Ed reacted quickly, and the man with long dark brown hair suddenly pushed Robert aside.
He never thought that the first target the Night King wanted to kill was himself, not the human king beside him.
However, Eddard did not push Robert away and stand there stupidly waiting to die. He also threw himself on the ground to the side.
boom--
However, just as Ed threw himself on the ground and his cheek touched the cold snowflakes, he heard a loud noise from behind.
The short spear thrown by the Night King was like a cruise missile, overturning the snow shelter just above the two of them, blasting directly into the sky, and then falling freely behind the Great Wall.
"Fuck!"
King Robert was pushed away by his good brother and lay on the ground, also in shock. His eyes were as wide as copper bells and he chewed a lot of snow in his mouth.
"Seven levels of hell! This... this is..."
Robert was stunned for a moment, not even knowing what to say. He watched helplessly as the snow shed just above his head was blown into the air, and then fell down again.
On the other side, Barristan Selmy, the captain of the Kingsguard, who was standing not far away, was guarding the crane.
He needed to ensure that His Majesty the King could leave the top of the Great Wall smoothly, and at the same time, he would not overhear the conversation between His Majesty the King and Duke Ed.
However, the sudden change shocked the white-haired old knight. Is this a ballista shooting up?
"His Majesty!"
Then Ser Barristan hurried over and tried to help the king he was loyal to from the ground.
"What the hell kind of monster is this!"
Then, before he could help me, I heard His Majesty the King curse loudly.
Barristan breathed a sigh of relief when he could hear the king lying on the ground still cursing so vigorously.
Then the big black fat man climbed up from the ground and patted the snow on his body.
The short spear missed and he was uninjured, so he naturally did not need help from anyone else.
But even so, Robert was still a little frightened, which almost shattered his outlook on life.
His Majesty the King is so courageous that he even made a bold statement just now to kill this bullshit Night King with a hammer.
However, at that time, he never thought that the leader of the White Walkers could be so outrageous...
Is this a fucking monster that humans can deal with?
Throwing a spear with bare hands was like a ballista, and he even suspected that it was more powerful than a ballista.
"He... wants to kill me?"
Eddard Stark, who had just saved the king, was still lying in the snow and did not get up. He was also a little frightened, and at the same time, for some reason, such an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.
However, his chest was heaving and he was breathing heavily. He lay on the snow and thought for a moment.
"It should just...throw it crookedly, right?"
Then the Duke of Winterfell shook his head to drive away the random thoughts in his mind, and then got up from the ground.
...
And below.
The Night King, with the frozen crown on his head, raised his head and saw that he had just failed to kill the 'Ice Wolf' that disgusted him. His frown slightly relaxed, but he didn't say anything more.
To him, mortals are like ants.
Unless these human ancestors are resurrected and use magic to block their progress, it is impossible for these people alone to stop the cold from engulfing the entire world.
The Night King didn't care that he didn't kill this Stark easily, and then his eyes burning with cold fire retracted his gaze and fell back into the gap where the Great Wall collapsed.
Originally, the Great Wall would be the most powerful obstacle to his footsteps. He had been waiting for a suitable opportunity, but he did not expect that it would collapse due to human infighting.
Then the Night King remained silent and just waved his hand.
"Roar--"
The next second.
Thousands of corpses stretching as far as the eye could see simultaneously let out a deafening roar of terror. The sound penetrated the sky and made the snow on the city wall tremble slightly.
The dozen White Walkers following him also controlled the mounts under their crotches and charged forward, leading the ice spiders and the sea of corpses towards the city wall temporarily built by humans in an attempt to stop the cold footsteps.
Now that the Great Wall has collapsed and cracks have appeared in the magic barrier, it will no longer hinder him, and the humans standing in the way are even more vulnerable.
The Night King was no longer prepared to drag it on. He waved his hand to let these ignorant mortals embrace darkness and death.
But it's obvious that these mortals don't want to obey the Night King's orders and die willingly.
"Everyone!"
"Prepare to meet the enemy!"
Lord Randyll Tarly, the head of the Tarly family from the Horns of the Reach, suddenly drew his sword 'Heartbreak' from his waist.
The Valyrian steel sword reflected light in the weak sunlight.
The bald man has a serious face and a short, stiff beard. He is regarded as one of the best commanders in the Seven Kingdoms and possesses an iron will.
The Tully family's motto is also to "be first on the battlefield" and never forget the way of bravery from generation to generation.
Randyll Tarly shouted orders from his mouth, and his whole body was covered in steel, directing the soldiers to organize defense, while also eliminating the fear in everyone's hearts...
Including himself.
"The White Walkers have nothing to fear!"
"Our King Robert killed one himself not long ago!"
Randyll Tarly shouted loudly to boost morale, and at the same time looked with sharp eyes at the sea of corpses that erupted with deafening roars and surged toward the battlements.
Although he said that there was nothing to be afraid of, there was no relaxed expression on his face, instead he looked solemn.
He had previously strongly opposed His Majesty the King's sniper attack on the Army of the Dead on the Great Wall.
'If the city wall is intact, it is the best barrier. Once there is a flaw, the enemy will seize the opportunity to attack, eventually leading to a complete defeat.'
He believed that he should retreat to Winterfell to disperse the enemy's strength, and at the same time strengthen the walls and clear the country to drive all the people in the north south to prevent the army of the dead from being replenished.
Excellent commanders can come up with reasonable countermeasures in the shortest possible time no matter what kind of enemy they face.
However, King Robert, who had just gained confidence, did not adopt Randyll Tarly's advice.
He insisted that the Great Wall was the best place to stop the White Walkers, and he wanted to fight the White Walkers here to the death.
In fact, Robert's point of view is not wrong. After all, if you fail to let the ghosts into the north, you will bear a huge responsibility. Both of their ideas have their own pros and cons.
But the difference between the two is that His Majesty the King's orders are true to his word.
Randyll Tarly, who was not Stannis, had no way to go toe-to-toe with His Majesty the King, so he could only kneel on one knee and obey His Majesty the King's orders.
He is now responsible for commanding the battle on the city wall.
"Relax! Guys!"
Randyll Tarly stood on the battlements, holding his family's magic weapon and heartbroken, determined to lead the way and boost morale.
"Prepare to meet the enemy!"
"Raise your shield!"
Wow——
Countless shields were raised.
"Spear array!"
"Archers! Get ready!"
"Hurry up!"
Click, click, click——
The sound of bowstrings being pulled was heard uniformly on the battlements. All the bows and arrows were stained with kerosene, and then lit on the fire, burning with flames.
"Fire the arrow!"
This was followed by an order from Earl Tully.
Countless arrows with burning flames and black smoke flew into the sky, forming a sea of fire, and then fell down together.