Taking You to See the Elephant

The North, those vast, dense black dots of White Walkers have spread across the entire Snowfield north of Winterfell and south of the Wolfswood, a large area visible to the naked eye. Their numbers, at first glance, make one feel that the enemy has at least hundreds of thousands!

Yes, those are all White Walkers, countless White Walkers stretching as far as the eye can see.

Besides the black dots that dot the entire Snowfield, making one's scalp tingle, there are also large patches of eerie blue lights, like stars, yet exceptionally chilling...

Anyone who has faced White Walkers directly knows without guessing: those are all the eyes of the White Walkers!

Now, on that vast Snowfield, the number of eerie blue lights emanating from the eyes of the White Walkers is the number of their White Walker legions...

And their destination is obvious: the vital point of this North, the throat leading to the southern Westeros Continent—Winterfell.

"..."

Daenerys Targaryen, the Mother of Dragons, did not speak. She stood with everyone else on the ramparts of Winterfell, looking into the distance with a slight frown, watching the dragon circling in the sky, occasionally disappearing into the snow-fog. It was a dragon killed by White Walkers and resurrected as a White Walker... As she watched, her fists clenched involuntarily, her fingers turning white.

Originally, she had three dragons, all her children, hatched by her in fire...

Their names were: Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion.

And now, she was left with only two, Drogon and Rhaegal, circling and roaring above Winterfell. One of them, the dragon named Viserion, had been cruelly killed by the enemy, by those White Walkers!

Moreover, they had even used their evil power to resurrect and control it, making it fight against them...

It was originally named Viserion