Chapter 417: Unexpected Upheaval

The soldiers in the front line were completely defeated, while the main force of the coalition forces in the center line was ready.

"Everyone!"

"Prepare to take on the enemy!"

The king of the Seven Kingdoms, Robert Baratheon, was dressed in heavy black armor, with a crowned stag raging in rage on his chest, and a black helmet on his head.

Tread

The horse's hoofs shook the dust and snowflakes on the ground. He was patrolling the formation of the coalition troops on a tall horse. The heavy hoofs stomped on the ground, and at the same time he spoke like a bell.

"Raise your shield!"

wow-

The king of the coalition army was on the left and right, and the morale of the soldiers was naturally firmer, and countless shields were raised high and blocked in front of them.

The three Kings Guards who followed behind the king also rode on their horses, wearing white armor without the family crest, and their snow-white cloaks swayed in the wind.

"The king has a bit of a shadow from the past."

The captain of the Kingsguard, Barristan Selmy, looked at Robert's back, held the reins with one hand and said with relief.

Once Robert was tall and mighty, with a bold personality, known for his unrivaled bravery in the Seven Kingdoms, he was the dream lover of many girls, but after winning the crown, Robert's excessive addiction to alcohol destroyed his body and spirit.

However, in Barristan's view, Robert is now somewhat restored to his former self under the stimulation of the White Walkers.

And the other two Kingsguard who followed the captain.

Ser Mandon Moore sat silent on the horseback, while Ser Malin Tran sneered silently, then glanced at the back of Barristan and squinted slightly, not knowing what he was thinking. .

The cloud of decisive battle hangs over.

The dawn of dawn has not yet come, and the sky is only slightly white.

However, the images of sentient beings in the coalition forces with their own minds make people never get tired of seeing them. On the contrary, the ghouls are united in one mind, without the slightest distraction, fighting to destroy the whole world and eliminate all life.

wow...

Countless defeated frontline soldiers fled from both sides of the center lineup, and the figure of the frontline commander Randall Tully also passed by here. run away.

When Robert saw the other side, he didn't know why his heart sank a little.

But Robert couldn't help hesitating at the moment. With the increasing number of defeated soldiers in the front line, the sharp howls of the ghouls who followed behind these remnant defeated generals were getting closer and closer, and the heavy footsteps made the coalition soldiers The ground beneath his feet trembled slightly.

rumbling—

Immediately, Robert's eyes pierced through the wind and snow, and the army of dead men, which was so dark that he couldn't see the end, finally rushed up.

"coming!"

Robert clenched the warhammer in his hand, and countless coalition soldiers swallowed and clenched their shields or spears.

next second.

boom--

Like a heavy tank rushing in, there was a loud crash and the sound of bones shattering.

"what--"

Several coalition soldiers were hit high and flew out, screaming and falling to the rear.

In the face of the dead army, a huge ghoul mammoth broke into the coalition army.

Half of its head has been turned into a hollow, and it seems to have been eaten away by something, revealing the rotten flesh and blood that emits a stench. Only one eye is left, and the faint blue light is full of bloodthirsty and madness.

One of the long tusks of the ghoul mammoth was also broken into half, but it still tore apart the seemingly unbreakable formation of the coalition forces.

On the back of this mammoth sat a White Walker with white hair and beard and wearing icy armor. His gaze was directly locked on Robert Baratheon in the center of the coalition, and he let out an ice crack in his mouth. A harsh sound of opening.

Then, holding the Sword of Ice, urging the mammoth under his crotch to charge directly towards Robert.

He recognized that Robert might be the king of this group of humans, and wanted to capture the thief first.

And countless ghouls also followed behind him and slammed into the coalition's front.

And at this time.

Bang!

There was a sound of the bowstring bursting, and a spear mounted on a giant crossbow was suddenly launched, making a sharp air-breaking sound.

The obsidian spearhead pointed directly at the white-haired White Walker sitting on the back of the skeleton mammoth.

"Go to hell!"

The face of the coalition soldiers responsible for controlling the giant crossbow was full of revengeful pleasure and downright hatred, intertwined with each other, and even 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 ghoul, and his wife was bitten by a poisonous snake on the Neck Causeway while fleeing south. died.

However, he is just an ordinary person, a tiny microcosm of this unfortunate era, and there are many, many others like him who have suffered an unfair fate.

An ordinary coalition soldier controlled the spear fired by the giant crossbow, and the spear head made of dragon crystal was loaded with hatred, and easily pierced the chest of the White Walker.

These dragon crystals were also the weapons made by the first batch of dragon crystals mined and transported to the front lines after the Targaryen family occupied Dragonstone.

And the white-haired and white-bearded White Walker riding a ghoul mammoth still had disbelief on his face. He didn't seem to have thought that he would be killed by humans so easily after so many years.

bang——

Immediately, it fell to the ground for the broken ice stubble in the sky, completely disappearing from this world.

Only his mount raised its putrid trunk and heavy front feet high, and let out a terrifying roar.

woo-

A desolate horn sounded from behind.

On the eve of dawn, in the dim light.

"kill!"

"kill!"

The coalition soldiers fought back, and the entire battlefield was filled with shouts of death, the howls of ghouls, and the sound of swords piercing flesh.

"Stand your ground!"

"Fight to the death!"

The Earl of Dread Fort, Ruth Bolton, was commanding the battle with all his attention, without any precautions behind him.

puff-

However, he was dragged off his horse at this moment, two daggers pierced his chest directly from behind, and blood gushed out in an instant.

The two soldiers in royal collar armor looked like they were hugging, but taking advantage of the chaos of the battlefield, they pierced Roose Bolton's chest with a dagger.

At the same time, a hand was covering his mouth to prevent him from shouting. Looking at the unbelievable expression on the face of the Count of Dreadfort, a sneer appeared on the soldier's face, and then he whispered in his ear. talk.

Roose Bolton's eyes suddenly widened slightly, and the gushing blood entered his airway and spewed out from his mouth.

He wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything, he could only swallow his last breath with wide eyes.

"Lord Rams asked me to say hello to you."

"Domilick will go down to accompany you soon."

woo-

At this moment, the horn from the rear became louder, finally attracting the attention of the soldiers who were fighting on the front line.

"what happened?!"

"What's wrong with the back line?"

Robert was covered in blood, and the expression on his face was startled and angry, holding the warhammer.

Because this is the horn of the retreat.