Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 442 Blood Star

The cold wind howled in the canyon, rolling up tiny ice crystals, rustling on the heavy fur cloaks of the Thenns. The hunters of the tribe had just returned, dragging a sturdy snowfield elk. The women peeled the hide with bronze daggers, and the children fought over the still steaming liver. Old Magnar was drawing spells on the ice with elk blood, praying to the old gods for a safe hunt tomorrow.

"Listen!" The young warrior suddenly looked up, his bronze earrings swaying in the firelight, "The glacier is speaking."

Everyone was silent for a moment, only the crackling of the burning campfire could be heard.

"It's the wind." The red-haired girl laughed and kicked him, "Coward, even the sound of ice cracking -"

Click.

This time everyone heard it. It was not the usual cracking of ice, but a rhythmic, almost footstep-like cracking sound coming from the glacier at the end of the valley.

Old Magna's cloudy eyes suddenly widened. He tremblingly grabbed a handful of bone powder and sprinkled it on the fire. The flames instantly turned into a strange dark blue.

"Run." The old man's voice was as dry as the friction of dry bones. "They wake up"

The young warrior was the first to die.

The young man didn't even have time to turn around when the ice crystal sword pierced his back. The moment the tip of the sword pierced his chest, his blood froze in his veins, and spider-web-like frost patterns spread on his skin. The red-haired girl's scream was stuck in her throat. She saw that her lover's eyes turned the same blue as the terrifying creatures behind him at the moment of his death.

The warriors of Sein picked up bronze weapons, but they shattered into dust the moment they came into contact with the ice blades of those tall ancient creatures. The giants living with the tribe swung burning pine wood at the enemy, but the flames solidified three feet away from the pale bodies, and they were frozen in mid-air while still leaping.

"Vog! Run!" Old Magna said to the giant who had lived with the tribe for more than ten years in fear, "Take the children with you!"

An ice blade pierced his throat, and the leader's blood turned into ice crystals before it hit the ground. Before the old Magna's consciousness dissipated unwillingly, he saw the giant who had protected the tribe for more than ten years fall down, and he couldn't even survive a mortal.

When the last living Thenn fell, the White Walkers retreated in unison. White Walker knights riding corpse horses slowly emerged from the shadows of the glacier, their pale fingertips pointing at the corpses.

The red-haired girl felt her consciousness fading, but something even colder was injected into her veins. When she stood up trembling, she was horrified to find that her hands had turned blue-gray, and she could no longer feel the warmth of the bonfire. Around her, thousands of corpses were standing up in the same strange posture, with ghostly blue lights flickering in their eyes.

The next moment, consciousness completely dissipated.

A huge army of corpses slowly formed.

Land of Eternal Winter: Heart of Winter
The biting cold wind howled in the circular valley, forming an eerie whimpering sound. The circular ice wall was engraved with runes that were older than the Great Wall. At this moment, thousands of wights were mechanically lined up in neat rows, looking up at the ice in all directions.

Seven alien knights stood on the seven corners, their ice-blue armor condensed with frost that never melted. The leading knight raised the horn made of baby spines and blew the first note to awaken the ancient existence.

When the horn sounded in the valley for the seventh time, the White Walker Knights simultaneously thrust their ice swords into the ground. The human souls bound in the corpses began to scream, and those translucent blue light balls struggled to be sucked into the ground. Seven pulsating lights gradually lit up under the ice, like the heartbeat of a sleeping giant.

“In the name of the Long Night,” the Knights chanted in unison, the sound like ice rubbing against each other, “In the name of the prelude to the Ice Song.”

The circular ice wall began to slowly melt, revealing the ice coffins where the ice mage lords slept.

When the light from the pale sun penetrated the ice and shone on the seven ice coffins, the first crack appeared.

click-

The sound of the ice crystals breaking was particularly piercing in the dead silence. Then came the second, the third, and until all seven ice coffins exploded at the same time, ice chips flying in the air like diamond dust. The figures that stepped out of the ice coffins were taller than ordinary white walkers. Under the catalysis of the growing Ice Song, they gradually recovered their original power. When these ice mage lords woke up again, their bodies were almost as tall as giants. Their skin was not ordinary pale, but had a blue metallic luster, like ancient cold iron under the ice.

The leading lord raised his hand, and ice crystals condensed into a scepter at his fingertips. His crown was the most ancient, forged from black stone from outer space, inlaid with seven blue ice crystals, each of which sealed the soul of a hero from the ancient times.

"The night is coming. Our chance is here."

His voice did not come from his throat, but directly vibrated the air, like the roar of a glacier collapsing.

In the shadows deep in the ice cave, seven even larger ice coffins shattered.

Out of it came seven Knights of the Night, the warrior kings of the White Walkers. They were the sharpest swords of the God of Cold. Each knight's armor was made of pure ice crystals and inlaid on his chest.

When they knelt on one knee at the same time, the entire circular valley shook.

"Now, let us awaken the messenger of the long night."

The ice mage lords simultaneously announced the arrival of the long night.

The first Ice Mage Lord stood on a cliff at the edge of the Shivering Sea. He did not walk like a mortal, but was suspended in the air a few feet above the ground, with ice steps automatically condensing under his feet, leading him step by step into the icy sea.

When he put his pale hand into the sea, an astonishing scene happened.

The seawater instantly froze into ice with his finger as the center. This was not ordinary ice, but eternal ice created by magic, showing a strange dark blue color. The ice spread outward at a speed visible to the naked eye, freezing the vast sea surface in the blink of an eye.

Deep under the sea, the sleeping giant was awakened.

At first there was only a slight tremor, then spider-web-like cracks began to appear in the ice. Suddenly, an "iceberg" rose from the sea, and the Ice Mage Lord looked at the behemoth with joy.

That was not a mountain at all, but the back of an ice dragon!

The ancient creature slowly emerged from the water. It had no wings, and its body was as slender as a giant snake, covered with diamond-like ice crystal scales. When it opened its dark blue vertical pupils, what was reflected in its pupils was not the pale sun that was gradually setting in the west, but the eternal night.

"Fight for the God of Cold." The voice of the Ice Mage Lord was transmitted directly into the Ice Dragon's consciousness on the spiritual level. "Let the long night end the damn summer."

The ice dragon raised its head and roared, which was not the usual roar of a giant dragon, but a roar that could freeze the air.

A blood-red star slowly fell from the sky.

In the Red Keep of King's Landing, Maekar suddenly opened his eyes in severe pain.

His lungs still felt like they were being cut by a knife, but a stronger premonition made him struggle to sit up. Outside the window, the dusk sky was torn apart by a blood-red comet, and the light was as dazzling as a wound.

"Brynden Damion," Maekar called hoarsely, but no one answered.

(End of this chapter)