Chapter 422: The Night King is high, Werther is hard
A tentative sneak attack, the Night King raised his spear and blocked it easily.
As the shadows gradually dissipated, there were more than a dozen shadows making various attacking movements towards the Night King.
The martial arts of ordinary White Walkers are better than those of elite knights, let alone the leader of White Walkers, the Night King. I saw the spear whirling and filled with cold air, picking, teasing, stabbing, and slashing. A cold light flashed through, and the Night King did not move a step.
It blocked all attacks.
The spear was raised straight, magic energy gathered at the tip of the spear, and when the Night King was about to attack, he found that Werther had disappeared from sight.
Suddenly, someone grabbed the Night King's arms and twisted them behind his back, and then his body slowly floated up.
The Night King is a head taller than Werther, and the White Walkers possess power far beyond that of humans. The Night King must be more powerful, so Werther did not want to risk his life so he chose a sneak attack.
A figure gradually turned from transparent to solid, and it was Werther who grabbed the Night King from behind.
When Vert used the shadow attack, he quietly activated the invisibility technique, and while the Night King was dealing with the conspicuous shadow, he came up behind him silently.
Uninjured, with sufficient magic power and physical strength, Veidt was in the best fighting condition and launched a fatal blow to the Night King without hesitation.
"Fus~~Ro~~Dah~~!"
The Night King's body was lifted up, and his arms were twisted behind his back, unable to break free. His back was less than half a meter away from Werther, and he was fully absorbed by the attack of the unyielding dragon's roar.
Werther watched the Night King's torso in front of him being smashed into pieces, and the sound waves of the dragon's roar shot straight into the sky and turned the dark clouds into a vortex, but Werther felt something was particularly wrong: "He died so easily?"
Suddenly he felt something coming towards him quickly on the right side of his body. Werther quickly threw away his arms and leaned back to avoid it.
A long spear trailing white cold air flew past in front of him, the tip of the spear was less than half an inch away from the breastplate.
Werther quickly straightened his body and looked in the direction of the attack. The Night King was standing fifty meters away intact, looking at him.
"Two Night Kings?" Werther looked down at the identical remains on the ground: "No!"
Werther injected magic power into his left foot and stepped towards the half of his body on the ground. Bang! The remaining body broke into pieces of ice.
"A clone made of ice? It seems you also have new magic!" Vert said and clenched the giant sword with both hands. The current Night King didn't know where he learned these new magics, and it was more difficult to deal with than expected.
The Night King opened his palm, and the surrounding cold air gathered in his palm like a whirlpool, and a giant ice sword quickly took shape.
"Ha!" The human side couldn't hold on any longer and had to deal with it as soon as possible. Werther roared, the ground beneath his feet shattered, and his body flew towards the Night King like a cannonball.
"Hiss!" the Night King roared in response, and kicked up a cloud of snow mist with his feet, rushing towards Werther at almost the same speed.
Ding! Bang!
A crisp crashing sound spread throughout the battlefield, followed closely by an explosive air wave.
Werther, who was in the White Walkers' formation, did not need to worry about accidental injuries and maximized the magic power output in his body without any scruples.
"Roar!" Every time the giant sword swept across, bloody sword energy and lightning flew out together. The Night King dodged while the corpses behind him fell in pieces.
"Die!" Every time the giant sword struck vertically, the violent flames pulled out a wall of fire on the ground. The Crescent Sword Qi burst out from the flames. It could not kill the Night King but also kill several White Walkers who had no time to dodge.
Werther's giant sword can cut out sword energy, and the ice sword in the Night King's hand can also throw out ice cones.
"Scare!" Every time the ice sword struck, a dozen ice picks as long as forearms flew out. There were also ice shields, ice hammers, ice axes, ice daggers, and the Night King's ice clones attacked with various weapons.
Werther.
The Night King, who has great martial arts skills and has lived for thousands of years, is worthy of being the best in the world.
As Veidt and the Night King gradually figured out each other's ways, the intensity of the battle began to escalate.
The clear sky turned into dark clouds, and dozens of flaming meteorites burst out of the clouds and began to fall with black smoke.
Dozens more ice balls fell from the clouds. The huge ice balls with a diameter of two meters moved very fast and collided with the flaming meteorite in mid-air.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As explosions resounded across the battlefield, large amounts of water vapor and white smoke began to float in the air, and the large-scale magics of Werther and the Night King were competing in the sky.
An ice pick more than ten meters long protruded from the ground and pierced Werther. Werther twisted around to avoid the tip and climbed onto the ice pick, jumped into the air and threw a golden recovery magic at the Night King.
A huge ice wall rose from the ground, and golden magic exploded against the wall.
Bang! A big hole was broken in the middle of the ice wall. Werther flew out of the hole, and struck down the Night King with a heavy sword raised high, cutting the Night King in half. The two daggers in the Night King's hands were also on the left and the right.
It penetrated Werther's head from under the helmet.
The two pieces of the Night King's body turned into pieces of ice, and the dead Werther also dissipated in the wind.
Not far away, Veidt and the Night King were using magic to blast each other.
On the other side, Werther and the Night King were fighting with weapons again, and the collision of metal and ice made crisp sounds.
Both sides also knocked down their weapons. The Night King was pulling Werther's hair, and Werther was biting the Night King's neck.
The most eye-catching ones are two giant skeletons made of corpses.
Originally, it was just two ordinary humanoid skeletons grabbing each other and wrestling with each other, and it was not the case that which one was controlled by Werther and which one was controlled by the Night King.
The remains of the corpses scattered on the ground began to gather on one of the skeletons, and it turned into a three-meter-tall giant. Seeing that it was at a disadvantage, the smaller skeleton used the same method to grow to four meters tall, but it did not win because the opponent
It grew another five meters.
Unfortunately, before the two giants could decide the winner, they were torn apart by Veidt and the Night King who were passing by in another group of battles.
Looking around, a dozen Werthers and a dozen Night Kings were fighting in the battlefield.
The body may be fake, and the magic released may also be fake. The real body is mixed with the fake body, and both of them are waiting for the other to make mistakes.
Werther's knowledge is extensive and he has a diverse mix of magic. The Night King specializes in ice and souls, and also has unknown benefits. The two are evenly matched.
The scope of the battle between the Night King and Werther became wider and wider, and large areas of the zombies affected were turned into debris. At this time, even the White Walkers did not dare to intervene anymore, and threw a cold gun at Werther, and what they got in return was a sea of fire.
Or a thunderstorm.
A clearing with a radius of one kilometer appeared in the army of zombies, with the two at the center. The humans were also paying attention to the battle between the two.
Werther did not ask Renly to help. Renly is the king. Once he or the dragon is taken seriously or dies, the human coalition will immediately fall apart. And according to the agreed plan, if Werther cannot complete it, then the entire world will not be able to find it.
Second choice.
The seat on Petwaha's back had long been removed, and Renly's hands were tightly grasping the thorns on the dragon's back. He felt that it was easier to release magic in a standing position.
With Wit holding back the Night King, there were far fewer White Walkers chasing humans, and the coalition's retreat sped up. Renly also mounted his dragon again and attacked the few White Walkers who were pursuing them.
An ice spear hit Petwaha's neck, and white light shone on its scales. The dragon armor spell Renly released on it blocked the attack. Golden-red dragon flames spurted out towards the ground, destroying the strange things on the ground.
The ghost and the corpses around it were instantly reduced to ashes.
"This is the last White Walker in pursuit!" Renly sent Petwahar flying towards Harrenhal.
On the ground, the human army, which had lost more than one-third, had passed through Harrenhal and was continuing to retreat southward along the shore of the God's Eye Lake. A small number of troops at the rear were blocking the wights, and they were destined to die.
Renly looked at the tallest tower of Harrenhal. The detection magic there had been extinguished. As expected, the Green Seer had been picked up by Jon.
He looked back at the battlefield in the distance, where colorful magic was still bursting out. It was where Werther was fighting.
"I hope the Night King will take the bait!" Renly tapped Petwaha's thorns with the Storm Sword in his hand. The dragon responded with a low groan, then flapped its wings and flew towards the center of the God's Eye Lake.