Ice walls rose up one after another, covering Werther. In less than a breath, a huge ice wall enveloped Werther.
Seeing that he succeeded in one blow, the Night King ignored it and turned to support other battles.
However, Werther, who was frozen inside the ice block and still maintained his running posture, was his real body. The ice block sealing his body was both a means of attack and protection. After being frozen, Werther never received any attacks again. Werther used his magic power to resist.
Han Qi took this opportunity to analyze the battlefield situation.
Because of the Night King's immortality, neither side gained any benefit from the two real encounters with the Night King. This is because Veidt has always retained his strength in order to lure him into the arrangement when fighting the Night King as planned.
The trap goes.
But up to this point, the battle has only expanded the scope. Werther tried every means to prevent the Night King from getting far.
The zombie army does not need logistical supplies, and the human coalition has also withdrawn south. Why is the Night King dragging him here? Is it that carriage?
When he thought of this, Werther used magic power to increase his body surface temperature, quietly melted a small hole in the ice and got out.
The other clones were still fighting in the distance. Werther looked at the direction of the carriage, turned around, hid behind the ice, and unleashed all his magic power.
In the vision of Witte's concentrated magic perception, the sky and the ground turned gray. Only the clones with magic had colors corresponding to the magic system, and the carriage shone with a very weak red light, which was the vampire's blood magic.
Even so, the Night King wouldn't be so concerned! There must be something else in there.
Werther clenched his giant sword and turned on his invisibility, then rushed towards the carriage.
"I've been discovered!" Werther ran invisibly less than ten meters in front of the carriage, and his blood-red footprints appeared on the mud beneath his feet.
A dozen high-level vampires guarding the carriage immediately scattered in all directions, and at the same time they threw dozens of magic balls towards the footprints.
Now that you've walked in front of it, there's no point in going back. You must see what's inside.
"Roar!" Werther raised his left arm to hold up the magic shield and withstood the magic bombardment.
Before the blood mist from the explosion dissipated, the same blood-red sword energy rushed out of the mist, creating a gap in the rear of the carriage.
The exterior of the carriage was destroyed, and both the vampire and Werther stood still. I don't know why the vampires didn't continue to attack Werther. Werther was surprised by what was exposed inside.
"Huh~huh~~What the hell is this!"
Seeing that there was no attack from the other side, the panting Werther took out a few bottles of magic recovery potions from his belt and drank them.
If it can block the attacks of more than a dozen Blood Knights at the same time, it must be its true form. During the distant battle, the Night King was always paying attention here, and its true form also ran over and stood in front of the carriage.
The third time he saw his true form, the Night King was afraid of Werther's strength, and Werther was worried about what was in the carriage, so the two did not take action immediately.
Some of the clones of the two people who were still fighting were killed by each other and disappeared, and some of them dissipated themselves after exhausting their magic power. Before long, only the two people facing each other in front of the carriage were left on the battlefield.
In the back compartment of the destroyed carriage, there was a man sitting with his arms and legs tied by thick iron chains.
He was not wearing any clothes, and even when he was sitting, he could see that his muscles were very well developed, his fingers had sharp claws, and his long black hair hanging down covered his eyes and face.
He is said to be a human, but he has a body, limbs and head similar to humans. But his skin is pale and almost translucent, and the blood vessels in his body can be seen from Werther's distance, and there are two left and right asymmetrical ones on his back.
, stunted and deformed wings.
When the man in the carriage saw Werther looking at him, he also raised his head.
"Wei~~te~?" The weirdo's voice was hoarse and stuttering, as if he hadn't spoken for several years.
"You actually recognized me." Werther smiled and turned to look at the Night King. With his appearance, he looked like a vampire. He had killed so many people, so it was understandable that he was famous among them.
But for such a monster, its magic power is extremely small according to Witte's magic perception, which definitely does not fit its strange appearance. Moreover, it is definitely not a good thing for the White Walkers to escort the White Walkers to the battlefield with heavy troops.
Werther raised his giant sword and pointed it at the carriage: "Night King, right? You tell me what this is, and I will leave you a complete corpse on my personal guarantee!"
Not to be outdone, the Night King also raised his ice spear and pointed it at Werther: "Akang is so awesome!"
"Damn it, asking you is a waste of time!" With the Night King guarding the front, Wit clenched the giant sword with both hands, preparing to temporarily change his plan and beat the Night King to a semi-crimp before taking a closer look.
When the Night King saw Werther's actions, he might have noticed the intention. He turned around and faced the carriage, and an unknown magic shot rapidly from its hand towards the man.
"What are you doing?" Werther shouted out of habit, knowing that the Night King would never want to kill him.
The Night King's magic has no offensive power, and a ball of magic hits it and is quickly absorbed by the man.
"Uh~~"
After the man screamed, his body suddenly expanded, and his torso bulged into a large blood-red meat ball. The surface of the meat ball was covered with blood vessels, and the flesh on the surface was still squirming, and bursts of blood leaked from inside.
of red light.
But Werther understood at this moment that this man was a weapon, and the Night King activated it.
The man's body is still swelling, the iron chains and limbs are buried in the flesh, and the head is slowly sinking into the bulging flesh.
"Uncle Werther, kill me!" His voice had been deformed, and Werther could only hear him whining. Soon his head disappeared, and the carriage broke apart and turned into a big meat ball about three meters in diameter.
.
The flesh on his surface was stretched into a translucent flesh membrane, the densely crisscrossed blood vessels were stretched straight, and the red light inside began to flash rapidly.
"Fuck! Big bomb!" Werther said, kicking a piece of mud towards the Night King, turning around and running away.
In Witte's perception, this thing is a powerful living bomb. No wonder the White Walkers brought it to the battlefield and used it to blow up Harrenhal. One bomb could make Harrenhal disappear.
The splashed sludge was frozen into ice cubes in the air, and rolled down at the Night King's feet. The Night King watched the escaping Werther and did not pursue it. He walked to the big meat ball, held the surface of the meat ball with his hand and continued to send magic power into it.
Werther, who was running quickly, turned around and saw that the Night King was still delivering magic power, so he quickened his pace again.
Some of the humans who had died on the battlefield had been resurrected as wights, and were gathered together by the White Walkers in a daze. Some were stabbed into the heart with obsidian stones by their colleagues and could not be resurrected by the White Walkers, and they remained lying on the ground.
Now all these "human" blood seeped out of the body, gathered into blood lines in the air and flew towards the meat ball, and then were absorbed into the inside of the meat ball.
Perhaps there was not enough blood due to the hasty start-up, but not only the blood of "humans" was gathering into the meat ball. Werther saw the vampires running away. They were fleeing away from the meat ball, but none of the White Walkers made any move.
boom!
A vampire running away from the meat ball a hundred meters away exploded into a ball of blood mist in the air. The blood mist did not disperse with the wind, but quickly flew towards the meat ball.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Vampires everywhere on the battlefield are exploding, and their bodies are turning into blood and being absorbed by the flesh balls.
Audaweiying also flew back with Witte, and plunged into the God's Eye Lake to clean the blood and broken bones stained on its body.
"This is how the so-called Holy Son is used!" Joffrey, who had already taken advantage of the chaos to escape from the battlefield and was now standing on the top of a big tree, said as he looked at the red flesh ball in the distance.
Another head on his shoulder, Lancel echoed: "We risked our lives to snatch the Holy Son with the best talent of the Dragon King's bloodline. I originally thought that he was taken by the Night King to learn magic, but I didn't expect that he was imprisoned on the spot.
Disposable weapons."
"The Night King has hidden many things from us." The anger on Joffrey's face disappeared fleetingly: "But it's okay if the Holy Son explodes like this! As long as I find a way to kill Castor in the future, I will become the leader of the vampires.
!Hahaha."
Lancel didn't say anything, and concentrated on looking at the huge flesh ball in the distance that was getting restless. He thought that there were many people with this idea. Vampires have blood suppression, and those who have evil intentions can't even stand in front of Custer.
Stable, let alone killing people to seize the throne.
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With so much blood gathered, it was unknown how powerful this explosion was. Werther ran to the foot of Harrenhal Castle and stopped: "This distance should be far enough!"
The flesh ball in the distance collapsed the carriage. After absorbing all the blood on the battlefield, its squirming weakened. The color of the outer layer of flesh and blood began to darken, and the flashing rhythm of the red light gradually slowed down.
Werther and Renly mounted the dragon again and hovered in the sky, waiting for the explosion of this ultimate weapon.
"Witt, I don't think it's going to explode!" Looking down at the flesh ball that had stopped squirming from a high altitude, Renly shouted to Wert flying on the left.
"This thing is more like an egg!" In Werther's memory, nothing that hatched from a flesh egg was easy to deal with.
Renly shouted again: "Can we break it?"
"It's too late!" As soon as Witte finished speaking, the meat ball changed again.
A powerful magic power emanates from the meat ball, and a huge amount of magic power from another world pours into this world. The huge energy stirs up the magic power floating in the air, and an invisible ripple invisible to ordinary people moves towards the meat ball as the center.
Rushing in all directions.
"Renly! Let's fly higher!"
Audaweiying and Petwaha flapped their wings fiercely and flew below the clouds.
Werther is very familiar with this level of magic fluctuations. It appeared once when Odaviying was summoned for the first time on the Valyrian Peninsula and it broke through space and came to this world.
The human army retreating south felt a wall of air pass through their bodies, and the war horses began to stand up and neigh in fear. The mages felt a biting chill sticking to their bodies, and it seemed as if countless dead souls were roaring in their ears.
The ripples of magic have spread across King's Landing, past Storm's End, and are continuing to spread to the entire world. Mages in Tyrosh, Volantis, and even as far away as Yi and Asshai have all felt the impact.
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In the team retreating south, Jon, who was pushing a wheelchair, noticed something was wrong with his brother.
"Bran! What's wrong with you!"
"I~~~" Bran in the wheelchair had a purple face and covered his neck with his hands as if he was suffocating.
Jon thought Bran was choking on something, and when he was about to help him up, Bran raised his hand to stop him.
Bran let go of his hand, and the color gradually returned to his face: "A huge evil has come to the world, and we~~we cannot deal with it."
Jon turned his head and looked towards the north, with a solemn expression on his face: "The wave of magic power just now was as powerful as Alda Weiying."
"Jon! We can't escape!" At this time, Bran or the Green Seer, who had been calm for hundreds of years, was filled with fear because his green vision had failed!
As long as the green prophet is related to that evil person, he can't see their future. The golden robe escorting him beside him, ten minutes ago, he could see his future running in the farmland holding his daughter, but now there is only a piece of it left.
Pitch black.
Jon looked at Bran, whose eyes were wandering, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way! Witte told me that the White Walkers are weapons created by the Children of the Ancient Forest. At this moment, they and the Green Man are all in the Thousand Faces in the Lake of the God's Eye.
On the island, they may have a solution!"
At this moment, Bran is constantly using magic to contact the Children of the Forest in his consciousness. Normally, he can easily contact the Children of the Forest living nearby as long as there are weirwood trees, but now there is no response when his magic is emitted.
He stopped the panic in his heart and looked up at Jon: "Take me there, there is only hope if you find the Children of the Forest and the Green Man."
Jon patted his younger brother on the shoulder and said to the golden robe beside him: "Lance, Rickard, you lead two teams to find two fishing boats. We will escort the Green Seer to Thousand Faces Island."
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There was movement inside the three-meter-high round meat ball. Something stood up from inside, stretching the meat ball into a five-meter-high oval shape.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The flesh and blood on the top of the meat ball has been stretched into a thin film, and a humanoid monster can be faintly seen inside, moving its tibia and stretching its limbs.
Phew~~
As the humanoid monster scratched the flesh ball from the inside, a large amount of blood spurted out, forming a rain of blood around the carriage.
The humanoid monster bathed in the rain of blood tore open the damaged flesh ball with his hands, took a step forward and stood in the mud. With dark skin and a huge five-meter-tall body, the Night King was kneeling on one knee at the moment.
At feet.
The humanoid monster wears a black skirt and armor. There is no skin on the whole body, and the tight muscles are directly exposed. The recurved legs and hoof-shaped soles have huge sharp claws. Two horns extend from the back of the head.
The left one and the right one are placed on the side of the face.
It ignored the giant dragon in the sky and turned its ice-blue eyes to look at the land. Its lipless mouth opened slightly to reveal the fine fangs inside. It raised its arm and picked up the broken flesh ball.
A five-meter-long black giant hammer with a ferocious appearance.
It is the God of Conspiracy, the Reaper of Souls, the Lord of Domination, the Lord of Cruelty, who wants to harvest the souls of all mortals, the creator of vampires, and the blood projection of the scheming Lord of Cold Harbor in this world.
"The Demon Lord Morag Bal!"
At this moment, Witte's mood hit rock bottom. He learned from the books that the devil could not easily break the spatial barrier, but even the projection of the vampire body created by it was not something he could deal with.
Renly tried to comfort the nervous Petwaha: "It's the Demon God! What should we do now? We can't win, shall we retreat?"
As if they couldn't hear Renly's shouting, Werther and Odaweying stared intently at the tall body on the ground.
Two dragons were hovering in the sky. After a while, Werther turned to look at Renly: "Go on!"
The Bloody Scar Blade spun around in the air for several times before being caught by Renly.
Holding the hilt of the great sword, Renly shouted to Werther with a solemn expression: "What do you want to do! Don't mess around! What do you want to do! I can help you!"
Renly kept yelling at Werther, and the expression on his face became more and more angry and ferocious.
Werther's tone was calm: "If I can't come back, give this sword to Sauron."