On the plain east of Lake God's Eye, two high-end combat forces, the Night King and Sauron, chased each other and fought away from the battlefield. The human army and the corpses fought together.
The beasts with only skeletons and flesh of magic fighting against the war elephants, shields and spears collided with the minions of the ghouls, the knights' horses dashed left and right among the ghouls, and various magics flew overhead.
At this time, King Renly no longer cares about the safety of the two young boys. Victory is the most important thing.
He immediately joined the princes Lionel and Baemon, and the three of them rode their respective dragons. The dragon's flames sprayed out to form rows of walls of fire, which burned the ghouls to death and separated the rest of the ghouls, creating a barrier for the ground.
Human armies relieve stress.
The screams of humans, the roars of corpses, and the roars of dragons.
Regardless of nobles, commoners or mages, in this war between the living and the dead, heads will fall to the ground at any time, and death is just an insignificant number.
"Lionel!" Renly's magical voice spread across the battlefield.
The blue dragon Sea Blade in the distance made a big circle in the air and flew towards Renly. It didn't take long before it flew side by side with Petwaha.
"Father, what's the matter?"
Seeing the various defensive magics flashing on Lionel's body, Renly felt a lot more at ease. When this boy was born, Werther had asserted that he would indeed be able to defeat him with magic before he grew up. Now it seems that his strength has almost caught up with his own.
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"The situation on the battlefield here has been stabilized for the time being, but only by destroying the Night King can we achieve final victory. Hurry up and go to God's Eye Lake to support Sauron!"
"Am I the only one to go? I'll leave right now!" Although he didn't quite understand his father Renly's tactical arrangements, Lionel immediately agreed, patted the thorns on the back of the Blue Dragon Sea Blade, and prepared to speed up and fly forward.
"Wait a minute!" Renly quickly stopped his son: "When the battle is too fierce, don't impulsively intervene. Just lend Sauron your sword, Dawnbreaker!"
"Got it!" The Dawnbreaker hangs on his waist every day. Lionel knows its characteristics very well. If Sauron has its help, it will be easier to deal with the Night King.
Lionel held the long sword and leaned down to grasp the thorns. The sea blade flapped its wings and rushed toward the God's Eye Lake at an accelerated speed.
Renly looked sideways at the battlefield below, and shouted to the golden dragon not far away that was still breathing fire everywhere: "Baimon! You follow me as a cover now, let's kill the White Walkers hiding among the corpses!"
"good!"
Two dragons, one red and one gold, rushed to the battlefield again.
the other side.
Sauron and the Black Dragon were transformed by Darkseid using a devil's contract, and had the ability to temporarily borrow Dagon's power. The fight between him and the Night King ended at the shore of the God's Eye Lake.
The dragon flames of the young black dragon are not as good as those of Audawei Ying. Even with the magic heat like lava, it is blocked by the ice magic of the Night King, because there is also a demon god standing behind the Night King.
It seems that Sauron and the Night King are fighting, but behind the scenes, Dagon and Molag Bal are actually wrestling with each other. The world that Dagon likes is not something that other demons can touch even if he has no time to conquer it, and he is...
Drive Morag's minions out of this world through Sauron.
The ice spider's agile movements and sharp stinging limbs can easily kill human knights. It is vulnerable to the black dragon covered in steel armor. Its only function before death is to throw the Night King into the air.
The Night King found the right opportunity to grab the thorns on the black dragon's back, and fought with Sauron from the ground to the air on the dragon's back, from the plain to above the Lake of the God's Eye.
Not long after, the black dragon's left wing was frozen by ice magic and a large piece of flesh was torn off by the Night King. After a roar, it relied on Sauron's magic to maintain its balance and crash-landed into the red forest on Thousand Faces Island in the center of the lake. Together with the Night King,
Entered the ground battle again.
The black dragon Sun Shadow that landed on the ground was so furious that it bit off the ice attached to the left wing with its mouth. The ice and the frozen flesh and blood fell off, leaving almost only the skeleton of the entire left wing.
It had never suffered such a serious injury in its entire life. It ran on the ground with its legs and right wing, chasing the Night King and spitting out mouthfuls of dragon fire.
Every time the ice spear is swung, the cold air it brings can freeze more than a dozen big trees into ice. While using the condensed blue ice to block the dragon's flames, it also has to fight Sauron with black smoke all over his body, and
You also have to be on guard against the black smoke that rises up and flies around from time to time, flying behind you and stabbing you in the waist.
Sauron's own Valyrian steel sword has been burned red by the power from "hell". The enchantment circle inside the sword has long been destroyed, and the magic attribute on the sword is only scorching heat.
Every time he and the Night King slashed at each other, countless golden-red magic clusters flew out from their swords, splashing everywhere like viscous lava, causing trees to immediately catch fire if they touched it.
On Qianmian Island, where the two men fought, the red leaves were covered with a layer of hard ice crystals, the white tree trunks were burned black, and large tracts of thousand-year-old weirwood forests were destroyed.
On this island with a diameter of more than ten kilometers, half of the human army brought by Rob was hiding. They finally escaped and rested here. Who would have thought that a strong man would descend from the sky here.
Sauron and the Night King were fighting for their lives, with range and precision magic flying everywhere. Their weapons were swinging with deadly moves. Coupled with the furious black dragon, how could he take care of accidental damage?
The white cold air blew past, leaving behind a pile of humanoid ice sculptures in various poses with frightened faces.
If you don't avoid the golden-red lava flying from the sky, it can't be wiped off even if you don't use magic. The high temperature will quickly melt a large hole in your limbs, chest and abdomen, and you can only wait for death in painful wails.
The soldiers on the island had no time to put on their armor, so they threw down their weapons and fled for their lives. They ran to the shores around the island and stood in a crowd of knee-deep cold lakes, waiting for the battle to end or for Commander-in-Chief Rob to use his magic again to freeze a path.
The icy road to escape.
In the chaotic crowd, a group of Dornish noble knights were persuading a black-armored warrior wearing a bright red cloak to let her stand in the water to avoid the heat that might come at any time, but she pushed away the crowd and looked straight at the island
A fire shot into the sky in the center.
The Night King, through propaganda, even the peasant soldiers recruited recognized his appearance and ice magic.
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It is even worse than all the members of the Baratheon family who can ride dragons now, but Nymeria knows very well that it is Sauron and his black dragon.
It was getting late, and it was particularly bright on the burning Qianmian Island. The biting cold wind was mixed with a heat wave that hit people's faces from time to time.
Regardless of the dissuasion, Nymeria insisted on staying and watching the battle in the distance. The red cloak was swinging in the wind, and the dark Valyrian steel armor reflected the red firelight. Her hand holding the spear tightened, and the gauntlet and the gun barrel emitted light.
The clattering sound made her feel extremely restless.
Except for Odaweying and Renly's two dragons, the other four little dragons all grew up in their own homes.
Ever since he brought back a few dragon eggs from Skull Island, "Lazy" Veit had only been shown how to raise the giant dragon once, and after that it was Nymeria and Tyene who took care of them.
Turning dragon eggs over in the fire, watching them break out of their shells and hatching, tearing the meat into strips to feed them, chasing and fighting with several of the Stark direwolves in the castle, and there were bitten and torn furniture everywhere.
The rotten carpet eventually grew from the size of a chicken to a flying giant.
Unlike the beasts raised by the Targaryens, the dragons raised by the Baratheons can talk.
Feeding the little dragons to grow up and teaching them dragon language, these dragons are also their own children in the hearts of Nymeria and Tyene.
Recognizing the black dragon, Nymeria didn't know where Sauron learned the new magic. Her body suddenly grew a lot taller. His whole body was covered in black armor, and around him was a ball of magic that could fly around.
The black shadow is the magic of Quili.
The black dragon and the Kuili won't fight like this with anyone else, not even Witte, so this black-armored dragon knight can only be Sauron.
Nymeria's son has a personality like his younger sister, Tyene, who likes to delve into magic. Tyene's son, Sauron, wants to be a general commanding thousands of armies and follows Nymeria all day long. If it weren't for Darkseid
They were born a few months apart from Sauron, and the two sisters often joked that they had the wrong child.
Nymeria looked into the distance, and it was very similar to the soaring fire in Braavos. At that time, Witte was fighting in the flames and storms, and she and Tyene could only watch from a distance, unable to help anyone.
He was so busy that he could only wait anxiously, mentally prepared to collect the body of Werther who had been burnt to coke.
Now it's like this again, my son Sauron is fighting a stronger monster.
"Werther!"
Nymeria finally let out a hoarse cry.
She looked at the black dragon with only the skeleton of its left wing in the distance and the fierce battlefield. No matter how concerned she was, the rationality in her mind kept her from getting closer. Even if she was wearing Valyrian steel armor and could not use magic, it would be in vain for her to go.
Before you even get close, your body will be destroyed by magic.
"Witt! Where did you die!"
Nymeria kept shouting, and the surrounding knights and soldiers all fell silent, looking at the fire in the distance uneasily.
The person fighting the Night King should be Werther. He watched Oda Weiying fly south with a monster in his mouth. However, a whole day passed, and at the speed of the dragon, Werther still had not returned to the battlefield.
"Witt! Get out of here!"
Her crying voice was completely hoarse, and her face was filled with tears. Nymeria could no longer scream.
The knights and soldiers present did not dare to make a sound, and it was so quiet that only the waves hitting the rocks on the shore and the sound of Nymeria crying were heard. They all knew what Nymeria was thinking. Veidt might have encountered something unexpected. She was so sad.
I hope Werther will appear, even if he appears with a broken body.
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Not far away, after drinking multiple alchemical potions continuously in one day, an ordinary magician would have bled to death long ago. Only Robb Stark, who had learned special magic, could still withstand this kind of excessive drinking. However, his
The physical load is almost reaching its limit.
The blood vessels on his neck turned green and bulged, and his eyes were bloodshot and red. Robb, who was standing by the water with both swords in hand and about to freeze the lake, stopped and turned to look at Nymeria.
"Rob, what did you stop for?" Ashara, who was protecting him closely, shouted.
"Ashara, maybe we shouldn't continue to retreat!" The scene was very quiet, and Rob's words made many knights around him look at him.
Robert straightened his body, raised his sword and pointed it at the fire: "It may be Sauron who is fighting the Night King on the island. He is now evenly matched with the Night King. If we can help him, maybe this is the best chance to kill the Night King!"
After everyone listened, they all looked at the fire thoughtfully.
Robert didn't say anything yet. After drinking the alchemy potion, his senses were far beyond ordinary people's, especially for magic. He sensed that Sauron's powerful magic power did not enter his body, but only lingered on his body surface.
Rob concluded that this was the power Sauron borrowed from somewhere. It was like summoning magic, perhaps a special magic space. After all, it was not his own magic power. As the battle continued, Sauron's magic power had begun to decline.
"Perhaps I can help." came an emotionless male voice.
Robb turned his head and saw Jon Snow pushing a wheelchair over, followed by a group of strangely dressed people. Sitting in the wheelchair was Bran, the Green Seer, who had arranged to retreat in advance.
It is unclear why he is also on Thousand Faces Island, and Robert has no time to think too much now: "Bu, Green Seer, do you have any good ideas?"
"In a battle with that kind of magical intensity, the only one who can really get close to participate in the battle is you, Rob." The green seer had no expression on his face, and turned to look at a few people: "Ashara, and Jon.
three people."
Before Rob could speak, Bran added: "There was originally Qybain, but he is already dead."
The six white-clothed necromancers and other magicians who survived nearby did not come out to show off their heroes.
They are all practicing magic. They are very self-aware and know that going up with their own strength will lead to death.
"Bran, what are you going to do?" Ashara always called him.
"You three let the old direwolves stay here first. They can't help." Bran first arranged for a few direwolves: "I didn't dare to spy on the Night King before, but now he is on the island. I
I will do my best to interfere with his consciousness, and at the same time, I will also link you so that you can cooperate more closely."
"Fuck it!"
Ashara drew out the two swords from her back and held them in her hands, ready to rush out at any moment.
After Bran finished speaking, Jon looked at Robb and nodded in agreement.
"I didn't expect that we three brothers and sisters would fight side by side again." Robb looked down at the two long swords in his hands, and threw the frost to Jon, leaving the ice behind.
"I'll return it to you when you're done." Jon raised his hand and took the sword. This was the second time Robb lent him the sword, but he didn't say much.
Ordinary swords are of little use against the White Walkers, not to mention the strongest one is the Night King.
One of the swords in Ashara's hand is the Dark Sister. The broken old ice sword was made into two by Wirt's hands. Robb held the new ice, Jon held the frost, and only Valery
The substeel weapon can withstand the high-intensity magic of three people.
The three of them have been studying together since they were young, enduring the torture of Werther together, taking graduation exams together, and participating in the Tyroshi War together.
Now that they are both married and established, Jon has found a vampire as his wife and travels between Tyrosh and Tyrosh every year. If the Night King hadn't gone south, he would have lived a very happy life.
After sighing with emotion, Ashara rubbed the furry face of the direwolf Blood-Red Mary vigorously. Jon comforted the direwolf Ghost, while Gray Wind, who often communicated with Robb, breathed at Robb and lay down on the stone to rest.
"If I don't come back before dawn, Nymeria, the Princess of Dorne, will take over the command!"
After Robb arranged the military affairs, he walked to the edge of the woods to stand with Ashara and Jon.
The three of them held long swords in their hands and looked at each other with a smile on their faces.
"rush!"
As Ashara screamed, her whole body was ignited with fire, leaving a trail of flaming footprints on the ground and she was the first to rush into the woods.
"rush!"
Rob, who was feeling cold all over his body, also rushed into the woods. With the help of the medicine, Rob jumped quickly between the trees.
"rush!"
Jon, who was the last to set off, leisurely performed tricks with his long sword. His body gradually became transparent, leaving a string of purple shadows before disappearing into the woods.
Bran in the wheelchair let go of his consciousness and leaned into the firelight.
"That's not enough. The Night King's thinking is stronger than before. You push me closer."
Several brave knights followed his instructions and pushed his wheelchair into the weirwood forest.