Old Skin's passive defensive strategy hits Euron's soft underbelly - anyone with a discerning eye can see that if this tactic is allowed to be implemented, the Iron Folk will have no way to deal with the North, and there will be no way to effectively weaken King Stannis's number one supporter until the end of winter.

In order to prevent this from happening, the new leader of the Iron Islands is determined to do something to disrupt his opponent's plans.

After some thought, the strategists who were forced to serve put forward a constructive idea: it is better to cut off one of their fingers than to fight aimlessly, so as to plan an adventurous operation, seize the opportunity of the large army in the north to disperse and protect the transfer of soldiers and civilians, take advantage of the effect of their concern and chaos, concentrate their forces and set traps to snipe and annihilate one of them, and kill several important nobles in the north.

Hurt the opponent and let these northerners get into the debate of "whether to take revenge", and cracks began to appear from within, and they could no longer defend in unison, so that their own side had a chance to take advantage of it.

With the help of a few clever men captured from across the Narrow Sea, Euron, who was accustomed to a brainless wave, arranged an ambush for the first time...... The plan was rudimentary and full of problems, but against the backdrop of a major retreat along the entire western coast of the northern border, and the situation was chaotic, relying on the mentality of the northern army to fight on its own soil and underestimate the enemy, and rush to the scene of the incident to protect the civilians, it was unexpectedly successful.

Dressed in scale armor as black as smoke, Euron's eyes flashed with a sinister glint as he watched the warband silently, waiting for the best time to fight.

He originally intended to wipe out a northern army at will, and who thought that it seemed to gnaw hard bones. Is it because the people in the north are so brave and good at fighting, or is this one more special?

The gap in the overall quality and training of the two belligerents is obvious, and it is not a small "first move" that can be erased. Using innocent villagers as bait to hit the northern army, the sailors of the Iron Fleet were caught off guard and slaughtered into the rushing team with great vigour, and before they could create much success, they let the defenders who had stabilized their positions resist, fought for a while, and were even pressed back......

The balance of victory tilted towards the northern army little by little, looking at the unfavorable situation not far away, Yu Lun's eyes revealed a bloodthirsty breath: "Who is leading this army?"

"The biggest flag I saw was gray. ”

"Fool, that's the Wolf Banner!" The sailors recruited by Croweye from all over the world were unfamiliar with the coats of arms of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms, but those born in the Iron Islands were familiar with the northern princes who had long been imaginary enemies, "See that biting Icewolf, we've hit the ground running—it's likely Robb Stark himself to lead the troops!"

"Robb Stark?" another flash flashed in Euron's blue right eye.

"Your Majesty, let's hurry over and help, if it's too late, the brothers below will collapse!"

"What's the hurry. Looking at the Lord of the North, who was riding a horse not far away, surrounded by several young squires, slashing and slashing the soldiers of the Iron Islands, Euron pulled out a small pot and uncorked it to take a sip of the Night Shadow Water. The pleasure and paralysis brought by this special potion, mixed with a strong sense of strength and the desire to kill, instantly filled the whole body, and the madness in Euron's eyes overwhelmed everything. He slowly drew his weapon: "Boys, follow me, whoever slaughters Robb Stark for me and skins that wolf will be the future Lord of Winterfell!"

Behind Euron, a mute giant man held up his master's magical horn, said to have been retrieved from the ruins of Valyria, took a deep breath, and blew it violently.

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Without Icewolf, the tide of battle would never have been so one-sided. Robb's Icewolf "Grey Wind" is an adult, and its pony-like body displays incredible strength and agility and speed that no one can resist a single pounce, and no armor can resist a single bite or scratch...... Its ghostly form weaves between the soldiers of the North and the Iron Islands, deftly avoiding blades that can hurt it, and not attacking indiscriminately, but saving or taking at least one life with each leap.

Of course, the lone wolf could not repel an army of more than a thousand people on its own, and it killed far fewer enemies than under the lethal weapon, but as a fierce beast in the eyes of the iron people, the deterrent effect of the gray wind was more powerful than that of any veteran or fierce general, and this fear spread like a wave to the entire battlefield, greatly speeding up the tilt of the balance of victory.

Robb rode his horse and swung his sword to reap the heads behind Greywind, both to protect his pets and to take advantage of the huge tactical advantage created by the Icewolf...... In this way, he won countless victories in the Western Realm, won the name of permanent victory, and a tacit understanding between one man and one beast had already been formed.

And then, suddenly—the horn burst through the air, and the sound was like a sharp blade.

Ahh

No one had ever heard anything like it, and if Iger had been here, he would have thought of a nail scraper, but there was no modern smooth blackboard in the world of ice and fire, and the sound was not the same as a nail scraper.

Its frequency is slightly lower, but it is loud and deadly, and its astonishing penetrating power causes its sound waves to enter the human brain like bullets, bouncing back and forth between the skulls, and the special magic during the mixture arouses fear and disgust buried deep in human genes.

No matter how brave a person is, he can't fight against his physical instincts.

It was the howl of the banshee, the echo of hell, the scorching breath of pain and destruction that threatened to scorch the ears and destroy the mind. The horses rose to their feet in shock, threw all their riders behind, spread their hooves and fled into the distance, while some of the more auditory ones had begun to throw down their weapons to cover their ears, and even fell to the ground and rolled.

There seems to be only one voice left in the heavens and the earth, but only the soldiers of the north are affected, and the reason is simple: the attackers of the Iron Islands have already blocked their ears.

The tide of battle was not turned in an instant, and despite the fierce interference, most of the soldiers in the North continued to fight stubbornly against physical discomfort...... But the last of the enemy's reserves, led by their "King of the Iron Islands", joined the warband with their weapons held high, and rushed to the center of the crowd, Robb Stark and his party, who had just been lifted off by their horses and were helping each other to get up.

"What is this...... ......Eddard Karstark opened his mouth to speak, but under the dual effects of the pain, impact, and magic horn sound of falling to the ground, he was so sick that he vomited.

"Your Excellency...... This is witchcraft, the enemy is prepared!" Jon Amber braved the terrible trumpet sound to pull up Robb, who had fallen from his horse, and his body trembled uncontrollably: "That group of people over there is coming at us, their target is you! I suggest you retreat first, and I will lead someone to block them!"

"What bastard! As the lord of the North, how can I leave behind a thousand brothers and flee for my life?" Robb picked up the sword that had fallen in the snow and said loudly, "Let the brethren gather around me, and we will fight as a team!"

Under the sound of this trumpet, which shook the muscles of the people, it was an impossible task to give the order to bring the soldiers in the midst of the melee, but coincidentally, just when everyone thought that the devil's trumpet would continue until the end of the battle, it came to an abrupt end.

It was not the enemy who intended to let them go, but the trumpeters fell. The trumpeter's lips and lungs were badly burned by the heat of the magic, and he shook as if he was unwilling to accept that he had only been working for a minute, and then the magic prop fell from his grasp, and he himself fell into the snowdrift with a thud. The other man beside him hurriedly picked up the hot and smoking horn and brushed away the melting snow on it, but he didn't dare to try to blow it again.

Robb Stark took advantage of this moment of tranquility and gathered dozens of soldiers to form a formation and meet the advance of the reserve led by the King of the Iron Islands himself. Without the influence of the sound of Hell's horn, if a fair duel is fair, the people of the North have nothing to fear!

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