The soldiers in the front line were completely routed, while the main force of the coalition forces in the center stood ready.
"Everyone!"
"Prepare to engage the enemy!"
King Robert Baratheon of the Seven Kingdoms wears thick black armor, with a crowned stag with an angry crown on his chest, and a helmet as black as ink on his head.
Tread...
The horse's hooves stirred up the dust and snowflakes on the ground. He was patrolling the coalition array on a tall horse. The heavy sound of the horse's hooves trampled on the ground, and at the same time he spoke like a bell.
"Raise your shield!"
Wow——
The king was on the left and right of the coalition army. The morale of the soldiers was naturally more determined. Countless shields were raised high and blocked in front of them.
The three Kingsguards following the king were also riding on war horses, wearing white armor without family crests, and their snow-white cloaks swayed in the wind.
"The king looks a bit like his former self."
Barristan Selmy, captain of the Kingsguard, looked at Robert's back, reined in the reins with one hand and said.
Robert used to be tall and mighty, with a bold personality. He was famous for his bravery that no one in the Seven Kingdoms could match. He was the dream lover of countless girls. However, after winning the crown, Robert was overly addicted to wine and sex, which destroyed his body and body.
Spiritual energy.
However, in Barristan's view, Robert has now regained some of his former self under the stimulation of the White Walkers.
The other two Kingsguards were following the captain.
Sir Mandon Moore sat silently on his horse, while Sir Meryn Tran sneered silently, then glanced at Barristan's back and narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
.
The final battle is clouded.
The dawn has not yet arrived, and the sky is only slightly white.
However, the images of all the beings within the coalition with their own agendas are endlessly fascinating. On the contrary, the ghouls are united as one, without the slightest distraction, fighting to destroy the world and eliminate all life.
Wow...
Countless defeated soldiers from the front line fled from both sides of the center line. The figure of the commander of the front line, Randyll Tully, also passed by here. He was lying on the horse, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. He just trusted the reins and headed toward the distance in the darkness without looking back.
Escape.
When Robert saw the other party, his heart sank a little for some reason.
But now Robert had no choice but to continue to hesitate. As the number of defeated troops in the front line increased, the sharp howls of the ghouls following these defeated generals were getting closer and closer, and the heavy footsteps made the coalition soldiers...
The ground beneath my feet was trembling slightly.
Rumble——
Then Robert's gaze penetrated the wind and snow, and the black army of the dead with no end in sight finally rushed forward.
"coming!"
Robert clenched the warhammer in his hand, and countless coalition soldiers gulped and clenched the shield or spear in their hand.
The next second.
boom--
Just like a heavy tank rushing in, there was a huge impact and the sound of bones breaking.
"ah--"
Several coalition soldiers were knocked high into the air and fell to the rear with screams.
Facing the army of the dead, a huge zombie mammoth broke into the coalition formation.
Half of its head had turned into a hollow, as if it had been eaten away by something, revealing rotten flesh and blood that emitted a foul odor. Only a single eye was left, and the faint blue light was full of bloodthirsty and madness.
One of the long tusks of the zombie mammoth was broken into half, but it still tore apart the seemingly unbreakable formation of the coalition forces like a mammoth.
Sitting on the back of this mammoth was a white-haired White Walker wearing ice armor. His eyes were directly locked on Robert Baratheon in the center of the coalition army, and he let out an ice crack in his mouth.
The loud sound of opening.
Then he held the sword of ice and urged the mammoth on his crotch to rush directly towards Robert.
He recognized that Robert might be the king of this group of humans, and if he wanted to capture the thief, capture the king first.
Countless corpses also followed behind him, frantically attacking the coalition's lines.
And at this time.
Bang!
There was a sound of a bow string exploding, and a spear mounted on a giant crossbow was suddenly launched, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
The spearhead made of obsidian was pointed directly at the white-haired White Walker sitting on the back of the skeletal mammoth.
"Go to hell!"
The faces of the coalition soldiers responsible for controlling the giant crossbows were filled with the pleasure of revenge and outright hatred, intertwined with each other, and even became distorted, and their hearts were completely filled with hatred.
He is a soldier in the north. His hometown has become a ghost. His mother died in the north and may have become a member of the zombies. His wife was also bitten by a poisonous snake on the Neck Causeway during his escape south.
Death.
However, he is just an ordinary person, a small microcosm of this unfortunate era. There are many, many people like him who have suffered an unfair fate.
An ordinary coalition soldier controlled a giant crossbow and fired a spear. The spearhead was filled with dragon crystal and filled with hatred, and it easily pierced the chest of the White Walker.
These dragon crystals were weapons made from the first batch of mined dragon crystals transported to the front line after the Targaryen family occupied Dragonstone Island.
And the white-haired, white-bearded White Walker riding a wight mammoth still had a look of disbelief on his face, as if he didn't expect that he could be killed so easily by a human after living for so many years.
Bang——
Then it erupted into a sky full of broken ice stubble, fell to the ground, and completely disappeared from this world.
Only his mount was left, raising its rancid trunk and heavy front feet, and letting out a terrifying roar.
Woo——
A desolate horn sounded from behind.
On the eve of dawn, under the dim light.
"kill!"
"kill!"
The soldiers of the coalition fought back, and the entire battlefield was filled with the sounds of killing, the howling of corpses, and the sound of swords piercing flesh.
"Hold your ground!"
"Fight to the death and never retreat!"
Roose Bolton, the Earl of the Dreadfort, was concentrating on directing the battle, without any precautions behind him.
Puff——
However, at this moment, he was dragged off the horse, and two daggers were stabbed directly into his chest from behind, and blood poured out instantly.
Two soldiers wearing royal armor looked like they were hugging each other, but they took advantage of the chaos on the battlefield to pierce Roose Bolton's chest with a dagger.
At the same time, he covered his mouth with one hand to prevent him from shouting. Seeing the disbelieving expression on the Count of the Dreadfort's face, the soldier had a sneer on his face, and then whispered in his ear.
talk.
Roose Bolton's eyes suddenly widened slightly, and blood gushed out into his airway and spurted out of his mouth.
He wanted to say something, but couldn't. He could only open his eyes wide and swallow his last breath.
"Lord Ramsay, give you my regards."
"Domeric will be down with you soon."
Woo——
At this moment, the horn sound from the rear became louder, finally attracting the attention of the soldiers who came to fight on the front line.
"what happened?!"
"What went wrong in the back line?"
Robert's body was covered in blood, and he was holding a warhammer with an expression on his face that was both shocked and angry.
Because this is the horn sound for the rear group to retreat.