Among the sixteen knights, the leader is holding a spear and riding a maroon war horse. He is wearing armor and a white cloak. He has gray hair and some wrinkles on his face. He wears a strange black thing on his head to cover his eyes. On both sides of the saddle
Hanging a long spear to beat the sun flag, shouting oh oh constantly from his mouth.
"Oberon?"
Robb, Ashara, Nymeria standing on the ice, and others who knew Oberon were not focused on him.
Oberon himself just wanted to be a witness. Sixteen of them rushed from Maiden Spring to support them. The horses were already weak. Oberon gradually fell behind and left the team alone to run towards Robert.
The formation has changed. Running at the front is an old man in white robes holding a bone staff. The young people behind him have all drank special alchemy potions, which strengthened their bodies and changed their appearance. They are all very thin.
Several of them have slightly childish faces and appear to be less than 16 years old, but they have white hair and pale skin like the other fourteen people.
The fifteen white-armored knights still maintained their speed and even accelerated towards the zombie army. The war horses under their crotches had no decorations or armor protection, no heavy breathing, and no flesh and blood. They were white skeletal war horses.
The knights wore white clothes and trousers, with simple bone decorations on their chests, arms, and calves, forming a simple pair of light armor. They held various weapons in their hands, including spears, warhammers, long swords, and other weapons.
With one exception, they are all made of white bones.
"It's Archmage Qyburn!" Ashara shouted happily.
Her own magic and martial arts are closely combined, which is good for dealing with a single strong enemy, but not suitable for dealing with groups of undead creatures. Now with the support of Qyburn, an expert in studying the dead, her chances of winning are greatly increased.
"Is he Cobain? So he looks like this!"
Looking at the white knights charging towards the zombie army, more soldiers were asking each other.
Qyburn was active ten years ago. After that, he lived in seclusion because the magic he studied was too disturbing. Many soldiers present were still children at that time and had only heard of Qyburn's name. King's Landing Magic Academy only had his portrait.
, he himself has only appeared a few times over the years.
Although he did not have an official name, Qyburn was also one of Werther's first magic apprentices. Thinking that he had gone through life and death for people during the war, and was rejected and driven away by them for studying dead bodies in peacetime, Werther was very angry at that time.
Werther personally went to the Red Keep to find Renly and Stannis. Now there are only three brothers left in Baratheon. Renly has a magic school in King's Landing, and Werther also has one in Tyrosh. Together, the three of them decided to put the science
Ben and his apprentices were arranged on Dragonstone Island, far away from the mainland, so that Stannis could have his own magic school.
"Attack!" Qyburn on the skeleton horse raised his bone staff and let out an old and hoarse shout. The apprentices behind him shouted and raised their weapons.
Their weapons glowed with purple light, which was a color unique to the summoning system. Dots of purple light appeared around them, and pieces of bone flew out of the light and covered the bones of the horses and them.
The white bones formed a thick helmet and armor, the slender spear turned into a heavy spear, the war hammer had bone spurs, the long sword had bone teeth on its spine, and even the skeleton war horse was covered with a thick layer of white bones. The knight in white instantly
Light armored cavalry became heavily armored knights.
Today's magicians have gone astray and wear robes with their wands. Magicians should wear heavy armor! Nowadays, only the enlightened Qyburn faction has completely implemented Werther's ideas.
"Roar!" The white-armored knights roared in unison, and the purple light made it even louder.
On the ground between the group of ghouls and the human defenders, rows of huge tooth-white bone spurs broke out of the ground. Their hard and sharp tips were pointed at the ghoul army, instantly forming three rows of skeletons and charging ghouls.
On the bone spurs, the corpses behind were in chaos.
Relying on the three rows of tooth spikes to resist the horse could only slow down the charging momentum of the ghoul army. The ghoul who were wearing it did not die, but more ghouls stepped on them and rolled over.
The purple light group began to flash, and a large number of bone fragments were ejected from the light group. In the shocked eyes of everyone, the scattered bone fragments began to gather together, forming fourteen four-meter-tall skeleton giants holding weapons.
Each blow of the fourteen skeleton giants can smash a large number of ghouls into pieces, and each sweep can clear a large area. The white-armored heavy cavalry who controls them also follow closely behind to participate in the battle, blocking the oncoming attacks.
The corpses bought time for the human legion to retreat, and for a while the broken limbs and arms were flying around.
One direction was blocked, and a horde of corpses gradually surrounded it from the side.
After releasing the bone spurs, Coburn, who was on the war horse, retreated to the rear to observe the battle of his disciples, constantly directing them to fight.
Looking at the army of corpses surrounding him from the side and the mountains and plains behind him, Coburn knew it was time to take action himself.
After the magic was lifted, the war horses were scattered into a pile of bones. Coburn, who was stepping on the mud, straightened his back and walked towards the group of ghouls with slow steps: "Today is the last lesson I will teach you!
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After hearing this, the fourteen apprentices immediately broke away from the battle and retreated behind him. They held their bone weapons tightly against their chests and stared at their mentor.
On the wrinkled face of Cobain, who was walking slowly, drops of blood seeped out from the pores. The white bone armor on his body was also stained red, and his flesh quickly became dry and gray.
"Get up~~!" Cobain's voice was hoarse and trembling in pain, and his bright red blood was ignited by him, forming a blue magical flame that enveloped his body.
This is a low-level magic that every magician has learned but is almost never used. It burns blood to increase magic power.
Qyburn looked around at his apprentices: "Our magic school is not a heresy! Let alone the lackeys of the White Walkers! We are necromancers who control the undead!"
"Remember the teacher's instructions!" The fourteen apprentices stood upright and stared at Qianbain.
Qyburn's body was trembling. He looked up in the direction where Oda Weiying disappeared. After a while, he saw that there was no movement in the sky before he looked down at Ashara and Rob. He nodded to them. Qyburn looked back and stared at
Group of corpses.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After receiving Werther's recruitment order, the old Qyburn ignored the dissuasion of his apprentices, drank a large amount of alchemical potions, and resolutely embarked on this fatal journey.
He didn't want to die alone on Dragonstone during the war, but wanted to use his last magic power to use new magic in front of Werther, hoping to get Werther's approval, and call Werther a teacher he had never called him in his life. Unfortunately, Werther and Werther
The monster has reached the south.
"Ha~~~"
With Cobain's last roar, all his long hair and waist-length beard fell off, and white silk threads fluttered in the wind. His breathing and heartbeat almost stopped, and his body shrank like a mummy. He relied on the staff in his hand.
You can stand firm by leaning on the ground.
"Qyburn! Stop!" Ashara and Robb shouted but did not go to help.
The two had lived and studied with Cobain since they were young, and despite their age gap, they still had a deep relationship. Seeing him preparing to commit suicide, they shouted excitedly to stop him. They knew that unless Cobain himself interrupted this magic, there was nothing outsiders could do.
The blue magic flame was absorbed into Cobain's body and transformed into pure summoning magic. It gathered in front of him and formed a huge magic group with purple clouds.
"Back off!" Robb quickly ordered the troops to retreat.
This is the magic that Qyburn used up his own life to release. The current summoning system either summons dead objects, such as various weapons, or summons corpses with residual souls. With Qyburn's strength, what he summons must be powerful.
Incomparable.
A huge white bone spur poked out from the purple cloud, one meter, then ten meters, until it was thirty meters long, followed by a second and a third.
"Bone Claw?"
"That's Dragon Wings?"
As the whole skeleton crawled out of the purple cloud, everyone saw clearly that it was a skeletal wing without flesh, followed by its spine, ribs, cervical vertebrae and tail, as well as the purple light in the eye socket.
The dragon head of blue soul fire, what Qyburn summoned was a giant skeletal dragon with a head and tail length of about forty meters.
Qyburn found a large number of animal remains eaten by dragons on Dragonstone to practice magic, which did not meet his expectations.
In the dungeon of King's Landing where the Targaryen dragons are buried, the dragon bones there have been absorbed by Wirt and the dragon soul cannot be used as a summoning medium.
He rummaged through the ancient books in the Dragonstone Castle, kept digging on the island, and finally unearthed a deeply buried dragon skeleton in a secret place.
Once the mount of Aegon II, now the bone dragon: Sunfire.