The addition of the new forces has changed the situation, but the northern side still has the upper hand.

Even Euron's brain, soaked in the waters of the Nightshade, could figure this out: no matter how much treasure he snatched from across the Narrow Sea and how many magic items he retrieved from the ruins of Valyria, he couldn't fill the gap between the North and the Iron Isles by nearly ten times the overall strength, and if he wanted to win this war, he would have to seize the opportunity of this unexpected encounter with Robb Stark to "decapitate" the enemy.

It was his original plan, and it was the only viable way out at the moment, and he did.

Half of the dozens of men who followed him were nobles from the Iron Islands, and half were sailors on his Tranquility, a group of outlaws from across the oceans who had been carefully trained and had their tongues cut out. This half-mute reserve force, though unable to let out an earth-shattering roar, was like a hot knife slicing through butter, and it was unstoppable into the warband, and blood splattered everywhere in its path, and the stumps and severed arms fell one after another, and in an instant they rushed in front of several young northern nobles, and collided with the soldiers who were protecting them.

"Bang", "bang" A few muffled sounds, and a shadow rushing to the front broke through the human wall and knocked several soldiers away, and first came to several young northern nobles, looking at everyone murderously.

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The man had black hair, blue lips, and was dressed in a piece of scale armor that no one had ever seen. It was as black as smoke, and it was unusually light on the wearer, covering the whole body and impermeable, but it was like the finest silk that did not interfere with movement. The edges of the black scales shimmer with strange red gold, and with the alternation of light and dark in the owner's movements, various patterns and symbols on the engraved surface are faintly revealed, showing a strange sense of movement.

Euron raised the large battle axe in his hand and pointed the tip at the Northerners, "Who! is Robb Stark?"

No one was in the mood to look at the strange armor on Euron's body, let alone answer his question, the people in the north who were facing the remaining Iron Island soldiers focused all their attention on the battle in front of them, and the few people who had just been knocked down also picked up their weapons and stood up, cooperating with the few children who were clustered around Robb, their eyes met, and they yelled to surround and kill the enemy generals who rushed into the crowd recklessly.

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Due to the difference in living environment, culture and beliefs, the people of the Northland are not like the southerners who open their mouths of chivalry and keep their mouths closed about honor and morality, they pay more attention to reality, and care more about "doing" than "saying" - a duel is a duel, war is a war, and the enemy does not take them seriously and does not seize the opportunity to kill him, does he really push his own coach out and fight him alone?

In the cold light, at least four of them found good offensive positions and hit Euron at the same time, but the madman only used his tomahawk to open a weapon that slashed at his head, and the remaining three all fought with their bodies.

The two weapons sparked through the scales, leaving only a faint white mark, and the last sword was a mid-mounted vest, between the two metal scales, and the wielder stabbed forward with all his strength and even his weight, but in the end he could not penetrate the thin layer of metal, only pushing Yolun's body to shake.

Although the Valyrian steel armor blocked the blade of the weapon, it could not stop the penetration of the impact force, the back of the crow's eyes was painful, and the frenzy aroused by the night shadow water and the magic on the metal armor became even worse, and he turned around and glared angrily, bared his teeth and exerted force, and the long-handled axe in his hand struck upward, and the northern soldier who was still holding the sword suddenly broke his arms together, and flew into the air with his weapon, blood gushing like a spring.

Amid the screams, the fierce battle continued, and the rest of the Iron Island sailors who were one step behind their own king also rushed into the gap he had killed, and they were inseparable from the rest of the northern soldiers.

No one cared about the soldier with the broken arm, and took a breath, Robb and a few people around him launched a siege again, and several weapons took turns to attack Yulun, but he still repeated the same trick, only dodging the few moves that attacked the front door, squatting slightly to stabilize his body, and letting the remaining swords Ping Pong or stab or slash his chest and abdomen, lower plate, and upper and lower legs.

Dressed in Valyrian gear and enhanced with dark magic and stimulants, Euron is like a solid reef in the middle of the sea, and I stand tall and unmoved by the wind and the waves!

Then, he searched for a gap and launched a counterattack, the jet-black battle axe in his hand drew a semicircle with a frenzied sound of breaking through the air.

A soldier in full body armor can ignore a normal sword like this, but it is impossible to be so swift and ferocious when returning fire. When the shiny reflection of the blade of the long-handled axe appeared under Eddard Karstark's nose, he didn't have time to dodge, and the vertical sword was blocked, and in the crisp sound of "dang", even the person with the sword was cut into two pieces, and the scene became more and more bloody and terrifying.

"Childe Eddard!" one of the Kastark guards screamed in despair.

The black-haired man who suddenly appeared was not only invulnerable, but also infinitely powerful!

"Don't cut off him, call his head!"

Too late to mourn for his friend, after paying the price for both of them in an instant, Jon Jon Jon found a way to deal with the sudden appearance of a strong enemy, and the soldiers around him responded in unison, and they all attacked Yoron's head.

Oh yes, it's a pity that there is a helmet missing! Yu Lun scolded in his heart, but he still had no choice but to turn defense into attack, dodging the threat that could hurt the vital point in the shadow of the sword, standing in the center of the battlefield, with the power that mortals would never have parried the attack from all directions, and after a moment, Leng was not hit in the face.

With this delay, the mute sailors who came wildly also rushed to the captain's side, silently guarding his surroundings, breaking the siege of the people in the north at once, and depriving them of the best chance to kill the enemy at speed.

On the battlefield of the temporary cameo appearance on the forest trail, the battle has broken out for several minutes, and the remaining northern soldiers who are still fighting are not at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, but in the square inch in front of Robb, the group of Euron who seized the best opportunity to cut into the battle group has formed an advantage over the northern side locally...... Firmly established under the escort of the sailors, he fought his way back to the center of the battlefield.

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"My lord, you must not have an accident, evacuate quickly!"

Jon Jon Jr. had good intentions, but his roar at least revealed the fact that he was not Robb, and there were only a few northern nobles left in the field at the moment.

"Withdraw, retreat to hell!"

Euron laughed, took the axe in hand, and led his subordinates to charge for the second time.

Fang Cai was unscathed by one enemy and ten enemies, and at this moment, the number of people was no longer inferior, and the crow eyes with a magical equipment were really like a rainbow, relying on the subordinates on his side and behind him, without a trace of worry, he waved the weapon in his hand before he got close, and after adjusting his posture, another fierce sweep swept towards the young lord of the northern realm.

Although he is well trained, Robb is not good at force after all, and in the face of this powerful attack that swallows mountains and rivers, he did not learn the lesson of little Ed being beheaded, and still instinctively raised his sword to block.

"Unstoppable!"

"Be careful!"

It was too late for a few people to warn, but fortunately, the Winterfell guard closest to Robb pounced in time with his shield raised, jumped between the two, and used the thick plank in his hand to resist the direct attack of the battle axe.

After a loud bang, the shield snapped in half, and the faithful guard was blown into Robb with a pan, bleeding from his mouth and nose. And even this cushioned force still slapped Robb behind him like a bull across the mountain and lost his balance, he staggered back two steps, and tried his best to parry two more pursuits, not an opponent at all, after all, he was tripped under his feet in the endless retreat, and fell backwards to the ground.

The tiger's mouth and arms were numb, and there was a feeling of nausea in his chest, and even his brain was a little unable to turn under such a ferocious attack, and if Iger were to experience this combo from Robb's position, he would have thought that Euron was a strange ghost in human skin...... The Winterfell soldiers who kept pounced on the Savior were cut down and hacked to death one by one, and now, within three meters, no one could help, and Euron couldn't wait to raise his tomahawk one last time and fall hard.

It's true that no one has time to save Robb, but fortunately he still has inhuman companions.

A smoky gray shadow swooped out at this moment, biting on Euron's right arm, relying on the weight and inertia of his huge size, he finally brought down the demonic enemy.

The ice wolf stepped on Euron's chest, biting the upper and lower jaws of his arm and tightening it fiercely, but it was as if it had bitten an iron rod in its mouth, not only did it not feel the breaking sensation it should have, but it did not even have the slightest deformation. Before he had time to think about why, Gray Wind noticed the sound of the weapon breaking the air behind him, and was about to let go and jump away to find the next opportunity, but the enemy who bit under his mouth threw away the battle axe, and hugged its head with his free other arm.

"Damn brute!" Euron widened his eyes and let the giant wolf drive him to the ground and roll around, his four claws leaving white marks on the Valyrian armor that covered his body, and his arms were fiercely forced, firmly locking its neck like iron pincers: "Since you are in such a hurry to die, I will skin you first, and then deal with your master!"

Despite its great strength, it is still difficult for one person to strangle the ice wolf...... But you know, there are countless heavily armed sailors with swords around him!

"Gray Wind!" Robb got up from the ground with his hands and feet, picked up his weapon and tried to fight the enemy side by side with the ice wolf, but found that the best steel sword was already covered with curly blades and chips, and his right arm was also so painful and numb that he couldn't lift it.

Just as he was about to change his sword to his left hand and prepare to fight, Jon Jon Jon rushed behind him, hugged his own feudal monarch, and yelled at the remaining Winterfell guards: "Why don't you take your family with you, here—I'll come to the palace!"

Faced with a demonic opponent who seemed to have come out of hell, the two remaining Winterfell Guards were terrified, and they set up their lords as they said, and dragged Robb Stark back in the way they came, with the rest of the northern soldiers who were pouring in from all sides, regardless of the danger, and with all the horses scared away.

The last thing the young Guardian of the North could see before he was forcibly dragged out of danger was his own Icewolf, whose body was cut to a bloody pulp by the mutes because he was unable to dodge, and the fearless back of Jon Amber Jon holding his sword to meet the pursuers.

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