Under the moonlight, a huge shadow crossed Qianmian Island.
Prince Lionel was extremely shocked when he looked at the shabby battlefield in the middle of the island. He also saw the black dragon Shulvokun roaring towards the woods on one side. He turned on his magic sense and immediately let the sea blade hover in place and jumped down.
On the back of the dragon.
"Sauron!"
Lionel ran to the big tree and saw four people covered in mud on their hands and feet, each holding the tree trunk in strange postures. He was the first to recognize the most familiar Sauron.
One hand of the four of them was holding a sword hilt, a white ghost's limbs were nailed to the weirwood, and a woman in black robes was beating it with a black iron rod. The white ghost kept beating it.
After struggling, the bark of the tree was rubbed clean by it, and the blood-like juice flowing out of the weirwood soaked into the body of the White Walker.
"Quiz, Jon, Robb, Ashara? The Night King!"
After identifying their identities from the four swords, Sauron, Jon, Robb, and Ashara were in such a state of confusion. The only one who was helpless was the Night King.
"Kill it!" Rob shouted through gritted teeth as his arm was about to dislocate.
Lionel first released the healing spell on several people, and then drew out the long sword from his waist. The bright light at the hilt made the Night King feel uncomfortable all over.
"Hiss~" The Night King's eyes were fixed on the sword, the magic power in his eyes kept surging, and bursts of blue mist appeared.
Seeing this situation, Lionel knew that the five of them had exhausted their last strength to restrain the Night King, and that only he could deliver the final blow.
"Ha~~~"
The Night King roared loudly again, his head shook for a while and then lowered.
After a few seconds, the Night King raised his head again and looked at Lionel: "You can't kill me!"
"The Night King can actually speak human language?" The six people present were a little surprised, but their hands did not relax, but tightened even more.
The Night King tilted his head: "I am the Green Seer. The Night King has imprisoned my mind. Don't do anything yet."
"How much longer do you need? We can't hold on any longer!" Rob said with difficulty.
If the Night King is killed at this time, Bran may also be killed, and Rob and others understand that.
The Night King didn't answer, and his head was shaking again. It should be that the Green Seer and it were fighting in his consciousness.
The Night King's head shook violently, covered in bright red weirwood juice, and the magical light in its eyes kept flashing, sometimes blue and sometimes green.
In the end, the icy blue light completely covered the green, and the Night King raised his head again, expressionless: "You will all be my slaves!"
"No! You killed Bran!" Robb roared in grief.
"I'm not dead yet. If you kill me, you will kill the Green Seer." In the spiritual world of the two of them, the Night King now clearly has the upper hand.
"What should we do now?"
Lionel held up the Dawnbreaker and said. From his childhood learning, the Green Seer, the most powerful mage in the Skinchanger series, who could see through history and predict the future, was an almost godlike existence, and he did not dare to take action.
Having suppressed the Green Seer in the spiritual world, the Night King was now able to get rid of the control of several people with all his strength. He slowly raised his right hand, and the Dark Sisters who were nailed to the tree trunk at the elbow were also slowly brought up.
"Kill it quickly! Otherwise we will all die!" Ashara didn't care so much, she just wanted to kill the Night King. After saying that, she clamped the tree trunk tightly with her legs.
"I will never die at the hands of a little bastard like you!"
The Night King looked at Lionel with ice-blue eyes and spoke more and more smoothly.
The two are spiritually connected. Could it be that the Night King learned about his true and false father from the Green Seer? Lionel's heart beat faster.
Growing up in the Red Keep of King's Landing, having witnessed the power struggles of the nobles since childhood, and being taught by his mother Margaery's words and deeds, Lionel knew that once his life story was revealed, there would be a bloody storm.
After thinking quickly, whether it’s the Green Seer or the Night King, Lionel is really murderous.
Holding the Dawnbreaker with both hands, Lionel aimed the tip of the sword at the Night King's brow.
"Your Highness! Maybe there is another way!" His brother Bran was about to die, but Rob still couldn't bear it and spoke with difficulty.
Jon, who was known for his speed, was holding the Night King's arm with all his strength. Sauron, who had exhausted all his strength, was about to lose strength and was speechless now.
Quili, who seldom spoke to outsiders, said: "You don't need to kill the Night King immediately. You can slowly pierce its body with your sword. When it is injured, its mental control will be reduced. This may allow the Green Seer's spirit to break free."
come out."
"What a great idea!" Lionel looked at Rob, who nodded in agreement.
The long sword moved to the Night King's chest, and the tip of the sword touched the ice armor.
Slowly exerting force, the Dawnbreaker's handle emitted a pure white light, and the light flowed throughout the sword. The Night King's solid ice armor faced a real demonic artifact from another world, and the magic power that was born to restrain the undead attributes instantly destroyed it.
Break open.
The ice armor quickly cracked and damaged, and the pale golden sword easily pierced the Night King's tough skin.
"Don't kill me!" The Night King began to struggle desperately, and the four people holding its limbs used their last strength to cling tightly with their bodies.
The long sword slowly penetrated a little deeper.
"Not even close!" Bran's voice came out of the Night King's mouth, and his mental power took over.
A cold light flashed in Lionel's eyes, and the hand holding Dawnbreaker suddenly exerted force, as if it had just pierced the Night King's strong sternum, but it was empty inside, and stabbed the Night King through with one sword,
Not even half of the sword's blade had penetrated into the weirwood.
"Oh~~"
Strange sounds came from the Night King's mouth, and waves of magic surged chaotically through him.
The weirwood trees on Thousand Faces Island began to tremble, the crimson leaves fell off quickly, and the carved human faces on the tree trunks shed blood and tears.
In the distant forest, Bran, who was sitting in a wheelchair, collapsed. No matter how the knights around him tried to wake him up, he watched helplessly as the Green Seer's body slowly grew colder.
"Woo~~"
Driven by the Night King's magic power, a whirlwind blew around it, and the countless red leaves rolled up made a shrill sound in the air.
"Get away! It's going to explode!"
Lionel didn't care to draw out the Dawnbreaker, picked up Robb and Ashara who were nearest and ran away. The Lizard picked up Sauron and quickly backed away with Jon's belt.
All of the Night King's magic power spurted out of his body and scattered in the cyclone, forming dots of blue light.
Everyone on the island was staring at the cyclone in the sky, which was filled with countless light spots and red leaves.
In the northern border, the Riverlands, the snowflakes falling from the sky turned into raindrops in mid-air and fell in large drops, melting the thick snow into small pits.
On the battlefield on the shore, the corpses who were slashing with swords suddenly fell in front of the human soldiers, one or two, until they fell in pieces.
The White Walkers among them also looked at their hands blankly. The magic power in their bodies was rapidly dissipating. The number of corpses that one White Walker could control in the thousands turned into hundreds, and then quickly depleted to a few.
"kill!"
No experienced soldier would miss such a great opportunity. Without an officer's order or a king's command, the entire human army launched a counterattack in unison, shouting loudly.
The Night King's body, leaning against the weirwood tree, did not turn into pieces of ice like the death of a White Walker. Instead, it quickly withered and became filled with weirwood tree sap, turning into a strange blood-red mummy.
The scattered magic power never returned to the Night King's body. As the cyclone weakened, the red leaves fell, and the dots of blue light drifted more and more in the sky, gradually disappearing, becoming pure magic and integrating into the world.
The huge weirwood tree originally had a carved human face. Now the snow-white bark keeps twisting, and two twisted human faces grow on the left and right.
Human faces were shedding blood and tears. One looked like Bran and the other looked like the Night King. They opened their big mouths and made whining sounds, which could be heard by Rob and others in the distance.