Nearly three thousand people from both sides were fighting on a bridge. Except for the people at the front who could fight the enemy, the people at the back couldn't squeeze through. They could only raise their weapons to help and cheer.
"The King of Light will win!"
"The Dragon Worship Cult is invincible!"
The R'hllor sect is issued with a unified long sword, which is powerful in the hand but is restrained by various heavy weapons in actual combat.
The people in the front of the Dragon Worship Cult are all holding various shields, including round shields, long shields, and even tower shields. Together with weapons such as warhammers and axes, a Dragon Worship Cult can kill five or six Holy Fire Hands alone. Even if one blow fails to kill the opponent, the power of the heavy hammer can still knock the opponent down through the armor. If you try to stand up, you will be squeezed down and continue to be trampled by countless feet. Falling to the ground means death. There are roars of strength and screams of imminent death. Those in front die in battle, while those behind continue to fight, stepping on the corpses and blood of their companions or enemies.
"Get up!"
As more than a dozen magicians cast spells together, the swords in the hands of all the Lord of Light believers suddenly ignited flames.
"Kill!"
The light of the golden-red flames aroused their fighting spirit. Even if their combat experience was not as good as that of the Dragon Worship Cult, they rushed forward madly, even if they died themselves, they would take the life of the person opposite.
A young dragon worshiper had three swords stuck in his neck. He raised his hand and stabbed an enemy to death with one sword. He let go of the enemy and the weapon and laughed loudly:
"Hahaha, the Dragon God is invincible!" With his mouth full of blood, he used his last strength to take a deep breath: "Fus~!"
Before he died, he used the only magic he had learned. Seven or eight heavily armored followers of the Lord of Light in front of him were pushed to the ground by the magic.
As the magic power was drained away, his eyes gradually lost focus. Behind the crowd, Witte's body had already fallen limply before the healing magic from him could arrive. His companions stepped over his body and chopped it into pieces with battle axes and hammers.
Kill the heads of his enemies.
The advantage of dragon language magic is that it can be released without having to shout all three phrases at once. Although the power is reduced, in such a crowded battlefield, the undivided power of one field is also very effective.
Within the Dragon Worship Cult so far, there are twenty people who know all the phrases of "Unshakable Power", more than a hundred people who know two phrases, and hundreds of people who know one word, Volantis
"Kill the magician first!"
Benero shouted loudly. He climbed to the roof of a shop, and saw that the magic of the Dragon Worshipers was too effective in the battle, so he gave the order. But the people of the Dragon Worshipers were dressed in messy clothes, even if he gave the order
, as long as the other party cannot find the magicians of the Dragon Worship Cult without using magic, he can only throw fireballs into the Dragon Worship Cult crowd together with other magicians.
Two-thirds of the people in the Dragon Worship Cult hold shields. Holding up shields to defend against fireballs can have some effect, but magic flames are different from ordinary flames. After the fireball hits the shield and explodes, scattered sparks are scattered into the crowd until the magic fireball is released.
It will be extinguished only when it is exhausted, and the burqas on many people were ignited by magic.
"Ah~~~" The robe and cloak of a Dragon Worshiper in full armor were ignited. The burning of the magic flame brought severe pain and made him unable to breathe. After using up his last strength, he let out a cry of pain, in order not to be affected.
The people around him spun around and knelt on the spot. He who had not yet killed an enemy knelt on the ground, his hair and skin gradually turning into charcoal.
"Kill the magician first!"
The fighting crowds on both sides shouted the same slogans.
The unrelenting sound wave impact, the magical flames are intertwined among the fighting crowd, and every time they appear, they are accompanied by death. Sometimes the sound waves will blow the flames into the air, and sometimes the flames will be involved in the sound waves and become a stream of fire.<
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The R'hllor sect has more people, and the Dragon Worshipers fight more bravely. Coupled with the dragon language magic suitable for releasing in the crowd, the casualties on R'hllor's side are huge. It wasn't until the magicians' fire magic smashed down that
Barely holding on to the front and not retreating.
The dragon priest Nesiso Wisama, whose robes and mask were all purple, jumped onto the roof of the shop. When he saw the Lord of Light's mage continuously releasing fire magic behind the infantry, he shouted to Dofas next to him: "This is how it works.
The boy who goes down to Qiheda's house can't hold it for long, he must get rid of the magician on the opposite side first! Dofas, let's take a side!"
The dragon priest specializes in the study of magic and combat, and he, the archbishop, has to listen to his command at this time. Dofas tightened the wooden mask on his face with his hands. After seeing Witte nodded behind him, the two of them moved to the left and right.
, charging towards the enemy on the roofs of shops on both sides of the long bridge.
One red and one purple, two people wearing masks and robes rushed over from the roofs of shops on both sides. The people of the King of Light sect instantly understood that they were the other party's generals.
The two men ran through the fighting crowd and rushed towards the magician. Before the people fighting on the bridge had time to get to the roof to stop them, the magicians stopped releasing fireballs into the crowd, and dozens of fireballs hit the two of them respectively. p>
Seeing the fireball coming, Dragon Priest Nesiso jumped high and crossed a shop. His purple robe was flying in the air, and his arms were curled up at his sides to expand his chest to the maximum.
Red-robed Archbishop Dofas took a few steps onto a pile of debris. He used the height of the debris to jump to the roof in front. After his feet touched the ground, he continued to run wildly. He dodged a fireball sideways and then inhaled.
.
"yol~toor~shul~!"
The two men let out the same dragon roar almost at the same time, and the sounds overlapped. The huge sound drowned out the fighting sounds on the entire bridge, causing the R'hllor sect members to stop for a moment, and some even looked back.<
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When the flame is extinguished, it can emit flames like dragon flames.
Two streams of golden-red dragon flames spit out from their mouths. As the distance increased, the dragon flames became larger and larger. The incoming fireball had no resistance to the dragon flames and was swallowed directly.
The two jets of lava dragon flames continued to expand, and the flames swept across the bridge. The followers of the Lord of Light who could not escape could only watch the flames devour themselves, killing hundreds of people in an instant.
Some of the magicians made circles with their hands, and a flame shield was erected in front of them. Some jumped off the roof to escape into the house, and some had no choice but to hide their bodies behind their companions. They believed in the Lord of Light.
You can burn others to death, but you have not been burned by the flames.
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Two balls of dragon flame swept through the crowd, enveloping the magician, the Hand of the Holy Fire and the believers in the flames. When other believers of the Lord of Light saw this, they were too frightened to move.
"Kill!" The people of the Dragon Worship Cult will not let go of such a good opportunity.
When the raging flames disappeared, the wooden structures of the shops on both sides of the long bridge were ignited, and more than half of the magicians were burned to death. The burning corpses of believers on the bridge were so densely packed that it was impossible to count the casualties.
"Ah~~~" There were many people with their whole bodies on fire howling and walking around, and it didn't take long for them to fall to the ground.
The surviving magicians put away their flame shields, and someone reacted quickly and started shouting: "The two of them must have no magic power, kill them quickly!"
On the roof of a shop, Benello's body was completely uninjured with a black face. Seeing how serious the death and injuries were, he shouted to Melisandre next to him: "You are the high priest of the Lord of Light. You don't do anything and just stand there."
Do you want to watch a show here?"
"As soon as I take action, Vert Baratheon will also take action. Are you sure?" Melisandre pointed condescendingly at the crowd in the distance.
Benero followed Melisandre's fingers and looked over. The tall body and the dragon bone armor were so conspicuous on the chaotic battlefield. However, Benero still did not give up: "This is a battle of faith, and it belongs to the gods.
War! You are the most powerful person among us. Even if you don’t take action against ordinary believers, can you draw Werther away?"
"Lead him away?" Melisandre looked at the gently flowing river under the bridge, and then looked at Werther who was talking to the people around her in the distance: "I'll try!"
At this time, the battle had gone from dusk to night, and the fire on the bridge made the shadow of the long bridge fall on the river. Melisandre took two steps and jumped directly from the roof of the shop into the river.
With her head on top and feet on the bottom, Melisandre's red robe was lifted up by the air current. She stretched out her hands to press the robe to her chest. At this time, her white body below the waist was completely exposed, and only those on both sides of the river bank who watched the battle with excellent eyes were exposed.
Can see.
There was no sound or splash when her smooth body touched the water. She got directly into the shadow of the long bridge and quickly moved towards Werther along the shadow of the long bridge.
Werther stood in the middle of the bridge with a giant sword on his shoulder, and he was constantly casting healing magic on his hands, but people from the Dragon Cult still died.
"Lord Werther, so many of us have died, are you really not going to take action?" Sansa Stark, who was wearing a white robe next to Werther, asked in confusion.
Werther, who was wearing a dragon-horned helmet, had no discernible expression: "Why should I do anything?"
Sansa: "Aren't they your believers? You have great strength, so you should ensure their safety!"
Wirth: "No, you misunderstood! The Dragon Cult does not belong to me alone. I want to contribute to the sect, and so do they. Regarding faith, piety is not just a matter of words. Now they are proving it with their lives.
Myself."
There are many magicians in the Stark family in the north. Only Sansa Stark has joined the Dragon Cult. There are also many other magicians who have joined the Dragon Cult. However, Veidt thought again and again, even if Volantis wins here
, the R'hllor sect is still powerful in the northern part of the nine major trading city-states. In order to prevent the Seven Kingdoms from involving the Golden Dragon, it was finally ordered that no magician with an official position in Westeros could participate in this battle.
Sansa, these precious apprentices, didn't need to participate, but she pestered Renly to see the effect of dragon language magic in actual combat. After hard work, Renly agreed to her request and told Werther to take care of him.
What a great disciple.
"But the battle was so fierce and so many people died."
The bridge was filled with the smell of burning, blood, mixed with the smell of elephant dung and fish. Sansa had heard countless war stories when she was a child, and this was the first time she saw a real battle. Cries of killing, shouts and
There were screams, and fire shot into the sky in the distance. The blood of those who died in the battle flowed to her feet, making her white shoes unclear where to step. So many people had died, and Sansa's face turned pale at this scene, which was stimulated by this scene.
The body is shaking, with fear and intolerance.
Witte continued: "You have grown up listening to beautiful stories, and you are so kind-hearted. I have not taken any action here, and I can still guarantee the victory of the Dragon Worship Cult. Do you believe it or not, after this battle, the future internal affairs of the Dragon Worship Cult will be different."
There will be more unity and more people will work hard to learn magic!"
"Why?" Sansa looked up at Werther.
"Because the future of the Dragon Worship Cult will no longer just rely on me, but also the foundation they have laid by themselves." After Witte finished speaking, his magic power sensed a familiar person coming quickly from under the bridge, and shouted loudly to the crowd around him:
"Someone is coming under the bridge. It should be Melisandre from the R'hllor sect. Don't do anything. Please continue to support the battle ahead. She should be here to find me."
"Yes!" The believers around him picked up their weapons and began to rush forward.
A group of black shadows appeared on the side of the bridge, moving quickly along the shadows illuminated by the flames, and converged into a beautiful woman in front of Werther, with a smile on her face:
"Witt, we meet again!"
Witte looked at her with a strange expression and pointed forward: "You don't go to help the R'hllor sect, but you come to me alone to talk and laugh. What are you thinking?"
Melisandre: "The R'hllor sect believes in the King of Kings, expels darkness and guides light to the world, and will not participate in worldly disputes. What Volantis believers have done has already violated the will of the Lord of Light."
"Haha." Witte also laughed: "In other words, you sold that bald man and the followers of Volantis?"
Melisandre replied calmly: "He betrayed the Lord of Light first, and he used the R'hllor sect as a tool for his own political participation! And the same goes for those believers!"
Witte knew that she was a devout believer in the Lord of Light, but also a cruel person, or that she had thrown away human reason. In order to achieve her own goals, the death of others was worthless to her.
Sansa took a step forward and was about to say something when she was pulled by Werther. She was now a girl who had grown up in a greenhouse with no experience in the world and was full of fantasies. The purpose of Werther's bringing her was to let her experience the cruelty of reality.
That's all. It's not okay to let her say something without thinking.
Melisandre looked at Sansa and walked to her in two steps. Sansa wanted to step back, but she couldn't move her legs after looking at her red eyes: her eyes seemed to be able to see her own heart!
Melisandre reached out and stroked Sansa's maroon hair, and said to her with a smile: "After tonight, you will be on the right path. Just keep your direwolf as an ordinary pet. Don't spend too much money."
A lot of energy."
"I am a shapeshifter and you are now an enemy. Why should you point me to the wrong mage route?" Sansa retorted.
"You can't have both dragons and wolves!" Melisandre said lightly, then looked directly at Werther and ignored Sansa.
Sansa didn't understand the meaning: "What?"
Vert knew that Melisandre knew about prophecies, and he heard Melisandre's hidden words, and explained to Sansa: "Your qualifications and time are limited, and you can only specialize in one kind, either specializing in shapechangers or specializing in shapechangers."
Dragon language magic."
Before Sansa could answer, Melisandre interjected: "Tentacles, chelicerae, magic eyes, what on earth are those things, Duke Werther?"
"Fus~Ro~!"
At this time, there was a loud roar in the distance, so Sansa did not hear what she said clearly.