Chapter Fourteen: The White Walker Tyrant

The White Walker infection was spreading rapidly throughout the city.
The citizens of Dragon Valley were fleeing for their lives in a frantic rush.
Rainn, accompanied by Diya and Elrina, swiftly navigated the wooden ladders and stone pathways connecting the Scale Temple, heading toward the upper levels.
Many lizardman shamans who had been secluded in the Scale Temple came out to investigate the strange noises outside. Some tried to block Rainn and the others, questioning their identities, but he kicked one aside, sending him screaming as he tumbled down the cliff.
Diya felt a pang of guilt watching this, wanting to intervene, but fearing she might anger Rainn and jeopardize his willingness to save Dragon Valley, she forced herself to remain silent.
The Horn Temple of the Shaman Circle was built atop the cliff, resembling two protruding dragon horns—one on the left and one on the right. The left housed the two grand shamans, while the right was where the shamans kept the dragon bones and studied the scriptures.
Rainn ascended the right horn temple, only to find its golden-bronze doors wide open and unguarded.
The three stepped inside and saw the lizardman high priest, who had returned unnoticed, sitting quietly in the center of the temple, eyes closed in deep meditation, silent.
“You had planned to eliminate the nobles all along, didn’t you?” Rainn sneered coldly. “There aren’t many Darkscale assassins. Gathering them here in Dragon Valley must mean you had targets in mind for assassination.”
“I gathered them to kill you,” the high priest said calmly with eyes still closed. “Tell me, what were you doing at the Dawn Outpost?”
“I was seeking a way to combat the White Walkers,” Rainn answered.
“White Walkers,” the high priest paused before speaking, “are beings utterly alien to this world. We have misunderstood them greatly.”
“Misunderstood? Do elaborate,” Rainn said with a contemptuous expression that clearly meant, “I’m ready to hear your nonsense.”
“Before the birth of the Holy Spirit, true deities existed—known as the Old Gods,” the high priest said slowly. “The Old Gods were generous and merciful, but they have been asleep for billions of years and can no longer hear or respond to the prayers of their followers.”
“The so-called White Walkers are actually servants of the Old Gods. They collect souls to offer to the Old Gods, helping them awaken from their slumber more quickly. When that happens, the divine light will shine upon the world, ending famine, plague, war, and death forever.”
“That’s nonsense!” Diya could no longer hold back. “If the Old Gods were truly merciful, why would they tolerate White Walkers slaughtering innocents?”
“Slaughtering innocents?” the high priest said gently. “Child, you are far too naive.”
“Before the White Walkers appeared, people in Dragon Valley died every moment. Poverty, disease, and murder plagued every street and alley, while the Holy Spirit we devoutly worshipped turned a blind eye.”
“Before I became high priest, I was a mortuary cleric guarding the cemetery. I handled over a thousand corpses, witnessing countless forms of death. Most of them did not die naturally but perished after extreme agony and struggle.”
“For them, life was unbearable pain. If anything could help end that pain, they would offer their faith without hesitation—even if it meant believing in the Old Gods and the White Walkers.”

“How do you see it, Elrina?” Rainn asked, tilting his head toward the elven princess beside him.
“It’s the same ‘better dead than alive’ rhetoric favored by corpse worshippers,” Elrina said coldly. “It was the same argument a thousand years ago—nothing new.”
“Hm?” The high priest looked puzzled. “A thousand years ago? Who are you?”
“You don’t need to know who I am,” Elrina said coolly. “You only need to die.”
The lizardman high priest, clearly the mastermind behind the attacks on the Dawn Outpost and Swamp Town, did not wait for Rainn’s order. With a spear in hand, she thrust swiftly like a thunderbolt, aiming for the high priest’s throat ahead.
The next moment, the entire ceiling and beams of the horn temple were violently overturned by a rapidly expanding body.
The once elderly lizardman high priest suddenly transformed into a bloated, rotting, mutated giant. Her clawed hands dug deeply into the cliffside to anchor her massive frame. Her multiple bloodshot eyes spun sharply, locking onto Rainn and the others.
The White Walker Tyrant.
In the original game, the White Walker Great Lord, the White Walker Overlord, and the White Walker Tyrant were collectively known as the “Three Sovereigns”—world-class bosses so formidable that several top guilds and hundreds of elite teams had to join forces to defeat them.
Elrina had once slain the White Walker Great Lord alone in life, a testament to her legendary status. Unfortunately, while the Great Resurrection spell could reconstruct her body, it could not restore the finely honed magical power she once wielded, leaving her no choice but to fear this White Walker boss.
The Tyrant suddenly leapt fiercely from the cliff, using its immense weight and momentum to pounce downward with deadly force!
Elrina quickly jumped sideways out of range, while Rainn pulled Diya back with his left hand and cast a powerful spell with his right.
A Bone Shield!
The numerous dragon bones enshrined in the horn temple rose swiftly under the control of necromantic magic, forming a dome-like shield in the air—yet before it could fully solidify, the Tyrant’s heavy blow shattered it to pieces. The wooden floor beneath the temple also collapsed under the tremendous force, sending splinters tumbling down the cliff.
Diya, caught completely off guard, retreated half a step too slow. She screamed as her foot slipped, and she began to fall from the edge of the breach.
A hand shot out like lightning, gripping her wrist tightly.
“Rainn!” Diya looked up in relief, only to find he was nowhere nearby.
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