Spellcasting Gods

Moreover, because the far north is frozen year-round, the flesh on the zombies did not rot or deteriorate. At least most of them still retained their appearance before they were alive. They were so numerous that one could not see the end of the line, and it was impossible to tell whether there were tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of them.

However, quantity is not the most important factor for either side in the war. What truly determines the outcome of this war is whether the Night King or Huma has a stronger control over the dead.

In less than ten minutes, the swarming undead charged at the well-prepared army of the dead, unleashing a chaotic battle that the human world could never have imagined.

No formation!

No commands are needed!

There are no tactics whatsoever!

Some didn't even have a decent weapon, relying entirely on their bare hands, teeth, and other primitive weapons to fight.

"Interesting! They seem to be life forms made purely of energy, and they use this energy to resurrect and control the dead." Huma muttered to himself, stroking his chin.

Although he wasn't particularly good at complex thinking, he could still sense that extremely strange energy.

It's like twisting life and presenting it in a completely opposite way.

Unlike simple death energy, the White Walkers are clearly special life forms created by humans. They do not even have the ability to reproduce on their own. They rely entirely on the transfer of energy to change the nature of life and continuously expand their own race.

Although it sounds impressive, its drawbacks are also very obvious: the power of the newly born White Walkers is far inferior to that of the old White Walkers who have lived for countless years. A single soul shock is enough to wipe them all out.

"My lord, when do we activate the death array?" the necromancer asked in a low voice as he approached.

He had no interest in the all-out war breaking out at the front, focusing all his attention on the magical ritual being conducted in the rear by six death mages.

"Don't rush, wait a bit longer. It's best to get the enemy to commit more troops. Also, have the meat wagons start dropping large chunks of obsidian. I want to see how long the enemy commander can hold out." Huma stroked his chin and issued the battle orders without hesitation.

The biggest advantage of commanding an army of the undead is that you don't have to worry about manpower at all. As long as you can win the war, you can have as many cannon fodder as you need. Especially when fighting against living people, as long as they are not completely killed in one go, they can quickly replenish their strength in a short period of time.

Squeak squeak squeak...

Accompanied by the grating sound of wood rubbing together, a line of hundreds of meat grinders were pushed to the front lines.

With the help of zombie slaves, stones weighing up to platinum were placed in designated positions and then launched in a parabolic trajectory toward the enemy's rear.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Every black stone that falls can crush and kill hordes of unfortunate people, whether they are zombies or White Walkers, none of them can escape death.

Having been stationed near the ruins of Valyrian civilization for so many years, Humar had already unearthed countless treasures that drove the world mad. Among them, the large number of Valyrian steel weapons that had been melted down and reforged were just one example, while these black stones were another.

Obsidian, also known as dragon glass, is undoubtedly one of the most deadly nemesis of the White Walkers. Whether it is a scratch on the skin or a direct hit, the flesh and bones quickly melt away, turning into a pool of cold liquid.

Realizing their weakness had been discovered by their opponents, the White Walkers panicked. Nearly a third of them even retreated, trying to escape the meat wagon's attack range, while simultaneously controlling their undead minions to swarm forward and buy themselves time.

Watching the densely packed cannon fodder swarming forward, Huma finally grinned, revealing a ferocious smile. Without turning his head, he ordered, "What are you waiting for? Activate the death array! I can't wait to see the stunned expression on the enemy commander's face."

"Hehe! I'm sure that will be very impressive." The necromancer chuckled sinisterly, returned to his seat, raised his hands, and began to chant a broken incantation loudly.

In just over ten seconds, the transfer of ownership was completed, and a layer of gray mist suddenly enveloped the chaotic battlefield. The undead, who were originally dominated by death energy, suddenly became like they had been given a stimulant, and their strength, speed, agility, and reaction were greatly enhanced.

In stark contrast, the undead controlled by the White Walkers began to convulse uncontrollably. Before long, the blue pupils in their eyes lost their light, replaced by an aura of desperate death, and they turned their attention to attacking the White Walkers.

It goes without saying that this is the true function of the death array: to erode the corpse through negative energy, freeing it from its original owner's control and making it join the army of the dead.

After all, compared to the primitive magic invented by the Children of the Forest, both the necromancy of Faerûn and the necromancy of Azeroth far surpass the former.

Moreover, the White Walkers are not the creators of this energy.

On the contrary, they were just a group of users who knew nothing, did not understand the nature of the energy that sustained their survival, and did not have enough population to support in-depth research.

Witnessing the spectacular sight of the overwhelming army of the dead surging forward, Humar immediately leaped onto the back of the dragon of death and soared into the air, raising the icy demonic sword in his hand and heading straight for the leader of the White Walkers—the Night King.

"what!!!!!!!"

Sensing danger, the Night King roared and hurled his sharp ice spear without hesitation.

Unfortunately, the attack not only missed its target, but the dragon grabbed it and threw it back with a claw.

boom!

With the terrifying force generated by gravity acceleration, an unfortunate White Walker was pierced through the chest and nailed to the spot.

"Submit or be destroyed! Choose!" Huma loudly proclaimed the ultimatum from his superior position.

He had a premonition that if his army of the dead were to have these White Walkers join them, it would be able to reach a new level, and perhaps even create a completely new subspecies of the undead.

However, the Night King clearly had no intention of surrendering. He leaped up and attempted to launch another attack.

Before he could throw the ice spear a second time, the dragon of death swooped down, opened its massive maw full of sharp teeth, and with a snap, crushed the opponent's head. From the shattered body, it extracted a silver, translucent soul and swallowed it with a look of enjoyment...

Chapter 985 The Night Watchman (Part 1)

The Wall, the last barrier of human civilization in the north of Westeros.

Although most people have forgotten how this magnificent and tall city wall was built and what kind of enemies it was used to defend against.

Even the Night's Watch currently only sees it as a bulwark against the wildlings north of the city walls.

It is estimated that in their eyes, those savages who frequently stormed into villages to burn, kill, and plunder were the most dangerous enemies in this icy and snowy land.

No one knew that while humanity was wasting its precious time on endless infighting, deep in the glacial canyons of the far north, a great battle involving hundreds of thousands of people had just come to an end.

The powerful undead took control of thousands of undead from the Others and imprisoned those who were willing to surrender, leaving the necromancers to conduct further research.

These unfortunate individuals had no idea what cruel and painful experiments awaited them, or even whether they would survive.

After all, necromancers are not kind people; they don't care about the life or death of their test subjects as long as they get the results they want.

“My lord! According to the intelligence provided by the White Walkers, the humans living north of the Wall are rapidly gathering, including many living giants. Do you think we should launch an attack immediately and wipe them out?” A death knight clad in black armor suggested.

As one of the very few high-ranking commanders in this undead army who retained his consciousness from his previous life, he could clearly feel the hatred he harbored for living beings.

This is not a negative emotion arising from envy or jealousy, but rather an instinct and nature originating from the depths of the soul.

"Pursue? No! That's not our job. Let the surrendered White Walkers do it. Don't forget, before our master gives the order, our mission is to continuously strengthen our power, not to deliberately expose ourselves to human sight." Humar shook his head without hesitation.

"You mean... let the White Walkers test the humans' reactions instead of us?" A hint of surprise appeared on the Death Knight's pale face.

“That’s right! Release half of the White Walkers, then give them 20,000 undead to hunt down the wildlings all the way to the Wall. We can use this time to digest our victory. Remember, don’t judge the undead by human standards. We are messengers of death; our presence before the living means destruction.”

After saying this, Huma plunged his powerful magic sword into the ice, awakening all the frozen corpses that had been buried beneath the ice for countless years. He then began to methodically build war machines in preparation for an even larger war to come.

……

Before they knew it, more than half a month had passed. With the Lannister family completely removed from the noble circles and Casterly Rock destroyed, Daenerys finally led her army back to King's Landing and, under Zhang Cheng's guidance, began to learn how to handle complex political affairs herself.

No one noticed that a stranger had silently arrived in the cold north.

"Damn it! This place reminds me of a winter in Northern Europe." Warrent muttered through gritted teeth as he quickly pulled his cloak closer to the carriage.

Although he possessed many amazing abilities, he would never use them lightly unless absolutely necessary.

The reason is very simple: he understands that he is not powerful enough, so recklessly displaying his power will not only not bring any benefits, but will also easily lead to his death.

His way of survival is to remain humble in front of the strong and to maintain an air of mystery in front of opponents of equal skill.

Fortunately, this agonizing journey did not last long, as a group of knights clad in black armor and cloaks broke the silence.

The man in the lead circled the carriage once before shouting at the top of his lungs, "Who are you? What is your purpose in approaching Black Castle?"

"Greetings, esteemed Night's Watch ranger. I come from King's Landing, and am a rather curious traveler. I've heard of the Night's Watch, the renowned legion guarding the Wall, and I'd like to see them for myself." Warrent quickly jumped down from the carriage, placing one hand on his chest and giving a slight bow.

"A traveler? Are you sure you're not a madman?" The leading knight raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with undisguised sarcasm.

It's important to understand that the Night's Watch is no longer the glorious organization it once was. Almost all of its members are either nobles who couldn't make a living or criminals who have been exiled there.

Even so, the entire Night's Watch army had less than a thousand men left, and their supplies and provisions were pitifully scarce, making them almost like a beggar's army.

"Of course not! I'm perfectly sane! Oh, by the way, I've also brought gifts for you heroes: a whole cartload of King's Landing ham and sausages, and five thousand gold coins."

To show his sincerity, Warrent simply lifted the two-horse carriage, revealing a large quantity of good stuff inside.

The light emanating from the gold coins, in particular, immediately agitated the few men who had just escaped their criminal status. They even placed their hands on their sword hilts and frantically exchanged glances.

The lead knight clearly noticed this and immediately drew his sword, shouting a warning: "You all better behave yourselves! If you don't want to die!"

no doubt!

He was quite intimidating to these scumbags from bandit backgrounds, calming their agitated emotions with just a single sentence.

Although some of them still harbored strong resentment in their eyes, they no longer dared to look directly at the gold coins in the carriage chest.

Having confirmed that the alarm had been lifted, the leading knight finally breathed a sigh of relief. He rode his horse to the wagon, picked up a gold coin, bit it lightly, and then burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! Good heavens! It's a real gold coin! Well, I'm starting to believe you now. Come on, I'll take you back to Black Castle. Commander-in-Chief Geo Mormont will be very pleased that someone has delivered so much money and meat at this time."

"Thank you very much! It is my greatest honor to have the broadband from Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief." A hint of amusement flashed in Warrent's eyes as he drove the carriage again, following the other party slowly toward the somewhat dilapidated castle not far away.

It took about twenty minutes for the group to pass through the city gate and enter this place, which could barely be considered one of the few safe places in the border region.

Strictly speaking, Castle Black cannot be considered a true castle. It has no walls on its east, west, and south sides, with only the Wall standing on its north side. The rest of the castle consists of several stone towers and wooden fortresses.

Chapter 986 The Night Watch (Part 2)

"Hey! Come out and see! Colin brought back a stranger!"

"My God! There's so much ham and sausage in the carriage! We're in for a treat tonight!"

"Shut up! Idiot! Put the gold coins back! Get away from the carriage! Or I won't hesitate to chop off your hand!"

"Could it be that the nobles and royalty of King's Landing have finally remembered us poor wretches and sent us the much-needed military funds and supplies?"

……

Due to their isolation from the outside world, the night watchmen endure a loneliness and suffering unimaginable to normal people. Therefore, they are always particularly excited when they see strangers, especially when the strangers bring much-needed meat and funds.

As the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, Jeor Mormont, hearing the commotion outside, rushed out of the tower and shouted, "Quiet! What's going on?"

"Your Excellency! During my patrol, I encountered a stranger who claimed to be a curious traveler who wanted to see our Night's Watch for himself. He brought a whole wagon full of ham and sausages, as well as five thousand glittering gold coins." Colin dismounted and approached the Commander-in-Chief to report in a low voice.

"What? Five thousand gold coins!" Jeo Mormont's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

Not long ago, he sent someone to King's Landing hoping to get some military funds from the newly crowned queen, but the prime minister and the treasurer sent him back, giving him only a paltry 1,500 gold coins.

But now, someone is actually willing to take out five thousand gold coins at once, which is more generous than any king or duke.

To confirm its authenticity, the robust old man, as strong as a bear, strode to the carriage, personally ordered his men to count the gold coins piled up in the wooden box, and then bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you for your generous donation, stranger. On behalf of all the Night's Watch, I express my deepest respect to you; you have solved our urgent problem."

"Please don't be so polite, Commander-in-Chief. It is my honor to contribute my humble efforts to the Night's Watch." Warrent fully utilized his talent for speaking to people in a way that suited them, and even revealed a hint of sincerity in his eyes.

"Hahaha! I never imagined that in this day and age, there would still be people who respect us Night's Watchmen. Bowen Marcy, tell the kitchen to prepare a lavish dinner; we must welcome our friend in the most grand way." Jor Mormont laughed as he gave the order to the Chief Steward.

After all, given the powerful purchasing power of gold coins in the North, five thousand is enough to sustain the Night's Watch for a long time.