"We'll protect Robb," Robb's Companions said.
Robb had a crowd of Companions around him. The children of many northern vassals eagerly sought the honor of fighting beside him, which also helped them get to know one another.
Eddard Stark looked at the banners of many colors atop the walls. The banners were like raging waves, and the densely packed soldiers were like ants ready for action.
"Now we can only hold firm," Roose Bolton said. The defense of the Shadow Tower was also an extremely daunting task, and since the Eastern Army had more troops than the Western Army, it shouldered greater responsibilities.
"We can only wait," Eddard said. "Wait for His Grace to arrive."
Eddard remembered when he had marched south to fight alongside Robert. Back then, they had crushed powerful enemies, but now they faced an even stronger foe.
"Ready!" Eddard ordered. Through the white mist, he saw the shadowy Wight Horde begin charging toward the earthen hills of the human defensive line at Seal Bay.
The cold wind cut like knives, snowflakes drifted, and blooming flames swept toward the battlefield of the Wight Horde.
Wildfire pots burst with a roar, like rotten green wild roses.
Horn calls rolled out like thunder, wave after wave.
The Northmen roared and began fighting back, throwing logs, stones, and Wildfire pots, while Ballistas and Trebuchets roared as well.
The archers raised their Longbows, and then arrows fell like raindrops.
Let the arrows fly, fly toward those blue eyes and black hands.
"Kill them!"
The Wights left heavy marks as they trod across the ice. Amid the white snow, their blue eyes were like burning flames.
Wights were different from White Walkers. Behind the Wight Horde, the White Walkers moved lightly and nimbly, as though leaving no tracks in the snow.
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