Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

It stood on the boulder, its head held high, the biting wind ruffling its snow-white fur. Its scarlet eyes were fixed on the direction from which the sound came, and it couldn't help but make a gurgling sound in its throat.

It hoped its howl would attract the attention of its companions, but it was also worried that the howl might attract that terrifying monster...

With its limited intelligence, the direwolf cannot comprehend what White Walkers and wights are. However, it can smell their stench; humans or other animals emanating this foul odor will go mad, and even the most elite hunters on the ice plains will be terrified.

rustle...

However, the unhurried sound was getting closer and closer, and the albino direwolf let out a soft whimper and lowered its head.

It had sensed some danger, but it was still unwilling to leave, unwilling to give up its last hope.

To its disappointment, the figure emerging from the snowstorm was a half-rotten skeleton horse, with half of its body exposed bones, and a few traces of yellowish-black fur still visible beneath the snow.

On the back of the skeletal horse sat a knight dressed in black, his clothes tattered, as if he had just been through a fierce battle, and a long sword hung at his waist.

His face was cold and ashen, showing no sign of life, and his eyes were a deep blue like ice.

He braved the wind and snow to find the white dire wolf standing on a high boulder, then sat on his horse and turned his head slightly to look at it.

The white dire wolf instantly became alert, its withered body tensing, its fur standing on end, and it let out a dangerous growl.

"Waaah—"

Based on its experience of wandering alone for several years, this blue-eyed creature, which emits a pungent stench, is not easy to deal with, whether it is a human or other animal.

Once they spot any flesh or life, they pounce like madmen, scaring even this top predator of the ice field into fleeing in disarray.

However, the white direwolf seemed to be on high alert, letting out a dangerous growl, but then, as if it had noticed something, the warning growl disappeared.

It straightened its body, tilted its head slightly, and a look of confusion was clearly visible in its small, scarlet eyes.

On the other side, the black-clad knight riding the skeletal horse did not pounce on the flesh and blood like other ghouls, who did so as to become mad dogs.

It reined in its skeletal horse and stood a short distance away, quietly watching the white ice wolf standing on the boulder, neither advancing nor retreating.

"Woo~"

The man and the wolf stared at each other for a long time.

Then the white direwolf roared to the sky once more, and then surprisingly walked towards the black-clad knight.

wow-

The black-clad knight sitting on horseback flickered slightly in his icy blue eyes, then patted the skeletal horse's back and jumped off.

"Woo~"

The white direwolf leaped down from the high boulder, letting out a low growl, but the sound no longer carried any warning or danger; instead, it carried a hint of friendliness.

It circled the black-clad knight a few times, even raising its head to sniff him, as if trying to identify some scent on him.

The black-clad knight stood still, watching the white direwolf circle around him, showing no fear whatsoever. He raised his hand to touch the head of this 'big dog,' but the direwolf nimbly dodged his touch.

Although the other's scent made it feel somewhat familiar, it didn't like anyone or any other companion touching its head.

"follow me."

Seeing that the white dire wolf had dodged his hand, the black-clad knight was not discouraged.

He crouched down, looking directly into the eyes of the dire wolf, and then spoke in a hoarse voice.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he last spoke; the sound was like the harsh grinding of blades against each other, completely unlike his former voice.

However, he had no one to confide in. In this world filled with white, he had almost forgotten how to speak, almost forgotten his own identity, and had completely merged into this world, becoming one of its members.

But the Black Knight's inner conviction and repeated emphasis were what kept him from succumbing to temptation and allowed him to stay true to himself.

However, the whispers in his ear did not disappear; they would reappear and add fuel to the fire every time he wavered.

"follow me."

"You'll die if you stay here."

When the black-clad knight first spoke, there was still some confusion in the eyes of the dire wolf, who didn't know what the other was talking about.

However, when the black knight spoke a second time, his icy blue eyes were sincere, and he even extended a hand.

The confusion in the white direwolf's eyes disappeared, as if it truly understood what he was saying.

However, it did not answer, but merely sniffed the black knight's outstretched hand once more.

Then the white direwolf turned around and walked away without looking back.

It quickly disappeared into the wind and snow.

Chapter 681 The Corpse Demon Benjen

The white direwolf left without looking back. The black-clad knight, who was kneeling on the spot, watched its figure disappear into the wind and snow. He felt a little heavy-hearted before slowly standing up.

The black-clad knight was none other than Benjen Stark, who had recently emerged from seclusion. He had left the Wall alone to track down the White Walkers, hoping to find his sister Lyanna Stark.

However, the dangers beyond the Wall were greater than ever before, and the Night's Watch's chief ranger, a veteran of countless battles, encountered danger in less than a day.

He encountered a snowstorm and wanted to find a place to spend the night before continuing his journey the next day. However, when he arrived at Baishu Village, the closest village of savages to the Great Wall, he was suddenly attacked by ghouls.

The number of ghouls was vast, while Benjen was only one person. In the end, he was outnumbered and killed all the ghouls, but he collapsed in front of the huge weirwood tree in White Tree Village and fainted.

After an unknown amount of time, when Ban Yang opened his eyes again, the ghouls he had killed had vanished without a trace, leaving him alone lying under the weirwood.

Banyan thought he had narrowly escaped death, but soon he discovered a fatal problem—

Banyan suddenly realized that he could no longer feel the cold.

He then realized that his body had lost all warmth and become bone-chillingly cold, and his skin had turned ashen, unlike that of a human, having lost all color.

For the first time, the Night's Watch's chief ranger felt an unprecedented sense of dread. He then found a clean patch of ice, wiped off the snow, and looked down.

Banyan saw that familiar face that belonged to him, and a pair of icy blue eyes.

Is he really dead and turned into a ghoul?

The black-clad knight sat under the weirwood tree in White Tree Village, spending most of the day figuring out what was going on.

And after a fierce internal struggle, he was finally able to accept this fact, instead of taking advantage of his lucidity to draw his sword and commit suicide.

He sat under the weirwood tree for most of the day, yet he did not feel any cold. If it were during human times in such a harsh environment beyond the Great Wall, without any activity for a long time, he might have frozen to death long ago.

However, Banyan was completely at ease and did not feel any discomfort.

He had not eaten or drunk anything for an unknown period of time, yet he felt nothing at all.

Benjen finally discovered one advantage of becoming a wight: he could move freely in the frontier without being affected by the harshest climate conditions there.

He no longer had to endure the biting cold, nor did he have to expend a great deal of energy searching for food.

The only price he paid was his life. From then on, he could no longer call himself a living person. Although his stance and allegiance remained unchanged, even though he had become a dead man, he was still willing to fight for the living.

However, despite his meticulous mind and complex emotions, Benjamin still discovered one important loophole.

That's why he was able to remain conscious for so long.

The army of the dead, under the command of the White Walkers, charged fearlessly against the human alliance, a scene that left a deep psychological impression on Benjen.

The other wights are merely servants of the Others; they should not have their own thoughts. Otherwise, Benjen believed that most of these wights, though dead, would still be willing to fight for the living.

However, even now, Bunyan still doesn't feel any different from when he was alive. He remembers his name, his mission, and he can still run and jump, and he still has his own thoughts.

Am I an exception?

The Night's Watch's chief ranger couldn't help but think this.

However, another possibility is that Benjen himself is unaware that he has actually forgotten most of his things, and his current belief that he can control his body is just a manipulated illusion.

However, perhaps because he had been frozen for too long, Bunyan's mind was not as active.

After much deliberation, he decided not to return to the Wall to see his brother, fearing that Ed would impulsively kill him.

Instead, she continues her mission, heading north to use the advantages of her current identity to track down the White Walkers and find her sister Lyanna Stark.

Just do it.

Banyan was a decisive person. He did his homework, figured out what he should do, and then stood up, picked up his sword, and continued to move north step by step.

However, not long after, Banyan was fortunate enough to find his lost warhorse. This yellow and black warhorse was an old friend of Banyan's, and the two had fought side by side in the frontier many times.

But now, this warhorse has become a skeleton horse while Benjen has lost consciousness, but fortunately, it seems to still remember its master.

At first, the skeleton horse resisted, opening its rotten, exposed jaws to try and devour Benjen's head.

However, when Bunyan grasped its reins and stroked its mane, the skeletal horse stopped struggling and allowed Bunyan to mount it again.

Then, alone with his horse and sword, he once again headed north in the vast white snowstorm. After countless days and nights, Banyan had crossed the Peak of the First People and arrived at the approximate location of Wind Sound Gorge, where he encountered this equally lonely Ice Wolf.

Bunyan wanted to travel with it, but the proud wolf king refused him. Although its pack was extinct, it did not need a human companion.

It can continue to wander in this vast ice field, or it can face death head-on.

After the direwolf went far away, Benjen climbed back onto his warhorse, and the two of them continued northward.

However, less than half a day later, he encountered another unexpected situation.

But this time, Banyan's heart was no longer calm; instead, it gradually became passionate.

Because he encountered a White Walker.

The other person was riding a skeleton horse just like him, but the horse's reins were a string of frost-covered iron chains that made a constant metallic scraping sound as it walked, making it particularly conspicuous in the snowy night.

Benjen spotted the White Walker, reined in his skeletal horse, and looked at it. The white-haired White Walker clearly noticed him as well.

But his cold eyes merely glanced at him indifferently, failing to detect anything amiss.

His skeletal horse didn't stop at all, but continued to move forward at a leisurely pace, before disappearing into the snowstorm.

Chapter 682 The Land of Eternal Winter

A vast expanse of white snow blanketed the land, and the sun overhead had been gone for who knows how long. The further north Ban Yang went, the more difficult it became for him to move forward.

"If I weren't a ghoul now, I might have frozen to death long ago."

Benjen rode his skeletal horse a short distance behind the white-haired Other, silently thinking to himself.

He had been following this White Walker for who knows how long—a day? Two days? Or three days?

He had forgotten, perhaps his mind had indeed become much duller after becoming a ghoul, or perhaps the monotonous, white world everywhere made him stupid.