The Red Viper could not help cursing. "How can it be this cold?"
Rodrik heard the howling in the cold wind. Under the White Walkers' command, the Wight Horde advanced and retreated in order, and was even trying to scale the walls.
The Dornish had thought scorching heat was the most terrible thing, never expecting that there could be an even more terrible bitter winter.
General Summer in the south and General Winter in the north actually formed the natural conditions that gave Dorne and the North greater independence.
"Watch out for the White Walkers!" the Red Viper shouted.
As the giant wights struck crude, seesaw-like launchers, White Walkers also appeared atop Winterfell's walls.
The giant wights hammered the seesaws with mallets made from logs and large stones, while the White Walkers used that force to find an upward trajectory.
It was somewhat incredible, but it just barely conformed to mechanics.
For the White Walkers' bodies had been completely altered by ice magic. Their anatomy differed from humans', and ice had far less mass than blood and bone.
The White Walkers danced their weapons gracefully, as light as snowflakes in the wind.
"Long live House Stark!" A Grey Cloaks soldier shouted as he charged over, swinging an obsidian longsword. All the defenders carried obsidian weapons.
But courage could not bridge the gap in strength.
The wight dodged the soldier's longsword, the patterns on its armor rippling like light on water, while its frost ice crystal sword hooked back, turned, and slipped between the iron rings of the Grey Cloaks soldier's mail, piercing leather, wool, bone, and flesh.
The Frostsword emerged from the soldier's back, carrying blood that hissed and danced, the hot blood steaming all around it.
"I'll kill you." The Grey Cloaks soldier's face twisted in agony, and he