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Behind the fleeing savages, countless wights surged like a surging tide, they were closely arranged together, forming an endless wall of death. The large number of these wights made people feel despair and fear.

Some of the wights fell directly into the trenches burning with blazing flames and were instantly engulfed by the flames. The flames licked their bodies, making crackling sounds and accompanied by thick black smoke. These wights struggled in the sea of ​​fire, but soon turned into ashes.

Perhaps because they were out of sight of the White Walkers, the wights that broke through the defense line were obviously afraid of the flames in front of them. They stopped and dared not move forward, as if they were blocked by an invisible force. However, the wights that kept coming from behind ruthlessly squeezed their companions in the front row into the trench, turning them into burning torches.

Stannis led the soldiers responsible for blocking the attack. They acted quickly and formed a line of defense with the wildlings, using shields and spears to resist the attacks of the wights.

Tormund wiped the blood off his face and cursed angrily, "Those damn ghosts! Our weapons are simply incapable of effectively killing them. One wight actually bit my face after I chopped off its head. I had to use all my strength to break it open." His face was full of anger and helplessness, and he was obviously shocked by the wight's tenacious vitality.

The wildlings were totally disorganized, and both their attack and retreat were chaotic. In order to prevent the situation from getting out of control due to the White Walkers' pursuit, they agreed in advance to let the professional soldiers evacuate in an orderly manner, and then organize resistance on the way to protect the wildlings' safe retreat and enter the second line of defense set up by Jon.

When the troops successfully reunited, they looked back at the battlefield devastated by the zombies, their hearts filled with endless helplessness and frustration.

However, they had no time to indulge in this feeling of loss, because a more severe challenge was waiting for them. On the defensive wall, the figures of the White Walkers had already appeared. These evil creatures commanded the zombie-like wights to start looking for something to put out the fire.

Seeing that the personnel had already evacuated, an officer decisively ordered to plug the gap in the fire wall. Trees in winter are not easy to burn, and the smoke is thicker than the flames. The zombies are gradually approaching, and their empty eyes are creepy. The soldiers are nervously preparing, holding spears and bows, waiting for battle, and their eyes are fixed on the enemy opposite.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, a section of the wall collapsed, and a huge figure appeared in front of everyone. This figure was a ghoul transformed from a giant, and its huge body was daunting. Beside it, there were ghouls transformed from large beasts such as mammoths, snow bears, and dire wolves, and they attacked humans together.

However, what shocked people even more was that a blue spider that was bigger than a camel also joined the battle. These spiders were covered in frost, and on their backs were white walkers in unique armor. The cold air from the spiders' mouths instantly froze everything around them, and even the nearby fires gradually went out.

Jon widened his eyes, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief: "This... this is the White Walker's mount! Those stories are actually true?" His heart was filled with astonishment and fear.

Tormund on the side cursed, "Damn it, why didn't I think they had this kind of thing!" He clenched the battle axe in his hand, with anger flashing in his eyes.

Jon gritted his teeth and said with a firm expression: "We must find a way to stop it!" He turned to look at Sam beside him and asked anxiously: "How much do you know about them?" He hoped to get some useful information from Sam.

Sam's face turned very pale, and his voice trembled slightly as he said, "In Maester Aemon's book, there are only brief descriptions and illustrations of these monsters, but no detailed fighting methods. I only know that they are very powerful and difficult to deal with..."

Everyone's eyes were focused on the red-robed woman Melisandre, hoping that she could provide some useful information. However, Melisandre shrugged and said helplessly, "In Char's collection of books, there are also no more records about ice spiders. The only thing mentioned is that the ice spiders are the true believers of the God of Cold. It was they who lured the first generation of White Walkers to fall and made them minions of the evil god."

Stannis was silent for a moment, then said firmly, "In any case, it doesn't matter to us whether these ice spiders are the mounts of the White Walkers or the accomplices of the evil god. What matters is that if we can't stop them, only death will await us. Commander Jon, how is the construction of the second line of defense going?"

Jon frowned. "It's a tough situation. The ground has been frozen so hard that digging is almost impossible, and even felling trees is difficult. I have sent men to set up a second line of defense on the other side of the woods, but behind us is Hardhome. We have nowhere to go."

Tormund: "Then we'll fight them to the death. How's the evacuation of the tribesmen in the rear going?" His eyes flashed with determination and resoluteness, as if he had already prepared for the final battle.

Sam: "It's going relatively smoothly. With the addition of Ser Salador's fleet, the evacuation progress has been accelerated. Lord Stark, the fleet in the east has been ordered to come to support." There was a hint of relief in his voice, but the worry in his eyes could not be concealed.

Stannis: "Then gentlemen, prepare to fight! We must also give ourselves time to evacuate." His tone was calm and firm.

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At Hardy Point, Robb showed strong leadership and decisiveness. Although the northern lords were full of hostility towards the wildlings, they still restrained their soldiers under Robb's tough attitude. After all, the North and the Wall have been in a state of hostility for thousands of years, and the hatred between the two sides is deep-rooted. However, facing these unarmed children and women, it is really difficult for them to do it, which is not in line with the honor of a warrior.

The entire evacuation process was relatively smooth. For the wildlings, their cherished belongings were nothing more than a pile of shabby items in Robb's eyes. Therefore, before the personnel boarded the ship, all weapons were required to be left on the shore to ensure the safety and order of the ship. This was simply an unacceptable condition for the wildlings, but Robb would not make any compromises at all. In the end, under the pressure of survival, Morona had no choice but to agree to disarm.

However, due to the limited capacity of the ship, in order to save time, these wildlings had to be settled in two groups: one group was sent to Eastwatch by the Sea, and the other group was placed on the nearby Isle of Skagen.