Theon didn't think he was chatting with him. After thinking about it, he replied: "Many of our civilian officials are still staying in Tyrosh. Even if we can't defeat the corpses, we can retreat eastward. There is boundless land there!"
"You can retreat, but we can't." Willas looked gloomy. Theon only needed to live, and what he needed was victory. Once he left the Reach and went to the Eastern Continent, the Tyrell family's position as Duke could not be kept at all.
After getting married and having children, and starting to manage the territory, Theon's character became much more mature and stable, and he knew what to say and what not to say: "I believe in Duke Werther."
"Witt, we have known each other since we were children, and it was he who cured my broken leg." Vilas looked up at the southern sky: "I hope he can defeat that monster!"
After not getting any useful information from Xion, Willas was about to ride on horseback to ask others when a horn sounded from the front of the team, and then another one. The horn began to blow continuously, continuously.
"How could it be an attack order?"
"What happened up front?"
Without the huge mountain of Odaweying, King Renly and his dragons would not know where to fly. Without the spiritual support of the dragon, it would be difficult to boost the morale of the defeated army.
The retreating team stopped advancing and fell into confusion when they heard the continuous sound of attack horns from the front, and instantly panicked.
"Do those noble lords want us to die to wean them off?"
Xion quickly fastened his helmet straps, jumped off the carriage and ran to Vilas, who had a higher military rank than him: "Vilas! Do we want to form a formation?"
"I don't know, let's have another look!" Villas looked at the chaotic crowd and couldn't make up his mind for a moment. The horse under his crotch was also restless, pacing back and forth.
There are ghouls chasing after them. Are they ordered to set up an offensive formation? Human beings have failed in defense and are retreating. Where are the troops left? Continue to retreat? The sound of the horn is indeed another order to attack.
"Vilas! Listen!" Xion suddenly became excited.
Another horn sounded, and Vilas pricked up his ears. The rhythm and pitch of the sound were completely different from the horns he usually heard. It was dull and long.
"Theon! Theon?" Willas turned around to ask Theon, but saw him directing his men to form a formation.
Soon, the soldiers from Tyrosh had formed a dozen neat attacking formations.
Willas rode to find Xion: "Is support really arriving?"
"Roar!"
"We must win! We must win!"
The soldiers on the battlefield cheered instantly, quickly covering up Xion's voice shouting to Willas. Willas couldn't hear what he was shouting at all. He looked in the direction of the cheering soldiers and saw the sky in the distance.
Four giant dragons are flying over.
Willas recognized the color of the dragon, got off his horse and leaned into Xion's ear: "Is it the king, the prince, Sauron and Baimon?"
Theon was already very excited, holding the long sword in his hand and ready to fight at any time: "More than that! It's the horn of Volantis and the Lysians! We often go to sea with them, and we will never hear it wrong!"
"Volantis and Lys?" Upon hearing these two familiar yet unfamiliar words, Willas's heartbeat quickened. This seemed to be the third time that an army from another continent had set foot on Westeros.
The army of corpses appeared in sight, four giant dragons flew into the clouds to prepare, and supporting troops also arrived.
Full of exotic armor and weapons, the army of Volantis alone was equivalent to that of a dukedom, and they also brought war elephants.
The metal thorns tied to the two tusks shone coldly, and the chain armor protected the heads and chests of the war elephants. In the wooden baskets on their backs, four archers were sorting obsidian arrows. In the commander's car
On the back of the war elephant, four long horns made of ivory kept sounding a low and dull roar.
Even if the Volantis people's clothes are too thin to fight deep into the north in the cold season, they can win a victory for mankind on the outskirts of Harrenhal. The soldiers present believe that it is definitely enough!
The call was given to attack, no more defensive battles, the army was organized and prepared for war, with war elephants in front, four giant dragons hovering in the sky, the human army that had restored morale launched a charge, preparing to fight to the death with the ghoul army.
One thousand meters.
It was the first time for many soldiers to see a war elephant, and it was also the first time to hear the cry of a war elephant. Such a heavily armed behemoth made them full of confidence.
Nine hundred meters.
The knights have outflanked the infantry and are marching slowly on both sides. As soon as the order is given, they will charge with their lances raised high.
Eight hundred meters.
Foreign horns were mixed with the roar of war drums, densely packed spears were standing upright and moving, the obsidian on the spearheads reflected black light, the soldiers held their shoulders against their shoulders, and the grips of the shields in their hands tightened again and again.
Seven hundred meters.
The four giant dragons at high altitude folded their wings and dived towards the ground.
"Get ready for 700 meters!" The order shouted by the officers did not spread, and the sound was covered by a roar from the sky.
"Night~~King~~!" Sauron Baratheon's roar, mixed with magic, resounded through the sky, overwhelming the footsteps of zombies and humans, and even the war elephants were stunned.
The black dragon Shulvokun, also commonly known as the Shadow of the Sun, was originally the fastest flying dragon. This time it swooped down extremely fast. Sauron ignored his uncle Renly's dissuasion and sprinted with all his strength, killing the other three.
The giant dragon pulled far behind.
"Night~~King~~!" Sauron had already discovered the Night King among the White Walkers, and the black dragon quickly changed to a level flight before hitting the ground.
"what is that?"
Xion looked at the black dragon in the sky. Even though he often saw Sauron and the black dragon, he was still so surprised that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
The black dragon's head, neck, body and tail are all covered with large pieces of jet black metal, making the originally slender figure look extremely strong.
Sauron, who was supposed to be riding on the back of the dragon, was standing on the head of the dragon, his whole body wrapped in ferocious black armor. The body of the Quilizia holding Sauron tightly turned into black mist and coiled around his armor.
The black dragon rushed straight towards the Night King, and when it passed over the human legion, it pulled out a long black smoke where it flew.
Dots of sparks began to fly away from the dragon and his body.
"Go to death!" Sauron roared angrily.
There were more and more sparks, which were particularly conspicuous among the thick black smoke emitted by the black dragon. As Sauron began to increase the injection of magic power, the sparks disappeared, and a small piece of armor turned red, and then the magic power gathered into a viscous mass like lava.
Liquid flowed along the bodies of Sauron and the black dragon.
As soon as Renly, who fell behind, saw the changes in Sauron, he immediately recognized the aura on him. This aura was exactly the same as the lava hell that he and Werther accidentally entered, coming from the power of another demon.
I realized that the magic power of Sauron and the Black Dragon itself has not been enhanced much. It is more that they have borrowed the form of external force to achieve this state. The attack power has not been improved much, but the hot lava and the cold ice of the Night King are just right for each other.
restraint.
Renly had no time to think about the consequences that Sauron's actions would bring to the world. The top priority right now was to deal with the Night King. He began to command his son and Baemon to speed up and prepare to assist Sauron.
Countless ice spears were shot at the black dragon from the hands of the White Walkers. The black dragon completely ignored these attacks and allowed the ice spears to hit its body, watching them break and melt.