Chapter 325
The Wights came so suddenly that Wildlings didn't have time to set up a ring of fire to stop them.
Five Thousand Man Leaders each led two hundred capable Spearwife and Raiders to form a defensive line southeast of pyre, while the Others avoided the embers of the crematorium and gathered thousands in the east.
Until today, Wildlings had never encountered an army-type attack from Others.
Normally, there are at most one or two hundred Wights mixed with two or three White Walkers, and often Wildlings will deal with them in ten times the number.
Two or three Wildlings holding a torch to burn around a Wights is their tactic.
Because Wights are not zombies, you won't get the virus with a bite or a scratch with your paw.
Their enhanced physique and weapons in their hands are the biggest threat to defenders.
If someone can block Wights' attack, his comrades can torch him without worry.
Nowadays, the Wights outnumber the Wildlings on the defensive front, even several times as many as the Wildlings. At the moment when the two armies collided, the situation developed in the direction of the collapse of Wildlings Legion.
In the eyes of Night's Watch on the city wall, a thousand Wildlings Warriors holding torches are like an island in the dark sea, and the torches in their hands are connected to form a narrow island of flames.
naked eye Visible, the icy corpse tide of boundless devoured the fiery red land little by little.
One side kept shouting and killing, but it was drowned little by little, and the torches were reduced one by one;
New camp.
Women and children of Wildlings hiding in the thin and rudimentary fence look chills in their hearts. The hope in their hearts, like the number of Wildlings torches ahead, is extinguished little by little; the fear and despair in their hearts, like the tide of Wights, spread step by step.
"Fuck!" The witch warrior ugly complexion cursed, raising the Weirwood lance in her hand and stabbing it at the speed of a meteor, straight into her blue shimmering eyes.
"puff!" hit Oldfather's left eye without any hindrance, lance went a foot deep into the eye socket, and the tip of the white Weirwood spear came out of the back of his head for a short segment.
"puff!" As if it wasn't oneself's eye that was stabbed, Ygon Oldfather stepped forward and slashed at Morna regardless.
At the same time, Morna's right side made a rushing sound, and a pale cold light swept across a crescent-like arc and landed on her right shoulder.
"Jingle!" Fortunately, Morna was not alone in the fight, and a bearded Wildlings raised his axe, blocking the long sword that killed Ygon Oldfather.
A very ordinary long sword with a blade two and a half feet wide, two fingers wide, with more than a dozen gaps as small as rice grains and as large as broad beans on both sides. But the long sword was well maintained, the body of the sword was white with fur and smelled of butter.
"'Knight 'Halmon?" After seeing the owner of the long sword, the bearded man groaned and cursed: "I owe me three sheep and I died. Now I killed the Oldfather again. You, damn it, let the Others take this guy away!"
"Sh--" Stepping back to avoid Oldfather's broken knife, Morna quickly stepped forward, pulled out oneself's lance, and cursed Rise up: "He's been taken by the Others, if you don't want to join them, chop off the head of the dog."
"Knight" Halmon, like Morna, is the leader of a small tribe. He once killed a black clothed person from Knight and obtained his iron sword and black panther fur. He was nicknamed "Knight" because he often imitated the appearance of a Ranger, with a long sword hanging from his waist and wearing a black cape.
Ygon Oldfather made only one mistake in the fight against Wights Halmon, poor.
Because of poverty, the equipment is not as good as people. Use a bronze machete to harden a long sword, and the person who wields the sword is still Wights whose strength has been increased, and it is not wrong to die.
"dong dong dong..." The four huge monsters dragged tree trunks out of the darkness, avoiding only half of the remaining defensive troops, and strode towards Wildlings camp.
"Damn, Giant is off to camp!" Val cursed, throwing away the extinguished torch and holding a sword in both hands instead. Seeing that all around were gasping Wildlings and the torches were almost completely extinguished, she could not help but cried out in despair: "We retreat, go back to the camp, there are Wights going to the camp, and the defensive front is lost!"
" no!" Morna screamed in a distorted voice while trying to use his long spear to push Ygon Oldfather into the cremation mound: "The rest retreat into the woods! There is no hope, there are White Walkers in the Wights group, we die one, then There is only one more bastard in the group, and after fighting for so long, they have increased unabated. Run away, escape each one."
The bearded Soren angrily roared who saved Morna's life: "No, my son ——"
"My son is also in the new camp," Morna smiled bitterly at the Oldfather struggling to burn in the charcoal fire, "We can't stop it. The camp fence is simple and the area is large, as long as there is Wights breakthrough in one direction is completely over."
"What about Night's Watch?" Soren said unwillingly.
"They have never seen Wights before, and now 80% of them are shrinking Wall to wet his pants."
For example, the bearded man raises his axe to block Wights' attacks, and Morna either kicks or lances, sending Wights into a cremation mound where nothing but light and dark charcoal remains.
The defenses preventing the Wights from rushing to the camp completely collapsed, and the only remaining Wildlings, like their leader, threw the extinguished torch, stood by the cremation mound, or simply threw a shield into the charcoal fire, oneself step on it.
"The Night's Watch was blowing the horn, and I could even smell the piss in the horn, the smell of fear," said Kyleg of the Wooden Ear, leaning against Val's back.
"You can't escape, the Dragon Queen will come back immediately when she hears the horn." Val said with a serious face.
Morna shook her head in desperation: "I'm afraid I won't hear it! Besides, if she hears the horn, she will risk saving—"
"Sigh—"
The loud dragon roar suddenly exploded in the sky, all the Wildlings looked up in surprise, and saw a bright red Dragonflame like the Fire Sword of God's Punishment, starting from the edge of the pyre and drawing all the way to the east gate of the new camp.
In just two breaths, the dragon lifted its height again and sank into the dark sky, leaving only dozens of Wights burning like wax torches on the ground swept by Dragonflame.
Morna was stunned, suddenly shed two lines of tears, held up her lance, and shouted excitedly: "Long live Dragon Queen!"
"Long live Dragon Queen! Long live Dragon Queen!"
"Long live Dragon Queen! Long live Dragon Queen!"
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"Long live Daenerys Your Majesty!"
"Long live Queen Daenerys!"
The cheers spread like wildfire in the mountains, and in just a moment, from the Wall The Wildlings camp below, to the Night's Watch watching the battle in horror at the top of the Wall, all are the voice of Queen Long Live.
"Fuck!" Big Black roared in the sky in response to the crowd's cheers.
Then, Black Dragon made an arc across the night sky and landed on the Wall.
In Night's Watch's suspicious eyes, Dany on the dragon's back shouted: "This is a battle for all human beings, you, me, the Wildlings under the city wall.
Now, all Night's Watches, open the city gates, bring your shields and swords, and face the Others!"
"Nigga—" Before Night's Watch agreed, Big Black is a Mengzhazi , fell towards the Wildlings camp.
"Ahhh, here comes the dragon, here comes the Dragon Queen!" Wildlings in the camp ran in panic, leaving an open space for the falling dragon.
"Dragon Queen, you don't bring dragons to burn Others, what are you doing here?" A small dry-faced Wildlings man leaned over cautiously, anxiously said.
Dany ignored him and shouted loudly: "Where is the Thousand Man Leader?"
"I am the Thousand Man Leader, Harle the Huntsman."
"Thousand Man Leader, lead your subordinates to fight with me," Dany jumped off the dragon's back, pulled off his face armor, and drew his long sword around his waist. Wildlings were stunned.
"Uh, you, you don't ride a dragon...breath fire?" Harle stammered with a puzzled look on his face.
Dany wiped the blade with his left hand, only to hear a whistle, and the sword body rose three feet of bright red flame.
She raised her flaming sword and shouted: "Dragon Queen here, Thousand Man Leader, Hundred Man Leader, bring your shield, come to me at once!"
"Hiss Gah!" Big Black growled lowly, and immediately raised his neck, strands of catkin-like flames appeared out of thin air, twisting between the mouths into a bright red Fireball the size of a washbasin.
All the Wildlings were at a loss, but they also hurriedly ran towards the Dragon Queen, only muttering in their hearts: Is the Queen crazy? This is still in the middle of the camp, why did you let the dragon breathe fire? Instead of burning the Others, they spit fire to the camp?
Then, I saw Black Dragon bow his head again, "hiccup", Fireball rolled from the mouth and happened to hit the Dragon Queen's head.
"Be careful, Demon Dragon kills the Lord!" Harle's small dry face was twisted into a ball, but next moment, the small eyes twisted into a crooked slit on his face suddenly opened, and the eyeballs bulged, as if shocked. blow out.
Fireball was about to land on top of Dragon Queen's head, but suddenly turned a corner in mid-air and landed on her left, just supported by her left hand.
It's as easy as holding a ball in the palm of an ordinary person's hand.
Dany has a big Fireball in his left hand, a flaming sword in his right hand, and a Black Dragon with a second Fireball in his mouth behind him, which is really majestic and eye-catching.
She looked around the Wildlings and shouted: "All stupid? Oh," Harle's bulge eyes shrank back, and trotted over with a dozen shield-wielding Spearwife, "what should we do?"
"There are a few people.... .." Dany frowned.
"The main force went out with Oldfather, Val and the others, and the rest were mostly at the camp fence to deal with Others." Harle explained quickly.
Dany nods, loudly instructed: "Others hold up shields to block the left and right sides of Black Dragon, Harle, you are my squire now, protect my safety."
After finishing speaking, She strode towards the northeast corner where the most fierce shouting was made.
Big Black, with Fireball in his mouth, fell to the ground with his wings and hind legs on the ground, crawling forward like a lizard.
The movement is a bit weird and a bit clumsy, but the speed is not slow at all, keeping up with the running pace of the Dragon Queen.
More importantly, the body is low, the abdomen is close to the ground, and most of the torso is under the protection of the shield Spearwife on the left and right sides.
Mother of Dragons no longer has to worry about an ice spear coming out of nowhere, shooting oneself dragons to death.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" Harle seemed to really be Dany's Knight squire, holding an oak shield in front of her, shouting loudly: "Here is the Dragon Queen, Thousand Man Leader, Hundred Man Leader, bring shieldsman to guard the dragon."
As he shouted, more and more Wildlings came over, holding bronze shields, round oak shields, and curved wood wrapped in animal skins Shield, wrapping Big Black tightly.
On the edge of the camp, the fire and the cold were intertwined, and the screams and screams were connected together.
The fence, built from freshly felled tree trunks, was already lit, giving off billowing, choking fumes.
In addition to the icy fog brought by Others, Dany couldn't see the real scene of the battlefield ahead, only through the dim firelight, he saw Wildlings retreating, people falling, and Wights like a torch been ignited.
“Boom—”
“ahhhh—”
Giant Wights swept across a thousand jins with a thigh-thick, ten-meter-long tree trunk, Wildlings wailed and was swept away. A large area was emptied, and there were two twisted and deformed corpses in it. With a "pu pass", it landed in front of Dany.
Dany frowned and stepped over a corpse, shouting to the front: "Everyone step back, let this King clear the scene!"