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#156 - Chapter 2 Phantom (Part 2)

The sudden appearance of the White Walker failed to kill Waymar; he scanned Waymar and Gared in the tree with his icy blue eyes, opening his wide mouth to emit a hoarse sound.

Several corpses crawled out from the snowdrifts around the outskirts of the camp, the stitched wounds on their bodies clearly visible. Their eyes glowed blue as they shuffled towards them.

Gared climbed down the tree, picked up his oak shield, and stood beside Waymar, the two back-to-back in a defensive stance. Gared said, "Looks like Will was telling the truth, Ser. What should we do?"

Waymar strode forward and slashed, cutting off a wight's head. But the corpse continued to walk towards him, leaving him with no choice. He then chopped off the wight's legs, cursing loudly, "These damned things can't be killed! Cut off their limbs to limit their movements."

Gared flattened a wight's head with a shield and hacked furiously at the fallen body. "This can't go on; we need to retreat!" These newly transformed wights were still somewhat clumsy. Even ordinary people could handle them. What they truly feared was that tall, white monster, which was clearly not the same kind as these living dead.

The two worked together to charge towards the woods, where their warhorses were. They brutally knocked over the wights blocking their path, cutting a bloody trail. For some reason, the White Walker simply followed behind them at a leisurely pace.

On the other side, Will was also in trouble. What he saw was the child nailed to the tree trunk. Now his brown eyes had turned blue, and he lunged at him with a bloodied mouth. In a panic, Will swung his sword, striking the child's head. As the head slowly turned, a deep, bone-revealing wound appeared on his cheek. Flesh twisted, and one eyeball was sliced open, dangling beside the child's face. He showed no reaction whatsoever, reaching out his hand and lunging at him again. Will fled for his life.

Waymar and Gared had broken through to where the horses were tethered. Just then, the pale monster appeared beside them, launching an attack. Waymar's horse was immediately impaled through the neck. The remaining two horses, frightened, bolted away with the luggage.

Waymar's father was the famous 'Bronze Yohn,' and he had received training in combat skills since childhood. His reaction was very quick. He raised his sword in a diagonal upward slash, and the blade sparked against the White Walker's chest and abdomen, leaving a shallow mark.

The White Walker swung its weapon in a horizontal sweep, and Waymar raised his longsword to block. The instant the ice blade made contact, his steel longsword shattered like glass. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, flipping backward to avoid the ice blade and fragments. Waymar looked at the broken sword, now only half a length, and drew his short sword for self-defense. He shouted at Gared, "Run! You must bring the news back to the Wall!" It must be said that even in his final moments, he upheld the honor and responsibility of a nobleman.

Gared gritted his teeth and charged towards the other side, quickly disappearing into the dense forest. The young Royce smiled, wielding his weapon as he charged towards the unknown devil. Before long, his screams echoed through the forest. Both Gared and Will, who were running, heard it and trembled all over.

A little later, Will and Gared burst out of the forest almost simultaneously. They quickly spotted each other and waved, panting. Just then, Will's gaze froze. A white figure suddenly emerged from the forest, grabbed Gared by the hair, and lifted him up. Then, with an ice-cold weapon, it sliced off his head. It gave him a silent sneer and threw Gared's head in front of him.

After a series of blows, Will's spirit was on the verge of collapse. He knelt on the ground, preparing to meet his death. But at that moment, a warhorse darted out of the woods behind him. Driven by the desire to survive, Will leaped up from the ground, displaying amazing potential, and somehow managed to vault onto the horse. The white monster, seeing the prey at its mouth escape, roared in anger. It forcefully hurled the ice blade in its hand, which flew past Will's back and embedded itself in a distant tree.

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Winterfell in the North, the climate here is much warmer than beyond the Wall. In the open space near the guardhouse, which is usually used as a training ground for soldiers, several young people were training there. If someone approached, they would notice that they were practicing horse stance.

Above them on the tower, on a projecting balcony, Liu Yuan was sitting and drinking wine, with a large fruit platter beside him, filled with fruits that were extremely rare in winter. A little boy of about four years old was hugging an apple and gnawing on it.

Behind him was a sneaky figure, reaching out a delicate little hand, aiming for the dragon fruit-like fruit in the platter. "Slap!" A slap landed on the little hand, and the owner of the little hand said aggrievedly, "Teacher, can't I even have one?"

Liu Yuan didn't even turn his head. "You girl, skipping class again. Septa Mordane has complained to the Lady many times. You are a girl after all, and some courses are necessary to learn."

"Septa Mordane's classes are too boring. Only dunderheads like Sansa can sit still. I can't do embroidery. The Septa even said that my hands aren't suitable for holding a needle. It's more interesting here with the teacher, and there's fruit to eat." The little girl was Arya Stark, the little baby from back then had grown up. She rubbed her little brother Rickon's head, imitating Liu Yuan's posture as she straddled the railing. She picked up the dragon fruit she had been eyeing and bit into it, spraying juice everywhere.

Liu Yuan ignored her and picked up a berry, throwing it down below. The berry hit Robb's leg, causing him to sway. "Focus, don't slack off. Alright Bran, you can rest. Jon and Robb, you two continue to practice. Theon, I didn't say you, did I? Hold the bucket higher. You're as skinny as a bean sprout, not strong enough to draw a hard bow. What good is accurate shooting alone?"

Granted permission, Bran immediately stood up, looking at his brothers with a bitter face, he smiled knowingly. He turned and ran towards the main keep, he had long been envious of his sister and brother eating fruit there.

Liu Yuan's room was decorated luxuriously, incongruous with the simple conditions of the North. The things inside were all prepared by himself, many items were not even available in the royal palace.

Five years ago, Liu Yuan accepted Lord Eddard's invitation and stayed in Winterfell to teach his children. He was also very generous, giving him the entire First Keep to live in. The First Keep was a round, squat fortress, one of the oldest buildings in the castle. The wealthy Liu Yuan directly renovated it, and this three-story balcony was newly built. Nina and the other four female guards lived here, also serving as cooks and maids.

He also built a rookery, which housed ten ravens. Responsible for contacting King's Landing, Crab Isle, Highgarden, Pentos, and Skagos.