Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 250 - Finally, we encountered living people!

Swift and efficient.

The moment the blade pierced the White Walker's heart, azure flames erupted from deep within its body.

Before it could even let out a scream, it met its death in the azure flames.

It fell.

However, the thin mist still lingered around Wu Chen.

There might have been a brief opening, but only for a moment, before Hera resumed her rapid chanting, replenishing the magic that had been rendered ineffective during the battle.

The marching ghouls thus came to a halt.

Having lost their leader, they lost their direction—some of the ghouls paused for a moment before continuing forward. But others wandered aimlessly like headless flies, or even stood still in place.

"Keep watch for me." Hera strode forward and placed the doll's fingers on the burning carcass of the dead White Walker. The eerie blue magical flames naturally had no effect on her, and she quickly imprinted several magical runes adapted to the local environment onto the White Walker's remains.

Her brows furrowed slightly.

"How's the situation?" Wu Chen looked around and asked casually.

“Something’s strange.” Hera frowned slightly. “It doesn’t have any special magical connection, or maybe I just haven’t found it yet—no, that’s not right. There’s no information exchange… This White Walker isn’t a command node?”

It is not a command node.

It can control these ghouls, but it is insignificant in the overall ghoul march—it is an officer, but not the communications officer it should be serving as, and its death will not attract the attention of the ghoul march commander.

The motionless or chaotic wights suddenly froze. The next moment, the army's order returned to them—the Others needed no commander, no leader to command them. The disappearance of the 'officers' had caused temporary chaos, but at this moment, some higher-level command mechanism was already at work with this undead army!
They headed in the same direction once again, heading south once more—they passed over the White Walker's corpse, even though it had been suddenly killed and was still burning faintly—they ignored it, as if this White Walker, whose fighting power was at least equivalent to thirty ordinary wights, was no different from an ordinary wight in the eyes of its commander!

If someone dies, they die; there's no need to pay attention to it.

Another army of the dead, led by Others, soon approached and naturally took over the unclaimed army, making the ranks of the dead even stronger.

My heart skipped a beat.

Wu Chen turned his head and glanced at Hera beside him—the witch was completely unaware of this, but Wu Chen clearly sensed that something ominous was approaching and about to descend!

"Senior, I—" He has a body, he has a heartbeat. Perhaps that's why he can sense things she can't immediately perceive.

His words were still on the tip of his tongue, and he hadn't even formed a complete sentence yet—

"I understand, let's go!"

Hera's reaction speed was extraordinary.

She glanced sharply at the northern sky, then pulled Wu Chen along and sped south—the thin mist surrounding them dissipated slightly due to the sudden increase in speed. Some of the more sensitive undead noticed the anomaly and let out low, hoarse roars.

Something invisible suddenly descended.

Invisible and vast. It arrived the minute after the two broke away from the undead march, silently descending upon the center of the reorganized army—its arrival was unrelated to their actions, for the vast thing merely swept and crushed the army and the land silently, without exerting any force of interference.

It's like a farmer inspecting a rice paddy that's about to ripen.

It's like a poet reading an article that's already finished.

Minor losses were insignificant; the established order only required minor adjustments. But the undead army from all directions converged and coalesced at an even faster pace than before, transforming into a dark tide sweeping southward. "That is..." The voice remained unspoken.

Wu Chen and Hera ran forward for several hundred meters and hid behind a small rocky hill.

The two men pressed their backs tightly against the rock, not daring to peek out or look behind them.

A few seconds.

The invisible sense of oppression disappeared, and Wu Chen's words, "That was..." truly left his chest.

“I don’t know.” Hera breathed silently. “What I can be sure of is that it is far stronger than the White Walker King who appeared in Nirn—many times stronger. Calling it the ‘God of the Cold’ wouldn’t be a problem.”

"...Is it God?"

“Perhaps.” Hera shook her head slightly. “But given its size, it should have been expected that it would have spotted us—we couldn’t have avoided its gaze even if we ran ten kilometers. But its attention wasn’t on us.”

"Because we are too insignificant?"

“Because we are soulless.” Hera waved her hand, already certain that the grand entity was no longer paying attention to the location of this army. “I think that’s more likely.”

perhaps.

She reached out and carved the magic runes on the boulder behind her once more.

The veiling mist reappeared, this time much denser than before—the undead army behind them had transformed from a few hundred scattered soldiers into a massive force of tens of thousands. Their elite status had definitely increased. However, their marching speed had noticeably decreased due to their regrouping.

There's been a lot more time.

The two have already confirmed some information.

The Night King may still exist, but he has clearly undergone some drastic change. Of course, it's more likely that the God of Cold, or something else of godlike strength, has appeared and taken his place, and its connection to the White Walkers is clearly weak!
It's not the Others, but something else entirely. The barbarians of Badlands have already been wiped out because of its interference. And now, it and its vast army are marching south of the Wall.

We need to take action.

We have to get there before them.

After that, Wu Chen and Hera stopped paying attention to the undead army. Instead, they sped off, crossing the Ghost Shadow Forest and heading south.

They are all very fast.

But no matter how fast you go, you can't create a time difference of more than a day.

And this means...

“I remember there was a man named Caster who built a fortress north of the Great Wall. It's right on the main road to the north. We might be able to get some intelligence from there—”

Their rapid southward journey had to be slowed down due to exhaustion. Even though food was plentiful and there were more wild animals than expected along the way, it didn't change anything.

Soon, a simple, rugged, yet massive black building came into view on the other side of the road.

And it was accompanied by an exceptionally strong smell of human habitation.

(End of this chapter)