Ed's death gave Werther a wake-up call. He walked to the side and asked one by one if anyone had been stabbed by the White Walkers. As expected, he found a few more people. Werther quickly used magic to extract the remaining White Walker magic from their bodies.
"Jon, the knights of House Stark are under your command for the time being." Robb said loudly. He spoke to Jon as well as the knights around him.
"Jon, avenge Duke Eddard!" The knights of the Stark family raised their swords and roared.
Werther asked Robb to escort the body away to protect his safety and not to allow the direct line of the Stark family to continue to be damaged here. Jon is also the son of Eddard, and an illegitimate son has no power, but Jon relies on his own efforts to become his father.
As Lord Commander in Gold Robes, no one now questions Jon's qualifications to lead an army.
Jon didn't want to lead the army, but seeing the angry knights, many of whom he had known since childhood, who were all shouting for Ed, he reluctantly nodded and agreed.
Robb looked at the steel sword in Jon's hand, took out Ningshuang from the double scabbard on his back and handed it to Jon: "I'll lend you this sword. Find the White Walker and help me pierce the sword into it."
chest!"
Jon inserted his sword into the scabbard and took the frost sword with both hands: "I guarantee you that it will pierce the heart of the White Walker!"
The war continued, and Robb left with only a dozen young knights. A cargo carriage was requisitioned from the civilians, and Eddard's body was placed on the cargo box and transported back to the Cailin Bay Fortress.
After watching the carriage enter the civilian convoy, Jon raised his sword and shouted: "Warrior of the North! Follow me to kill the enemy!"
Jon rushed north alone, and the knights of the Stark family mounted their horses to follow him.
Eddard's participation in Robert's war allowed the Northerners to win glory on the battlefield. Eddard, a good-natured character, would not take the initiative to offend others when there was no war.
Moreover, because of Robb's network, the North started trade with the Stormlands and Tyrosh, and the nobles benefited from the trade. More advanced agricultural technology was also introduced from the Citadel, allowing civilians in the North to
With enough food and clothing, even Roose Bolton, who wanted to seize power in the north, had to praise Eddard as a qualified duke.
More than a dozen direwolf flags fluttered on the lances, and the knights took them towards the north where the battle was fiercest.
The knights holding high the white sun star flag joined the team, the knights holding the crocodile flag joined the team, and the knights holding the flag of the Skinned Man also joined the team. During the march, there were also Filint from the northern mountain tribe, the Jor clan and the Nuo clan.
The Rui clan joined, and those who could still fight on horseback as long as they were not seriously injured joined the charging cavalry.
Ed's death did not lower morale, but instead aroused the anger and fighting spirit of the people of the North.
"Avenge Ed!"
"Avenge Ed!"
Standing on the carriage, Robb listened to the Northerners rushing north amidst shouts of revenge for his father. He clenched his fists and vowed in his heart that he would lead the Northerners to regain their own land.
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"Three, four, the Frost Knights are dying quickly, too fast. Not good! Garder has disappeared from my magic perception!" The leech holding a White Walker on the shoulder and responsible for communication shouted.
"We underestimated Werther! It seems that he has not enjoyed life in the past few years and still maintains a strong fighting capacity."
In the image of Jeff Buddha, noble children who became famous at a young age would indulge themselves in extravagance and indulgence when they were about thirty years old. In particular, there were many incidents in the history of the Baratheon family, and the fat king before his death was even more so.
A well-known model.
"Let the Frost Knights take out the last inventory of corpses and concentrate their forces to attack the two Baratheon boys. As long as they are killed, I will be able to command hundreds of blood knights when I return, and you will all become my subordinates.
Captain!"
Jeff made a promise to the vampires around him. The team leader is Jeff's current position. As a reconnaissance team, the group tracked the Northerners all the way south. When they almost entered the Fortress of Cailin Bay, Jeff had to come as he came.
I launched this attack based on the principle of taking credit back, otherwise I would always be just a squad leader.
Every human has different levels of magic talent after being transformed into a vampire. Leech didn't make much progress in offensive blood magic, but his psychic link magic was higher than others. When Jeff found out, he recruited him into his own team.
In the squad.
From an ugly monster with a tumor to a relatively handsome man, Leech is now unwilling to be inferior to others. After killing two and a half young men, he will be promoted and there will be a large number of human and vampire beauties waiting for him to enjoy.
.
The body of the White Walker is very similar to that of a cold-blooded crocodile. It can only burst out in a short period of time. It usually thinks and moves slowly. Therefore, under the order of the Night King, the command of the war is taken by the Alliance Blood Knights. They only need to follow the tactics.
Just arrange and control groups of ghouls to fight.
"Wait!" Jeff pulled the leech aside and whispered, "Let these dozen White Walkers come with us!"
"Understood!" The leech whispered a few words next to the White Walkers and then backed away. The fifteen White Walkers collectively roared.
There were noises in the woods, and the carcasses of various large animals crawled out from hiding in the snow. There were bears, giant deer, shadow lynx, bison, direwolves and other beasts, and even several ten-meter-long crocodiles.
Only.
The White Walkers mounted the ice spiders and prepared to attack the target with the wights.
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The battlefield ahead was filled with shouts of killing. Most of the civilian teams had already entered the city, leaving only a few lone people driving livestock still running around.
Ten knights holding the white moon and blue eagle banner broke away from the large army in the valley and ran to the silver trout banner of the riverland army.
Denis Arryn, Duke of the Valley, dismounted, took off his silver helmet, held it in his hands, and walked up to Edmure: "Edmure, did you hear that! Edmure is dead!"
"I know, this is war! Ed died gloriously!" Edmure sighed.
The knights of the Northerners were roaring, and the infantry were also roaring. The roars one after another spread throughout the battlefield. Edmure would know that his brother-in-law Eddard was dead.
"There are so many of us, advancing so slowly? Are we watching the Northerners fight bloody battles?" Dennis yelled, pointing sideways and pointing ahead.
The soldiers of the Riverlands advanced slowly step by step, killing lone corpses along the way. Edmure did not stay still, but was escorted by knights and advanced with the infantry formation.
"Unarmed civilians and livestock will become our enemies after death! Our first priority is to protect them from entering the city, otherwise the zombies will attack more and more!" Edmure also shouted, pointing to the Cailin Bay Fortress in the distance.
: "Did you see that? They entered the city smoothly with almost no casualties. I was not wrong in doing so!"
Dennis knew that what Edmure said was right, so he softened his tone: "Now that the civilians have entered the city, why don't you let the soldiers go to support the Northerners?"
"I can't let the formation get messed up. Believe me, this is the best way to deal with the ghouls. Blind attacks will only lead to Ed's mistakes." Edmure said sincerely.
Denis sighed, turned around, mounted his horse and took the knight back. He finally understood that Edmure was in vain, and he should not listen to him this time, nor in the future!
Edmure was the commander-in-chief during the War of the Twins. Dennis estimated that he escaped by hiding in the castle cellar. Then, because he was a duke and did not abandon the city and escape, he was given a big credit and was hunted around by the riverlanders.
spread.
After Dennis returned to the team, the Vale Cavalry behind the Riverland Infantry began to accelerate.
Watching the eight thousand valley cavalry break away from the protection of the infantry and move towards the north, Edmure sighed: "Good advice is harsh to the ears! The valley people who have never experienced war and hide in the ravines all day long will suffer a big loss!"
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Little Jon ran around looking for mages for help, and his efforts paid off. The mages solved their own battles and gathered on the northern battlefield. The number of ghouls here decreased sharply.
A group of ghouls were surrounded by vines growing out of the ground. Four or five shapechanger mages were manipulating them in several directions at the same time. The wriggling vine circles kept shrinking, wrapping the ghouls into a large ball ten meters in diameter.
The ghoul slashed at the vines frantically, trying to get out when there was a small hole, but after cutting off a section, another section grew. The vines soon wrapped around the spine of the ghoul's waist, and countless ghouls were stuck.
The vine ball is showing its teeth and claws.
Without any command, the surrounding mages began to shoot various magics at the vine ball. This was not enough. When the magic exploded the ghouls on the surface into pieces, the knights threw wild fire cans. The green flames burned the vines and ghouls.
There was a crackling sound, and soon it turned into a pile of white ash.
For the first time, other mages have followed suit, and the skinchangers no longer maintain the tradition and continue to fight with swords and axes. On the northern front battlefield, vine balls have grown everywhere, and the wildfires of the knights will soon rush into the battle.
All the ghouls in it were eliminated.
Lionel and Sauron, two mages with the best magic education, played a huge role. They used large-scale magic with the lowest consumption to allow many warriors and mages to reverse the situation at the critical moment. At this point in the battle, the two
None of the skeleton horses could be summoned, and they were sweating profusely from running around to support them.
"Attack! The prince is fighting side by side with us! Victory is at hand!" Greatjon gasped, struggling to swing his giant sword and slash at the wights.
"Roar!"
Now only the ghouls on the periphery of the military formation are left. Without the harassment from the rear and with the help of the prince, the northern warriors can launch a unified offensive in one direction.
The younger generation of northern nobles and knight soldiers did not recognize the prince and Sauron. The older generation of nobles and mages had all been to King's Landing. Many mages had badges on their chests issued by the prince himself. They recognized them as soon as they met.
Two people came out.
With victory in sight, a group of knights and magicians exhausted by magic took the initiative to guard Lionel and Sauron.
Rumble~~~
A deafening sound of running came from the north. The sound of footsteps was different from the running of horses and ghouls. The sound of each step was very loud and deep.
A wight with only its head and neck bit the armor on Greatjon's arm. Greatjon ignored it. The tall man turned his head and looked towards the north. Looking over everyone's heads, he saw a group of huge and powerful people.
The scary animal ghouls are running towards this side.
The number of this group of animal ghouls is much smaller than before, but they are all huge or agile beasts! Strong bears, bison, wild boars, stags, etc. ran ahead to clear the way, while shadow lynx and direwolves hid in the team.
Follow up with the charge, waiting for the opportunity to move and prepare to launch a fatal blow to the target.
"Disperse quickly! Disperse quickly!" the knights shouted, leading their soldiers to prepare to disperse.
The exhausted soldiers could not withstand such an impact, let alone a beastly ghoul that was larger than a war horse.
But the few remaining humanoid corpses seemed to have received the order and began to attack like crazy. Without weapons, they bit with their mouths. Without their heads, they hugged the soldiers with their bodies and wrapped around them. They were strong and strong.
There were no fewer than ten corpses of corpses crawling on the bodies of the Great Jon and Little Jon, and even with only one hand left, they still had to hold on to their trouser legs and not let them go.
The crowd gradually dispersed, and the charging herd also changed its direction slightly.
"They are coming towards us! Protect the prince!" Greatjon tore off a bone from his body and shouted around anxiously: "Shield bearer! Spear! Spear!"
Sauron gasped, raised a shield handed to him by the soldier and shouted to him: "I have no magic power, and I can't even call the dragon!"
On the battlefield, his blood was boiling and his anger was so intense that he used all his magic power. Now Sauron was counting on Lionel to call the blue dragon, and if his dragon was smarter, he would come with him.
"I've drank all my potion a long time ago!" Lionel drew out the golden sword Dawnbreaker. A one-handed sword in his hand was like a giant sword that could only be held with two hands. He raised the sword high and roared: "
Victory will eventually belong to mankind! oka~~az~~tuz~~!”
The golden light from the sword hilt and the roar of the dragon, although it did not have the same effect as their previous magic, it also gave the surrounding northerners a bit of courage.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Swear to protect the prince to the death!"
The soldiers raised their shields and stood in front, while the knights held onto their spears. They squeezed shoulder to shoulder into the tightest defensive formation, ready to defend the prince who had fought alongside them with their lives.
The blue dragon Sea Blade in the clouds heard the call and began to dive in the direction of Renly on the ground. The black dragon Shurvokun swimming beside it also flew towards the ground.
The dragon's roar can spread far in the open area, and Renly and Werther also heard it.
Renly, who was releasing magic towards the ground at low altitude, asked Petwaha to climb higher. Through the wind and snow, he saw the golden light, which was the light emitted by Lionel's sword.
"Rush over!"
Petvahar flapped his wings and rushed towards the prince.
"You're okay!" Witte stopped the healing magic and pushed the northern noble in his hand away. Without saying a word, he summoned the skeleton horse and ran towards the north.
The charging beasts were about to approach, and while several people were rushing over to support them, the people from the North also continued to gather in the direction of the prince, setting up a defensive formation in preparation to withstand the impact.
On this battlefield, which could be described as large or small, the first to arrive for support was a group of cavalry.
Several direwolf flags appeared on a small mound on the side of the herd, and then more flags appeared, followed by the sound of horse hooves.
"It's the Northern Cavalry!"
After crossing the mound, the war horses began to gallop again along the downhill slope in the cold wind, with long white smoke blowing out of their noses. The knights' armors, saddles and weapons made clanging sounds as the horses rose and fell. A
The knights were like this. When hundreds of knights gathered together, it turned into a rumbling sound.
The galloping war horses began to accelerate and charged, gradually turning into a triangular charging array. At the forefront of the charging array was Jon. He was not riding a horse, and he had a string of purple afterimages behind him that ran faster than the horse.
Jon saw a golden light in the direction where the beasts were attacking. Prince Lionel's sword was very familiar to Jon. The kid next to him must be Sauron!
"Ah~ha!" As Jon roared, the purple phantom on his body gradually turned into blood red. This was the blood magic he learned from his wife Fire Kiss.
The knights in the north had their lances raised. They leaned over slightly to slow down their breathing, and the horses under their crotches also tried their best to charge as fast as possible, but Jon was faster!
Originally, there was a purple figure running in front of the cavalry. After turning red, it accelerated instantly. After leaving behind dozens of red shadows holding swords at an angle and running, Jon directly ran into the beast ghoul.