The Night King, riding a tall and mighty wight horse, slowly approached the group of wildlings.
He tightly gripped the Mystic Ice Spear in his hand, its cold tip glinting in the moonlight.
The Night King said nothing, only staring with his hollow eyes at The Great Wall ahead, then pointed the spear directly at the towering wall.
Although the Night King remained silent, all the wildlings present understood his meaning.
Clearly, the Night King intended to use them as cannon fodder, sacrificing their lives to breach The Great Wall's defenses.
This cruel reality plunged the wildlings into extreme panic and turmoil.
However, the Night King did not give them much time to think or struggle.
Large numbers of ghouls swiftly dragged hundreds of thick iron chains, which, like the tentacles of a demon, tightly wrapped around all the wildlings, dividing them into hundreds of formations.
Each iron chain was exceptionally thick, and every link had sharp barbs, sending shivers down one's spine.
Seeing these chains, the wildlings' fear intensified.
Some of the more intelligent ones had already guessed the Night King's plan, but they did not immediately take action.
They were waiting, waiting for an opportunity to escape, a chance that could save their lives.
The Army of Ghouls, like a surging black tide, mercilessly herded the wildlings, gradually approaching The Great Wall.
Wildlings who fell behind could not escape the ghouls' pursuit; once caught, the ghouls would mercilessly cut them down.
However, what was horrifying was that these slain wildlings, after falling, would stand up again within a mere dozen seconds, swaying as they joined the ranks of the Army of Ghouls.
This terrifying scene filled the remaining wildlings with dread; they realized they were in a desperate situation.
Before The Great Wall, they had nowhere to run and could only charge forward stubbornly.
However, the iron chains on The Great Wall bound them tightly together, preventing them from scattering and forcing them to rush forward along the only path.
Those scattered wildlings who managed to break free from the chains became living targets for those on The Great Wall.
Countless arrows rained down, turning these wildlings into pincushions.
Their bodies were pierced by arrows, blood splattering, but even so, they still struggled to crawl forward, attempting to climb The Great Wall.
Those on The Great Wall were astonished by this sudden attack.
They had never imagined that the Others would drive wildlings to attack The Great Wall.
This strategy completely caught Viserys and Erlad off guard.
However, upon seeing the wildlings already beginning to assault the tunnels and gates, the Nights Watch and soldiers naturally showed no mercy.
A brutal siege battle thus erupted on The Great Wall.
The Night King stood in the distance, coldly watching the wildlings engage in fierce combat with the Nights Watch; there was no trace of pity in his eyes.
As time passed, the wildlings gradually broke open the tunnel gates used for entry and exit, and some wildlings surged like a tide into the tunnels beneath The Great Wall.
However, these tunnel entrances were very narrow, unable to accommodate too many wildlings, forcing more wildlings to choose to climb The Great Wall.
Rayder stood on high, overlooking the wildlings surging like a torrent below.
His gaze specifically fell on the giants, who were two to three times taller than ordinary humans, like humanoid tanks.
Despite being bound by thick iron chains, their running speed was still astonishing, and their strength was even greater than imagined.
The heavy iron gates used to seal the tunnels were actually blasted open by their powerful impacts!
Rayder couldn't help but imagine how stunning the scene would be if these giants were clad in heavy armor and equipped with heavy weapons.
However, the reality was that the tunnels were quickly blocked by the wildlings' corpses, forcing them to clear the bodies while also fending off attacks from the wall.
Rayder did not personally participate in the battle; he merely watched this bloody slaughter quietly, as if none of it concerned him.
Most of his attention was focused on the Ice Dragon in the sky.
Clearly, the repaired Great Wall was effective; otherwise, the Night King would not have gone to such great lengths to drive wildlings to attack the city.
Thinking of this, Rayder couldn't help but feel a hint of curiosity about the Night King's true intentions.
After all, the Night King was once human and even served as Commander-in-Chief; his ability to deploy troops certainly should not be underestimated.
So, what exactly was the Night King's plan?
He couldn't possibly naively believe that these hundreds of thousands of wildlings could breach The Great Wall.
There must be some deeper plan hidden within, which Rayder simply couldn't discern yet.
Rayder mused to himself that if he were in the Night King's position, facing such a massive army, he would certainly not rush to attack.
After all, all the armies gathered from the Seven Kingdoms, plus the Nights Watch legion, amounted to hundreds of thousands of combatants alone, not to mention the various artisans responsible for logistics and the personnel transporting food.
The total number of these people would definitely exceed a million, possibly even approaching 1.5 million!
Such a huge consumption of food would be a heavy burden for any side.
If Rayder were the Night King, he would choose to lead the Army of Ghouls to encamp outside The Great Wall for half a year.
After all, the Army of Ghouls had no logistical pressure; they didn't need to eat and wouldn't feel tired.
In this way, without even fighting, the Nights Watch and all the soldiers would gradually weaken from hunger, ultimately losing without a battle.
Just as Rayder was lost in thought, the giant Ice Dragon in the sky finally made its move.
It swooped down like a bolt of lightning, and while still a considerable distance from The Great Wall, it opened its gaping maw and unleashed a powerful torrent of Mystic Ice Spear.
This breath, as if a cold current erupting from hell, carried bone-chilling cold and destructive power, rushing directly towards The Great Wall.
The wildlings had no warning of the Ice Dragon's sudden attack, and many didn't even have time to dodge.
In an instant, they were enveloped by the Mystic Ice Spear, their bodies rapidly freezing into blocks of ice, as if time had stopped at that moment.
Many soldiers on The Great Wall were also caught off guard, struck by this sudden freezing attack, instantly losing their ability to move, trapped firmly within the ice.
Rayder's gaze remained fixed on the Ice Dragon in the sky, not daring to relax in the slightest.
When he saw the Ice Dragon dive from high in the sky, he unhesitatingly swiftly dodged to the side, maintaining a safe distance from the Ice Dragon.
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