Chapter 419: Chapter 419: The Crown Shatters
Boom—
Flames soared into the sky, dragonfire washing over the earth.
Viserys, gripping his sword hilt, was locked in a struggle with the Night King.
His helmet, knocked off by the Night King's sword in the heat of battle, had flown off somewhere unknown. Now, his silver-gold hair was spread over his cold armor.
Everywhere Viserys looked, there was surging dragonfire. The Night King was also amidst it, the two of them fiercely fighting in a sea of fire, everything in their field of vision becoming distorted.
Under the cover of dragonfire, the silver-haired youth felt warmth throughout his body, instantly dispelling the cold around him. The Night King, however, had a completely different experience. Although he could resist the burning of the dragonfire, it was at the cost of his divine power.
The Night King was stronger than Viserys, having lived for thousands of years, while Viserys had the help of many allies.
As the situation shifted, Viserys gained the home field advantage. Plus, the sky had cleared, and the warm sunlight tried to penetrate the clouds that enveloped the entire battlefield, putting the Night King at a disadvantage.
Yet, at this moment, both of them, despite being extraordinary beings, had reached the point of exhaustion.
Crack—
The silver-haired dragon knight fell to one knee on the ground.
His crimson longsword supported his body, his handsome face full of fatigue. His chest heaved as he gasped for breath. He looked up at the Night King not far away.
The Night King's condition was no better than Viserys's. His ancient armor had become somewhat tattered, with a shocking wound in the middle.
During the recent fight, Viserys had rolled over to pick up the dagger he had thrown, nearly gutting the Night King who had pounced on him. Unfortunately, the Night King had dodged it.
Now, the Night King, holding his stone sword, stood shakily in place. The ice-blue flame in his eyes flickered like a candle in the wind, and he made a sound like cracking ice.
He raised his stone sword, seemingly ready to attack Viserys again.
Viserys, kneeling on one knee, saw this and his eyes narrowed slightly, his fingers gripping the sword hilt tightly.
However, at this moment.
A crisp sound suddenly came from the ice crown on the Night King's head.
Crack—
Like the sound of a delicate porcelain shattering, it was especially clear on the silent battlefield where only the two of them remained.
The Night King paused, then stopped in his tracks.
"Huh?"
Viserys, panting heavily, was also unsure of what had happened.
Then he saw the Night King stop and remove the ice crown from his head, which had a corner chipped off.
The semi-transparent ice crown refracted brilliant light in the sunlight. A clear crack could be seen running through the middle of it, spanning the entire crown.
The next second, the ice crown in the Night King's hand completely shattered, turning into crystal points of light like stars in the sky. They fell from the Night King's hand to the ground, then disappeared without a trace.
The Night King's face instantly darkened.
The flame in his eyes, like a candle in the wind, began to flicker violently, as if burning with a rage as turbulent as dragonfire.
"What is..."
Viserys, who had witnessed this entire scene up close, didn't know what the shattering of the ice crown meant.
He should now be considered the human who understood the Night King the best in the entire world, without a doubt.
Because they had been fighting for so long, and the Night King still hadn't killed him.
"What exactly happened?"
"Why did the ice crown shatter?"
Viserys, supporting himself on his sword hilt, panting heavily, his brain was thinking quickly, but he couldn't find the answer.
But it was certain that Viserys was now at the end of his rope.
He had used all of his black mist on his combat attributes, but it was still not enough to break through the significant threshold of thirty, otherwise, Viserys's strength might have jumped a level, reaching a height equal to the Night King's.
Now he was completely putting on a brave face, hoping to bluff the other side.
If the Night King were to attack him again, Viserys could only call down Balerion, turn into black mist, and escape on the dragon's back.
However, at this moment, the Night King's ice crown shattered.
The Night King stood in place, silent, and Viserys didn't want to provoke him. Supporting himself on his sword hilt, he shakily stood up.
But then, the silent Night King finally looked up. He looked at Viserys, the flame in his eyes flickering.
Viserys's heart tightened, but he gripped his sword hilt and stood his ground. His armor reflected the light of the dragonfire, his gaze fixed on the other side, appearing undaunted.
Then, the Night King finally made a sound like cracking ice.
The morning sun pierced through the gloom of the night, and the snow that had been falling all night finally stopped at this moment.
But a thick layer of snow had already accumulated on the ground, and the frozen surface of the Green Fork showed signs of thawing.
The Night King's voice pierced the battlefield and reached the ears of every wight.
The Kings of the North of past generations, used by the Night King because of the Stark family's special bloodline, had been resurrected with bones and earth, regaining their former appearance. They naturally had a supernatural connection.
They sat on their skeletal horses, the cold wind blowing their white hair and beards. They heard the Night King's command, looking at the human alliance about to be wiped out, their eyes showed no regret.
Then they turned their horses and retreated in the direction they had come from.
Countless wights, who had been bloodthirsty just a short while ago, became incredibly docile under the Night King's command, silently following the Kings of the North, heading north.
"Your Grace!"
In the alliance's main force, surrounded by wights and in a desperate situation.
The commander of the Kingsguard was holding the king's body. Robert had been shot in the right chest, and although he didn't die on the spot, he was unconscious and in critical condition.
However, in this extremely critical moment, no one expected the wights to retreat under these circumstances.
"What's going on?"
"What happened?"
The main force of the alliance, tens of thousands of human soldiers, were surrounded by wights, on the verge of being wiped out.
Then they watched in fear as these dead people passed by them, not attacking them anymore, but heading north.
They were baffled, also not knowing what had happened.
"Could it be... that one?"
However, someone suddenly thought of something.
Viserys had ridden his dragon deep into the rear of the army of the dead and then never returned. He must have done something.
"Could it be that the Night King is dead?"
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