The red light was blocked by the massive beast herd, and those around saw him crash into the group and then disappear without a trace.
Jon, charging into the beast herd, swung his sharp Valyrian steel sword, Frost, relentlessly. However, the tall beasts didn't stop their frantic movements just because a few bones were shattered by the strikes. They kept running without pause.
The beasts at the front had to fall!
Jon quickly shifted his tactics, realizing that the usual methods against human soldiers wouldn't work. He stepped on an animal leg bone next to him, flipping over and landing on a dead horse's back.
The herd of beasts was getting closer to the golden light.
Jon turned into a streak of red light, stepping on the backs of animals as he charged ahead. At the front was a wild bull. Jon leaped high into the air and heavily stomped on the bull's head, kicking the now-bare skull straight to the ground, where it was crushed under the bull's own hooves.
But the bull's charge didn't stop.
Jon jumped off the bull's back and landed ahead of it, sword in both hands, bending forward. His long sword swept across the bull's front legs. With the loss of its front legs, the bull lost its balance and crashed into the snow, dragging a several-meter-long trench behind it.
The beasts behind couldn't turn in time, and crashed into the fallen bull, piling up in a heap.
Jon looked at his sword. There wasn't a single chip on the blade. If it had been an ordinary steel sword, the strikes against the hardest, thickest beast leg bones would have left significant damage.
It wasn't enough!
Jon kept running, slashing the front legs off the beasts one by one, until he finally retreated to the side of the knights guarding the prince.
Jon's movements were so fast that, to others, it appeared as though a streak of red light had swept across the front of the herd, breaking the legs of the leading beasts and causing the others to crash into each other.
Seeing the beast herd now tangled up, the immediate crisis was averted. Jon dispelled his magic, and his legs gave way as he collapsed to the ground. The combined use of his magic and blood magic had drained him too much, especially since he had used blood magic with his human body. Without proper nourishment, it would leave lasting effects.
"It's Jon! Drag him in!" Lyonel shouted.
Several knights rushed out of formation, grabbed Jon's arms, and dragged him back into the shield wall.
"For Eddard!"
The battle cry rang out in unison as the Northmen cavalry charged into the beast herd.
Riding the momentum of their horses' charge, the knights stabbed with their lances and swung their battle axes, quickly dispatching the smaller beast corpses. However, against the larger, more ferocious creatures, the lances were useless, the axes couldn't cut through, and even the obsidian daggers broke. The knights of the North were once again locked in a difficult battle, with some knights shouting to retreat and regroup.
"Use fire oil! Wildfire! Let's get in there and help!"
The cavalry was in trouble, and Jon led a group of soldiers, carrying the remaining jars of oil, charging toward the corpse beasts.
"Don't use fire oil!"
The red and green flames began to burn on the beasts' bodies. But the Northmen shouted for something else: "Use wildfire!"
Fire oil could quickly burn the humanoid corpse beasts, extinguishing their blue glow in under ten seconds. But the animal corpses were much larger and sturdier. Even if fire oil burned on them for three or four minutes, they wouldn't die. Instead, they would cause more chaos, spreading flames among the crowd, increasing casualties.
"They need support!" Lyonel wanted Jon to take a large group of knights and go help.
Jon, however, was retreating with the prince, his knights pulling him back. "No, they're after you. You need to get away from here!"
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The Northmen cavalry was engaged in a fierce battle with the corpse beasts.
"Shut up! Move aside!"
In the sky, Renly shouted as he raised his hand and launched two fireballs toward the blue dragon and the black dragon.
Lyonel used Dragon Shouut to summon the blue dragon, Okaaztuz, who, as it swooped down, realized that the target ahead was the herd of animal corpse beasts. Once the dragonrider gave the order, the dragon wouldn't care if the target was a corpse beast, human, or a pile of rocks. It would open its mouth and begin gathering fire to attack.
But dragons only grow close to their riders. Renly's shout was useless, and in his urgency, he threw two fireballs forward.
Okaaztuz, the blue dragon, was charged with lightning, and electric currents constantly jumped from its slightly open mouth. The black dragon, Shulvokun, already had dragonfire forming in its mouth, drifting in the air like molten lava. If the two dragons breathed their fire on the beast herd, they would incinerate half of them and kill almost all the rest.
Boom! Boom!
Two fireballs exploded on the blue and black dragons. Renly hadn't infused too much magic, and after a few seconds, the flames that had scorched the dragon scales dissipated. The dragons were stunned by the explosion, turning their heads to glare at him. The lips of their mouths curled up, revealing a row of sharp teeth and the swirling magical dragon fire within.
They were highly displeased with Renly for attacking them. Those familiar with dragons could see their eyes filled with fury. After the support was finished, the dragon riders would unleash their dragon fire and immediately go after Renly.
The fireballs in the sky also drew the attention of some people on the ground.
"The dragons are about to breathe fire!"
"Quick, retreat! Retreat!"
The Northmen knights and soldiers, who had been fighting the beasts, panicked. Dragon fire could easily burn the unkillable undead creatures, and if they didn't escape the range, they would be turned to ash.
For a moment, chaos erupted on the battlefield.
"We're finished! It's too late!" Renly urged his dragon to speed up.
"Okaaztuz, fly upwards! Fly upwards! Don't breathe dragon fire!"
"Dragon, retreat!"
In the confusion, Lyonel and Sauron completely forgot how to communicate with the dragons from a distance. They both shouted at the top of their lungs, their faces turning red, but their calls were ineffective, unable to stop the impending dragon fire.
The blue and black dragons, having switched from a dive to low-altitude flight, tilted their heads back, swelling their chests. After taking a deep breath, they prepared to unleash their dragon fire at the pesky creatures below!
Just as the two dragons were about to straighten their necks, a magical light flashed behind them, and suddenly a much larger dragon appeared in the light.
Its massive wings blocked the sunlight over the entire battlefield. Two enormous claws, one on each side, grabbed the blue and black dragons, pulling them upward into the sky. The tension in its chest released, and with a flash of lightning and flame, dragon fire surged from the struggling dragon heads, spraying everywhere. The flames barely illuminated the shimmering scales of the massive dragon.
Wuld~~~~
A deep, thunderous, and angry roar reverberated through the air. Trees in the distance shook, the ground and weapons vibrated, causing those who heard it to freeze in place. The entire battlefield became silent—humans, horses, and undead all stood still.
The dragon language magic from the massive dragon then reached the battlefield, filled with brutality and fury.
The blue and red flames lit up the sky, accompanied by the roars of the two dragons struggling in the claws. The massive dragon slowly flapped its wings and flew south.
"Odahviing!"
Both sides of the battle halted, watching the enraged dragon fly away.
"I used to feed it a lot of meat... didn't realize it could get so terrifying when angry!" Sauron said, shrinking his head.
Hiss!
As Odahviing disappeared from sight, the beastly undead began to get agitated again, extending their sharp claws toward the humans nearby.
"These damn pests!"
A huge magical ball fell from the sky, landing in the beast horde and exploding. Corpses, broken bones, and mud flew everywhere like a meteor striking the ground. Renly, dressed in a golden cloak and holding a magnificent longsword, stood at the center of the explosion.
"The king has appeared! Kill!"
This wasn't the voice of a human!
Renly quickly realized something was wrong. With all his strength, he leapt sideways, but ten or more ice spears shot into the ground where he had just been.
"It's the White Walkers! Anyone who's not a mage, retreat!" Renly shouted using magic, his voice carrying across the battlefield.
The White Walkers, hidden in the chests of the beastly undead, charged alongside the horde. Being undead creatures themselves, the necromancer's magic couldn't distinguish them. Even Renly hadn't noticed them.
The pale-skinned White Walkers jumped out of the bellies of crocodiles and wild boars, holding ice spears, though they didn't immediately launch another attack on Renly.
The White Walkers, emerging from different places, all turned to the south, taking up a stance and launching their ice spears in a standard throwing position toward Prince Lyonel and Sauron. The two exhausted children were clearly more vulnerable than Renly and Wright.
"No!" Renly shouted, raising his hand.
He summoned an ice wall with all his might, but fifteen ice spears were launched simultaneously. Two struck the wall, three were deflected by the wall and veered off course, while the remaining ten flew before the wall had even risen.
"Protect the prince!"
The Northmen knights shouted, raising their shields high.
The ice spears collided with the first row of shields, splintering wood, then pierced through the soldiers' bodies, crashing into the second row, followed by the third.
The Northmen holding iron-clad shields did not retreat, even as their shields shattered and their armor was pierced. They gripped the long spears with both hands.
Ten long spears imbued with ice magic and immense force caused Northmen to fall in clusters. Wooden shields were useless, flesh was no protection, and even the iron-clad shields failed. Only knights in metal armor managed to stop the spears after the sacrifice of dozens of lives.
"Ah~~~"
The battlefield echoed with cries of agony.
Two more ice spears pierced through armor and continued forward. Smalljon raised his shield to block them, standing in front of the two princes.
"Big guy!" Lyonel and Sauron shouted in panic as they watched Jon slowly fall.
"Heh~ I'm Jon Umber."
Smalljon's final wish was for the princes to remember the names of those who had given their lives to protect them.
His slumped body was supported by two ice spears. He kneeled, not fully falling, his shield in hand with two spear points lodged in his chest.
"No! Big guy, wake up!" Sauron shook Jon's arm, but under the magic of the ice spears, it had already become stiff.
"Take the prince and Sauron away! Prepare the obsidian daggers!" Smalljon said, using his sword as a cane as he limped over.
"He's already dead. Do you still want to stab his corpse with a dagger?" Lyonel shouted at Jon.
Smalljon Umber, a rugged but meticulous man they both admired, had been with them throughout the battle. He was now gone in an instant, and they could not accept it.
"The Others have sent over a dozen! This is not a fight for you!" Smalljon ordered, not wanting to waste more time, and signaled the surviving Northmen soldiers to carry the two away.
Outside the beast horde, the Northmen cavalry was still burning the last of the wights with wildfire, while in the inner circle, colorful magic exploded continuously.
Renly knew his son was still alive, but the thought that the Others were targeting the children enraged him. He unleashed all his magical power, not holding back, intent on destroying the Others as quickly as possible.
Buzz~~ Lightning split the air, blinding and deafening.
Boom~~
A towering wall of fire encircled the Others and Renly, trapping them inside. No one would escape.
Bang~~
Ice blossoms exploded, and spikes rose from the ground. Some were several meters long, and others were as long as ten meters, piercing through the fire wall.
Some ice spikes were pure and transparent, Renly's magic, while the majority were blue, the Others' magic.
The shattered bones on the ground trembled and floated, reforming into various monsters that charged into the fire wall.
With the body of a bull and the legs of both a man and a horse, they started charging. Even some of the recently fallen Northmen knights slowly rose, dragging their broken bodies toward the fire wall.
The Others were constantly casting summoning spells, reviving animals and humans they could still control. Far away, Smalljon's corpse began to glow blue, its movement ceasing only when Jon's Valyrian steel sword pierced its chest.
The Others could summon wights, and purple light flickered.
Lightning leapt from the sword, striking a wight and passing through its body. With every swing of Renly's sword, the lightning magic killed entire groups of wights. Broken corpses piled up in front of him.
"Ha~~~"
An enraged roar came from within the fire wall as Renly tossed aside the rapidly freezing head of an Other. With a wave of his hand, piles of corpses and broken bones floated into the air and quickly gathered before him, forming two towering skeleton giants, each standing four or five meters tall.
The Others controlled the bodies in vast numbers, while others conjurers controlled fewer bodies with far greater precision. Whoever gained control first would have the upper hand.
Hiss~~ Ha~~
The Others and Renly roared, the ground shaking with the sound of giant bones smashing, the land trembling beneath them.
Clang~~~
Valyrian steel swords clashed against the Others' icy swords, a sound as deafening as a dragon's roar, the clear, sharp sound reverberating throughout the battlefield.
The civilians had already entered the city, and the wights were nearly all destroyed. This was the last area still in combat.
As knights and soldiers retreated with the wounded, a purple skeleton was seen charging toward the enemy's fire wall.
Before the rider even reached it, golden magic projectiles were relentlessly thrown into the fire wall.
A flash of purple light appeared, and the skeletal horse vanished. A rider, clad in bone armor, leaped several meters into the air, raising a red-glowing black greatsword above his head, and howled as he charged into the fire wall.