Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘄𝐞𝗯𝐧𝗼𝐯𝗲𝗹.𝐜𝗼𝐦

Chapter 462 Dragon Flame

   "What the **** are these things? Can't they be killed?"

   When he came to the East City, Sir Marvin Belmore looked at the enemy who was cut in half by him, but was still screaming and struggling, his eyes were full of horror.

   "Of course it can be killed." Sir Lynn Corbray pierced the enemy's skull with a sword, finally calming the monster completely.

   "What's going on? Why..." Sir Marvin was wondering, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the long sword inlaid with rubies in Sir Lynn's hand, and seemed to realize something, "You are using the Valyrian steel sword inherited from the Corbray family - [Lady of Hollow Silence]. Do you have to use a Valyrian steel sword to kill these monsters?"

   "Yes." Sir Lynn swung the steel sword again, and decapitated another monster that had climbed up to the top of the city, and said, "It is said that when the Valyrians forged these steel swords, they injected fire magic into them, giving them a special power to fight against the legendary White Walkers."

   "These monsters are White Walkers?" Sir Marvin was taken aback, "But shouldn't White Walkers appear north of the Impassable Wall? Why did they come up from Blackwater Bay? Or is it that the Impassable Wall has already been breached?"

   "If the Great Wall of Desperation is breached, we should have gotten the news. And these should not be ghosts, but ghouls."

   "Ghoul? What is that?"

   "According to some ancient texts, ghouls are dead people resurrected by the White Walkers, driven by some kind of ice magic, possessing terrible power, and can't feel pain, even if they are chopped into several pieces, they can't be killed completely, except with Valyrian steel swords."

   "That's good news." Ser Marvin laughed to himself. "If only we could all replace ourselves with Valyrian steel swords, we could win the war."

  This proposal is obviously very unrealistic. After all, with the destruction of the Valyrian Peninsula in the catastrophe of Doomsday, the method of forging Valyrian steel swords has been lost, and there are only one or two hundred Valyrian steel swords that have been handed down to Westeros.

   "In addition to Valyrian steel swords, ghouls are also afraid of fire." Another voice sounded from behind. Sir Marvin looked back, and saw Sir Robert Royce from Runestone City rushing over, holding a Valyrian steel sword in his hand.

   This made Sir Marvin, who did not have the inheritance of the Valyrian steel sword, slightly sour in his heart:

   "Afraid of fire? Hehe, that's great! It seems that as long as we light a fire, we can kill these monsters."

  Everyone knows that in such a storm, it is absolutely impossible to start a fire.

  So, now they can only fight against the almost endless ghouls with the swords and spears in their hands.

  Although the Valyrian steel sword can kill a ghoul with a single blow, this precious sword has always been a family sword inherited by a big family, and it must have no chance with ordinary soldiers.

  Ordinary swords can actually cause damage to ghouls, but they can't kill them completely. However, if they can cut off limbs and make ghouls lose their fighting power, it can be regarded as an effective kill.

   But this obviously made the battle extremely difficult.

   What's worse is that under the influence of some kind of strange magic, the soldiers who unfortunately died will actually climb up again and become ghouls. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑤𝘦𝑏𝑛𝑜𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝘰𝑚

   This made the army of ghouls not only not decrease, but to kill more and more.

  The situation in the city is getting worse and worse.

  After all, these soldiers of the Northern Army had no fighting spirit. They had planned to surrender before, and many of them even planned to escape secretly.

   Now being forced to face such a terrifying enemy, no one can calm down.

  Especially watching ghouls with ferocious faces and unable to be completely killed rushing forward with claws and claws. Many ghouls are even comrades-in-arms who fought side by side with him not long ago. This kind of shock to the soul is not something ordinary people can bear.

  Finally, someone couldn't bear the psychological pressure, suddenly broke down and yelled, dropped his weapon and ran back.

   But before he could escape far, a sharp arrow pierced his chest.

  Sir Lynn Corbray put down his bow and arrow, and stepped forward to use [Ms. Empty Silence] to cut off the deserter's head to prevent the opponent from turning into a ghoul.

   "Fleeers, cut!" Ser Lynn yelled, holding up his **** Valyrian steel sword.

   This act temporarily stabilized the battle line, but it can only be said to be temporary.

  As more and more ghouls rushed to the top of the city without fear of death, the pressure on the soldiers of the Northern Army became greater and greater.

  The two sides huddled together in a narrow space, fighting desperately.

   But this kind of close hand-to-hand combat is the most test of courage and courage, and for ghouls, they don't know what fear is at all, so naturally they are not afraid of death.

   "Hold it! Everyone, don't retreat!" Seeing that the front line was crumbling, the commanders shouted loudly.

   But even so, it still cannot stop the increasing number of deserters.

  In this case, even the supervising team can't play much role.

  Seeing that the defense line at the head of the city was about to collapse, suddenly a loud roar came from the sky.

  The soldiers raised their heads one after another, and saw a looming huge figure moving through the darkness covered with lightning in the howling storm.

  It spread its huge milky white wings, a pair of scarlet eyes overlooking the dense army of ghouls at the top of the city.

   "Caesar's dragon!" exclaimed Sir Robert Royce in delight.

  As soon as the words fell, the white dragon stretched its wings and swooped down from the sky.

  It opened its huge mouth, and a dazzling pillar of orange-red fire sprayed down, instantly engulfing the ghouls still climbing on the city wall.

   Hurrah-

  The white dragon flapped its wings and swept along the direction of the city wall, and the flames it spit also swept across the wall.

  Countless dense ghouls were bathed in fire, and fell to the ground like bugs one by one, turning into ashes.

  The pressure on the Northern Army officers and soldiers at the head of the city was greatly reduced in an instant, and they cheered excitedly.

   "Hahaha!" Sir Marvin laughed loudly, "You are right, these ghosts are afraid of fire! As long as there is fire, we will definitely win!"

  Sir Lynn Corbray was not so relaxed when he heard the words. He looked at the ghouls howling in the sea of ??flames, and said calmly:

   "That's right, dragon flames can indeed restrain ghouls, and can also burn in storms. But... After all, Caesar only has one dragon, so how much flame can he spit out?"

   "Caesar had three dragons."

   "There are three, but there are only two dragon knights, and one of them, Queen Daenerys Targaryen, is still pregnant, so obviously she cannot join the battle."

   "What are you afraid of!" Sir Robert interrupted the conversation between the two, "His Majesty Caesar is fighting alone again, and there are more than 100,000 troops in the city!"

   "Yes, we will win!" roared Sir Marvin, and he had to say it for the sake of morale.

   "Victory!" Sir Lynn also shouted, "For the Vale!"

   "For the Valley!"

   "For Westeros!"