Spellcasting Gods

Although he still possessed some information that someone desperately needed, he dared not use it as leverage.

Unfortunately, the poor guy didn't realize that from the moment he proposed the exchange, he had already been blacklisted by Zhang Cheng.

……

"Damn it! I hate this awful weather! These white snowflakes have been falling for two days now, and I don't know when they'll stop." A young night watchman grumbled through the knee-deep snow as he struggled to get out of bed.

"Stop complaining! If I were you, save your energy! Try to get back to Castle Black before dark, or who knows what you'll run into." Another watchman exhaled a puff of hot air in annoyance.

The terrifyingly low temperatures caused frostbite to appear on the faces of everyone in the patrol team, and their beards and eyebrows were densely covered with white frost.

In such terrifyingly low temperatures, not only can you not eat or drink, but you can only relieve yourself in your pants. Otherwise, if you take off your pants, you could freeze to death in the blink of an eye.

Watching the Night's Watchmen's clumsy movements, Warrent took a deep breath and carefully hid his entire body behind a huge rock wall, instead of following them forward.

Because his abilities allowed him to clearly sense that danger was silently approaching.

The Night Watchman at the very front exuded such a dense aura of death that it was almost tangible.

Under such circumstances, unless a god descends to earth, it is absolutely impossible to change their impending fate of death.

Just as the unsuspecting young man was about to turn around and say something to his companion, hundreds of figures suddenly appeared in the canyon area ahead.

Due to the heavy snowfall, visibility was not very high, so it was not possible to see the faces of these people clearly.

However, based on the Night's Watch's experience, it's impossible for large numbers of inhabitants of the Seven Kingdoms to appear north of the Wall, except for wildlings.

Without a word, they immediately drew their swords and shouted, "Stop! Don't come any closer! We are the Night's Watch! If you don't want to die, get out of the way!"

quiet!

Silence!

The other party clearly did not respond at all, merely swaying its body and moving forward slowly, completely ignoring the warning.

"Damn it! Looks like we're in trouble! Matt! Get back on horseback and report!" the captain shouted at the complaining young man.

Before the latter could even mount his horse, a spear made entirely of solid ice pierced the air and, with a soft "thud," pierced through the poor fellow's chest, pinning him to the ground.

The hit was extremely precise, piercing one of the most vital organs in the human body: the heart.

"No!!!!! Might has been killed!" The older Night Watchman glanced at the corpse and immediately shouted in alarm.

If it weren't for the Night's Watch's rule that anyone who deserts in the face of battle would be executed without exception, he would have rushed to mount his warhorse and fled back to the lands of the Seven Kingdoms. Even being a carefree bandit would have been better than dying.

"Prepare for battle! The Night's Watch has no cowards! Even if we die, we'll take a few wildlings with us!"

Noticing that the enemy had silently surrounded his patrol, the captain immediately gave the order to fight to the death without hesitation.

After hundreds of years of feuds, the Night's Watch and the wildlings beyond the Wall are sworn enemies and have nothing to talk about. In the wild, they will fight each other to the death unless one side is completely wiped out.

However, the captain soon realized he had made a mistake, an unimaginably huge mistake.

What he encountered were not savages at all, but a group of completely dead corpses, some of which had been exposed to extremely cold weather for a long time, their skin was ashen and pale, and their eyes gleamed with a chilling blue light.

"Can anyone tell me what the hell this is?!"

"Aaaaaaahh ...

"A monster! A monster that has come back from the dead!"

"Run! There's no way we can beat a monster like that!"

……

In just a few seconds, the poor Night's Watchman broke down, his hard-won courage to fight to the death vanished in an instant, and he ran wildly in all directions without looking back.

They might be willing to fight to the death with savages who also have flesh and blood, but they would never fight with the undead whom they cannot understand.

Perhaps it's out of superstitious concern, or perhaps it's because there are too many terrifying stories about monsters circulating in the North. In any case, the undead are always monsters that can terrify ordinary people, even though they are not much stronger than humans.

Tap tap tap tap!

Accompanied by the rhythmic sound of hooves, a group of White Walkers riding dead horses finally rushed out, caught up with the Night's Watchmen who had lost the will to fight, swung their ice arrows that gleamed with a white light, and beheaded them with a single blow. Eye-catching red blood spurted more than a meter high on the spot, and then, propelled by inertia, ran a few more steps forward before collapsing with a thud in the snow.

Cold-blooded!

ruthless!

These special life forms, created by magic, blend seamlessly with the biting cold wind and snow, no wonder some regard them as the grim reaper of winter.

Chapter 0990 Farewell

"Oh—so this is the legendary White Walker..."

Warrent, hiding behind the massive rock wall, cautiously observed these tall, humanoid creatures radiating strange energy.

Although he had the ability to kill them all, he showed no intention of making a move. Instead, he stayed put and patiently waited for them to leave.

Through this close encounter, he was able to glimpse fragments of the future and understand that while the White Walkers and the controlled undead could inflict staggering casualties on other kingdoms, they were not enough to shake humanity's absolute dominance on this land.

Since it posed no significant threat, Warrent naturally no longer needed to worry about his safety. He had already made up his mind to stay in this medieval world and live out the rest of his life comfortably.

He was completely unaware that in the coldest part of the far north, a group of undead, with their tireless nature and lack of need for rest, had already built an ice-bound fortress. Millions of corpses sleeping beneath the ice were awakened by the powerful demonic sword and joined the ranks of the dead. Among them were tens of thousands of modified giant corpses, enough to make any country in the world despair.

Even more terrifying is that Death Knight Humar showed no signs of stopping, continuing to order his men to build all sorts of war machines, including tens of thousands of meat grinders, skeletal golems pieced together from countless unknown skeletons, and ice golems created by fusing millennia-old ice with magic.

In short, as time goes by, the undead army will become more and more powerful, until it becomes an existence that no living being in the world can defeat.

Compared to this terrifying army, the White Walkers and the corpses they control are as harmless as a newborn baby.

Of course, Zhang Cheng, who was secretly orchestrating all of this, had no idea that his subordinates were so capable that they had already accomplished their goals in a short period of time and were ready to launch a full-scale attack on the human world.

However, now is not the best time for them to make their appearance. At least until the White Walker vanguard is completely wiped out, the undead army will remain obediently stationed in the icy wilderness, patiently awaiting orders.

According to their plan, they will launch a full-scale attack on the entire continent of Westeros ten years from now, when the next winter arrives, shattering Voldemort's dream of spending the rest of his life in peace.

……

"Darling, do you think I'll have a boy or a girl?" Daenerys gently stroked her slightly protruding belly and asked tenderly.

Since learning that she was pregnant again, she has been caught in a state of inexplicable excitement and ecstasy.

You should know that she once had a child, but ultimately failed to give birth. So she poured all her feelings for the child into the three newly hatched dragons, regarding them as her offspring, and believing that she would never be able to conceive again in her remaining life.

But now, this prophecy has been broken.

She was pregnant again, and according to the maester's observation, the fetus was exceptionally healthy. Before long, the Targaryen dynasty would have a legitimate heir.

Standing barefoot on the balcony, draped in a long robe and looking down at the city, Zhang Cheng answered without turning his head: "Of course it's a boy! Believe me, you will get the prince you've always dreamed of, a king who can truly inherit the throne and lead the entire kingdom to glory."

"Oh? Is this a prophecy?" The young queen smiled and winked.

“No! I’m just stating the facts. Also, I have something to tell you. I’m afraid I’ll be leaving again in a few days. This time, it might be a final farewell.” As he spoke, Zhang Cheng turned around, his eyes revealing a profound light.

To ensure that this world will never be interfered with by external forces, Warrent would definitely demand the complete destruction of spatial coordinates when completing the transaction.

Therefore, once he leaves, he will no longer be able to accurately locate himself in the endless universe.

“Farewell? Where are you going? Can’t you wait until the baby is born before you leave?” Daenerys frowned instinctively.

Strictly speaking, this young queen was not the kind of ruler with particularly strong power; in fact, she enjoyed having people around her to help her handle complex political affairs and was happy to share power with those close to her.

If she could, she would prefer her legal husband to stay, just like he is now, forever.

Zhang Cheng smiled and shook his head: "Sorry, I can't answer that. I've told you before that what I pursue is different from most people's, so you and I are just passersby in each other's lives, there's no need to be too attached. Okay, let's leave this topic here, let's enjoy these last few happy days together."

"What about Kuro Kerba? Will you take it with you?" Daenerys quickly asked the question that concerned her most.

Because she understood that the nobles' current awe of her was entirely based on that almost invincible dragon.

If the dragon is lost, the situation will immediately become complicated.

"Don't worry, I won't take Kuro Kerba away; I'll leave it behind. But you'd better not have too high expectations for it. Under my arrangement, it will slowly fade from people's sight, becoming like the dragon god of ancient legends. Of course, besides that, I'll also leave you some dragon eggs to ensure that the Targaryens remain that awe-inspiring royal family."

The words had barely left his mouth!

A wooden box inlaid with silver patterns suddenly appeared out of thin air on the table.

Six dragon eggs of different colors, specially modified, were neatly arranged inside, occasionally bumping into each other and making a soft sound.

Anyone with a little experience knows that this is a sign that the baby dragons have fully matured. Within a few days at most, they will hatch and become prehistoric beasts standing at the top of the food chain.

Moreover, since the red comet has just visited this planet, there is no need to worry about the dissipation of magical energy in the air for a long time.

"They are so beautiful!" Daenerys carefully picked up a dragon egg, her eyes filled with endless memories and recollections.

Several years ago, after she married Drogo, she received three dragon eggs as a gift while she was pregnant.

Unfortunately, her husband turned into a zombie at the crucial moment, the child was not born and was miscarried, and the hatchling dragon was taken away by the enemy and all of them died in the war.

But now, she finally has the opportunity to make up for all this pain and regret.

Zhang Cheng paid no attention to Daenerys's complicated emotions. His eyes had already pierced through the barrier of space and he could clearly see that Warrent was riding in a carriage, heading back from the North along the Kingdom Road.

Chapter 0991 An Unexpected Visitor

As Warren's journey to King's Landing drew closer, Zhang Cheng finally welcomed a special guest on a special day.

He was none other than Petyr Baelish, the teacher who had personally taught Zhang Cheng how to manipulate schemes and play the game of power.

However, unlike the last time they met, this nouveau riche with a prestigious noble title and the title of Harrenhal no longer had the wit, humor, and charm he once possessed. Instead, his face showed undisguised fatigue.

Clearly, the struggle with the traditional nobles of the Valley had exhausted almost all of his energy and effort.

Unfortunately, these efforts did not yield the desired results.

Controlling the Eyrie alone had left him somewhat exhausted, and ever since the Targaryen surviving the throne and eliminating the rebellious Lannisters, even those families that used to obey him had begun to keep their distance, openly or secretly, for fear of being labeled as rebels themselves.

Left with no other choice, this most ambitious and scheming man in Westeros finally suppressed his unrealistic desires, knelt down and chose to submit, offering everything he could.

As for the purpose, it was naturally to preserve the hard-won status and control over the Erin family.

Looking at the short man who already showed signs of aging, Zhang Cheng smiled slightly, picked up the wine bottle and poured him a glass, then greeted him with a smile: "Long time no see, dear Baelish, how have you been lately? I heard that the Eyrie is a castle built on a mountaintop, where strong winds blow all year round, making it easy to get arthritis. I hope your back and legs are alright."

"Thank you for your concern. I feel pretty good. At least for now, I don't have any backaches or leg pains." Little Finger wore his usual fake smile, placed one hand on his chest, and bowed slightly.

"Really? I've heard that Mrs. Lysa Tully's death was very suspicious. There are rumors that she was pushed off a height and died," Zhang Cheng said with a meaningful sarcasm.

Would a noblewoman still in her prime fall from a great height so easily?

joke!

Putting aside the knights and bodyguards who are always by your side, even your personal maids would never make such a mistake, otherwise they would face extremely terrible punishment.