The journey of the film and television world is endless [continued]

The figures that were originally hidden in the ice fog slowly walked out of the forest. They were the White Walkers, their skin was pale, emitting a cold breath; their blue eyes were filled with endless coldness. The White Walkers in the front row held swords made of ice crystals, while the White Walkers in the back row wielded sharp ice crystal spears, constantly roaring at humans.

As they roared, countless pale figures swarmed out from the gaps between the trees. These figures were the army of the dead resurrected by the White Walkers - the wights. Unlike the zombies that everyone is familiar with, they are not true undead creatures, but semi-elemental creatures awakened by the power of the cold god. Therefore, the appearance of the wights depends on the state of their corpses when they are resurrected. Some are already rotten, while others are almost indistinguishable from living creatures.

Seeing this, Stannis was filled with fear. Although he had heard about it before, it was still hard to accept what he saw with his own eyes. However, as a king, he quickly calmed down and gave a decisive order: "Keep firing rockets! Let the catapults throw fire pots!"

Everyone obeyed his orders, including the wild warriors. Countless burning arrows and stones rained down on the group of wights. Although the wights did not feel pain, and their attack efficiency would not be reduced due to injuries, their bodies would still be shattered and lose their combat effectiveness. However, even if they were separated into incomplete bodies, they could still continue to move. But the wights were very flammable. Even if the flames only touched their skin, they would instantly catch fire. Moreover, these unintelligent monsters did not know how to put out fires. As long as there was a spark on their bodies, they would burn out and turn into ashes in a very short time.

However, the White Walkers easily dodged the rockets and continued to move forward unscathed. The White Walkers exuded a suffocating coldness, and the cold breath seemed to freeze the surrounding air. Even the flames could not resist the coldness and went out one after another. The White Walkers shuttled through the sea of ​​fire like ghosts, almost completely ignoring the damage caused by the flames around them.

Seeing the zombies approaching like a tide, the defenders on the city wall felt unprecedented pressure. They desperately shot arrows and threw stones, but with little effect. The fallen bodies were soon filled with other zombies.

Stannis looked at everything in front of him with a gloomy face, knowing clearly that relying on long-range attacks alone would not be enough to stop the fierce attack of the White Walkers. He made a prompt decision, turned around, faced the knights beside him, and shouted orders at the top of his voice: "Organize a shield wall immediately! Prepare for close combat!"

After hearing the order, the soldiers acted without hesitation. They quickly raised the huge shields in their hands and placed them on the low wall as high as a person, and lined up closely together. They stood tightly in a row, with almost no gaps between them, forming an indestructible line of defense. Everyone's face was firm and serious, ready to face the upcoming fierce battle.

The zombies were getting closer and closer to the city wall. Their heavy footsteps sounded like war drums, beating the ground rhythmically and shaking everyone's heart.

At this moment, Melisandre walked to the front of the team with steady steps. She reached out her hand, gently stroked the half-sword in Davos's hand, and then began to silently chant a mysterious spell. Her expression was solemn and dignified, as if she had merged with the world around her. As she chanted, a red mist slowly rose from her body and swirled around her. At the same time, the shadow under her feet began to expand strangely, spreading along the city wall to both sides and covering her own troops.

When Melisandre finished her spell, the steel sword in Davos's hand suddenly burst into flames, and the fire was so fierce that it lit up the entire battlefield. Then, the flames spread quickly to the swords of other warriors like an infectious disease. One by one, all the people within the range of Melisandre's shadow had their swords ignited with blazing flames. These flames burned so vigorously that the air was filled with the smell of burning.

Stannis held up the flaming sword, like a burning sun, and his voice exploded like thunder: "Soldiers! The gods are always protecting us! Evil cannot defeat us, let us fight bravely together and destroy all these ghosts!" The soldiers followed his shouts and roared together, as if to tear the entire night apart.

Tormund was unhappy and felt slighted. Why was it that only the longsword could be blessed with magic? Did the god look down on axes and spears?

After Melisandre cast the spell, her body suddenly became extremely weak, as if she had lost all her strength, and she felt limp and could fall at any time. At this moment, Davos quickly reached out and supported her.

"Are you okay?" Davos asked with concern.

Melisandre shook her head, indicating that she was fine, but her tone revealed a hint of fatigue: "I'm fine, it's just that this is my first time casting a large-scale spell, and it consumed too much energy. Fortunately, with the soul and flesh of Mance Rayder as a sacrifice, we obtained the gift of the Lord of Light and were given power."

Finally, the ghouls rushed towards the low wall like surging waves. The obstacles outside were almost flattened by them, and it was a mess. In the blink of an eye, the ghouls had rushed to the wall, stepping on the corpses of their companions without hesitation and struggling to climb up. They madly hit the wall and shields, trying to break through this line of defense and attack the humans behind.

The defending warriors tried their best, wielding their swords and spears, and fiercely stabbed at the surging corpses in front of them. At the same time, the wild people were also unwilling to be outdone. Although they had fewer steel weapons, they had a large number of obsidian weapons inherited from their ancestors. These obsidian weapons were extremely sharp and were even more efficient in dealing with corpses.

However, the number of ghouls was too great, and they continued to pour in from afar. Although the warriors fought desperately, they were eventually broken through by the ghouls' shield wall.

At this moment, some ghouls had successfully broken through the gap in the defense, hugged the people on the opposite side and rolled down the wall together. The goal of these ghouls seemed very clear, that is, to rush forward regardless of everything. The very few ghouls that climbed over the wall did not continue to attack the people around them, but ran towards the back without hesitation.

"Damn it, their target is Hardhome! Everyone, stop them quickly!" Finally, someone realized the real intention of the corpse ghosts.