Although the Lannister army did not suffer many losses, with only a little over a hundred people losing combat effectiveness, the scene of Robb transforming into a giant dragon and instantly killing a hundred people was deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts.
Morale collapsed!
They didn't know if Robb could continue to use his powerful abilities, or when their own lives would vanish.
This reminded them of ancient legendary battles, the tales they heard from childhood to adulthood: the Targaryen Family sweeping across the continent on three giant dragons!
Those were giant dragons!
For the inhabitants of Westeros, having been ruled for centuries under the symbol of the dragon, a worship of dragons had long formed. Robb was well aware of this psychology, which was why he chose to use the Dragon Prayer, a very costly spell.
"My spiritual power is slowly recovering. At the current rate, I estimate I can cast a complete Dragon's Breath again after resting for an hour."
Robb could sense his energy recovering, and he could already cast some less draining spells.
So Robb's hands glowed with different colored lights, and he began to cast prayer spells to enhance his combat abilities.
Beast Vitality
Accumulate beast vitality in your body, allowing for slow health recovery over a certain period.
Flame, Grant Me Strength
Ignite flames on the body, increasing attack power and fire attribute damage.
Dragon Lightning Blessing
Lightning wraps around the entire body, helping the blessed person to more easily deflect attacks.
Black Flame Blessing
Ignite black flames on the body, reducing damage taken.
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One by one, defensive or offensive prayers were cast by Robb upon himself. In the night, Robb's body constantly glowed with various colors.
Orange-red and black flames intertwined.
Golden lightning and dark beast vitality surged.
As if a god had descended!
Robb finally raised the longsword in his hand, pointing it towards the sky, and a golden, sacred light enveloped all the Wolf Cavalry.
Golden Tree Vow
A prayer that enhances the attack and defense of oneself and allies.
All the Wolf Cavalry felt their bodies filled with power, an unprecedented sense of fullness spreading throughout them.
Their eyes grew even more fervent, and their hands gripping their long spears no longer trembled.
Seeing the time was ripe, Robb swung the longsword in his hand downwards. Three hundred Wolf Cavalry spurred their horses together, silently charging towards the somewhat scattered Lannister army!
The tips of their long spears gleamed with silver light in the moonlight, like a neat swarm of fireflies flying forward.
Robb led the charge, directly rushing into the enemy's formation with a shining light.
Whoosh—
Spotting the location of Kingslayer Jaime, Robb raised his hand and fired an arrow towards that golden head.
Over two hundred arrows whistled out from behind him.
Jaime saw Robb, shining with light, and countless fireflies rushing towards him. After a brief moment of daze, he immediately regained his combat awareness.
"Don't panic, there are less than three hundred of them!"
Jaime roared with all his might, commanding the nobles under him: "They are coming for me. Three hundred men dare to charge the center; you immediately take your men to the flanks, accelerate the charge, and shatter them directly!"
Seeing that his subordinate noble lords were still somewhat stunned, Jaime was furious. Ignoring the arrow rain flying towards him, he stood on a high point and cursed loudly.
"Do you have no brains?! Robb is coming for me. If you stay here, you'll have to face that monster's charge head-on. I told you to go to the flanks, now hurry up and get over there?!"
"I'll keep a thousand men here, and the other two thousand go to the sides to kill! Just one charge, and they'll all be dead, and we'll win!!!"
Jaime's roar finally had an effect. Some timid lords, hearing him, felt as if they had received a great pardon and hurriedly led their men to the sides.
However, in the absence of unified command, the troops were in disarray. Some units on the left wanted to ambush on the right, while some on the right wanted to ambush on the left.
The soldiers, already terrified, kept looking back, thinking that if they ran back to the main camp, there might still be a glimmer of hope.
If not for the disciplinarians behind them, some would have already fled.
Of the three thousand cavalry, less than half could maintain normal coordination and adjustments.
"That's enough…" Jaime thought. Fifteen hundred men were enough to kill the less than three hundred cavalry opposite them.
Jaime, on horseback, took the helmet handed to him by a subordinate and looked across at Robb, who was charging towards him.
"Robb! I'm right here, come on!"
"Robb! Use your evil magic to kill me, you son of a b****!"
"Lannister, hear me roar, kill!"
Jaime cursed Robb loudly, shouting the Lannister family's motto, attempting to rally his troops and pull back their collapsing morale.
He saw through Robb's intention, but he did not flee; instead, he chose to confront Robb head-on.
He spat, muttering, "Come on, you son of a b****, let's see if you can break my center faster, or if my flanks can outflank you faster!"
But no matter how Jaime roared or provoked, the three hundred knights charging at high speed remained silent.
They were like the Death Knights of legend, bringing only eternal silence to their enemies.
Those directly opposing Robb's Wolf Cavalry had already begun to feel fear. If not for Jaime's voice constantly echoing in their ears, they would have already fled.
Bang!
First to shatter were the ice sculptures of soldiers frozen by Robb's Ice Dragon's Breath. Then, the Lannister cavalry saw the firefly-like spear tips.
The two waves of charging cavalry collided, and at that moment, the silent Wolf Cavalry finally let out their first roar of the night:
Winter Has Come!!!
The Lannister army, already on the verge of collapse, was terrified by this sudden roar, their guts already shattered!
They also discovered, to their horror, that their spear tips could not pierce the most dazzling person on the battlefield.
Robb was the first to charge into the Lannister army's formation. Several spear tips immediately appeared before Robb, but Robb, empowered by several prayers, completely ignored these soft long spears, raising his sword and bringing it down, directly lopping off the spearheads.
Grey Wind followed closely behind. Its sturdy body and the wolf howl that chilled horses almost instantly caused some cavalry mounts to lose control.
Grey Wind leaped, twisting its body, and clung tightly to a horse's throat, its fur soaked with bright red blood.
Robb swung his sword, a simple, unadorned strike, but the enemy could only watch as the sword sliced through their throat.
In the blink of an eye, several Lannister cavalry had been cut down by Robb.
One man and one wolf, at the very start of the battle, tore open a gap.
The Wolf Cavalry behind them poured in, their long spears unstoppable, instantly piercing through the Lannister army's defense line.
And shattering their last psychological defense.