The ice sword struck the human being, but there was no smooth feeling of cutting flesh as expected. Instead, it shattered into fragments all over the sky with a crisp explosion of "ping——". At the same time, a warm feeling came from under the White Walker's chest. A warm little thing broke through the protection of the ice armor and entered the lower abdomen. It squeezed tenaciously into the middle of its internal organs, which were actually useless. It became hot in a second, as if burning the soul!
what happened?
As a weapon that relies on magic to maintain its existence, how could it possibly break into pieces? Even if it collides with the best steel sword in the world, it should not have any cracks or gaps. As for the thing that pierced my body, as a person who was born in the land of eternal winter and possesses surging magic power, I shouldn't feel any pain even if I am poured by boiling lava, unless... the
magic power that maintains existence is disturbed. and dissolution, the White Walker could no longer think any more. It threw away the ice sword with only one handle left and covered its lower abdomen in vain, as if it wanted to cover the magic power that was constantly lost inside, and the light blue blood flowed from it. The wound spurted out, hissing and steaming around the dagger. It stretched out two skeletal-pale hands to pull out the dagger, but as soon as its fingers touched the obsidian, it began to smoke and disintegrate. In the end, there was nothing that could be done about the foreign object that pierced the body. It let out an unwilling scream, fell to its knees weakly, and stopped making any movement.
...
Egg sat paralyzed in the snow, staring blankly at the kneeling White Walker's body shrinking rapidly. The first thing to break and fall off was a layer of armor of unknown material covering its body, and then the exposed pale flesh began to become fuzzy and sticky like pus, melting and dripping like a snowman bathed in the sun, for dozens of seconds. In the end, all that was left of the White Walker was a milky glass-like skeleton, a crystal clear handicraft that looked like a jade carving, shining with clear light... However, even the last evidence of the White Walker's existence was slowly melting, and in the end, only the dragon was left. The crystal dagger remained, surrounded by water vapor, and it seemed to be undergoing some magical changes. The water vapor in the air condensed into layers of frost on its extremely cold surface, and the originally dark short weapon quickly turned into snow. The white color blends in with the snow on the ground and cannot be found without looking carefully.
It wasn't until half a minute later that Iger was surprised to find that he was not dead.
The hand holding the sword was painful and numb, and the tiger's mouth was cracked and blood was oozing out. The enemy's strength was so terrifying that even if the steel sword was not broken, it would be impossible for him to hold the sword again after one blow. He used his other hand to touch the spot on his shoulder where he had been struck by the White Walker. The fur coat he was wearing was cut open, but the clothes inside were not damaged, let alone the expected hideous wounds or profuse blood flow. He thought about it in confusion for a while, and a strong sense of joy instantly filled his chest.
His survival was entirely due to luck.
At the moment of the life-and-death confrontation with the White Walkers a moment ago, he had made up his mind to die together. No matter how you looked at it, his obsidian dagger and the White Walkers' ice crystal sword would hit each other at the same time, and the White Walkers' throwing swords would He was so powerful that he could pierce trees, and his entire upper body might be cut off... But he won, and he won because his dagger was 0.1 second earlier than the White Walker's ice sword, maybe 0.01 second. Stab the opponent.
The final result of this weak lead is that the White Walker's ice sword turned into a mortal object and a real "ice" sword at the moment when it cut through his coat and was about to kill him. So, the moment it hit itself and endured the stress, it shattered like an ordinary thin ice cube and turned into ice shards all over the ground.
If he had slowed down his hand, he would have been bleeding to death slowly; if the White Walkers knew that he was holding an obsidian dagger and were on guard, he would have been cut into several pieces... but he had already There were no assumptions about the past. He won because of a series of coincidences and the carelessness of his opponent.
The fear of almost dying was long overdue, and there was a frightening feeling in his crotch that was almost incontinent. If he hadn't peed cleanly before, Iger suspected that he would wet his crotch. There was a throbbing feeling of weakness in his legs, and he couldn't crawl for a while. stand up.
...
over there, Gary who fell to the ground made a short moan-like sound. Egg trembled in surprise, rolled around and picked up the obsidian dagger covered with a thin layer of frost, and held only half of it. steel swords - these should be enough to deal with ghouls without magic.
"Gary," he said tentatively. He originally wanted to ask you if you were dead, but before he spoke, he felt that it was stupid to ask, so he changed his sentence: "Are you still alive?" The
man on the ground groaned again, Although he couldn't hear what it was, it was obviously a short sentence with ups and downs. Egger breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the ground.
The threat to life disappeared and his thinking ability returned to his body. He remembered: in the original plot, after Jon Snow killed a White Walker, all the corpses transformed by the White Walker instantly fell apart and became Rotten broken bones. Now that the White Walker is dead, the people it killed can no longer turn into corpses.
Turning around to look, another thing confirmed his guess: the wight horse ridden by the White Walkers had also fallen to the ground and turned back into a dead horse. Now that I think about it, this change probably happened at the same time as the White Walker weapon losing its magical blessing, that is, the moment the obsidian dagger stabbed the White Walker. It was just that I was in a desperate state of high concentration and didn't notice it immediately.
After a lot of effort, he stood up again. His intuition told him that there would not be a second White Walker nearby, but his reason told him that his intuition was the most unreliable, so he decided to leave as soon as possible. Egg held the broken sword in one hand and the dagger in the other, and cautiously approached Gary.
The veteran's face was pale and his lips were purple from the cold, but there was still light in his eyes, and he was obviously still alive.
"Cold..."
Egg looked around and saw that his horse had run away. Fortunately, when Gary was about to kill the horse, he had unloaded all the luggage and equipment, and the blankets, clothes and other items were not taken away. He quickly set up a simple bunk to keep his teammates warm.
Fortunately, after checking the wound, Egger discovered that the injury to Gary's chest was not serious because the White Walker's weapon was extremely sharp and he rescued him in time so that he had no time to apply the wound. The area of the wound was very small and it was located far away from the heart, so it did not cause irreversible bleeding. What's even more amazing is that the bleeding on the surface of the wound has actually condensed into clots, and the surrounding skin shows clear symptoms of frostbite...
Although the low temperature brought by the ice magic on the White Walker weapon put Gary's life in danger for the time being, but after that On the contrary, it will seriously affect the healing and recovery, and he must get good treatment as soon as possible.
Egger looked up at the Great Wall of Despair, whose gray-blue outline was already vaguely visible in the distance, knowing that he might not be able to escape this time.