The Night King, the white walkers, and the army of wights weren't something he could deal with right now either. He knew that In a year or two, when the dragons and his magic grew, he could most definitely torch all the wights. but he wasn't sure if he even had that much. And if he couldn't think of conventional ways to deal with the horde of ice zombies, the rest of the world stood no chance, except maybe Daenerys Targaryen and her three fully grown dragons. She, however, was on the other side of the world, and, knowing his luck, would most probably not give a fuck or would use this whole thing to make him agree to things he otherwise wouldn't. Just like usual, if he wanted to end the Night King and his army of the dead, he would have to do it himself.