[Leidian Qiang]
[Summon a Lightning Spear and hurl it straight forward.]
Its perfectly straight trajectory and irresistible penetrating power made Leidian Qiang Robb's favorite spell. He had once relied on this very prayer spell to defeat countless powerful enemies.
In the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, although people could still accept and believe in magic, such strange abilities had long faded into obscurity, unknown to ordinary folk.
When the soldiers on the battlefield saw that Robb could actually command lightning—casually toying with this most powerful and mysterious force of nature—waves stirred in everyone's hearts.
A miracle!
The wolf cavalry were relatively calm. They had already seen Robb use red lightning to form a blade and execute condemned criminals before. But for the Lannister army, this was the first time they had ever witnessed such a scene.
They stood dumbfounded. Many of them still hadn't come back to their senses even after Robb had already thrown the Lightning Spear.
"Protect the commander!"
"Lord Jaime!"
"Block it!"
"Ugh—!"
This Lightning Spear from Robb was clearly aimed at Jaime. Capture the leader first—if Jaime fell, this battle would already be more than half won.
But the Lannister household knights reacted swiftly as well. Without knowing the exact power of the attack, they threw themselves in front of Jaime without hesitation.
The Lightning Spear's terrifying penetration pierced straight through them, chilling them to the bone, before reaching the front of Jaime's helmet and knocking it to the ground, revealing his golden hair.
Unfortunately…
Robb shook his head. He hadn't expected anyone to be willing to use their own bodies to block his prayer spell.
Watching four knights collapse before him to save his life, Jaime was both shocked and furious, unable to tell what kind of sinister sorcery the other side had used.
But he quickly reacted, roaring at his soldiers, "Don't be afraid! That was just a trick to scare you. That little brat needs several seconds to cast that kind of evil spell. Charge straight in and cut him down!"
To further motivate his men, Jaime added even more incentives. "A Lannister always pays his debts! Robb's head—five hundred gold dragons. We'll keep our word!"
Tempted by an ocean of gold, the Lannister army regained much of its morale. To humans, as long as the profit is great enough, even their lives are negotiable.
Three thousand cavalry against fewer than three hundred—those with the numerical advantage were brimming with confidence.
Strangely enough, the smaller force was just as eager for battle. This would be a bloodbath.
"Charge! Don't give that little wizard time to cast spells—kill them all!"
Jaime roared as he spurred forward, leading from the front.
But he was quickly overtaken by even more greedy Lannister soldiers. The power of five hundred gold dragons exceeded everyone's imagination.
Three thousand cavalry charging toward a single target—this momentum alone was enough to become a terrifying moment of life and death for one man.
Even the wolf cavalry's arms trembled as they gripped their long spears. This was their first time in such a battle, and also the first formal campaign of their lives as wolf cavalry.
Fear, terror, excitement, bloodlust, nausea…
All kinds of emotions intertwined, only to be suppressed at last by something called rationality, until their minds were emptied to a blank.
Looking down at the enemy, Robb saw three thousand pairs of greedy eyes staring viciously at him.
His heart was utterly unmoved. He had seen far crazier gazes than these.
But if he were to let his fewer than three hundred wolf cavalry clash head-on with these three thousand men, even if they won, it would be a pyrrhic victory. In the end, few would remain. That was not the result Robb wanted.
So Robb decided to reveal a little more of his true strength—to see just how large a battle he could completely turn on his own.
Robb suddenly stood atop his horse, gazing down at all the Lannister soldiers charging toward him.
Then, every soldier on the battlefield witnessed a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
"Th-that… what the hell is that thing?!"
Under moonlight as white as snow, the originally stifling air suddenly turned cold. At some unknown moment, white became the dominant color of the world.
Robb leapt from the horse. Red sigil-like light burst from his hands, and a fantastical blue rune appeared above his head.
Then—a gigantic dragon head phantom appeared above Robb's own head!
The dragon's phantom completely covered Robb's head, making him look like a bizarre creature with a dragon's head and a human body!
The dragon head phantom was pure white. If one examined its pristine horns and scales carefully under sunlight, they would discover that the "white" was actually frost covering black dragon scales.
The dragon phantom opened its massive jaws. Frigid elements gathered within its mouth, gradually forming a raging blizzard.
In the next instant, icy dragon breath erupted from the dragon's mouth!
Winter had come!
[Borelius' Ice Mist]
[Transform yourself into a dragon and spew Borelius' Ice Mist from the air.]
Borelius was originally a giant dragon that lived among high-altitude snowy mountains. Influenced by its environment, its dragon breath became a unique Ice Mist breath. Not only did it deal immense damage, it could also freeze its enemies solid.
Coincidentally, our Tarnished comrade had mastered a powerful and mysterious secret art—and had a bit of a hoarding habit. Thus, A-Tui could learn a dragon's breath spell by slaying a dragon and devouring its heart.
"Uwaaa! So cold!"
"A dragon! I saw a dragon! Robb turned into a dragon—am I seeing things?!"
"Run!"
"Is that sorcery? I just saw his twisted, eerie form!"
Jaime panicked. "No one is allowed to run! Kill Robb first—disciplinary troops!"
In less than half a minute, the Lannister forces at the very front instantly lost one to two hundred men—either frozen to death or stripped of all combat capability.
More than a dozen frozen corpses lay stiffly at the forefront.
By sheer coincidence, Jaime had ended up in the middle-rear flank of the formation earlier. Fortunately, he hadn't been directly frozen into an ice sculpture by Robb—otherwise, there would be yet another tale worth savoring for future generations.
On the hillside, with the spell completed, Robb felt the horse beneath his feet trembling violently. It had likely sensed the suppression of dragon bloodlines. Tears streamed uncontrollably from its eyes, and it looked as if it were just a step away from collapsing to its knees.
Even Grey Wind, the direwolf who usually feared neither heaven nor earth and was arrogant beyond measure, clamped his tail tightly during Robb's transformation, as if he too had sensed some deep terror.
Robb examined his own condition. "In real life, there's no blue bar, but these spells consume my mental energy. There's no Flask of Cerulean Tears here to quickly recover—I can only restore it through rest."
"I won't be able to cast that kind of high-tier spell again anytime soon."
After assessing himself, Robb turned his head and saw that the frost-breath-struck Lannister army was already in chaos, their formation impossible to maintain.
Lords who fought independently simply lacked discipline. They couldn't possibly keep up with Robb's highly centralized, absolute-command style of warfare
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