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Chapter 427 Two-way retreat

There is no roar, no dragon flames, and it cannot fly. The faint magical light on the bones enhances its defense. With its huge body, the bone dragon rushes directly into the group of corpses and starts attacking.

With one step, more than a dozen corpses were trampled deep into the mud. The dragon's wings and tail swept across, and a large area of ​​corpses turned into rubble. The dragon's mouth opened, and the white ghosts who had no time to escape would also be trapped by it.

Tear into pieces.

The bone dragon has no flesh and blood, and the wight's bite has no effect even if its teeth are chipped. All we can do is crawl on it and try to use the weight of our bodies to stop the bone dragon from moving. The magic of the White Walkers has an effect on the bone dragon, which is also an undead creature.

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"Let's go up and help!" Ashara, Rob and the mage knights also rushed forward.

A bone dragon, a dozen necromancers with skeleton giants, and the help of everyone, blocked the army of corpses from the ice road.

As the human army on the ice road on the lake gradually evacuated, Rob led the rest of the group to retreat while fighting, until they retreated to the ice road.

Ghouls cannot drown, but they cannot climb up the ice road floating on the lake. On the ten-meter-wide ice road, only a few elite knights can withstand the attack of the ghoul army.

"Ashara! Use your magic to cut off the road!" As he was beating, he heard Robert yelling.

"Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't killed enough yet!" Ashara asked without any hesitation in her hands, replacing the lightning on the Dawn and Dark sisters with flames.

The two swords danced, and the flames shot out were like two long whips cutting across the ice, and the ice road was cut off by her.

The defensive formation retreated along the ice road, Ashara waved again, and the knights holding spears immediately pushed the broken ice road away.

Ten minutes later, the bone dragon was still fighting, and densely packed corpses had covered every bone of it.

The magic power of the summoning magic was gradually exhausted, and the huge dragon bones began to scatter. With bursts of purple light flashing, these bones returned to the place where they were summoned.

The end of the summoning spell means that Qyburn is dead. The famous archmage of the Seven Kingdoms used the summoning spell to make a grand finale among the zombies. His body still maintains a standing posture with both hands holding the wand.

Blocked by the bone dragon, he watched the nearby human troops escape from the ice. The angry White Walkers commanded the zombie army to tear Qyburn's body into pieces, and the wand also fell into the hands of a White Walker.

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On the shore of the lake, dark corpses all over the mountains and plains stood on the shore watching Robert and others on the ice road.

"It's safe! Haha!"

"We are safe!"

The people standing on the frozen road began to cheer.

Only six of the fourteen mage apprentices brought by Qyburn survived, and the souls of each dead companion's body were destroyed by them to avoid being resurrected by the Night King.

The six survivors were cheered by the knights and were no longer afraid of the bones on their bodies or their strange looks. The necromancers had won the respect of everyone with their lives.

And these six people kept looking back at a certain White Walker, and they exchanged some words, vowing to take back Qyburn's staff if they could survive.

"Rob, why do you want to cut off the ice road?" Ashara asked again before waiting for Rob's answer.

"Look up there!" Rob raised his hand and pointed to the heights of the lake shore.

Everyone looked over and saw the Night King riding on the back of an ice spider looking at the lake on the hillside outside Harrenhal.

The ice spider moved quickly and soon carried the Night King to the shore of the lake.

The Night King walked to the water's edge, bent down and reached into the water.

White mist billowed, and pieces of pure white ice floes began to appear on the lake with the Night King as the center.

"Stop cheering and run!"

"Damn it, that ghost has learned this trick from you!" Ashara yelled, grabbing Rob's arm and turning around to run away like everyone else.

Rob quickly pushed her away: "Leave me alone, you continue to cut the ice road, and you can't let the Night King use ice to connect it!"

The living people on the ice road have not yet recovered, the zombies are too numerous to tire, and with the presence of the Night King, they will definitely die if they encounter the enemy again.

The ice road was cut into pieces by Ashara, the ice floes drifted away, and everyone gradually moved away from the Night King.

But the Night King did not continue to freeze the lake. He mounted the ice spider again and looked south. The human army fled in two directions, and there were still half of the living people who traveled by land.

It learned from the vampire that there was only one isolated island in the lake, and humans who escaped there would be besieged and killed by it sooner or later, so it was not in a hurry.

The wight army started moving again and rushed south of Harrenhal.

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When Robert ordered to retreat in two ways, the entire team was divided into two. The troops from all over the country had not yet gathered at that time, and they were all mixed together.

The legions evacuating to the south were mainly from the Riverlands and Stormlands, which were the first to withdraw from the battlefield.

The Reach, which has the largest number of people and the most complete equipment, has enjoyed long-term peace. Duke Tyrell hardly allows the army to participate in any small-scale wars. The new recruits have no combat experience. More than half of them were lost in the Battle of Harrenhal, and everyone was immersed in marching and their morale was low.

The equally wealthy Stormlands, due to the busy maritime trade, were organized by Renly to exterminate bandits and pirates in the early days. Later, almost all the Counties organized their own participation, and the combat effectiveness of the army was second only to that group of reckless men in Tyrosh.

The flags were fluttering when they arrived. Now in the marching team, many families in the Reach can no longer put up their flags. A few families in the Stormlands have completely perished. Only the flags from Tyrosh are still intact.

Willas Tyrell, who took over the command from his father, was distraught at this time. A large number of the soldiers he had recruited were casualties. It would be okay if they lost the battle, since everyone would die together.

But if humanity wins, facing such a large scale of casualties, he must find a reason to avoid causing riots and prevent the Tyrell family from being pushed down from the position of duke.

Willas pulled the cloak from behind and wiped the stains on the breastplate clean, and polished the position of the rose family emblem. He asked the horse to speed up, and soon he saw a Tyrosh noble knight in the crowd.

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The Tyrosh army had very few horses. During the retreat, the officers' horses were also requisitioned to pull the carriage. This noble knight sat in the cargo compartment of the carriage with his escort.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Unlike the Tyroshi soldiers holding battle axes, he has a gorgeous long sword hanging on his waist. Only half of his green cloak is left after the battle, and his body is light golden.

There are several scratches and dents on the armor. It is a high-end product of excellent quality. There is also a relief sculpture of a mermaid with an excellent figure on the chest of the armor.

"Are you Lord Theon from Myr?" Willas asked uncertainly.

When he heard someone calling him, Theon in the carriage turned his head: "Ah! It's Sir Willas!"

The two did not know each other, but Theon often saw Willas's younger brother Garland in Tyrosh City. Willas also sat in the main seat as the commander of the Reach at previous military meetings. Theon recognized him at a glance.

Recognized him.

"No need to salute!" Villas saw Xion trying to stand up and waved to stop him.

Salute? Xion's eyes widened after hearing Willas's words. He unconsciously made a fist with his right hand and put it to his mouth, then wiped a handful of hair with an embarrassed smile on his face.

In the Tyrosh army, as long as they enter a battle, all soldiers do not need to salute when they see an officer. There have been no such cumbersome etiquettes since the army was formed. In order to ease the embarrassment, Theon bent down to find a water bag from the carriage and threw it to Vera.

Sri Lanka:

"Although my fiefdom is very close to the city of Myr, it does belong to the direct territory of Tyrosh."

The character of the subordinates who were promoted by Werther himself is still trustworthy. Vilas took the water bag, opened it and drank it directly. The water was a little salty with salt and had a faint fruity taste: "Duke Werther's territory has expanded too much in these years.

It’s almost time. The maps sent back to the Seven Kingdoms change almost every year, and many people can’t remember them.”

Willas explained to himself and threw the water bag back to Xion: "Xion, do you think we can win this battle?"


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