Chapter 414: Duel with the Night King

"Die!"

Swoosh—

Viserys moved swiftly, gritting his teeth slightly as he thrust his Valyrian steel dagger towards the Night King's abdomen.

He knew that the Night King's body, while seemingly sturdy, was incredibly fragile. A single strike with dragonglass or Valyrian steel could shatter him instantly.

Unfortunately, Viserys' dagger was only an inch away from the Night King's abdomen, just a hair's breadth from piercing his body.

But the Night King reacted in time, grabbing his wrist.

Crack—

The Night King gripped Viserys' wrist tightly, his eyes shimmering with a terrifying light, a hint of surprise and anger in his gaze.

He had almost been killed by a human.

Viserys, too, stared at this greatest enemy in human history from such a close distance, his eyes filled with gravity.

"The Night King."

This adversary had been destined to destroy the world since eight thousand years ago, the greatest villain and boss in the world.

The Night King's eyes were deep, swallowing everything around him like a bottomless pit.

Viserys and the Night King locked eyes at close range.

Then, for the first time, the silver-haired youth felt an unprecedented terror, his hair standing on end, feeling as if the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up.

"This guy..."

Viserys felt a chill, his eyes narrowing slightly, and a bone-chilling cold spread from where the Night King had grabbed his wrist.

His entire arm had become stiff and numb. If the Night King held on for a few more seconds, perhaps Viserys would be frozen solid.

Then Viserys thrust his sword towards the Night King with his right hand, forcing him to let go. The Night King dodged, his stone sword slashing towards Viserys.

Clang—

Their weapons clashed again, the scorched earth and freshly fallen snow beneath them were sent flying.

The stone sword radiated an unprecedented chilling aura, while the divine weapon in Viserys' hand, Dawn, forged from the heart of a fallen star, emitted a scorching heat that dispelled the surrounding cold for Viserys.

Then the Night King attacked again, gaining the upper hand. He thrust his sword again, but Viserys sidestepped it.

Despite wearing a full set of Valyrian steel armor, Viserys' movements were still agile. The Night King also wore a set of ancient-looking bronze armor, covered in frost.

In the white snow.

Clang—

Clang—

When divine weapons clashed, sparks flew.

The two of them fought one-on-one.

And on the land that had just been cleansed by dragon fire, a layer of snow had fallen again, making it a silver-white world.

But it seemed that the Night King had ordered the wights and the undead not to disturb the two of them.

Viserys wanted to kill the Night King himself to end this war and save the world.

And the Night King had the same intention. He wanted to kill Viserys, to eliminate the last obstacle preventing him from destroying the world.

Therefore, these two most important figures for both sides began a one-on-one duel here.

Clang—

Clang—

Then the long swords clashed violently again, and Viserys' feet slipped slightly.

The Night King then raised his foot and kicked directly at Viserys, who blocked with his arms in front of his chest.

Thud—

The Night King's kick was powerful, and Viserys was sent flying, sliding several meters away in an instant.

Hiss…

His feet plowed two shallow trenches in the snow before he finally stopped.

The Night King had kicked Viserys away, and the Valyrian steel dagger in the silver-haired youth's other hand was thrown out at the same time.

The dagger shot upwards towards the Night King's throat, and the Night King tilted his head slightly as if to dodge.

However, the Night King couldn't dodge in time. The Valyrian steel dagger hit the icy crown on his head, easily cutting off a corner of the crown.

Clang—

In the dark snow, a crisp sound rang out.

The dagger disappeared into the darkness, and a corner of the crown fell onto the white ground.

The Night King stood in place, his expression clear, slightly stunned.

Then he raised his hand to touch the icy crown on his head, which had a corner cut off, and his face suddenly darkened.

"Huff~"

Not far away, Viserys, who had been kicked away and was now kneeling on one knee on the ground, also took a deep breath.

He looked up to see that the dagger had only hit the Night King's icy crown, cutting off a corner of it, and his face showed a hint of disappointment.

Then, his hand, wrapped in bright steel, propped against the ground, and he staggered to his feet.

The Night King, not far away, had his eyes burning like fire, staring at him intently.

Viserys gritted his teeth slightly.

Then the two of them, without a word, charged at each other again in the white snow.

...

The Night King and Viserys began a one-on-one duel on the other side of the Green Fork.

And the cavalry unit that had circled behind the army of the dead, holding weapons ignited by Melisandre's powerful magic, charged at the endless undead.

"Kill!"

"Roar~"

The knights of the Seven Kingdoms and the Dothraki mixed together, forming an unstoppable grand steel torrent.

The earth trembled under the galloping of tens of thousands of hooves, directly aiming at the rear of the army of the dead.

The boundless army of the dead, although they had suffered heavy blows in the river crossing battle, still had a terrifying number.

The allied forces had repeatedly revised their estimates of the army of the dead, from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, and now to millions or even more.

The damage caused by wildfire explosions, catapults, giant crossbows, and soldiers' desperate fighting was just a drop in the bucket for the army of the dead. On the vast north bank of the Green Fork, there were still endless wights waiting to move south, only being forced to stop here.

Rumble—

The largest cavalry unit in the history of Westeros charged.

If any noble or soldier of the Seven Kingdoms saw this scene, they would be scared into breaking formation, or even surrender directly.

However, the wights were not afraid at all, turning their heads to pounce on the cavalry unit.

Boom—

Then the human cavalry at the forefront and the wights collided fiercely, causing a huge noise, followed by flying flesh and blood, and continuous screams.

"Kill!"

From a bird's-eye view from the sky.

The boundless black army of the dead was instantly ripped open with a shocking huge wound.

And just this momentary contact caused more damage to the wights than the impact of the wildfire explosion on the river.

In the era of cold weapons, cavalry was still the invincible reaper.

The cold wind howled, and the fire soared into the sky.

"Roar~"

The Dothraki swung their flaming scimitars, charging into the ranks of the wights, reaping the heads of the wights at will.