Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 266: The End of the First Phase of the Battle
Viserys looked at the weirwood roots growing out of the cracks in the beacon tower, and just now he felt that the First Battle to Defend the Great Wall might enter the defensive counterattack phase, marked by the repair of the collapsed section of the beacon tower.

Who would have thought that the illusion of the Three-Eyed Raven suddenly appeared before his eyes.

The roots of the tree in the cracks of the beacon tower below just grew and coiled around the Great Wall to about one-sixth of the height of the wall, about 120 feet, and then stopped growing. Only a faint green light could be seen, as if the roots of the fish beam tree were emitting a faint magic power, purifying the black ice covered by the magic fragments of the self-exploding ice dragon.

"What's going on? Is this considered repaired?"

Viserys started his questioning by saying that although he did not use his full strength in the frontal battlefield, he was the one who shattered almost all the ice dragons, as well as three White Walker spellcasters.

He also chased and killed the last three ice dragons for a long time. During the chase, he would occasionally spit dragon flames at the difficult battlefield situations, directly participating in the situation and relieving the pressure on the defenders.

He had reason to suspect that both Brynden and Red God were just paddling.

After all, the representative power of the Red God went out of the city to fight and eliminated a spellcaster, and also awakened the "reincarnated hero" in the prophecy, who is now wielding the blazing Lightbringer in the Nightfort and killing everyone.

Apart from transmitting intelligence, Brynden also worked to repair the Great Wall. But the Great Wall is in such a state now. Only more than 120 feet of the 700-foot wall have been repaired. This can be called repair?

"The trumpet blower cannot be allowed to die." The Three-Eyed Raven's phantom spoke in the voice of a crow spy, "A special kind of White Walker that I have never seen appeared in the direction of the Shadow Tower. They poured into the tunnels inside the city wall with the tide of corpses, and blocked the flow of magic in the Wall in some way. I can't see what happened, but I can see cracks in the wall. I'm afraid that the wall at the Shadow Tower will also be in trouble."

"I knew you wouldn't show up for no reason. You always bring bad news. It's eighty leagues from here to the Shadow Tower. By the time I get there, the wall will have probably collapsed if it should." Viserys couldn't help asking, "When you guys were building the Wall, didn't you leave any backup plans to prevent this?"

"Storm Lord, Viserys, the construction of the Wall was eight thousand years ago. We are different from humans. Their development has stagnated due to lifespan and climate, but the gods have been constantly developing new uses for their power over the past eight thousand years. You should know that when the gods first came to the world, they were also ignorant and confused. It was only after repeated trials and errors that they formed the current situation and found the correct way to use their power. The Storm Lord is a typical example of taking the wrong path, otherwise His song would not have been sealed in dead things in the world until you appeared and it started to rise again. The Long Night War eight thousand years ago was not fought this way, and the people who built the Great Wall eight thousand years ago could never have imagined the way of war today."

Viserys looked at the Three-Eyed Raven who spoke so many words in one breath and said, "I just realized that all gods must look at things from a developmental perspective."

Viserys had a strange feeling in his heart. The gods in the world of ice and fire were not ancient worshipers. This was very unique in a world with magic. In general, in a magical world, it seemed that the further back in time one went, the stronger the power would be.
"A vision for development?" The Three-Eyed Raven smacked his lips at the idea, then quickly continued to tell the intelligence, "I saw that there were also those special White Walkers among the zombies that landed in the direction of Eastwatch-by-the-Sea. As you said, if something happened to the wall in the direction of the Shadow Tower, you would just see a pile of ruins if you went there, and at most you would deal with a few groups of zombies and White Walkers for the defenders. Lord Viserys, please go to Eastwatch-by-the-Sea to prevent those special White Walkers from posing a threat to the Wall."

"If I have to take action in every special situation on the Wall," Viserys narrowed his eyes, but was in no hurry to leave, "then wouldn't I have to stay on the Wall during the entire Long Night? You can see that the Cold God is not a fool. He knows that he can't get past my defense head-on, so I don't know what means he used to achieve such a coordinated joint operation on a battlefield within a hundred leagues, attacking from the east and the west. Taking advantage of the local advantage gained at the beacon tower, he deliberately used the ice dragon to lead me in a circle, and finally lured me to the east, and then deployed a force in the west that you can't even explain to break the city. As the defenders, what do you think of the battle being like this?"

"Viserys," the three-eyed crow said, all three eyes were solemn, "We have discussed that it is normal to be beaten by the cold god on the battlefield. But as long as we defend the Great Wall, we can delay him and possibly win the final victory."

Viserys snorted. "If we hold on, there will be a way."

"I know it's bullshit, but we all need to learn how to face the Cold God who has been silent for over 8,000 years on the battlefield."

"Now that things have come to this, why don't we be clear about what you want to do north of the Wall?" Viserys saw that he had only gotten some nonsense from the Three-Eyed Raven, so he asked directly. "If your power can spread from the weirwood to the Wall, then you can spread it from the Wall to the weirwood. I just saw the power of Jon after he blew the horn, and it was real. If I hadn't been involved in this war, you would have sent Bran Stark to the Wall to lead the charge. A clone with Earthsong would be much more useful in defending the city and repairing the walls than a human who has to carry a horn around."

"You are really perceptive, Viserys." The Three-Eyed Raven was calm and composed after being exposed. "Your speculation is correct. But I still say that I cannot tell you my plan. But please believe me. I can swear to you with my song: my plan will not threaten you, your family, or your rule. All my arrangements are for the final victory. Even if I fail in the end, I will cover your retreat so that you can go to Sothoryos with your family. The great will bear witness to my oath, and the river of time and space will bear my mark."

"." Viserys stared at the phantom crow for a long moment, "Your plan must be very big."

“.”The other party remained silent.

"I want to see what great things you will do in the end."

By this time, both Viserys and the other side knew that neither side would abandon the ship halfway. Under such external pressure, even enemies had to put aside their disputes and fight against the foreign enemy. Besides, they had no hatred and could benefit each other. However, allies could not be trusted, and each had reservations, so they had to reconfirm their attitude towards cooperation.

In fact, what the gods want is nothing more than the final so-called "Grand Music", but Viserys does not know how to "fight" for it yet.

The Three-Eyed Raven remained silent, and Viserys guessed that he had found the right way.

Viserys was also worried that he was now making things difficult for the Three-Eyed Raven, but at this moment, abandoning the ship was tantamount to giving up everything and letting others slaughter him. He actually had no choice. When it came to fighting against the God of Cold, he could only advance and not retreat.

Finally, Viserys stopped his unkind behavior of seeking justice by taking advantage of the situation before the war, and quickly set off and flew towards Eastwatch.

Below the city wall.

Jon Snow, the blower of the Winter Horn, looked pale and gasping for breath, as if he had suffered a serious illness, and was sweating all over.

He felt as if he was going to die, and when the horn sounded, he felt as if all the strength in his body was being drained away.

The horn's action of extracting power suddenly stopped, and his breathing suddenly relaxed. He felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and his feet went weak. Then, he fell dizzy on the ground, and his life or death was unknown.

"Hey! Be careful!"

Until Jon fell to the ground with a groan.

Ser Jorah, who was completely stunned by the hundred-foot-high roots of the weirwood trees growing out of the city wall, finally blinked and reacted. He hurried to see Jon Snow's condition. When he saw Jon's face was as white as gold paper, he thought Jon was dead.

Fortunately, I sniffed his breath and found that he was still breathing.

But even though the tree roots grew to a hundred feet high, a huge gap of four or five hundred feet was left in the Great Wall.

Jorah turned his head to look at the horn tightly held in Jon's hand, his mind mixed, "This is the power of the Old Gods, the power of the weirwood." He suddenly wondered if, as a believer in the Old Gods of the North, he also had the ability to blow it.

He struggled for a moment, then reached out and took the bronze-edged horn from Jon's hand. With courage welling up in his heart, he put the horn to his lips.

At this time, the shocked defenders on the collapsed city wall saw him, and their eyes were focused on Jorah.

Yet when Jorah blew the horn, nothing happened. The horn made no sound, nor did it invoke any magic.

Jorah was silent, lost, and had complicated thoughts, but he still picked up Jon Snow with a straight face and carried him on his back: "This hero of the Night's Watch is exhausted. Quick, find a warm place to put him."

Suddenly someone in the crowd exclaimed: "Oh my God, this is magic, this is a miracle!"

"Miracle!"

"hero!"

"Jon," Aegon, who had just witnessed the shocking scene in the direction of the Great Wall, murmured to another Jon beside him on the south side of the collapsed wall, "The world is really different after the Long Night. Magic, sorcery, and all kinds of magic that can be called miracles are emerging in an endless stream. It seems that we have to get used to such miracles as soon as possible."

Jon Connington swallowed and turned to look at Aegon. He felt ashamed because he was much slower than Prince Aegon to wake up from the shock of the city wall covered with tree roots and tentacles and accept it all in his heart: "Your Highness."

But Aegon looked excited and eager to try: "Jon, Franklyn and other knights, didn't you ask me curiously where the wind came from when I charged Roose Bolton?"

But when Aegon's eyes fixed, a strong wind blew towards him, and Aegon's hair stood on end, and his woolen cloak flashed with strange arcs of electricity.

This scene stunned Jon and the knights who followed Aegon.

Aegon said proudly, "This is the power that my uncle, the King, taught me." Aegon glanced at the knights beside him, "Everyone, after we repel the zombies today, believe me, in the future, as long as we train according to your Majesty's teachings, sooner or later you and I will have the same might as Randyll Tarly's army."

As he spoke, Aegon turned his gaze from the north of the Wall back to the southeast, looking at the zombies that were still moving towards the wall: "And before that, let us hold this line and win. For King Targaryen! For Targaryen!"

Jon Clinton looked at Aegon deeply and began to hesitate whether he should find time to talk to His Highness Aegon: We cannot use inspiring speeches before the battle every day just because they are useful. According to King Viserys, the war with the White Walkers will be a protracted war. If a speech is given before every battle, sooner or later the subordinates will get tired of it. Then, one day, the speeches before the battle will no longer be able to boost morale and may even have a counterproductive effect.

However, Jon Clinton looked at the approaching tide of zombies from the southeast and decided to survive this battle first.

Although the ice dragon is gone, the zombie army is still using its huge military advantage to besiege every fortress on the Great Wall like a tide.

This all-out assault on nineteen castles had lasted for twelve hours - a day and a night - and the tide of the dead from the White Walker army seemed endless, inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

The barbican is not as good as the Great Wall. The best built ones have walls only a few dozen feet high. Some castle barbicans are only a dozen feet high because of lack of manpower during construction.

There have been several castles with dwarf castles. After exhausting the oil reserves on the city walls, the zombie army found an opportunity and used the silk webs spit out by strange ice spiders to form climbing points. Then the zombie army swarmed into the city walls in a terrifying ant-like manner and fought against the defenders.

Many defenders did not realize until today that the army of zombies cannot be treated as a normal army, because a normal army would not gather together like ants, stepping on each other to build a ladder of corpses, or piling up one on top of another to form a wall of corpses. They do not need siege equipment such as ladders and siege towers to climb over the 20 or 30 foot high city walls and kill their way into the city.

What the defenders didn't expect was that the commander of the zombie army would use the catapults and giant crossbows on the city wall to make the zombies gather together and use the catapults to throw them at the Great Wall, and also let the zombies hold the giant arrows of the crossbow and shoot them at the city wall.

Many zombies failed to cross the Great Wall and crashed into the seven hundred foot high wall and were smashed to pieces. But occasionally, a few balls of zombies were thrown directly by catapults from the north of the city into the south of the city or into the snow outside the city.

If they landed in the barbican on the south side of the Great Wall, they would cause chaos; if they landed outside the barbican, they would gather together and attack the southern barbican.

Except for the heavily guarded Castle Black, Nightfort, Shadow Tower, and Eastwatch castles, all other castles were greatly shocked and caught off guard by this kind of wight raid that the defenders had never imagined before.

And the pressure on places like this is not the greatest.

Of the 19 castles on the Great Wall, Shadow Tower and Eastwatch are under the greatest pressure right now. Even the beacon towers that collapsed, were half-repaired, and are still unable to provide normal defensive assistance on the wall are not as stressful as these two places.

Just as the garrison meeting had speculated, the White Walkers landed from the sea and attacked the Wall from the south.

The two edge castles on the east and west, Shadow Tower and Eastwatch, suffered the largest number of zombie sieges.

Both castles are the fortresses with the largest number of troops after the Black Castle.

As one of the key fortresses, Eastwatch has 3,400 men. The 3,000 main force of the Lorras Mercenaries formed by Braavos is here, and the Night's Watch has only 400 men. As a key point connecting Braavos before the Long Night, this is where the Foreign Legion's forces are concentrated for defense. There are also 12 Braavos warships and five Night's Watch ships to assist in the defense.

However, no one expected that Eastwatch, which was originally regarded as a maritime force with an advantage over other castles, would become the first victims of the White Walkers' attack.

The sudden freezing of the Seal Bay turned all these warships into immovable wooden fortresses stranded in the icy sea just half an hour after the White Walker raid began. The sailors, captains and soldiers on the ships did not immediately react and retreat towards the castle. Instead, they shivered in shock on the ice surface of the Ice Sea and Eastwatch Pier, hiding in the cabins to keep warm. Some people even stepped onto the icy sea from the ships for unknown reasons and used icebreakers to test the thickness of the sea ice.

They were confused and shocked, but they didn't think of running away.

It wasn't until Tyrion Lannister, the Imp in charge of one of the Night's Watch logistics ships, woke up that he didn't know what would happen at the time, but he was sure that something would happen next on the frozen sea.

This sense of crisis made the half-man captain, who was doing well in the crew, order everyone, including the sailors who were employed by the Night Watch, and more than 300 people on board, to abandon the large ship stranded in the ice sea and all the supplies on board, and risk crossing the ice sea of ​​uncertain thickness to retreat towards the East Sea.

At that time, their fleet was patrolling three nautical miles away from Eastwatch Port - the purpose of the patrol was to confirm that there was no ice on the sea and that no zombies were sailing south from Stord Point.

One can imagine how much determination and keen judgment Tyrion must have had to give such an order.

You know, half an hour ago, the sea around their boat was still turbulent black sea under the night sky.

How long has it been frozen? If the ice thickness in some place is not thick enough, you will fall into the bottomless cold sea!
And crossing three nautical miles "at sea" without knowing for sure whether the port was also frozen.

The vast ocean under the long night was full of unknowns. To be honest, under the circumstances at that time, making such a judgment and giving such an order was no different from letting everyone on the ship die with him.

But Tyrion relied on his eloquence, reasoning, intimidation, threats and coercion, and finally persuaded the more than 300 people on the ship to abandon the ship and set foot on the sea that had just frozen and headed towards Eastwatch.

Analyzing from the perspective of the strongest form of smart people - hindsight, Tyrion's judgment at the time was undoubtedly correct, but the risks he took at the time were also extremely terrible.

These three hundred people stepped onto the sea in the unknown, carrying only some dry food and torches.

During their time, they met other ships on the icy sea, and Tyrion persuaded the captains of several other nearby ships. Some agreed, some disagreed, some joined, and some were persuaded to return to the ship with sufficient supplies.

After all, not everyone is willing to take the risk of crossing three nautical miles of newly formed ice.

So Tyrion and several other captains finally took only one-third of the fleet, a team of about 1,500 warship guards and sailors. They agreed to use the torch of the lighthouse as a signal after arriving at Eastwatch.

But before Tyrion and his party even reached the port, they heard the sound of fighting behind them. They looked back and saw a strange blizzard in the south, and the catapults of the warships stranded on the ice were shooting out flames like meteors.

Then, they saw the crew members who were supposed to stay in the cabin running desperately on the ice towards the Great Wall, and chasing them were the White Walkers riding on various strange monsters and the zombies that followed.
The originally cautious sea exploration instantly turned into a chaotic sea escape.

Tyrion's short legs really exerted all their strength and ran as fast as they could without risking their lives, so that they did not become the soul killed by the sword of the White Walker pursuers.

This raid was not only unexpected by the maritime patrol fleet, but also completely unexpected by the East Sea Watch garrison.

There were already a huge tide of zombies appearing in the north of Donghaiwang City. During the defense of the city, the defenders placed heavy troops on the Great Wall and in the north of the city. But who could have imagined that a tide of zombies would appear from the sea and from the south, twice as many as those in the north of the city.

Caught off guard, Tyrion, who had just returned from the south of the city, and Glendon Hewitt, who was originally in charge of guarding the south of the city and was promoted among the Night's Watch, became the temporary commanders of the south city's barbican.

The two of them did a pretty good job of defending at the beginning, but as the number of zombies increased, the defense of the south city, which had not been taken seriously in the first place, soon ran out of fuel.

Because Donghaiwang is an important supply station on the Great Wall, although the wall of the southern wall of the city wall is built high, it has several gates with large openings.

During the stressful battle to defend the city, during the long tug of war and the seemingly endless attack of the zombies, the commander Janos Slynt, who was in charge of guarding one of the city gates, was frightened by the zombies' tactics of climbing up the city like ants. He abandoned the defending troops in the city gate and fled directly to the Great Wall.

This caused one of the gates of the southern wall of the city to be quickly lost, and a tide of corpses poured into the city like a tide from the lost gate.

This was the scene Viserys saw when he arrived at Eastwatch.

Half of the city wall in the south of the city had been lost. Thousands of zombies poured into the city, huddled together like ants, and gradually eroded the defenders' line.

The pits in the city wall could not stop them. The zombies did not hesitate at all when filling the ditches, not to mention the traps between the sheep and horse walls. They were not afraid of death at all. As soon as the previous batch consumed the fuel in the trap, the next batch would continue to fill it up.

And the humans who are killed will soon become one of them.

It feels like a zombie siege.

Without an ice dragon to hook Viserys, the White Walker's ground troops would be defeated by Viserys' dragon breath.

At this point, the Shadow Tower was in urgent need of help, and Viserys no longer had any thoughts of testing the capabilities of the mortal troops in Eastwatch. They were able to hold out for a day and a night before the southern wall fell, facing a fearless tide of zombies that outnumbered them without Viserys' help, which showed their tenacity.

After this battle, although the war was not over yet, Viserys had a good idea of ​​the strength of both the defenders of the Great Wall and the enemy. When he arrived at Eastwatch, he no longer held back and immediately raised a gust of wind and blew out a fierce breath to clean up the corpses pouring in from the collapsed area of ​​the south wall.

After the giant dragon joined the battle, it instantly crushed the enemy. Not only did the tide of zombies pour into half of the south wall, but even the defenders were blown away by the strong winds created by the giant dragon and were unable to react at all.

What followed was almost a one-sided crushing of the zombie tide by Viserys. The strong wind he created by flapping his wings completely enveloped half of the city. Two huge hurricanes that suddenly formed were like two blenders, crushing the entire area of ​​the city occupied by zombies into pieces.

Then the dragon's fiery breath turned the two hurricanes into fire tornadoes, sweeping and igniting everything it passed through like a washing machine.

"Gods above!"

This scene stunned Tyrion, who was hiding in the killing hole in the wall of the city wall on the west side of the city and risking his head out in the strong wind to observe the dragon battle through a telescope.

Ever since Viserys landed on Dragonstone, he had heard from more than one person about the power of dragons. He even heard that the king rode a dragon to burn his hometown, Casterly Rock, into a volcano. But this battle against the White Walkers by the East Sea was actually the first time Tyrion saw King Viserys's dragon demonstrate its power. He was both terrified and excited.

At this moment, he thought of the dragon stories he had read in books in his childhood and his imagination of dragons. He also thought that it was this dragon that wiped out the Lannister family name from the Westerly. For a moment, he felt so complicated that he didn't know what words to use to describe it.

In just over forty heartbeats, Tyrion saw that the part of the city occupied by the zombies had been destroyed into ruins. There was almost no living thing in the ruins, only some charred, burning, strange corpses piled up in piles and towers.

Just like Jingguan.

After dealing with the tide of zombies in the city, the three-headed dragon flapped its wings and flew at a terrifying speed to the blizzard formed by the army of white walkers outside the city.

Tyrion quickly jumped off the box in the window next to the killing hole in the city wall, and quickly stepped over the soldiers who dared not leave the hole. He went straight to the top of the city wall, holding up a telescope and looking at the huge body that was looming in the blizzard in the sky.

Countless fireballs and lightning like meteorites and thunderstorms attacked from the majestic body of the dragon towards the blizzard where the army of the white walkers was.

Tyrion couldn't see clearly through the snow, but he could still feel its terrible destructive and oppressive power.

Suddenly, he realized: "The White Walkers are retreating. Where are they retreating to?"

Tyrion was also a veteran who had fought in the battlefield and had fought Stannis's siege at night in King's Landing. So in the battle against the White Walker corpses, he estimated that the White Walker siege force that would be blocked by the wall of fire and wildfire was about 20,000 to 30,000.

Because the White Walker army was hidden in the blizzard, Tyrion could not see through the blizzard to count them, but based on the intensity of the siege and the number of corpses filling the ditches, with one batch after another being burned, he estimated that this batch of White Walker troops raiding from the south should be between 20,000 and 30,000.

Tyrion still didn't know the number of White Walker troops north of Eastwatch.

When this number was estimated, he couldn't help but curse "Seven levels of hell!".

Because this means that the White Walkers attacking Eastwatch by the Sea dispatched a force ten times that of the defenders, which is 40,000 to 50,000, or possibly even more. And this is just one castle, Eastwatch by the Sea. What about the other castles?

There are nineteen castles on the Wall. If the White Walkers in each castle have ten times as many defenders as White Walkers, then the number of White Walker troops is too horrifying.

Tyrion remembered that some time ago, he heard from Cotter Pyke, the commander-in-chief of Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, that he had gone to Castle Black for a meeting. King Viserys estimated that the three levels of the White Walker strength would be 300,000, 500,000, and 1 million respectively.

Now it seems that these three levels are not an exaggeration at all.

At least based on the information Tyrion has received from all sides, he estimates that the total number of troops dispatched by the White Walker army this time should be around 300,000, and it is said that there are also seven damn ice dragons.

Tyrion felt inexplicably regretful. He was on the sea when the battle took place, and did not see what the ice dragon of the White Walker described by his brothers in the Night's Watch in Eastwatch looked like.

"Damn it!" He made up his mind. "Now that the ship is gone, I have to find a job on the city wall so I can stand high and see far. As it is now, I am completely blind to the whole battle situation."

Never mind what Tyrion was thinking.

However, Viserys personally joined the battle, and the army of white walkers that attacked Eastwatch immediately split into several groups and began to disperse in a scattered manner, retreating separately under the cover of the blizzard.

Viserys wanted to keep all the White Walkers outside the city.

But the White Walkers and the zombies are not like human armies. They will not surrender in an organized manner.

Even though Viserys is extremely strong and has a huge body, anyone who knows anything about war understands one thing: capturing tens of thousands of pigs is much more difficult than capturing tens of thousands of people.

What's more, they are an organized army like the White Walkers and the Wights, which are protected by blizzards.

Unless there is cooperation from the human army in encirclement and suppression, a three-headed dragon and bombers alone will not be enough.

After driving the White Walkers in the south to a certain distance, Viserys turned around and was about to go to the north of the city to provide support.

But they heard bursts of cheers coming from the Donghaiwang city wall.

When he flew to a high place, as expected, the White Walkers and the zombies in the north of the city began to retreat under the cover of the blizzard.

At this moment, Viserys suddenly felt something in his heart. He looked back at the blizzard that was gradually dispersing after the White Walker army retreated in the south, and saw that among the large number of corpses left after his previous indiscriminate attack, there was a strange White Walker corpse. After being killed, it was burning with a strange dark blue flame.

Viserys was curious, so he flew to a ball of blue flame and looked at it carefully.

Before seeing it with the naked eye, Viserys found that he could hardly sense the existence of the strange flame. Upon closer observation, he could find that the flame had almost no magical fluctuations.

But within a certain range, you can feel the cold air blowing towards you, it's terribly cold.

Looking at the corpse of the White Walker with strange flames burning on it, judging from the corpse, it should have been struck to death by Viserys's most powerful lightning at present, and the cause of death was being struck by the magic of lightning.

The electric current mixed with powerful storm magic caused the magic center in this special White Walker's body to react to the aggressiveness of the storm magic, and the magic disorder caused spontaneous combustion.

Judging from the appearance, this White Walker seems to be no different from other White Walkers. They all wear black ice armor, have withered and pale bodies, and are cold elf-like creatures.

But this kind of White Walker was undoubtedly the special White Walker that the Three-Eyed Raven described that he had never seen before.

Viserys could not feel the magical fluctuations from the strange dark blue cold flames that erupted from its corpse, and if the flames were dense enough and spread over a large enough area, Viserys was sure that it would block Viserys' magical perception.

It seems that even the Three-Eyed Raven cannot confirm the situation in the direction of the Shadow Tower, and it must be these White Walkers who are causing trouble.

"Strange fire," the three-eyed crow suddenly appeared, his eyes fixed on the strange white walker that Viserys was observing, "The magic composition of this cold flame is very strange, and it does not match my cognition. Can you see anything?"

"You doubt my magic?"

"When you first came to this world, the strange power from another world was extracted by the conceptualized song. This is probably something new that the God of Cold got from you after studying the magic power. This can explain why it does not conform to the cognition of this world, and probably does not conform to your cognition. This is not surprising, He has always been the one among us who has a more creative understanding of power."

Viserys tried to touch the flame with his dragon breath, and the flame instantly dissipated: "It seems that its special feature is that it blocks our perception. This cold air is only used against mortals."

"Quack," the Three-Eyed Raven looked at the extinguished flame and began to convey information, "I'm afraid His strategic goal has been achieved. Now all lines are retreating. Even in the direction of the Shadow Tower, the zombies are retreating to the mountains and the frozen sea. An unknown force has drilled a crack in a section of the wall at the Shadow Tower, and cold air is blowing from the west to the continent of Westeros. Jon Snow needs to go there immediately."

"I think you already know what His strategic goal is?"

"Yes." The Three-Eyed Raven said, "His next attack should be a simultaneous attack from multiple locations in the North and the Great Wall. His troops have been divided, hiding in the long night and blizzard, taking advantage of the one-day and one-night battle at the Great Wall, and quickly landed in the North from the ocean and entered the inland."

"Can I know His troop deployment and location from you?"

"Unfortunately, since the beacon tower collapsed, my vision in the north has become increasingly difficult to penetrate the blizzard created by His army. I can only provide you with the movements of His army in the north one day or half a day ago. Unless His army has reached a certain heart tree, I have already lost it."

".Why is your control over the North so poor?"

"If the White Walker army reaches your southern border one day, I hope to hear these words from your mouth again."

"Let's talk about something useful to the situation. This defense exposed many problems."

"Of course, I deeply agree with this."

(End of this chapter)