"What the hell are these? Can't you kill it? ”

At the head of the eastern city, Sir Marvin Belmore looked at the enemy who had been cut off by himself, but he was still screaming and struggling, and his eyes were full of horror.

"Of course you have to die." Sir Lynn Cobray plunged his sword from the top of his enemy's skull, finally quieting the monster completely.

"What's going on? Why ......" Sir Marvin was puzzled when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the ruby sword in Sir Lynn's hand, and realized, "You use the Valyrian steel sword inherited from the Corbray family, the [Lady of Silence], do you have to use the Valyrian steel sword to kill these monsters?" ”

"Yes." Sir Lynn swung his steel sword again, beheading another monster that had climbed up to the top of the city, and said, "Legend has it that when the Valyrians crafted these steel swords, they infused them with fire magic, giving them a special power to fight against the legendary ghosts. ”

"Are these monsters aliens?" Sir Marven was taken aback, "But aren't the strange spirits supposed to appear north of the Great Wall of Desperation?" How did you run to Blackwater Bay? Or has the Great Wall of Desperation been breached? ”

"If the Great Wall of Desperation had been breached, we should have gotten the news a long time ago. And these should not be aliens, but ghouls. ”

"Ghouls? What's that? ”

"According to some ancient texts, ghouls are dead people resurrected by strangers, powered by some kind of ice magic, possessing terrifying powers, and they do not feel pain, and cannot be completely killed even if they are cut into several pieces, except with a Valyrian steel sword."

"That's great news." Sir Marvin laughed to himself, "If we all change to Valyrian steel swords, we can win this war." ”

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

"In addition to the Valyrian steel sword, the ghouls are afraid of fire." Another voice rang out from behind, and Sir Marven looked back to see Sir Robert Royce of Runestone City rushing over, also holding a Valyrian steel sword in his hand.

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

"Afraid of fire? Hehe, that's amazing! It seems that as long as we light a fire, we can take care of these monsters. ”

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

So, now they can only rely on the sword and spear in their hands to fight the almost endless number of ghouls.

Although the Valyrian steel sword can kill a ghoul with a single blow, this precious sword has always been the inheritance sword of a large family, and it must not have a chance with ordinary soldiers.

Ordinary swords can actually cause damage to ghouls, but they can't kill them completely, but if you can cut off your limbs and make the ghouls lose their combat effectiveness, it can be considered an effective kill.

But this obviously made the battle extremely difficult.

What's worse is that the soldiers who died unfortunate enough to get back up and become ghouls under the influence of some kind of strange magic.

As a result, the army of ghouls not only did not decrease, but killed 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, and they all planned to surrender before, and even many of them planned to flee secretly.

Now that he is forced to face such a terrible enemy, no one can calm down.

Especially looking at the ghouls with hideous faces and unable to be completely killed, rushing up with their teeth and claws, and even many ghouls are comrades who fought side by side with them not long ago, this kind of impact on the soul is not something that ordinary people can bear.

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

But before he could get any far, an arrow pierced his chest.

Sir Lynn Cobray lowered his bow and arrows, and stepped forward to cut off the deserter's head with the Lady of Silence to prevent him from turning into a ghoul.

"Escapees, slash!" Sir Lynn shouted as he raised his bloody Valyrian steel sword.

This act has temporarily stabilized the front, but it can only be said to be temporary.

As more and more ghouls flocked to the city, the pressure on the soldiers of the Northern Army became more and more intense.

The two sides huddled together in a confined space, fighting to the death.

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

"Hold on! Everyone, don't go back! Seeing that the battle line was crumbling, the commanders shouted loudly.

But even this could not stop the increasing number of deserters.

In this case, even the Overseer team will not 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 looked up one after another, and saw a huge figure looming in the midst of the howling storm shuttling through the darkness covered with lightning.

It spread its massive milky white wings, and its scarlet eyes looked down on the dense army of ghouls at the head of the city.

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

As soon as the words fell, he saw the white dragon stretching his wings and swooping down from the sky.

It opened its massive jaw, and a dazzling pillar of orange-red fire shot down, instantly submerging the ghouls who were still climbing on the walls.

Huhuhuhu-

The white dragon flapped its wings and swept swiftly in the direction of the city walls, spitting flames sweeping across the walls.

Countless dense ghouls were covered in flames, falling to the ground like insects and turning to ashes.

The pressure on the soldiers of the Northern Army at the head of the city was greatly reduced in an instant, and they all let out excited cheers.

"Hahaha!" Sir Marvin laughed and said, "You're right, these things are really afraid of fire!" As long as there is fire, we will win! ”

Sir Lynn Corbray was not so relieved when he heard this, he looked at the ghouls who were wailing in the sea of fire, and said calmly:

"That's right, dragon burn does restrain ghouls and burn in storms. But...... After all, Caesar only has one dragon, how many flames can he spew? ”

"Caesar has three dragons."

"There are three, but there are only two dragon knights, and one of them, Queen Daenerys Targaryen, is still pregnant, and obviously can't join the fight."

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

"Yes, we will win!" Sir Marvin yelled that he had to say this in order to boost morale.

"Victory!" Sir Lynn cried out, "For the valley! ”

"For the valley!"

"For Westeros!"

(End of chapter)