Chapter 104 - The White Walkers (III)
"I've come to like the war.The monotony of the court and its palace conspiracies are getting more and more boring." - Aenar I Targaryen, before the Conquest of the Continent of Essos.
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In the air, Caraxes flew at a low altitude, less than thirty meters off the ground. Below him, the army of Wights and White Walkers clashed with the army of savages. War cries mixed with the savages' cries of pain and fear.
Honestly, this war was much more brutal than the war between the Red Legion and the Dothraki. Both sides were human and afraid to die, there was always some hesitation in the blows.
But that didn't apply to the Wights and White Walkers. They were thinking monsters, partially resembling humans, but definitely not human. They fed on the warmth of the living and seized corpses with necromancy. There was no hesitation in their actions, almost as if taking a life was as natural as breathing.
The White Walkers, in particular, were literal monsters on the battlefield. Just one of them could take on hundreds of men. Worst of all, they were fast and excellent swordsmen, which made them real killing machines. Aenar estimated that his soldiers would have to go through the Blood Ritual to fight such a monster.
Of course, if the Enhanced Soldiers had heavy armor and firearms, things would be completely different.
The soldiers he planned to create would be even more deadly than the White Walkers, truly fearless warriors. Even if they were assigned to a suicide mission, they would accept the order without any hesitation.
These were the soldiers Aenar wanted to create, mainly to fight against the evil forces of the Evil Gods and the future Chaos Gods.
Stroking Caraxes' neck, Aenar whispered:
"While my fearless soldiers have yet to be born, it'll be you and me supporting the empire of humanity, partner."