard reacted swiftly, the man with dark brown hair abruptly pushing Robert away from his side.

He had never imagined that the Night King's first target would be himself, not the human king beside him.

However, after pushing Robert away, Eddard didn't foolishly stand in place waiting for death; he too threw himself to the ground.

Boom—

Just as Eddard hit the ground, his cheek touching the cold snow, he heard a loud noise behind him.

The spear thrown by the Night King, like a cruise missile, directly overturned the snow shed above their heads, blasting it into the sky, then falling freely behind the Wall.

"Holy shit!"

King Robert, pushed to the ground by his good brother, was also somewhat taken aback, his eyes wide as bells, his mouth full of snow.

"Seven hells! This... this bloody—"

Robert was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say, watching as the snow shed above their heads was blasted into the air, then fell back down.

Meanwhile, not far away, the captain of the Kingsguard, Barristan Selmy, was guarding the crane.

He needed to ensure that His Grace the King could smoothly leave the top of the Wall, and also that he wouldn't overhear the conversation between His Grace and Duke Eddard.

However, the sudden change startled the white-haired old knight. Was it a ballista that had been fired?

"Your Grace!"

Sir Barristan quickly ran over, intending to help his loyal king up from the ground.

"What the hell kind of monster is this?!"

Before he could help him up, he heard the king cursing loudly.

Hearing the king cursing with such vigor while lying on the ground, Barristan breathed a sigh of relief.

Then the big black fat man got up from the ground himself, brushing the snow off his body.

The spear had missed, he was unharmed, and naturally didn't need anyone to help him up.

However, even so, Robert was still somewhat taken aback, this had almost shattered his worldview.

His Grace the King was bold and courageous, and had even just declared that he would smash this damn Night King with one hammer blow.

But at that time, he had never thought that the leader of the White Walkers would be so outrageous...

Was this a monster that humans could deal with?

Throwing a spear with bare hands was like a ballista, and he even suspected that this was more powerful than a ballista.

"He... wanted to kill me?"

Eddard Stark, who had just saved the king, was still lying in the snow, also somewhat taken aback, and for some reason, this thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

However, his chest heaving, lying in the snow, he thought for a moment.

"It should be... just a miss, right?"

Then the Duke of Winterfell shook his head to drive away the wild thoughts in his mind, and then got up from the ground.

...

Down below.

The Night King, with an icy crown atop his head, looked up, seeing that he had not killed the 'Direwolf of the Ice Plains' that he detested with his first strike, his tightly furrowed brow relaxed slightly, but he didn't say much.

To him, humans were already like ants.

Unless the ancestors of these humans were resurrected and used magic to stop his progress, these people alone could not stop the cold from engulfing the entire world.

The Night King didn't care that he hadn't killed this Stark in passing, then his eyes, burning with cold flames, withdrew their gaze, falling again on the collapsed gap in the Wall

.

The Wall was originally the biggest obstacle blocking his path, he had always been waiting for a suitable opportunity, but he didn't expect it to collapse due to human infighting.

Then the Night King, silent, simply waved his hand.

"Roar—"

The next second.

Countless wights let out a deafening, terrifying roar, the sound piercing the sky, causing the snow on the city wall to tremble slightly.

And the dozen or so White Walkers following him also controlled their mounts to charge forward, leading the ice spiders and the sea of corpses towards the wall that humans had hastily built in an attempt to stop the cold.

Since the Wall had collapsed, the magical barrier had cracks, it would not hinder him, and the humans blocking the way were even more vulnerable.

The Night King was no longer prepared to drag it out, he waved his hand, wanting these ignorant mortals to embrace darkness and death.

But clearly, these mortals did not want to obey the Night King's command and just die willingly.

"All men!"

"Prepare to meet the enemy!"

The head of House Tarly from the Horn Hill, Lord Randyll Tarly, abruptly drew his sword 'Heartsbane' from his waist.

The Valyrian steel sword reflected light in the weak sunlight.

The bald man's face was serious, sporting a short, hard beard, he was considered one of the best commanders in the Seven Kingdoms, possessing an iron will.

And the motto of House Tarly was also 'First in Battle', never forgetting the way of bravery from generation to generation.

Randyll Tarly shouted orders loudly, covered in steel from head to toe, commanding the soldiers to organize a defense, while also eliminating everyone's fear...

Including his own.

"There's nothing to fear from the White Walkers!"

"Our King Robert just killed one not long ago!"

Randyll Tarly shouted loudly, boosting morale, while his eyes stared fiercely at the army of the dead, who were roaring deafeningly and surging towards the battlements.

Although he said there was nothing to fear, there was no trace of relaxation on his face, but rather a serious expression.

He had previously strongly opposed King Robert's sniping of the Army of the Dead from the Wall.

'A wall intact is the best barrier, but once there is a flaw, the enemy will seize the opportunity to attack fiercely, leading to a total collapse.'

He believed they should retreat to Winterfell, disperse the enemy's forces, and at the same time evacuate all the people of the North to the south to prevent the Army of the Dead from being replenished.

An excellent commander can come up with a reasonable countermeasure in the shortest time no matter what kind of enemy they face.

However, King Robert, who had just gained confidence, did not accept Randyll Tarly's opinion.

He insisted that the Wall was the best place to stop the White Walkers, and he wanted to fight a decisive battle with the White Walkers here.

Actually, Robert's point of view was not wrong, after all, letting the White Walkers into the North would bear a huge responsibility if they failed, both of their ideas had their pros and cons.

But the difference between the two was that the king's command was absolute.

Randyll Tarly was not Stannis and couldn't argue with the king, he could only kneel on one knee and obey the king's command.

He is now responsible for the command of the battle on the wall.

"Relax, lads!"

Randyll Tarly stood on the battlements, holding the family's ancestral weapon Heartsbane, determined to lead by example and boost morale.

"Prepare to meet the enemy!"

"Raise your shields!"

Whoosh—

Countless shields were

raised.

"Spear formation!"

"Archers, ready!"

"Quick, quick, quick!"

Creak—

The sound of bowstrings being drawn echoed uniformly from the battlements, all the arrows were coated with oil, then lit on fire, burning brightly.

"Fire!"

Following Lord Tarly's command.

Countless flaming arrows, trailing black smoke, flew into the sky, forming a sea of fire, then fell down together.

"Burn them!"