Chapter 665 Dragon vs Giant
The graves of our ancestors.
Tens of thousands of troops marched through like a tide, heading straight for Winterfell in the north.
"Hiss-"
A behemoth, as black as carbon, streaked across the sky, slowly slowing down and hovering on the main road of the Army Kingdom.
The sound of horse hooves trampling was intensive.
Facing the front of the coalition forces, a team composed entirely of cavalry came in a mighty manner.
"Xu~~"
The strong old man with gray beard tightened the reins and carried a two-handed giant sword on his back.
All members of the team wear the thickest fur coats, and each person has two or even three horses. They carry weapons, food, and armor with them.
boom--
The glutton landed on the ground, raised its head and roared.
Thousands of war horses could not help but frighten, neighing and falling back.
The knights tightened their reins and tried their best to control their horses from falling to the ground.
Rhaegar sat on the saddle and recognized the leader of the army ahead: "Count Roderick Dustin, are you also going north to the Great Wall?"
The strong old man was none other than Earl Roderick, who had visited King's Landing before. He was also a powerful warrior and military strategist called "Old Old" Rodrick by the people in the north.
Tata~~~
The war horse cowered forward, Roderick carried the flag of the direwolf's head on his shoulders, and said in a rough voice: "Thanks to the old gods, your majesty led the army to the Great Wall, and the north will never be forgotten!"
While shouting, his old face showed a hearty smile.
Their Winter Wolf Army, which had assembled the first "warriors" in the North, was about to go to the Great Wall to die.
He resisted the severe cold with his flesh and blood, and sacrificed his life in exchange for one more hot meal for his family.
His Majesty from the Seven Kingdoms came in person on a dragon, and they might be able to eat before they die.
Looking at the laughing old earl, Rega was in awe and said seriously: "Return to the team, all expenses will be taken from the coalition forces."
The Winter Wolves were all older northern men, many of whom had gray beards like Roderick.
But everyone looked solemn, facing the wind, snow and giant dragon without fear.
They are truly elite.
"Thank you for your generosity, Your Majesty."
Roderick got off his horse, strode up to the dark dragon, knelt down on one knee to greet it.
Although the old man has a carefree temperament, he pays special attention to tradition and kindness.
When southerners can support the northern border, it is an indelible friendship.
Rhaegar slid off the dragon's back, and the old earl watched with piercing eyes, clearly understanding the power of the dragon.
"How many troops are there in your army?"
"There are more than two thousand people in total, with tens of thousands of cattle, sheep and horses."
Roderick said seriously and honestly: "This year's harvest has been completely destroyed. Each family can only rely on the grain stored in previous years to survive the winter. The excess men and livestock must be taken away."
Not only those who stayed at home needed to eat, but the men who joined the army and went north also needed rations on the way.
Livestock is the best source of food.
"The army will first enter Winterfell, and then bring the cavalry to the Great Wall first."
Rhaegar looked at the desolate land covered by heavy snow and announced loudly: "Food will be continuously transported from the Riverlands, so there is no need to worry about starvation and cold."
The White Walkers are the enemy, and only by defeating the White Walkers can we win.
To this end, the entire territory must support the North.
With the reputation of Rhaegar I of the Targaryen family, nobles from all over the Seven Kingdoms must obey orders.
"Thank you, your merciful Majesty."
Roderick doesn't know how to flatter someone, but his resonant voice can spread across the wilderness.
…
Marching for several days.
Winterfell, the godswood.
The patter...
The hot spring water flows gurglingly, and the dark dragon's tail creates slight ripples.
The glutton was lying on the side, half of his body soaked in the hot spring, his green vertical pupils half-opened and half-squinted in a false sleep.
In the wide forest, heavy snow covered the ground for more than three feet.
The cold wind blows from time to time, picking up snowflakes and falling on the scales of the giant creature.
"No! How can you treat Xinshu like this!"
A sharp shout suddenly sounded, accompanied by the sound of feet jumping in frustration.
Boom——
As soon as he finished speaking, a towering tree in the forest fell to the ground, causing a flurry of falling snow.
Then more and more trees fell.
The winter wolf army, wearing thick coats and holding axes, worked hard to cut down the sacred wood forest and the surrounding wolf forest.
Seeing the big trees being cut down, the son of the forest grinned: "You must respect the heart tree, you can't cut down the forest."
Trees are a protective shield for the children of the forest.
Eight thousand years ago, the ancestors landed on the continent of Westeros and cut down most of the forests and heart trees.
"What they cut down was not a heart tree, just ordinary wood."
Rhaegar stretched out his hand to hold down the maroon head of the "Squirrel Man" and said calmly: "Winterfell needs firewood. As a part of the North, sacrifices are necessary."
"No, if you cut down the forest, you will suffer nature's revenge."
The child of the forest opened his green eyes wide and crawled around like a monkey.
Occasionally, he would sneak up behind Rhaegar and grab the corner of his clothes to climb up.
Rhaegar dumped her and didn't care: "The weirwood will stay. If you are afraid of being homeless in the future, you can move to the kingswood or rainforest."
The more you come into contact with it, the more you can discover it.
Children of the Forest is really fun.
His temperament is relatively simple, his petite stature is not threatening, and the key is that he is very smart and proficient in magic.
No wonder they couldn't defeat the ancestors and were driven to live north of Jingze.
Walking all the way out of the gate of the godswood, I walked back to the castle through the muddy water of melted snow.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Rhaenyra directing the servants to work.
Repair castles and walls, place troops temporarily stationed, move food storage cellars...
Wearing a thick black dress, her cool temperament is unattainable.
Showing the majesty of a queen in a generous way, she naturally became the mistress of Winterfell.
Duke Cregen's wife died young, and the huge Winterfell still relied on the old bachelor to support it.
"Rhaega, you are back."
Rhaenyra took a moment to catch a glimpse and quickly took out a letter from her sleeve.
"Where are Benila and the others?"
Rhaegar looked around and saw that they were all busy servants.
"They are sorting out the tomb. It's warmer there and suitable for dragons to stay."
Rhaenyra's eyes were concerned, and she stood on her tiptoes to tighten Rei's collar.
Moon Dancer and Dawn are both young dragons who cannot withstand the cold wind in the north.
Fortunately, it is small and can just fit in the tomb.
Rhaegar leaned down slightly, resting his chin on the fragrant shoulders surrounded by fluff, letting it be manipulated as he pleased.
He put his hands under his arms and opened the envelope to look at it.
"This is a letter from the Great Wall. Is there something wrong?"
Rhaenyra twisted Snow's neck and fell into the broad chest.
Rhaegar grasped her tight waist with one hand and held the envelope tightly in the other.
Not good news.
The savage army attacked at regular intervals, and the night watchmen defended day and night, and they were exhausted.
"Looks like I have to go."
Rhaegar's voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of heaviness.
The contradiction between the northerners and the savages is difficult to resolve, and the Great Wall has become a gap of separation.
"Leave Winterfell to me and deliver the message promptly if necessary."
Rhaenyra whispered.
Rhaegar nodded slightly, thinking about how to solve the savage problem.
The emergence of the White Walkers directly threatens all living people inside and outside the Great Wall.
There is nothing wrong with the savages attacking the Great Wall in order to survive.
If possible, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of savages would be better off migrating within the Great Wall.
If you stay outside the Great Wall, you will eventually become part of the army of the dead.
…
King's Landing.
Red Fort, Parliament Hall.
Damon sat in the main seat, listening to the discussion impatiently.
"Duke Jason of Lannister has not yet sent troops, and even the Earl of Golden Teeth City has taken the initiative to send infantry troops northward."
"Duke Jason is still lying on the bed. Unfortunately, there is no way to know his condition."
"He is contemptuous of the Iron Throne and contempt of foreign orders!"
Lin Man's old face drooped and he cursed with indignation.
The king's power is sacrosanct.
At a time when the kingdom is in crisis, how can the Duke of Yijing take the lead in disobeying the king's order.
"With all due respect, as far as I know, Lord Linman's family has not sent anyone to the north."
A strange face appeared in the royal council, it was Lord Desmond of White Harbor.
Attended as a representative of the North.
Lin Man was speechless for a moment, and his old face turned red.
"That's wrong. Sir Alan Bisbury responded to the lord's call and is resisting the invasion of external forces."
Otto Hightower sat on the side and calmly resolved Linman's embarrassment.
The emperor was short of manpower, and Otto, who was far away in Norvos, rebelled against the king again.
Although not lovable, he can solve many government affairs very well.
Seeing someone refute him, Desmond narrowed his eyes: "The merchants of Quils had an agreement with His Majesty first, and White Harbor did not drive them away."
"That's because White Harbor is frozen and there's no Mandalay Bank."
Otto glanced at him with a very unfriendly tone.
They are all old foxes, who can hide their tails?
Desmond was speechless and turned his head unhappily.
Lin Man acted according to the opportunity and continued to increase the pressure: "Duke Jason blatantly disobeyed the king's order and must be punished."
"What kind of punishment?"
Damon was very interested, hoping to say something to his liking.
"Just follow His Majesty's will."
Lin Man dug into his sleeve and took out a letter.
Grand Maester Orwell stood up, took the letter and handed it to Daemon in the opposite corner.
At the same time, he whispered: "What the king means is that Duke Jason has not sent out troops for a long time, so a giant dragon needs to be sent to check on his condition."
"Only in this way can the majesty of the royal family be restored."
Otto echoed from the side and was very dissatisfied with the Lannister family.
Damon read the letter, and his eyes swept over everyone's faces one by one.
Bang!
He slapped the case and said with an unkind expression: "Very good, let's see how sick Duke Jason is."
"Hiss... Ga..."
A high-pitched and long neighing sound immediately came from the window and reached everyone's ears.
In the back garden of the Red Fort.
A thin layer of snowflakes covered the ground, and the delicate flowers and plants in October showed a wilted state.
A giant scarlet dragon with a body as long as a snake slowly climbed up from the snow. Snowflakes flew as the body swayed, and it raised its sharp and evil dragon head.
…
The Great Wall of Despair.
Boom, boom, boom!
The dull and powerful war drum beat, and the snow covering the ground trembled slightly.
"Come on!"
Tens of thousands of savage troops crossed the ghost forest, roaring and launching one charge after another.
Before he could reach the Great Wall, dense arrows rained down.
Flowers of blood spattered, and the corpse of the savage fell to the ground like a wild dog on the roadside.
However, more savages trampled on the bodies of their companions and rushed towards the approaching Great Wall.
"Fire the arrows! Pour the kerosene down too!"
On the Great Wall, the old Benji Kou had a loud voice and drew his sword to command the night watchmen to fight back.
"This won't work. Sooner or later, the arrows and kerosene will run out."
Cregen grabbed old Benjikou, his eyes filled with unspeakable worry.
"What else can be done, my lord?"
Old Benjikou broke free from the young man's big hand and said solemnly: "The oath of the night watchman is to be kept until the last moment."
Even if you run out of ammunition and food.
"Ho, come with Nunu!"
Suddenly, a muffled roar came from below, and the ground shook violently.
Cragen was shocked when he saw a shocking scene from the observation deck.
I saw the savage army below orderly separating to both sides to make way for a passage.
A tall mammoth dragged a thick tree trunk, swung its long trunk and ran screaming.
Behind the mammoth are a group of monsters seven or eight meters tall.
A dozen giants covered in animal skins and with thick hair charged side by side, forming an unrivaled army of giants.
The first ugly giant wielded a mace modified from a club, and crashed into the underground passage gate of the Great Wall like a chariot.
"Attack quickly, pour the fire oil down!"
The night watchmen were frightened and hurriedly moved barrels of kerosene.
By accident, the kerosene barrel rolled down from the city wall before it was opened.
boom!
It exploded suddenly when it encountered fire, but failed to effectively stop the giant army.
Led by the ugly giant, four or five giants huddled under the city wall and worked together to lift the iron gate that weighed a thousand kilograms.
Rumble——
The door slowly lifts, revealing the solid wood door panel at the rear.
"I'll do it!"
A giant clumsily lifted the tree trunk dragged by the mammoth and placed it under the gate.
With a bang, the door opened to a height of one person from the ground.
"Haha, well done Giant."
"Fuck you son of a bitch Crow!"
The savage army rushed through the flames ignited by kerosene and drilled down the passage.
Without the obstruction of the iron fence, the solid wood door was like a layer of window paper, unable to withstand the hacking and slashing of savages.
After a while, a groove was carved out.
Seeing this scene, the night watchmen on the city wall had cold hands and feet.
"Ten people come with me and block the door of the underground passage!"
Cregen stood up, drew his clan sword Han Bing and shouted loudly.
No matter what, they cannot be invaded by savages.
Soon, ten bold night watchmen broke away from the team and followed the Duke to the long winch ladder as if they were dead.
boom! boom!
There was a constant muffled sound below, as the giant was trying to completely dismantle the iron fence.
Cragen held his breath and silently prayed to the Heart Tree.
There is no strong enemy that cannot be defeated, and there is no desperate situation that requires death.
boom!
The iron fence rumbled, and large pieces of gravel fell off.
Cragen stepped onto the winch ladder and closed his eyes tightly.
"Hiss-"
Suddenly, a dragon roar as loud as thunder came from afar, making people's ears hurt.
Cragen's heart trembled and he immediately opened his eyes.
boom--
Shadows cover the vast white land, covering the Great Wall from far to near.
A pair of wings as black as carbon were like curtains hanging from the sky. When they flapped, strong winds emerged, swallowing up the brilliance of the sun.
"Dragon Flame!"
The commanding voice was cold and the echo was condescending.
"Hiss-"
The huge black dragon flew through the air, stepped on the top of the Great Wall with its sharp hind feet, lowered its head and roared, spewing out green dragon flames.
The ash-like green dragon flames fell gently, flooding most of the battlefield.
The savages had no time to dodge before they were stuck by the tarsus-like dragon flames and let out shrill screams of despair.
Rhaegar had no color and drew out the black fire from his waist and slid down the dragon's back.
The next moment.
"Hiss!"
"Hiss..."
The golden and gorgeous dragon and the ugly mud dragon chased after each other, roaring and spitting out dragon flames.
But no matter what the driver on the dragon's back ordered, the two giant dragons only hovered over the Great Wall and never crossed beyond the Great Wall.
boom--
The forelimbs of Glutton's wings clasped the edge of the city wall, stretched his neck and lowered his head to look down, spreading the green dragon flames as far as possible under the Great Wall.
His pale green vertical pupils were solemn, and his whole body was exuding hot white smoke.
It seemed like there was some huge threat outside the Great Wall.
other side.
Castle Black, entrance to the underground passage.
Rhaegar's eyes were cold, and he held the black fire and walked step by step toward the exit between the multiple doors.
The Dragonborn's true form manifested, with strands of black fire lingering around his body.
Like the forehead and heart, the left side of the neck is covered with a layer of pitch-black scales, and the entire left arm is three points stronger.
