Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 108 - Exploring the North.

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Third Person POV.
Beyond of the Wall.

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Feet pounded against the snow as the white creature advanced with a massive group of wights following close behind, a horde keeping its slow pace as they moved north.

The White Walker kept his eyes alert on the scene ahead, but all he could see were trees and snow in that forest. Even the small animals were absent from the area, avoiding them, all hiding from their presence, instinctively knowing the danger that group represented to the local life.

Everything seemed ordinary, but the cautious eyes of the White Walker knew something was wrong there. His gaze turned to his companion, about ten meters away atop his undead horse.

They shared an uncertainty, as if they were being watched the entire time. And it was at that moment that their eyes turned to the sky, where they saw some birds flying hundreds of meters high. But they could tell the birds had been watching them the whole time, staring at them.

If they had doubts that someone was spying on them, now they were certain, as the eagle was being controlled by some skinchanger, making them exchange looks and stay alert in that moment.

Then a whistle came from the forest, as something at high speed rushed directly at them, tearing through the air.

Before they could even understand, the White Walker on the horse was struck the next second by an arrow hitting directly in the middle of his forehead, piercing it, while his eyes showed he couldn't believe he had been hit — and the arrow hadn't exploded upon touching his skin.

The next moment, his body began to crack and explode, while another White Walker quickly positioned himself in defense, seeing another arrow coming toward him.

Before he could be hit, he reacted and struck it with his spear in an inhuman motion, destroying the arrow as it was crushed and shattered.

As the first White Walker hit was destroyed, his horse began to collapse to the ground, and a portion of the over a thousand wights began to fall immediately.

The last White Walker looked quite concerned, quickly pointing to the fallen dead, beginning to raise them again.

They all opened their eyes and, for a second time, stood up, as he pointed his spear forward, ordering them to advance and go after those who were attacking.

At the same time, his gaze turned back to the fallen arrow among the remains of his companion — a dragonglass arrow.

Some distance away, unconcerned with hundreds of undead starting to run through the forest, a man smiled in satisfaction upon seeing one of them fall.

"You did well," Jon said, looking from the other side, through the trees, while Ygritte wore armor and held a special bow, full of runes in its weirwood-carved wood, which Jon had made for her.

She had a quiver full of arrows with dragonglass tips, which had been reproduced over the past year.

"I missed the second arrow," Ygritte murmured in dissatisfaction, standing over a hundred meters from the White Walkers, with Jon helping to point out the perfect spot to hit them, even between trees, so the arrows wouldn't fall or be blocked by vegetation.

"Don't be so hard on yourself. You've proven to be quite capable with this," Jon said calmly, and she nodded, though she wished she had done more.

"Well, looks like the undead are listening. Let's welcome them, folks," Jon said, his eyes glowing, able to see all the movement of the dead, while one White Walker stayed behind.