In the sky, groups of fireballs flew across each other, and gold and green complemented each other on the battlefield.
On the ground, ice spears and blood-colored magic balls were shot at the crowd, with obsidian arrows destroying the corpses in pieces. Lightning and fire also flew towards the White Walkers mixed in the group of corpses.
The low drums, the explosion of fireballs, the roar of magic, and the roars of the corpses were mixed together, and only the officer with the loudest voice could barely shout out.
As they got closer, the ghouls had already rushed to the first row of trenches. The archers fired a burst of dense rockets and shattered the shallowly buried clay pots of wildfire. The violent explosion turned the ghouls in the front row into rubble, and a long green wall of fire shot into the sky.
rise.
Getting closer, denser rockets tilted down, second and third walls of fire rose up one after another, and residual limbs flew all over the sky like rain.
Petwaha passed by at low altitude in front of the military formation, and the dragon flames that spurted out created another golden-red wall of fire on the ground.
The dragon was exhausted in one breath, and when it circled half a circle and prepared to attack again, dozens of ice spears were shot out from the group of zombies. Fortunately, Renly reacted in time and let the dragon fly high. The ice spear hit the dragon and exploded.
The ice flowers, even with Renly's magic shield, made Petwaha roar in pain.
Mountains of corpses littered the fields, one after another, and neither wildfire nor dragon flames could stop the ghoul's charge.
"Raise your shield!" the officers shouted in unison.
The mutilated body, the strange blue eyes, and the sound of footsteps when charging were like the sound of thousands of horses galloping. The soldiers of the Reach were extremely nervous when they fought against the corpses for the first time.
The soldiers' legs were trembling. They looked at the white ghost figures that appeared from time to time among the zombies in front of them. They didn't know who to aim the long spears with obsidian tips in their hands.
The spears mounted on the three rows of shields were shaking constantly. The officers noticed the restless soldiers and shouted again.
"Don't worry about the ghosts and vampires, leave it to the mages. Our mission is to hold back the corpses!"
Blue and white magical light began to flash on the shield bearers and spearmen, and the mages applied various buffing magics to the soldiers at the last moment.
The swarm of wights crashed into the shield.
"Hold it! The shield cannot fall!"
The black group of ghouls kept pressing on the shield, and the soldiers holding the shields could not support it. The soldiers at the rear inserted their weapons on the ground and quickly stepped forward to hold the shield. Once the shield fell, the group of ghouls would come out like a flood.
Human heads walked over.
Swish
The spear is stabbed at the monsters that exude the smell of corpses. The flame magic in the obsidian spearhead can completely turn the humanoid corpse into a corpse within three seconds.
"Withdraw and stab again!"
"Roar!"
The spearmen looked at the grinning brothers in front of them who were using their bodies to resist the shields, and kept thrusting out and withdrawing their spears to relieve them of the pressure. Not only that, the spearmen were also always on guard against the powerful White Walkers among the ghouls.
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Fortunately, the White Walkers are just as the officer said. On such a battlefield, the White Walkers are not interested in ordinary human soldiers. Their target is human mages.
A clay pot with a flaming fuse was thrown from behind the human line. It drew an arc from the heads of the shield formation and the spearmen and flew towards the group of ghouls. Suddenly, an ice spider the size of a war horse leaped high from the group of ghouls.
, on the back of the ice spider, the White Walker wearing blue ice armor swung his long sword in his hand and cut off the fuse with just one sword stroke.
The ice spider moves extremely quickly. Its eight long legs covered with barbs accurately step on the spear, and it easily crosses the first line of defense of humans.
The White Walker on his back leaned forward, beheaded a knight who was about to throw a clay pot, and then used ice magic to freeze the wildfire pot in the wooden box into a large ice block.
The White Walker completely ignored the spears and swords that were stabbing him, and relied on the agility of the ice spider on his crotch to rush left and right in the crowd, finding every place where wild fire jars were placed and attacking.
Ordinary knights can't make a second move in front of it. The ice sword in its hand can make the metal brittle as long as it touches it. As long as the second sword hits the same place, the armor can be directly shattered.
boom!
A ball of green flames exploded in the crowd in the distance, and a White Walker with a flash of golden light was blown into the air. The flashing golden light caused the Ice Armor on the White Walker's body to break into pieces. When it landed, it was quickly surrounded
The knights who came over were chopped into a pile of ice slag.
The White Walkers are killing the knights, and the mages are also killing the White Walkers.
However, facing the endless tide of corpses, the shield bearers were quickly submerged by the corpses, and then the zombie tide overwhelmed the spearmen, knights and mages.
The cries of human beings gradually disappeared on the battlefield, and the colorful flags fell down, leaving only the roars and running sounds of the corpses.
"Prepare defense!"
The first row of defensive positions has fallen, and humans have a second and third line.
Villas held a sword in one hand and a golden rose flag in the other and rode wildly on the battlefield: "We have no retreat. We will defend the land of the living to the death and will not retreat even one step!"
"Never take a step back!"
Another round of zombie attacks arrived. Reach soldiers wearing golden helmets mixed with the black zombie tide, and the battlefield was full of killing sounds.
In the past, the Duke of Mace gave people the idea that the people of the Reach were cowardly and incompetent. Countless people were in awe of the soldiers of the Reach around them.
Behind the military formation, under the walls of Harrenhal, more than forty shapechanger mages mounted war horses.
"Go ahead."
On top of the dilapidated city wall, Bran spoke in a calm tone.
"Humanity will win, and the North will win!"
The shapechanger mages shouted slogans, and a large group of war horses, brown bears, shadow lynxes, eagles, and various beasts rushed towards the battlefield ahead.
Seeing the mage and the White Walkers fighting in the distance, Bran, who was sitting in a wheelchair, still did not reveal a trace of joy, anger, sorrow, or joy.
He knew the past and future of each of them. The one who took the lead in shouting slogans would not live for half an hour, but Bran still let them die. He believed that this was their fate, and it was a fate that could not be changed.
The ghouls and humans are making a last stand. Both sides have deployed all their troops. From Bran's position, he can only see a small half of the battlefield, and everywhere he can see are fighting humans and ghouls.
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Second round of fighting.
The dragon Petwaha flew in the air and watched every change on the battlefield. King Renly used magic to share the dragon's vision. He rode a skeleton horse and ran around in the military formation to support him, constantly throwing raindrops at the most intense battle.
Produce golden recovery magic.
Bran, the Green Seer, has his sights sweeping across the battlefield, and he can see through everyone's past and future.
"Witt, Sauron. What are you waiting for?"
Bran looked up at the sky. Currently, these two people were the only ones not in his green field of vision.
On the frontal battlefield, a dozen elite knights were sacrificed to barely kill a White Walker. This was because the White Walker underestimated the enemy and was hugged tightly by several knights, unable to escape, and was killed by the knight's obsidian weapon.
If the White Walkers deliberately keep their attack distance, knights will not be able to get up close on a crowded battlefield, and only mages can fight White Walkers.
It is extremely difficult for ordinary humans to fight White Walkers. When Robb and Jon are full of magic, the two men holding Valyrian steel weapons kill White Walkers like melons and vegetables.
Facing the corpses, white ghosts, and vampires who followed with fresh blood, Robb and Jon led the cavalry and began to charge.
The cavalry were like two sharp awls stabbing into the group of wights from the side. Robb and Jon led two groups of heavy-armored knights to attack the group of wights from both sides, temporarily cutting off the attack of the wights.
attack.
When the momentum of the charge of the war horses was almost exhausted, Robb and Jon, who were in the vanguard, moved to the rear to buy time for the knights to withdraw from the group of wights.
However, they underestimated the madness of the White Walkers. Dozens of White Walkers seemed to know the two of them, giving up attacking the knights and quickly gathering towards the two of them.
The war horse under the two men's crotches was trapped by the layers of ghouls, unable to move. Several magic balls shot from behind hit the ghouls and exploded. The red magic touched the ghouls and was unharmed, while the war horses inside
The blood immediately seeped out of the skin, and within a few seconds it turned into a mummy.
Jon has extreme speed, and without his horse, he moves more nimbly. He stepped on the head of the ghoul and ran out quickly.
Jon, who ran away from the group of wights, turned around and saw Robb trapped.
The hemispherical flame magic in the group of black ghouls kept erupting, burning the covered ghouls to ashes. However, more ghouls stepped on the remains of the burnt lake and quickly surrounded them.
Ordinary wights could not stop Robb from moving forward. What made him stagnate were the dozens of White Walkers and vampires waiting for an opportunity to move around him. They surrounded Robb.
"Robb!"
Jon shouted, handed over the command of the cavalry to his adjutant, clenched his sword and turned into a purple light and rushed towards Robb.
He raised his left hand and clenched his fist, magic flames burst out from all parts of his body, and raised his hand to draw another long sword from his back. Facing the besieging White Walkers, Robb, shrouded in flames, instead used
Two-handed swordsmanship that can be used both offensively and defensively.
Robb did not send a signal for the cavalry to go deep into the enemy formation to save him. After the cavalry charge was exhausted, they must not be surrounded by the wights. Once the knight on horseback was pulled down by the wights, there was no possibility of survival. He could only pull out the obsidian dagger and commit suicide.
, Robb must rush out on his own.
He pulled out a tube of blue-glow potion from his belt, which Robb made in Winterfell according to the recipe Geralt gave him when he left.
Speaking of the sworn knights, anyone with eyes can see that Geralt is plotting against Sansa. Robb believes that his brother-in-law-to-be will never poison him with a fake formula.
Robb drank the entire bottle of a special alchemical potion that could poison a horse with just one drop, and the facial features on his face instantly wrinkled:
"This tastes worse than shit mixed with urine! I need to add some honey next time!"
The glass bottle fell to the ground and shattered, and the gentle magic power in Robb's body began to become frantic. His heartbeat accelerated, veins popped out, and the two children turned into pitch black. The bulging muscles stretched the armor to the limit.
"Ha!" With a roar, Robb thrust his swords into the ground, and a circle of cold air exploded with him as the center, instantly freezing all the ghouls within a hundred meters.
Immediately afterwards, Robb charged to the west, avoiding the ice grabs projected by the White Walkers. At the same time, the two swords in his hands were also swinging rapidly, quickly cutting a path among the frozen corpses. He had to rush forward before the medicine expired.