"Sheep thief, fly!" said the Demon Mountain in a deep voice. Here's the order: the Dragon Command.

The sheep thief looked at the Magic Mountain, and the dragon's head stretched out, squirting out hot dragon breath on the face of the Magic Mountain, blowing his messy hair.

Correct!

The dragon let out a short roar, and its body shook slightly, and it fell like a small mountain breaking. The hot dragon breath that erupted from his nostrils blew up the sand and dust on the ground, like a dying patient wheezing for breath.

"Magic Mountain, he can't fly anymore! he needs to rest!" Arlene ran over and stood by the sheep thief with her sword.

"Take this. Demon Mountain took out a sharp dagger that shone with black crystal light from his bosom - the Dragon Crystal Dagger.

"Dragon crystal weapons, as long as they hit the strange ghosts, they will die. Protect yourself and the sheep thief. ”

"You need dragon crystal weapons more than I do!"

"I have more than one on me, and the Valyrian steel sword in my hand is also something that the Night King and the Stranger dare not touch. Demon Mountain said in a deep voice.

"What about the talking crow, we need his help. We need a helper to inform our Legion underground. ”

"When the dragon swooped, the wind was strong, and he could not bear it anymore and left. ”

"Call him back, we need his help. ”

"He will!" "The Magic Mountain knew that the Three-Eyed Crow must be watching here somewhere at this moment, and if the Magic Mountain failed, it would be the failure of the North. The Night King, who has lost his legion, will make a comeback in the dead of winter as long as he does not die. Even though the Three-Eyed Raven sees something in the future and wants to target him, the North now needs him the Magic Mountain.

The three-eyed crow can see everything here, and he is also underground, and underground, there is no shortage of warriors, let alone reserves of dragon crystal weapons.

If the Three-Eyed Raven does not appear and does not let the underground warriors come out with dragon crystal weapons to help, then this Three-Eyed Raven is most likely not Bran Stark. What remains of Bran Stark is a shell, not a master. So who will the Three-Eyed Raven be, of course he is the Blood Raven Brindon Riverwin - a dragon heir: Targaryen!

The three-eyed crow can see the words and deeds of the Magic Mountain, but he cannot see the heart and thoughts of the Magic Mountain.

But the Night King wouldn't give the mountain enough time to think.

The Night King came, carrying a thin sword in his hand, and walked towards the Demon Mountain step by step.

The demon mountain glanced at Arlene, who was full of concern and looked nervous.

The Demon Mountain nodded at Arlene, and he strode towards the Night King.

The Night King can't be allowed to get close to the dragon, the dragon is injured and needs to rest.

The wildfires were still burning fiercely throughout the city, but only small wildfires were still swaying in the rubble and slag piles.

Gotta get it!

The subtle and clear sound of horses' hooves came from the ruins of the city behind them.

The sound came from the direction of the Divine Wood Forest.

When the Magic Mountain rode the dragon in the sky, he saw the three 10,000-year-old fish beams of the Divine Wood Forest maintaining a perfect posture in the wildfire of the whole city, just like three slender girls who were safe and sound in the war.

There are almost no buildings in the Sacred Wood Forest, it is a flat and wide forest.

While the wildfire was being buried, the Magic Mountain, Robb, the Great Wise, and Melisandre all agreed to avoid the Sacred Wood Forest.

Although the woods in the Sacred Tree Forest eventually caught fire, the three 10,000-year-old fish beams that the Stark family had sacrificed and prayed for were intact.

Either the old gods of the north are protecting these three fish beams, or someone is protecting these three fish beams.

The sound of the horses' hooves grew louder and closer. The sound travels through the ruins of the city and is coming in the direction of the moat to the north.

The Night King and the Mountain looked together at where the sound had come from, and saw a large red flame slowly coming from the ruins—Melisandre riding the Red Smoke Beast unhurriedly and slowly. She is still beautiful, charming, and there is no dust on the sleeves of her big red robe.

A moment later, not far behind her, a white-robed monk appeared, walking barefoot on the ground. He was a warrior bishop sent by the Great Sanctuary of King's Landing Baylor, and was the leader of the hundreds of monks this time. Behind the warrior bishop, a second monk, a third monk, and a fourth monk appeared...... Melisandre led the way, and wherever she and the Crimson went, the wildfire on the ground was extinguished, as if an invisible man had opened his mouth to blow out the flame of a candle, leaving only a faint green smoke drifting away.

The Demon Mountain stood in front of the Night King, and he held the two-meter-long Valyrian steel sword in one hand, and with a twist of his wrist, he pulled out the sword flower, and the ice greatsword was as light as a small dagger in his hand. He had already stripped off more than two hundred pounds of armor (the original setting required two soldiers to lift the armor. ), relaxed, more powerful, more than twice as fast and agile.

The arrival of Melisandre and dozens of monks strengthened the faith of the Magic Mountain.

The Three-Eyed Raven is the Green Prophet, but Melisandre and Lady Dorty Quintina are also prophets. They are true servants of God, and they are the people of the Magic Mountain. The Great Wise Man, the Fire Warlock, and the Seven Divine Monks are all allies of the Demon Mountain.

Melisandre approached the dragon with a nonchalant expression, and Alyne Martell stared at her with vigilance and vigilance on her face.

The appearance of Melisandre and the Red Smoke Beast surprised Aliane Martell.

The first time she saw the magical creature unicorn, and the first time she saw Melisandre. Melisandre's eyes were two flames, and looking at it for a little longer would make her lose her mind, which made her heart awe-inspiring and even more wary of Melisandre.

"Melisandre, Monk of the Seven, the dragon has been wounded. The voice of the Magic Mountain was strangely stable.

"We are here for the dragons. Melisandre jumped off the Red Smoke Beast, and the Red Smoke Beast hissed lightly and quickly came to the Demon Mountain's side, he lowered his head, and the horns on his head touched the Demon Mountain's body. Demon Mountain reached out and patted his head, and the Red Smoke Beast leaned over and rubbed against Demon Mountain.

"Good boy, go away, I'm going to fight!"

The Red Smoke Beast hissed softly, kneeling down with its front hooves down, and bowed low. He wanted his master to ride him to a decisive battle.

*

At the same time, behind the Demon Mountain, the Seven Divine Monks stood still, and the warrior bishop led by him approached the dragon and said softly, "Sheep thief, we are here to heal you." Don't be afraid. The Warrior Bishop's voice trembled slightly, and the hand that reached out to stroke the dragon scales was also trembling slightly uncontrollably. Is he excited, excited, nervous, in awe?

All the monks were nervous, and they didn't dare to come out, and they were holding a heart.

Although the dragon lay on the ground and was dying, the invisible dragon power still suffocated their breath.

It was the first time that the Seven Monks had seen the dragon up close, and had come up close to it.

The sheep thief's dim dragon's eyes flickered for a moment, as if there were scraps of gold glittering in his eyes.

Melisandre looked at Alian, slowly tilted her head, and looked at her seductive eyes: "Aliane Martell, don't worry, I'm not a woman from the Magic Mountain. You don't have to be secretly hostile to me. ”

"So who are you, how do you know my name Chinese?"

"I am Melisandre, the Crimson Priestess, and the Legion of the Cregan Legion. Arlene, the night is long, the world is sinister, only the Lord of Light is the only true God, are you willing to promote the Red God Faith in Dorne?"

"You are Melisandre who sacrificed the living to the Red God, I will never promote the Red God Faith in Dorne, and if any Red God Priest dares to enter Dorne, I will hang him!"

"The sacrifice on Dragonstone Island is nothing more than the will of the Red God. ”

"Sacrifice the living, you are too wicked!" said Arrene Martell coldly.

Melisandre stared at Arlene, her head slowly tilted to the other side, and her beautiful voice seemed to be singing, "Prince Alyne Martell, you are worried about the Magic Mountain. Don't worry, the Magic Mountain is the reincarnation of Asalor Ahai, our messenger of light. I saw the prophecy that the Night King would be killed by him. ”

Alene's heart was awe-inspiring, this evil wizard had the ability to see through people's hearts.

"The Magic Mountain needs helpers, you should let the underground legions come out with the Dragon Crystal weapon, instead of letting the Magic Mountain fight alone. ”

"No, you're wrong, Asalor Ahai is the hero chosen by the Lord of Light, and only he can slay the Night King and end the war. ”

"He's the Magic Mountain!"

"He is Asor Ahai. ”

*

The Seven Monks began to chant in a low voice, and the Warrior Bishop took out a packet of powder and pressed it against the wound of the sheep thief. Melisandre watched as Alian's gaze suddenly shifted to the east, where several strange spirits appeared, armed with thin swords, and hurried towards this direction, as if flying over the ruins.

It was the eight strange ghosts that had been swept away by the dragon's tail, and they relieved themselves and came back.

"The strangers are coming, and their target is the dragon. Melisandre said without moving her lips, "Arlene, how many can you stop?"

"One, or two. Aliane turned to meet the enemy, a long sword in his right hand and a dragon crystal dagger in his left hand.

"I can block up to three. ”

"I don't see your sword. ”

"I have guards. ”

"I didn't see your guards either. ”

"You will see! The Lord of Light is the god of shadows and fire. ”

"And what about the rest?"

"I don't know!"

"I might be able to block one or two. The Warrior Bishop stood up, and he walked over and drew the Dragon Crystal Short Knife.

Dozens of monks looked at this side together, and their faces became awe-inspiring. The timid monks were moving, making the queue untidy.

"Continue to heal the dragon, chanting can't stop. We can buy enough time for the dragon and the magic mountain, monks, take courage, the seven gods are watching us from heaven. The warrior bishop shouted.

Thus, the staccato chanting became a neat chant. When the first metal clash was heard, the monks closed their eyes.

*

The first to break out in battle were the Magic Mountain and the Night King.

The Magic Mountain, which took off the shackles of helmet and plate armor, sacrificed defense and chose the ultimate in speed and strength.

The two swords are one long and one short, one thick and one thin, the sword light draws out the starlight, the sword flower blooms like stars, the Night King fights fast with fast, and the Magic Mountain hits near with distance, the target of his attack is no longer the body of the Night King, but the arm of the Night King who attacks him with a sword.

The Valyrian Steel Sword only needs to slash any point on the Night King's body to kill him, so why attack the Night King's body? Any part of the Night King's body is a fatal point.

And the arm of the Night King holding the thin sword to attack the Demon Mountain is the closest to the Demon Mountain. This allows the Mountain to threaten the Night King from the farthest distance, and is no less deadly.

The Demon Mountain Sword is two meters long, and with the length of his arm, plus the length of the Night King's arm, he can attack the Night King from three meters away, and at this distance, the Night King's sword is still a two-handed sword distance from the Demon Mountain's body.

And the magic mountain, which has taken off its plate armor, is no slower than the Night King!

Jingling, sparks splashed everywhere, the sword light of the Night King and the Demon Mountain collided and entangled, the ground kicked up dust, the Night King's strange sounds continued, and the Demon Mountain roared like thunder. The Night King attacked with all his might, and the Demon Mountain counterattacked with all his might, and the two fought to an equal footing. The clumsy strength of the Demon Mountain is mostly won by strength in ordinary battles, and the magic power on the Night King's thin sword is like the earth. Easily counteract every slash of the Magic Mountain.

For the first time, the Ice Greatsword lost its overwhelming superiority in the sword's power, but the advantage in the length of the sword and the Valyrian steel sword, which the Night King did not dare to touch at any point in his body, offset the Night King's speed advantage.

*

The first strange ghost pounced, Alianen Jiaojiao shouted, and slammed up, the two swords intersected, when there was a loud sound, the huge power contained in the thin sword was unmatched, Aliane flew backwards, fell to the ground with a bang, her back hit the hard stone, she felt the bones of her whole body spread out in an instant, and the severe pain suffocated her breathing......

In just one shot, Alen was sent flying by the first tall and unusual ghost. However, she was well-trained, and she did not take off the long sword and short knife in her hand.

She's better at spearmanship!

Melisandre's voice rang in her ears: "Get up quickly, go to the side of the monks and protect them." ”

Before he could finish speaking, the clanging sound of swords colliding suddenly sounded intensively, as if the swords of hundreds of people were striking, and then two bangs were heard, which Alen knew was the sound of two strange ghosts exploding into ice chips. She was dizzy and had just gotten up, when a strange ghost pounced on her, and the thin sword in her hand slashed down at her neck. Aliane was shocked, knowing that she couldn't resist hard, the lesson of her first hard resistance was too profound, Aliane rolled forward, the thin sword slashed over the top of her head, cutting off her long hair, she hit the legs of the stranger, that is, two stone pillars, and in the scream, the dragon crystal dagger in her hand stabbed out violently, hitting the lower abdomen of the stranger......

Aliane is not a fledgling and is well versed in all kinds of fighting techniques, but at the beginning of the battle, she has no understanding of the power of the stranger...... She forgot that she wasn't the Magic Mountain......

Bang bang!

Two more sounds of strange ghosts exploding.

Puff puff!

Ahhh

A strange ghost rushed into the group of monks and slaughtered the monks who were chanting with their eyes closed. The blood of the monks splattered, and the screams kept ringing out. Arlen stood up, the warrior bishop dead, head and body separated, his sword-holding arm falling to the other side, far from his headless body...... Next to Melisandre, two black shadows are graceful, like Melisandre herself, holding dragon crystal short knives, one left and one right, fighting with two strange ghosts...... The dense sound of swords striking was what they made......

"Arlene, rub it off, go kill that stranger. My shadow guard won't last long......" Melisandre exclaimed. She pointed to one of the wraiths slaughtering the monk.

"What about another strange ghost?" Ariane secretly said that something was wrong, and her eyes swept away, and sure enough, a strange ghost was running behind the demon mountain......