As the war continued, more and more intelligent White Walkers appeared on the battlefield.
Sometimes, several intelligent White Walkers would even gather together, pool the monsters they had rounded up, and discuss how to attack.
"We can't clash with them head-on anymore. Their firepower is too fierce. Every time, they unleash countless bursts of 'heavenly fire.'"
"Then what do you suggest?"
"We should set plenty of traps along the road, then pretend to retreat. Let those people think we've withdrawn so they go looking for the next gathering point. They'll never expect us to start laying traps."
It had to be said that these intelligent White Walkers were gradually developing a little... tactical cunning.
Most of the time, they still just ordered the monsters under their command to charge, charge, charge.
But even thinking of traps was a huge step forward.
Just then, an intelligent White Walker suddenly looked up at the sky.
He vaguely sensed danger.
It was as though something extremely dangerous lurked in the sky.
"What is it? Did you spot something?"
"There seems to be something moving in the sky. Could it be those things they use to transport supplies?"
"How could it be? Those things can't fly very high. We can see them, and just throwing something at them is enough to knock them down."
There seemed to be no unusual movement in the sky. The night sky above the mortal world looked no different from usual.
Their gazes swept swiftly through the banks of clouds, moonlight, and starlight, but they found nothing unusual.
As for mana, they couldn't sense any at all.
All of them felt that the White Walker was overthinking things.
They had all seen the flying things the Technology God Church used to deliver supplies.
Those things really didn't pose much