Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 268: The Destruction of Kaho City
"Torches!"

"where?"

"There, northwest, they're heading towards the tenant farmers' village!"

At the fortress of Kaho, the white sun-bright flag of the Karstark family fluttered in the cold wind under the torchlight on the city wall. One of the guards on duty on the city wall saw in the night that in the long night, there were clusters of torches in the snowy fields outside the city, like stars, moving in the darkness from the snowy forest far outside the castle to the tenant village in the northwest of the castle, which had been emptied into the castle.

"White Walker?"

"Fool, hold up the torches, they are people!" The guards of the Karstark family began to look carefully and count, "At least a hundred torches!"

"Stark's army?" another man exclaimed in surprise. "They are coming?"

"It may be a scout. You stay here and I will go to the city to inform the Earl."

The guard on duty immediately set off, took out a small torch from his waist, lit it with the big torch on the city wall, and then ran into the castle.

Karstark's castle was built on two steep stone hills, with the observation post and front tower in the west and the main castle in the east. The entire castle was located in a recessed area of ​​a snowy valley, and to the east was the famous cliffs of the North. This was a typical noble mountain castle. There was only a wooden covered bridge between the front tower and the main castle. In the era of cold weapons, such a fortress could be called a nightmare for siege fighters.

The person in charge of Carhor now is Lord Alf Karstark of the Karstark family. He is the uncle of Earl Rickard Karstark who was beheaded by Robb.

After Rickard was summoned by Robb, Alf was appointed acting lord of the city. Later, Rickard was executed by Robb for treason in Riverrun, and Harion, the only heir to Carhor, was captured by the Lannisters and imprisoned in King's Landing.

This family change made the acting lord Arf suddenly have second thoughts. When Lannister was still around, Arf wanted to join the Targaryen side, but his purpose was not to really join, but to use the name of supporting Targaryen to let Lannister execute Harion of King's Landing, and then let his eldest son Cregan Karstark marry Rickard's only remaining daughter, Ali Karstark, to obtain the inheritance of Carhor.

However, the situation changed so fast that the Northern lords who were delayed in receiving the news did not have time to react. Before Arf could catch up with the Targaryens, Roose Bolton returned with the title of Warden of the North from King's Landing. The first people he tried to win over were Karstark. Roose saw what Arf was thinking and secretly promised not to let Harion return to the North.

Arf was a thief who was old and still alive, a thief with only secret wishes in his heart. He didn't believe in the long night or the White Walkers at all. He was young and the Targaryen dynasty was in decline. After much thought, he felt that the North was too far away and the Targaryen dynasty couldn't reach that far or that fast. He was also worried that he would never see the day when his tribe officially took over the city of Carhor, so he turned to cooperate with Roose.

But his only goal was to inherit the city of Carhor, so under the pretext of seeking justice for Earl Rickard, he sent those people in Carhor who were loyal to Rickard and might threaten his plans to help Roose Bolton.

But the changing situation made it impossible for the old man to keep up.

Just as they supported Roose Bolton, the flag on the northern city walls changed to Stark again. The Karstark family unknowingly became a typical diehard in the North.

God have mercy on him, Lord Arf just wanted his own line to take over the city of Carhor, and he had no intention of opposing the Targaryens or the Starks. He would support whoever could help him fulfill his last wish before his death.

He didn't want the situation to come to this point, but he was powerless.

Alf is now deeply regretful. If he had insisted on his first judgment after receiving the letter from Targaryen, he would have been able to rely on the first batch of dragon followers in the North to facilitate the marriage between Cregan and Ali, and then be supported as a typical dragon follower.

But one wrong step leads to another, and now Karstark has reached a desperate situation under the guidance of Alf, who is leading the small clan on behalf of the big clan and has wrong implementation methods, which is not honorable.

When the news came that the Targaryen and Stark coalition had recaptured Winterfell, Arf was so regretful. He wanted to surrender, but he didn't know why. In the end, after receiving the letter of surrender, he could only awkwardly say that Karstark would fight the Long Night in his own way.

God knows, Alf was just trying to delay time, racking his brains to find a solution that would not cause too much damage. But after that letter, there was no more news, and before he could confirm the current attitude of Winterfell, two heavy snowfalls and the long night came.

When two heavy snowfalls blocked the roads and Alf could not send messengers or scouts to inquire, he was so anxious that he couldn't sleep. But when he saw that the long night was coming, he was no longer anxious.

Seeing the long night coming, Alf ordered the blockade of the fortress of Kaho City and the inventory of supplies. In the name of fighting against the long night, he directly bypassed the certification of the king and lords and claimed the title of Earl of Kaho City. He did not need to wait for any heirs to inherit and directly sat on the position of Earl.

People's brain circuits are really complicated. Alf is already very old, with a thin body, hunched back and haggard expression. Such an old man has put a lot of thought and calculations into the title of Earl of Kaho City, but in the end, he relied on the long night and the fact that everyone in the North, from nobles to civilians, knew the horror of the long night, and relied on something that people feared more, to proclaim himself Earl.

Alf was a northerner, so he certainly knew something about the legend of the Long Night: the world was cold and dark, people grew up in the cold winter and died in the cold winter, and the White Walkers descended on the earth and slaughtered all living things in sight.

But these fears are not important to an old man like Alf. What is important is the position of earl. He must see his family obtain the position of earl of Kaho before he dies.

In fact, the city of Cahoe was completely controlled by Alf, but the old man himself could not get over the hurdle of "legitimate" in his heart, and his eldest son Clegane could not hold back. Earl Rickard and his two sons died in the south, and the only eldest son heir was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

As a branch of the family, the family title that was originally unthinkable is within his reach. Creggan is not a man with a sense of honor, so how could he not be jealous?

So when Alf only asked tentatively at the meeting of the butlers, maesters, and knights in the castle to discuss the situation after the long night fell, "After the death of Earl Rickard, the life and death of Harion, the heir of Carhor City, is unknown. Now that the long night has come, I think Miss Ali should take on the family responsibility like Arya Stark. What do you think?"

Alf just tried it carefully. Ali Karstark was just a 15-year-old girl. She was really powerless in Kaho City.

Those who were loyal to the clan were all sent to Winterfell by Alf and died on the battlefield with Roose Bolton. At this time, everyone knew what it meant to propose that Ali inherit the title.

Cregan took over the conversation directly: "The night is critical. Miss Yali is just a little girl. Can she bear such a heavy responsibility? In my opinion, what Kaho City needs now is a powerful earl, a real northern man!"

As he spoke, he put Lord Karstark's crown and cloak on Alf.

Except for the scholar who murmured in a low voice, no one in Kaho City objected.

Just... let's just regard it as the appearance of all living beings in the long night in a sense, or it can be regarded as a kind of "shining stars of humanity".

However, the guards on duty on the city wall reported the news of a group of people with torches outside the city to the castle. Earl Alf was eating roasted lamb by the fireplace at the time. When he heard the news, his eyes almost popped out of his head: "Are the coalition forces coming?"

The guard replied, "There are only about a hundred torches. They are too far away and it is dark, so we cannot confirm their identities."

Creggan is a rough man from the North with thick hair and beard. "Don't panic, father. It's a cold night, it can't be the coalition army. They are going to the Wall to guard against the White Walkers that King Targaryen mentioned. How could they come to Carhor? They are probably wildlings who escaped over the Wall. Asor, take some people and go take a look."

In the North, it was not uncommon for wildlings to flee over the Great Wall. Farmers whose villages were attacked and whose food was stolen by wildlings often came to the castle to complain. Even in Winterfell, wildlings often raided farmhouses.

"Since they are wild men, why should we care about them?" asked Asor, the second son of Alf. "The tenants outside the castle have either moved into the castle to avoid the winter or fled to the south. There are no farmers to complain, so let them starve or freeze to death outside the city."

"Azor." Alf's face darkened. "What Cregan said makes sense. Take someone to have a look. If they are wildlings, don't worry about them. But what if..."

Asor reluctantly put down the lamb leg in his hand and wiped his hands: "Yes, father."

Asor was quite resentful. He stood up and followed the guard who brought the news out. He came to the garrison tower in the lower area under the castle, which was half buried in the snow, and selected a team of people from the pile of soldiers huddled around a charcoal fire.

Karstark of Kaho Castle was once considered one of the most important nobles in the North, and the territory he governed could muster four to five thousand men. But now, with the War of the Six Kings and the War in the North, his men are scarce, and there are only three hundred spearmen and one hundred riders left in the huge castle.

Like most northern castles, Kaho City also accepts some tenants to live in the winter, so there are more than a thousand noble tenants consisting of the elderly, the weak, women and children who stay in the castle for the winter. These people are the foundation of the Karstark family.

Generally speaking, there are two places in the North with winter towns, Winterfell and White Harbor, which are the best places for people to avoid the winter. However, the North is too big, and there are always people who are too far away and think that they have enough food. They don't want to spend more than ten or twenty days or even more than a month driving cattle, horses and sheep, carrying bags of food accumulated in the summer, and loading carts full of apples in the autumn to the distant Winterfell or White Harbor.

In these remote areas, most of the northern self-cultivating farmers, local hunters, and mountain people usually gather in the long hall of the village in winter. The long hall is a landmark building in large villages in the north. It can usually accommodate about fifty people. In winter, it is usually filled with haystacks and firewood piles, and sufficient measures are taken to prevent cold and keep warm. There are animal pens, cellars, and living areas for humans. Farmers and domestic livestock who cannot move away usually live in it in winter.

Of course, the so-called big villages in the North are very different from what many people imagine. Generally, a village with a few families, a dozen or twenty people, a few farmhouses, fences, a few cattle and horses, and a long hall and a watchtower can be called a "big village" in the North. The farm with only one family that was burned down when Theon was chasing Bran and his men was the norm for self-employed farmers in the North.

It is sad to say that Alf, the current self-proclaimed Earl of Kaho, actually desires the title of Earl of the Karstark family, which has a population of over 10,000 in the North and can recruit 4,000 to 5,000 strong men in its jurisdiction.

He is now the Earl of Kaho, but the troops he can muster are less than one-tenth of those in his most prosperous period. To say that the population in his jurisdiction has been halved is an exaggeration.

The only thing left that still reminds us of its former glory is the wealth accumulated by Karstark in Kaho.

The reason why Alf still wanted to pursue the position of earl was largely because he believed that relying on the accumulation of Kaho City, they could survive the long night - after all, the winter reserves in Kaho City were prepared according to the family's heyday.

"Maester Morka, why are you here?"

In the stable, Asor unexpectedly ran into the maester.

The other party obviously didn't expect to meet Azor here, and asked in surprise: "What happened?"

Asor's previous question was just a casual one. When he heard the scholar's question, he answered frankly, "A group of wild men appeared outside the city. I'm going to take a look." Then he shouted in the stable, "Where are the grooms and stable boys? Prepare twenty horses for me."

"Lord Asor," the groom came out of the side room with a panicked and pale face, his eyes wandering, "I am here..."

Asor was depressed: "What are you doing, are you drunk? I asked you to prepare the horse, didn't you hear me?"

But the groom's eyes kept wandering, falling on the scholar. At this time, a horse boy in thick clothes came over and said in a muffled voice: "Master, it's time to prepare the horse for the master."

The old groom bared his teeth and said, "Yes, yes, sir."

After saying that, he went to the stable with a sullen face to prepare the saddle and windproof hood.

Asor was fat. Seeing that the old groom had obeyed him and went to work, he was very angry after walking in the snowy courtyard. He could not help cursing, "Damn it, it's freezing cold. Even the grooms are resting in the fireplace room, but I have to go out of the city to freeze. What are you standing there for? Bring me a chair." As he spoke, he ordered the people who had just put on cold-proof clothes and hurriedly hid in the stable to avoid the cold to bring him a chair.

At this time, Asor turned his gaze to the castle's maester again: "By the way, Maester Moka, what are you doing here?"

"Me?" the maester replied calmly. "The weather was too cold. Five tenants who were taking shelter from the winter froze to death yesterday. I came to borrow a horse for the undertaker to carry the bodies out and dispose of them."

"Damn the long night," Asor cursed again, and then added, "Bury it farther away."

The maester continued, "My lord, according to the Targaryen royal family and the Citadel of Oldtown, it is better to burn the body."

"Maester Moka, what nonsense are you talking about? It's so cold that it's not enough to keep the living warm, let alone the dead. Not to mention that we northerners have the custom of burying the dead. Now the soil is frozen thick, so we can just find a forest to bury them in the snow. Isn't that what we used to do in winter?"

The maester said, "But the Citadel says that the White Walkers can resurrect the dead."

"Oh, White Walkers, damn White Walkers!" Asor shook his head repeatedly, "I hope King Targaryen really saw those weird things at the Wall. Maester, if the White Walkers come here to resurrect the dead, it means the Wall has collapsed. If the Wall has collapsed, what's the point of missing these four or five dead people? You should think more about the living."

"Alas." The bachelor sighed and shut up.

Soon, twenty-one horses were ready and led out of the stable. Asor stood up from his chair with a bitter face: "Why so fast? I just sat down for a while."

The old groom looked panicked: "Sir, I, I thought you——"

Asor squinted at him and said, "I don't blame you, really."

As he spoke, the new Earl's second son swayed his fat body, struggled to get on his horse, and impatiently ordered the twenty riders he had selected: "Move on!"

He did not hesitate and quickly went out of the stable door covered with three layers of windproof woolen cloth in the cold wind.

The old groom watched the Earl's second son leave with a sad face. When he saw that everyone had left, he immediately turned around and knelt down to beg for mercy: "Miss, you heard me, I didn't say anything!"

"I'm sorry, old master." But the stable boy replied in a muffled voice, "You are also an old man by my father's side. I won't kill you, but please inform my great uncle after I leave the city and go far away. Tell him that one day, I will come back and take back my castle with my own hands like Lord Arya did!"

The old groom's face turned green: "This, this."

But the stable boy soon stopped paying attention to him and looked at the maester: "Maester Moka, let's go!"

The maester lowered his head and shook his head: "Miss, I help you because your brother or you are the legal heir of Kaho City. But I am a maester, and a maester should stay in the castle to give advice to the lord. This is my duty."

"Are you confused, Maester? You helped me. Lord Alf would have killed you if you stayed."

"If that's the case, I have done my duty."

"you--"

"Go ahead, young lady. When you get out, just dump the body in the woods. That's how they deal with it. Once it snows, the body will be buried."

Ali Karstark couldn't understand the other person's thoughts, but seeing that the other person was determined, she could only give up communicating. She turned back and took out the dagger hidden in her sleeve and said, "Master, can you help me load the body onto the cart?"

It must be said that, perhaps because of the bitter cold in the North, most women here are more practical. There are many female warriors like Lady Barbare, Arya, and the daughters of the Mormont family. This Miss Arya is also a woman who dares to risk her life and leave the city of Carhor in the long night.

Although the underlying need that gave her the courage and motivation to do this was still the intrigues in the noble family - she planned to go to the Wall and seek justice from King Targaryen.

But such practical female warriors are indeed common in Northern families.

The plan is bold and risky, but the success rate is extremely high.

Shortly after Asor led twenty people out of the castle, Ali Karstark had dressed herself up as a gravedigger wrapped in a black woolen hood, driving a skinny old horse pulling a cart with five corpses on it, slowly crossing the creaking wooden covered bridge and arriving in front of the tower.

Almost no guards came out of the room at the city gate to check. They just took a look at the window, then pulled the noose with curses, allowing the carriage representing death and the people who buried the bodies to pass.

She was nervous, but the only communication she had with the guards from beginning to end was a servile bow. She just drove the carriage away from the heavily defended city of Kaho.

After leaving the city gate, she walked down the hillside along the snowy road. She paid attention to the footprints of Asor's men and horses. She could vaguely see the black shadows of more than 20 riders who did not hold torches to hide their bodies. She confirmed the direction and deliberately took the opposite route with the other party.

But she was not familiar with driving the cart, and she did not follow the tracks of the corpse-carrying cart. As soon as she entered the snowy field, the cart full of corpses sank into the snow. No matter how she drove, the skinny old horse could not cross over. She would have to ride the old horse to escape later, and she was reluctant to hit it too hard. Seeing that the cart was stuck, she simply got off and helped the horse unload the cart with great difficulty. Then she rode on it, roughly determined the direction, and rode away in the night.

The cart carrying five bodies was abandoned in the snow, with no one paying attention to it.

As for Asor, when his twenty riders arrived at the tenant village where the guards had discovered more than a hundred torches had entered, all that was left were rows of dense footprints.

"From the traces, it seems that they were searching for food in the farmhouse, but in the end they found nothing. They only took away the door panels and the dry straw of the hut."

Judging from the footprints, there were quite a few people on the other side, and their footsteps were chaotic in the snow. There should be hundreds of them.

The other party obviously deliberately avoided the city of Kaho and went west.

Someone asked, "Sir, do you want to chase him?"

Asor asked angrily, "They are probably just savages. Why are you chasing them? Do you want to marry a savage woman or something?"

"Sir, there is someone here!"

The scouts were experienced and found that there were many sets of footprints leading to a farmhouse, and finally stopped in the farmhouse cellar, only entering but not exiting. So they quickly captured a dozen people from the cellar.

Asor rode up to the captured man and asked, "Wild man?"

"No, no," the leader said in a panic, "We are sailors. We are sailors from the Manderlay family's cargo ship. We are islanders from the Three Sisters Islands, not savages."

"Haha, sailor?" Asor couldn't help but laugh dryly. The nearest sea area was thirty leagues away. "Where is your cargo ship? Why can't I see it?"

"It is true, sir. Our ship was frozen in the sea, and we had no choice but to walk over the ice."

"We have been walking for a long time and are very tired. We wanted to take a rest and then go to Kaho City to report the intelligence we found. My lord, they are coming, the White Walkers!"

The "sailors" were talking to each other.

"Haha, White Walkers!" Asor thought it was funny enough to meet people who claimed to be sailors here, but he didn't expect to hear something even funnier from them. "So you were driven here from the sea by the White Walkers, right?"

"Yes, my lord." The leader was very excited. "They are all crazy. They want to walk to Winterfell through the snow on foot. Obviously, Carhor City is right in front of them. They are all crazy."

Athor asked, "Why are they going to Winterfell? Aren't you from Manderly?"

"My lord, there is Rickon Stark in the team!"

"Who?"

"Rickon Stark!"

With a flash of white light, the speaking "sailor" had his throat cut by the cold sword. He fell to the ground face down, blood spurting out, dyeing the crushed white snow red.

Asor wiped the blade casually and said, "I hate it most when people play tricks on me. Do you think I'm stupid?" He glanced at the trembling crowd with a cold gaze, "Tell me, where are you from?"

No one dared to answer.

Asor held out his sword and began to call the names: "You, speak!"

The sailor who was pointed out was so frightened that he wet his pants and felt a chill in his lower body. He stammered, "Sir, it's true. We came from - ah!"

Asor put the tip of his sword in front of him: "Hmm?" Seeing that the other party was frightened, he let him continue, "Go on."

"We really came from the sea. Don't kill me!"

Asor put his tongue against his teeth and puffed out a word from between his teeth: "Damn it!" He realized that the other party might be telling the truth, "Go on."

The other party continued: "We walked for a long time. We walked on the ice from the sea, found a flat beach to land, and then walked through the jungle and snowfield. We were too tired to walk anymore, so we left the team here while peeing. We wanted to rest here, wait for them to leave, and then go to Kaho City for help, and tell the noble lord of the castle the intelligence in exchange for a chance to survive."

"White Walkers," Asor licked his dry lips, "Talk about White Walkers."

"After we climbed onto the coast, we saw a blizzard coming from the sea. It was a very strange and slow blizzard. The knight who was left behind said that he saw a dense army of White Walkers and corpses in the blizzard, and urged us to leave quickly. Although I didn't see it, I heard him talk about the White Walker army in the blizzard."

"Damn it!" Asor raised his head and looked at the dark night sky. He felt that the cold wind blowing from the northern jungle suddenly became several degrees colder. He asked again, "What happened to Rickon Stark?"

"That's right," the frightened sailor spoke more fluently than ever before, pouring out everything he knew like pouring beans.

They didn't know much, except that they had risked sailing to Skagos Island in the long night and brought back a boy with a wolf named Rickon Stark. They had a rough guess, but they didn't know the details.

Hearing this, Asor gritted his teeth and said, "You, take them back to the castle and present them to the Earl. The rest of you, split into two teams. One team will go back along their footprints to confirm whether the damn White Walker army is real, and the other team will follow me to chase this group of people."

Someone backed out: "Lord Asor, there are nearly a hundred of them, including knights from the Manderly family. Should we wait for the Earl?"

"How far have they come? We are on horseback, so no matter how strong the knight is, it will be useless. Follow me to chase them!" Although Asor may not be smart about some small things, he is of noble birth after all, and he knows very well what Rickon Stark represents to the current "New Karstark House".

The twenty defenders Asor led out of the city were quickly divided into three groups. Two of them were responsible for leading the "sailors" back to the castle. Five of the other eighteen had good eyesight and followed the footprints to investigate. The remaining thirteen followed Asor and followed the footprints to chase the sailors.

There is a dense forest to the northwest of Kaho City, and the footsteps became disordered once we entered the forest.

At this time, Asor realized that the door panels and straw taken away from the village were used to clear footprints and disrupt traces in the snow. The other party should have brought heavy objects, but there was no way to cut wood in the ice and snow, so they risked looking for villages to find things like wooden boards to carry heavy objects.

The other party was obviously afraid of the Karstark family, otherwise they would definitely ask for help from the castle. But this was obviously a series of consequences caused by the attitude shown by the city of Kaho after the defeat of Lus.

"Damn it!" Asor chased into the dense forest and was soon led astray by the deliberately created chaos.

It took a long time to deploy troops in the dense forest. He estimated the opponent's speed in his mind and regretted it for a moment. If he had left the city earlier, perhaps
"North!" At this time, one of the people who spread the paper came back to report, "We found new footprints in the north, very new!"

Asor heaved a sigh of relief and quickly blew the whistle to gather the men to chase after them.

Soon, a dozen riders gathered together and chased deep into the dense forest.

But when they arrived at the place where the tracks were found, an experienced scout in the team suddenly realized something was wrong: "No, why are there wheel tracks here?"

Upon closer inspection, there was indeed a layer of faint tire tracks in the frozen ice near the new footprints. The tracks had obviously been covered by windblown snowflakes and re-condensed ice crystals for some time.

New steps.

Old wheel tracks.

Asor vaguely sensed a hidden sense of uneasiness, and a tension that was almost fearful was spreading in the cold wind.

"Damn it, this is where the dead are buried!" a rider cursed.

Since this is where the bodies of those who died of freezing in the castle were thrown, the question arises.

Where's the body?
At this moment, all the legends suddenly came to mind, and there seemed to be an indescribable and terrifying atmosphere in the darkness around the familiar forest that made people's hair stand on end.

The eerie north wind made the shadows of the trees rustle in the woods, and it seemed as if some hideous living creature was secretly watching in the thick darkness of the night.

"We must have been chasing in the wrong direction," someone said.

"Sir, should we retreat?" someone asked.

The frosty forest seemed to whisper in my ears, and the war horses felt uneasy and breathed hard.

Everyone looked at Asor, waiting for his order.

Asor looked at the fresh footprints in the forest, and felt a chill wrapped around his body on his back that even his mink coat could not resist. It was terribly cold.

At this moment, Asor realized that something was wrong. He just wanted to turn his horse around and flee back to Kaho City, but what he said was: "Someone has to go and see where these footsteps lead to."

No one said a word, and the forest was suddenly filled with a chill. These riders were all veterans who had fought in the battlefield, but they had never been so frightened before, fearing that Asor would call out their names.

The second son of the earl continued, "Climb up the sloping ridge ahead, take a look and come back, one gold dragon."

After the tenants arrived, coins had more uses in the castle, and were no longer just gambling chips. As a reward for scouting, one gold royal was considered a great reward.

As expected, there are still brave men who come forward under the heavy reward. An old voice sounded: "I will go."

The cloak covered the old man's face, but Asor could see the fear and greed in his eyes. "Very well, who else?"

Then three more came out.

They took torches from their waists, lit them with flints, held them high in their hands, and spurred their horses forward.

Asor and the remaining riders no longer thought about hiding. They lit torches and stood quietly in the woods, watching the few people following the footprints deeper into the woods and gradually going farther and farther away.

When they were only a tiny spark in Asor's eyes, they began to climb and reached a not very high ridge.

Finally, they stopped under a large sentinel tree, apparently to observe the situation beyond the ridge.

Changes occur suddenly.

The sparks on the ridge went out in an instant.

The scout on the ridge seemed to be swallowed up by a dark beast with its mouth wide open.

Asor's heartbeat slowed down as the spark went out.

The cold wind blowing from the north seemed to be mixed with screams of terror.

The wind became stronger and stronger, like a knife cutting.

The air seemed to suddenly become ten degrees colder.

Several shadows suddenly emerged from the darkness on both sides of the woods where they were.

"what!"

"what!"

"do not come!"

Until his death, Asor had no idea how the enemy had managed to get to them silently. He only saw huge, strange pale spiders rushing out from the darkness of the woods. He couldn't even tell whether they appeared from the snow or the treetops. Then he saw the spiders spit out white glowing silk, which trapped him and his horse in a web.

The horse let out a shrill cry.

Asor also let out a scream that was not like a human voice.

When Asor fell off his horse and sat up to look around, he saw a tall and strange figure, gaunt and resolute like a withered skeleton, with skin as pale as milk, holding up a very thin crystal fragment on the spider that was rushing towards him. The fragment emitted a faint and strange blue light, as thin as a blade and as bright as moonlight.

Asor subconsciously raised his sword to block.

But he only heard a strange sound of "Chuang". His throat was icy cold, and his brain seemed to be immersed in ice water. In an instant, his thinking stopped and his mind froze.

At the very end, the last thought in his mind was that what he held in his hand was not a steel sword, but a torch that was cut in two by a sharp blade.

The wind is freezing and the chill is bone-chilling.

The darkness of the long night quickly swallowed up the few flames in the forest, and the cold forest fell silent again, as if nothing had happened.

If someone were to look down from the sky at this moment, they could easily see that in the dense forest to the north of Kaho City, a huge snowstorm was slowly but all-consumingly approaching Kaho City from the northwest and northeast directions.

Two hours after what happened here ended, Viserys learned from the Three-Eyed Raven that the city of Kahor was destroyed and no one survived.

(End of this chapter)