In front of the Neck Lines, green flames danced in the snow, crackling and hissing.

Countless ghouls turned into torches in the raging [wildfire], and the pressure on the neck defense line was suddenly greatly reduced.

The human soldiers cheered excitedly, as if victory was at hand.

But there will be a time when this terrible green flame will be extinguished.

The [wildfires] prepared by the coalition forces are not endless.

As the green fire faded in the field of vision, the hot wind in the face was gradually suppressed by the cold of winter, and the army of ghouls in the darkness swept in like a tide again.

Their numbers were still as overwhelming as before, as if the [wildfires] had killed only a very small fraction.

The human soldiers had no choice but to pick up their bows, spears, and swords again and plunge into the battle against the ghouls.

Arrows flew and artillery fire was raging, but it still couldn't stop the army of ghouls.

The ghouls, who had no idea what fear and retreat were, filled the trenches with the corpses of their companions, piled up small slopes, and carved out a path to the head of the defensive line.

The two sides once again engaged in a hand-to-hand battle and began the most brutal and bloody battle.

"Kill!"

"Can't let these damn things climb up!"

"Support! We need support! ”

"What about wildfires? And are there any wildfires? ”

……

After the [Wildfire] was consumed, the defenders of the Neck Ze Line were once again locked in a bitter battle.

There are so many ghouls that it really seems like they can never be killed.

This is a great blow to the psychology of human soldiers.

Moreover, ghouls can charge tirelessly, but humans need to rest and eat.

Although the command divided the defenders into several batches and took turns to defend and rest, the human soldiers were still physically and mentally exhausted by this high-intensity continuous combat over time.

Almost all of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms present rushed to the front line in order to improve the morale of the army.

Of course, this approach is effective, but it does not change the overall situation.

"Damn it! You can't kill all this! ”

Rams Snow slashed a ghoul with a sword, then spoke in a violent tone.

"It can't go on like this!" Rams took a few steps back and sat on the ground.

"My lord, you can rest for a while, and we'll take care of it here."

"How long can you hold on?" Rams Road.

The armor on his body had been dyed an eerie reddish-black with flesh, and the pink skinned man coat of arms on his chest belonging to the Bolton family was even more terrifying.

"I can't hold my neck! We must retreat! Rams spoke again.

For such words, the soldiers around them obviously did not dare to speak, but judging from their flashing eyes, they were obviously moved.

"Can't retreat!" Someone else plucked up the courage to retort, "Once the neck is lost, the whole of Westeros is finished!" ”

Rams expected that someone would object, but when he saw the person who said this, the expression on his face suddenly became a little strange.

"Stink? How dare you contradict me? ”

"Great, my lord......" The stinky guy trembled uncontrollably as soon as Rams's eyes met him.

Horrific memories of the past flooded back, making him unsteady and shaky.

"Stink," Rams smiled and took a few steps forward, his eyes glinting with cruelty, "when did you become so brave?" ”

"I ...... I'll ......," the stinky guy said with all his strength, "I'm worried about you, my lordship, in case I let Your Majesty know that you escaped from the battle......

"Caesar himself doesn't know where he's gone!" Rams said angrily.

"It's been a long time since I've seen His Majesty's White Dragon...... someone whispered.

"The other two dragons are gone."

"Maybe Your Majesty ran away a long time ago."

……

"Nope! No, it won't! "Your Majesty won't abandon his people, and where else can he flee?" ”

"Strange spirits can't swim," Rams said, "perhaps Your Majesty has escaped the Narrow Sea with his wife and his courtiers to the continent of Essos. Oh, I almost forgot, you're not the rightful heir of the Iron Islands. Why don't you take us to the Iron Islands, there will be no such. ”

"No!" The stinky guy was still shaking his head, "My lord, you can't go!" Don't you want to retake the Horror Fort? And you, you are all from the North, can you bear to see your hometown become a ghost? ”

Rams was amazed, and reached out to pat the stinky guy's face:

"Stink, what does the North have to do with you? Even if the Seven Kingdoms fall, what does it have to do with you? Why are you so excited? ”

"I, I'm thinking about you, my lord......"

"No, I don't." Rams snorted contemptuously, then turned his head and said in a loud voice to his soldiers,

"The neck line can't be defended! Caesar estimated that he had run away! It's time for us to withdraw! Go to the Iron Islands! Go across the Narrow Sea! These damn things can't catch up......"

Rams was halfway through, but it came to an abrupt end.

A sharp pain came from his lower back, draining him of all his strength almost instantly.

"Stinky Guy...... ...... you," Rams turned his head with difficulty, looking incredulously at the servant who had been frightened by his own glance, "you ...... Kill me......"

"Escapees, slash!" Theon Greyjoy's hands were still shaking uncontrollably, but he shouted with all his strength.

"Also, I'm not called a stinky guy," Theon suddenly felt a sense of relief and relief as Rams slowly fell down, "My name is Theon Greyjoy!" ”

"Stinky ......" blood gushed out of Rams' mouth, blocking his trachea, and he reached out to grab Theon, but he slid limply.

Until he collapsed on the cold ground, Rams still couldn't believe that he had died at the hands of the stinky guy.

Theon held the blood-dripping sword in his hand, and looked around, only to find that the Rams men who had persecuted and abused him were now looking at him with an extremely frightened gaze.

He thought they would rush to avenge Rams, but that didn't happen.

It was as if what he had just killed was not the only son of the Lord of the Castle of Terror, but just an insignificant passerby.

The next moment, someone finally reacted, but they just turned around and ran south.

"Can't run!" Theon shouted at the top of his voice, "This is a life-and-death battle for the survival of mankind!" Only forward! Forward! ”

As he spoke, he brandished his blood-dripping sword and charged at the ghouls who had climbed up to the top of the city.

"Rush! Follow me! ”

Theon roared forward, wondering if anyone was following behind him.

He didn't dare look back.

……

In the headquarters of the defensive line, the atmosphere was oppressive and solemn, and the dim candlelight flickered and faint, trying its best to resist the invasion of darkness.

One bad news after another kept coming in, and everyone realized that the neck line might not be able to hold it.

"Your Majesty has no news yet?" Count Randolph Tully, Hand of the King, asked.

"Your Majesty said that you would go deep into the rear and kill the leader of the strangers, the Night King...... But no news has come back so far......"

"Without the dragon, [wildfire] is running out again, and there are not even many cannonballs. And the ghouls are still so endless, we won't last long......"

Under the deep gaze of Count Landau, the voice of Count Mandalay became lower and lower.

Although some words were not said directly, Count Landau knew very well that many people had already retreated.

This kind of hopeless battle can make anyone desperate.

Count Landall Tully suddenly got up, picked up the helmet on the table, and pulled out the family inheritance of the tile steel sword [Broken Heart], and said loudly:

"The Neck Line will never fall until I fall!"

With that, he strode out.

The wooden door opened, and a biting chill came in, making a few turns around the room.

The rest of the people looked at each other, but they still followed one after another.

Count Leighton Hightower hurried after Count Randolph Tully and whispered:

"Landau, we have to prepare for the worst......"

"If you want to run, run yourself." Lan Dao interrupted impatiently, "If the Neck Ze defense line collapses, there is naturally nothing to say, but if we hold it, hmph, the Hightower family will definitely pay the price for what they have done!" ”

"I didn't want to run." "All the forces of the Hightowers have been sent over, and they will hold out until the very end, I can assure you," explained Earl Layton. ”

Earl Landau's face softened slightly, and he asked:

"And what exactly are you trying to say?"

"I would say if the worst happens...... We must reserve a seed ...... for the Seven Nations"

Count Landau stopped, pondered for a moment, then nodded lightly and said:

"Alright, Lord Layton, I'll take care of that. Immediately return to King's Landing with some men and go to Queen Margaery......"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a shrill cheer.

"It's dawn! It's dawn! ”

"The long night is over!"

"We have won! Victory! ”

……

Count Landau looked up in astonishment, and saw that the dark night sky in the north had indeed been torn open a long and narrow opening, and the long-lost sunlight shone through, bringing tearful warmth and light.

"It must have been His Majesty Caesar who succeeded in killing the Night King!" Earl Layton exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, it must be!" Even Earl Landau, who has always been moody, was a little out of shape at this time.

He walked a few quick steps, came to the head of the city, raised his great sword, waved it and shouted:

"The Night King is dead! The Night King is dead! Counterattack! Counterattack! ”

At this moment, on the originally crumbling neck defense line, the human soldiers all cheered up.

Wielding their swords, they rushed at the army of ghouls.

The gap in the light in the night sky is growing more and more and bigger.

It was as if the black curtain covering the heavens and the earth was being torn apart by countless hands.

And as the light reigns over the land, the cold winds of winter begin to wane.

Also weakened is an army of ghouls.

Under the sunlight, their movements have become sluggish, and their vitality is no longer as tenacious as before, and they can be easily killed by ordinary swords.

"Kill! Kill these monsters! ”

"We will win!"

On the contrary, under the light of the sun, human beings immediately burst out with a strong belief in battle.

Not only did they regain the defensive line that had been breached by the ghouls, but many even jumped out of the defense line and charged north.

The original black and crushed corpse tide became fragmented under such a counter-charge.

"We have won! Brand! We've won! The long night is over! ”

Mera Reed burst into the room, grabbed the boy in a wheelchair, and screamed excitedly.

"Did you see that? The sun is out! We've won! ”

It wasn't until she calmed down a little that she realized she had said the wrong thing.

However, Bran smiled and nodded, and "looked" out the window with empty eyes:

"I saw it. Yes, the long night is over. We won. ”

"It's just amazing." Mera said excitedly, "I thought I couldn't hold my neck just now." Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, the sun actually came out! It must be the gods! ”

"It was His Majesty Caesar who killed the Night King." Brandau, with a subtle hint of sadness hidden in his tone.

"I see!" Mera obviously didn't realize Bran's strangeness, "I'll take you out for a walk, the ghouls have become so weak during the day, and there is no danger outside." ”

"Okay." Bran nodded.

The two left the line and walked towards the quilt.

At this time, the tide of corpses near the Neck Ze defense line had been cleared, and the army was still advancing northward.

Along the way, there are mountains of ghoul remains, and of course, the remains of human warriors.

The snow has stopped, and the sun hanging high in the sky has sent down thousands of rays of light, dispelling the bitter cold of winter.

"Look, Your Majesty, they're back!" Mera was walking on the snow in a wheelchair, and suddenly pointed to the three dragons flying in the sky and cheered.

Bran also looked up, staring at the dragon silently with empty eye sockets, but did not speak.

"It's a pity that I didn't get to see His Majesty kill the Night King." Mera said with some emotion.

She actually had some opinions about Caesar because of Bran's eyes.

But now, all of this has vanished with the other party slaying the Night King and saving humanity.

"From now on, His Majesty Caesar's prestige in the Seven Kingdoms will probably become more lofty than ever!" "People will worship him like a god." He too will be the greatest king the Seven Kingdoms have ever seen! ”

"The king you worship will probably sleep for a long time." Bran said suddenly.

"Sleeping?" Mera wondered, "What do you mean?" Could it be that Your Majesty is injured? ”

"Nope." Bran said in a somewhat complicated tone, "It's just that he has another battle to fight." ”

"Another battle? Isn't the Long Night over? How can there still be fighting? ”

"The long night is only over temporarily." "Maybe in another 10,000 years, it will come back again." ”

"Ten thousand years." Mera stuck out her tongue, "I was all to ashes then." ”

She tilted her head and asked:

"Bran, what is the Long Night? Why will it appear again in 10,000 years? ”

"Legend has it that only when the sins of mankind are over, will the long night cease to reappear." Brandau, "Do you think the sins of mankind will come to an end?" ”

Mera shook her head, a little disappointed.

Bran comforted:

"There's no need to be discouraged. At least we've earned peace for tens of thousands of years. And maybe His Majesty Caesar can really end the night forever......"

"Is this Master Bran Stark, please?" An officer suddenly spoke up and stopped the two.

"That's right." Brando, "What's the matter?" ”

"That's right, Master Bran. Just now we found a warrior who died on the front line, he kept whispering about Winterfell before he died, we guess maybe someone from the Stark family, do you want to claim the body? ”

Bran's expression moved slightly, and he said, "Okay." ”

Mela pushed her wheelchair and followed the officer forward not far before she saw the body in the other person's mouth.

It was a shriveled corpse that was almost reduced to a skeleton, entangled with the remains of a ghoul, and you can imagine the scene of a fierce fight between the two sides before dying.

"There's no such thing as a Stark family......" Mera looked at it for a long time, but couldn't recognize it.

"It's Theon......" Bran recognized.

"Theon?" Mera was slightly startled.

She had heard of the reputation of the adopted son of the Duke of Winterfell, and she knew that the other party had later betrayed the Starks.

"Yes, he's a Stark." Bran said to the officer.

Mera was puzzled, but didn't interject.

Bran said sadly and solemnly:

"Please help collect the body, and I will take him to Winterfell for burial."

The plan for the end of the month has not changed (at most it will be delayed for a day or two), the secrets of the long night, the conspiracy of the gods, the ending of Caesar, and the many holes buried before will be filled one by one in these days, please believe the radish.

(End of chapter)