Robb charged into the formation, like a tiger among sheep against the Lannister army, immediately entering a simple slaughter mode.
The sword in his right hand split open a knight's head, while his left hand reached out in another direction, and a violently exploding ball of flame instantly incinerated a knight charging towards him.
On the battlefield, all combat techniques were mostly forgotten.
Robb was now completely relying on instinct to mobilize the various energies within his body.
He mechanically repeated hacking motions, subconsciously using various spells and prayers, cruelly and mercilessly harvesting lives.
Lion Slash, Double Slash, Whirlwind Slash—one combat skill after another was unleashed.
Robb was like a dancer on the battlefield, elegant yet brutal.
In less than ten minutes, an empty zone appeared around Robb.
The corpses of Lannister soldiers piled up, and blood stained Robb's entire body, making him look as if he had been soaked in a barrel of blood.
"Ghost! A ghost!"
"It's the Blood Ghost, here to claim lives!"
"Run, we've lost!"
Seeing this hellish scene, the Lannister soldiers were terrified out of their wits, and finally, some could no longer resist the fear in their hearts, throwing down their weapons and fleeing backward.
The Wolf Cavalry became even more unrestrained; they almost forgot they were fighting a difficult battle against an enemy ten times their number, surrounding Robb, slaughtering the remnants of the routed forces, and fending off knights who still tried to charge towards Robb.
An army is a large collective; it is not a simple whole.
While some wanted to flee, others still wanted to organize resistance, which is why strange scenes of simultaneous rout and bloody battle often occurred on the battlefield.
Kingslayer Jaime saw Robb move through the enemy as if unimpeded, completely piercing through his center army in less than half an hour, charging uninhibitedly towards him.
He was momentarily lost in thought; he heard the thud of hooves, iron boots splashing in shallow water, the dull sound of swords cleaving oak shields, the friction of clashing steel, the whistle of arrows, the thunder of war drums, and a thousand horses screaming simultaneously.
After a moment of daze, Jaime immediately reacted: "Follow me! Follow me!"
Although the several thousand strong central army was routed, the disciplinary squad could not change the failing morale, but Jaime still had his personal guard.
Jaime knew there was only one way to turn the tide of this battle: he had to lead men to hold Robb back.
Once the central army routed, the flank armies that had been sent out to attack the enemy's wings would also fall into confusion, and might even be turned upon and defeated one by one by Robb.
Jaime managed to gather a few hundred men, a long spear tucked under his arm, and launched a final charge towards Robb's location.
"Kill!!!"
"Follow me, kill!"
Jaime shouted, cheering on his troops.
But his shouts also caught Robb's attention.
At this moment, blood had blurred Robb's vision; he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and finally saw the situation ahead clearly.
That distinctive golden hair—it was Kingslayer Jaime, without a doubt.
He can still organize men to charge me?
Robb was somewhat surprised, stopping the release of other prayer spells, merely holding his longsword, quietly waiting for Jaime's arrival.
"Robb!"
Jaime roared and swung his sword, cutting down several people, all of whom were routed Lannister soldiers.
In the darkness, both men could clearly see each other, but with the surging crowd, this short distance took over ten minutes to cover.
Jaime saw that the various strange lights on Robb's body had now completely disappeared; he was no different from an ordinary person.
"His evil magic is gone! Seize him, kill him!"
Jaime's spirits lifted, and he continued to encourage his soldiers.
Robb watched the opponent charge with cold eyes; the Wolf Cavalry quickly assembled, preparing for a head-on charge.
Robb waved his hand to calm the restless Wolf Cavalry.
He dismounted.
Jaime saw this abnormal scene; at first, his heart filled with joy, thinking the opponent had taken some wrong medicine, but then his heart sank, knowing that the opponent was no fool, and daring to make such a move must mean he had a contingency plan.
But no matter what, this was the charge that would decide victory or defeat, Jaime thought.
Then Jaime saw Robb grip the sword in his hand, then leap high into the air towards his army, stopping eerily for a second in mid-air, maintaining a sword-swinging posture.
Then.
He charged towards him at an unnatural speed and angle!
Robb lunged in front of Jaime, swung his sword, and countless sharp, gleaming white sword auras instantly appeared around Robb!
Clang, clang, clang!
Jaime felt his armor being struck countless times in that instant, and then he lost his balance and fell off his horse.
His horse was decapitated by one of the sword auras in an instant.
Robb didn't even glance at him lying on the ground; his sword dance was not yet over.
Another lunge, stopping in the densest area of Jaime's army's iron hooves, countless sword auras protected Robb's body, instantly clearing out one empty zone after another.
Robb's movements were eerie; to the Lannister soldiers, he was like a ghostly phantom, appearing suddenly in one place, taking the lives there, and then quickly leaving!
War is the art of slaughter, and Robb was the dancer on the battlefield.
Waterfowl Dance!
The Valkyrie's signature combat skill was once again unleashed by Robb.
The Wolf Cavalry, seeing Robb fighting fiercely within the enemy formation, were greatly invigorated and all charged forward, clashing with the Lannister army.
Their long spears were raised high, instantly impaling any soldier in their way.
The opponents were already terrified out of their wits, having lost their will to fight; as long as their side fought, they would win.
As long as they followed Lord Robb, they would win.
Fight, follow where the blood light appears.
Follow that blood-soaked leader.
Fight, then crush the enemy!
"Winter has come!"
The Wolf Cavalry let out the second roar of this war, and this time, it thoroughly plunged Kingslayer Jaime's direct army into the abyss of despair.
Jaime lay on the ground, covered in wounds; he struggled to get up, still wanting to organize his troops to fight again, he didn't believe Robb was made of iron, never tiring.
But unfortunately, he wasn't made of iron either.
Blackfish appeared before him; looking at Jaime, who was bleeding all over, he struck without hesitation, knocking him to the ground with his spear shaft, then dragging the dazed Jaime on a parade across the entire battlefield.
"Jaime captured! Surrender or die!"
"Jaime captured! Surrender or die!"
Blackfish and several Wolf Cavalry galloped around the battlefield, proudly displaying Jaime to his knights.
At this moment, the Lannister knights were truly and utterly defeated.
Apart from a few scattered sworn knights who wanted to retrieve Jaime's body (they thought Jaime had been killed by Robb), the rest of the knights began to flee aimlessly in all directions.
The Wolf Cavalry began an unrestrained pursuit.