"Damn, did he just say undead? White Walkers!" Ravyn's drowsy eyes suddenly widened as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
Ravyn pointed to the ground beneath his feet and said, "Were there undead here? Right next to us? Aren't the undead supposed to be in the northernmost part of the continent? We're in the southernmost part."
"Where are the bodies? I doubt those bastards would have wanted to take all the giants. They should have fought; there should be evidence here."
He thought Luker was being alarmist, but he didn't dare question her face-to-face.
"Don't split up; signal at the slightest doubt about contact with the enemy. We know they don't come out during the day, but be careful with dark areas." Haldor instructed some men to accompany him, and after that, they entered an open room.
Blood could be seen everywhere, as if a great battle had taken place in this disastrous place. In all his investigations, Haldor had discovered that white Walkers were the closest thing to zombies.
Death comes to you, kills you, and you are reborn as a White Walker, a zombie from his understanding. This gave him relief that it wasn't through bites or scratches; he wouldn't be in this place if it were that way.
Haldor ventured further into the room, then stopped as he sensed something. When he turned his gaze, he saw a black figure move in the dark place.
"I see you."
Roooaarrr!!!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
A White Walker lunged at Haldor, who, with a single movement of his hand, made enormous stakes emerge from the ground, surrounding the monster.
"Stay away from him, my Lord; are you alright?" Two armored bears approached Haldor to keep him safe, but their eyes were drawn to the White Walker, who was eager to tear them to pieces.
"Look carefully at its arms and eyes. Do you think the color of its skin is human? Because it came into contact with something that contains the resurrection curse, it has begun to turn into a White Walker. It hasn't completely changed yet; it still looks human, but as it rots, it will become more and more like a terrible monster."
"What do you want to do with this thing?"
"We'll take it. Put it in a cage and make sure it doesn't escape." Haldor wanted to provide solid evidence that his dreams were true.
These White Walkers, according to his understanding, appeared in the human world hundreds of years ago. The northerners and practically everyone else fought against them.
The battle was long, but in the end, they managed to win. They never believed these things would return, but here they were, seeing a mythical White Walker.
"I know you're watching me. We are both weak now, but when we are ready, we will kill each other." Haldor knew that whoever controlled the White Walkers could see him through their eyes.
Ravyn placed a wool bag over the White Walker, tied it up, and, with the help of the others, put it in an animal cage.
"I think it's still warm; who wants to use it?"
"Your damned jokes at serious moments are embarrassing. Stay alert, you damned idiots, or I'll cut your balls off." Ravyn, who was leaving, scolded the guards, who had made a very inappropriate joke.
Haldor walked over to where Lucian was and said, "That wasn't a giant. It seems my enemy is also rushing their plans."
"I have to send a letter to my grandfather if he's still alive. We need his help to let half of our army through the great wall, and we can only do that in the spring," Haldor said while summoning Azazel to send the letter personally.
No one stopped him; Haldor didn't let anyone stop him.
Roooaaarrr!!!!
Azazel's colossal body rose among the trees and soon disappeared.
Haldor had his ideas; he would take advantage of the luck he had to get out of this place alive and not as an ice cube.