The Glory of the Seven Gods of Ice and Fire

Chapter 239 Confrontation and Consumption

Dead bodies, dead bodies everywhere you look.

The bodies that had been dead for a long time stood up again under the influence of the evil curse, and stretched out their stiff and dry fingers, trying to strangle the throats of the living and turn them into puppets like themselves.

They know no pain, no sorrow, they only obey and follow orders.

But the living never sit still and wait to die. Now, they are using fire and sword to make the dead die again.

"Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow quickly!"

The steel fell into the flesh, but those who had already died could not feel any pain. At most, they were slightly hindered. They continued to stagger forward towards where the living were.

Such a scene naturally made the soldiers under the seven-pointed star feel fear, but the battle-hardened officer did not hesitate at all and just gave the order to release the rockets.

The archers who had been waiting for a long time put their arrows into the fire and let them burn. Then they raised their bows above their heads and released the bowstrings.

Countless sparks streaked across the sky, and the corpses hit by the sparks immediately turned into torches, but the dead continued to move forward until their entire bodies were burned to ashes.

The sight of the burning wights was so exciting that the warriors cheered, but the flames were extinguished by a gust of wind carrying icy debris.

Occasionally, ice spears flew out from the group of zombies, knocking back the battlements and the soldiers behind them. Such a scene naturally frightened many people, but amid the scolding and beatings, they still stood up.

As for the dead, military servants immediately dealt with their bodies. Who knows if these dead people will be awakened by the magic of the White Walkers and extend their deadly hands to their comrades, so the bodies must be dealt with.

The black army of zombies continued to advance, and soon they came to a wide and deep ravine. Without any hesitation, the zombies filled the road with corpses under the order of their master.

The army of zombies, temporarily blocked by the ravine, continued to advance, but at this moment, a jar was thrown from the wooden wall and hit the zombies that were swarming in. Green liquid splashed everywhere and splashed on the zombies.

Torches were thrown down from the city wall and hit the group of zombies. In an instant, green flames engulfed the dead and wrapped them up.

The feces and urine of these alchemists are different from ordinary flames. As magical creations, they will not be extinguished even if blown by strong winds, so the wildfire directly engulfed the zombies and their corpse bridges in flames.

The zombies staggered away, keeping a distance from the corpses engulfed in green flames, and waited for the wildfire to burn out. In this way, the defenders gained a period of respite and could more easily use rockets to ignite the zombies one by one.

Such scenes are happening at every front line of the northern defense. The wights are pouring in like a tidal wave, making the most of their numerical advantage. Humans are relying on fortresses, earthen embankments and trenches, as well as fire and swords in their hands, to fight against the army of the dead of the White Walkers.

The humans had a hard time fighting. The wights were different from any enemies they had encountered. These dead people were fearless of arrows and death. Only when their entire bodies were burned or chopped into pieces would they stop moving and turn back into corpses. The White Walkers were still hiding among the wights, using their magic to suddenly cause horrific casualties, causing tremendous psychological pressure on the soldiers.

If the Seven Gods had not driven away the blizzard brought by the White Walkers, the fortress might have fallen under an attack of this scale.

Fortunately, that was only an if. Up to now, the White Walkers still have not been able to break through any part of the defense line. On the contrary, they have lost a huge number of wights. After all, wights are extremely flammable and only need a fire to make them burn fiercely.

If wildfire was used, the White Walkers would not be able to put out the flames even with their magic. The White Walkers were enough to pose a threat to the defenders, but they seemed to have various problems. The White Walkers basically hid in the pile of wights and would not come out at all. Even when the White Walkers launched an attack, they were forced back by dragon crystal arrows.

Faced with the overwhelming dragonglass arrows and javelins, even the White Walkers could only throw a few ice spears to kill a few unlucky guys and then run away. This scene made many people very excited, and the morale of the soldiers was boosted - this made the White Walkers run away with their tails between their legs.

Thanks to the support of the vast East, Hugo has ensured that everyone has a dragon crystal dagger and a few dragon crystal spearheads, and the archers have even more dragon crystal arrowheads - at the same time, Hugo has also manufactured a large number of dragon crystal trinkets and marketed them throughout the East and the West. These things that are said to ward off evil spirits sell very well and have brought in a lot of money for Hugo.

Therefore, for the defenders, the development of the situation was far less serious than they had imagined. The dead bodies were scary, but it was difficult to get close to their defense line.

"I was ready to die, but I didn't expect that those dead people haven't been able to break through our defense line until now."

Sitting in front of the campfire, Tyrion Lannister was roasting a fish. He kept turning the fish over to prevent it from being burnt too much, and sprinkled some spices from time to time to make the roasted fish emit a lot of fragrance.

Xia Ga began to drool as he watched this scene. He kept staring at the grilled fish, as if he was going to catch it and eat it the next moment. Many soldiers nearby had a similar posture as him, but not as blatant as him.

"Big man, you've already eaten a lot. This one is mine." Tyrion declared his sovereignty over the fish. Hearing this, Shaga could only lower his head in frustration.

"The halfmen now have a large territory, but they are still so stingy." Shaga complained like a child. Tyrion ignored him. This big guy is like this. Just ignore him. The more you pay attention to him, the more excited he will be.

Compared to when he fled eastward, Tyrion's status has changed drastically again. The successful northern expedition not only restored Tyrion's reputation slightly, but also earned him titles and some fiefdoms. He was able to use his military exploits and family status to enter Hugo's court and become Hugo's direct subordinate. He had the right to serve Hugo at ordinary times, although he was often at the end. After gaining a foothold, Tyrion immediately recruited more troops. In his opinion, Hugo was stepping up the organization of the forces in the East. The purpose of all this could only be a major war. Sooner or later, he would have to cross the sea to compete for the highest power in the kingdom. As a subordinate, he had to prepare for that moment - even if he might not be able to sit in the position in Casterly Rock, he had to fight for it for his descendants.

However, since Robert's death, things have always developed in unexpected ways. Hugo did cross the sea to the west, but his purpose was not to seize the Iron Throne, but to lead his troops north to fight against the legendary army of white walkers.

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Tyrion never thought that the legend was true. When he first learned that the army was heading to the North, he just thought that Hugo wanted to use Bolton as a springboard to control the divided North and turn it into an outpost for the kingdom to fight against the White Walkers? This was too much. However, as Hugo's army arrived in the North and left White Harbor, Tyrion had to admit that everything the regent had said before was actually true.

When he first faced the White Walkers, Tyrion was very timid. He tried his best to hide his emotions and command the battle as calmly as possible, so no one noticed his panic. However, as the first battle ended, Tyrion was no longer so afraid. Indeed, those dead people were too uncomfortable to look at, but with just a fire, the army could turn these guys into walking torches, burning more thoroughly than ordinary firewood; since the dead can't be killed, then find a way to prevent them from continuing to look like human beings.

The war continued, and over time, the argument that the White Walkers were nothing more than that began to appear in the army.

Tyrion didn't agree with these arrogant remarks. He knew that there were real White Walkers behind the wights. The things that appeared now were just cannon fodder for testing. The real threat had not yet arrived. But even he was inevitably infected by this emotion - although the White Walkers had not yet shown their true strength, everyone knew how powerful the wights were. There was no need to be so nervous when dealing with these dead people.

"I wonder what stupid thing my sister is planning to do recently." The fish was sizzling and juicy. Tyrion picked it up and started to chew it. The strong smell of spices hit his nose, which was quite choking. Tyrion couldn't help but take a few bites quickly and swallowed the food roughly.

After regaining power, Tyrion began to pay attention to the dynamics of King's Landing and his sister who had destroyed the kingdom. It was a good thing to be Hugo's attendant. Although the eunuch who secretly stood on the side of the regent failed to come in person, he also sent a lot of information through the birds: during the time when he was on the run, his dear sister was still as stupid as ever and did a lot of stupid things to split the court. She might think that this would revive the rule of the little king, but fools are often unaware. The order of the kingdom and the prestige of the royal family are further declining - I don't know what's in her pretty head.

At this moment, when all parties in the kingdom chose to put aside their grudges and jointly resist the White Walkers, as the actual ruler of Casterly Rock, she actually suppressed the army of the West and prevented them from going north, so that only some volunteers came from her hometown and they were absent from this just battle.

At the same time, my dear sister probably couldn't stand the Freys who were getting bigger and the Tyrells who were getting stronger. She initiated several frictions, wanted to gain some benefits on the border, and was even dissatisfied with them sending troops to the north. This was really... Tyrion forced himself to think about things with Cersei's mindset, but he still couldn't understand the logic of his sister's behavior.

"...That's fine. Let her continue like this. No matter how the war in the north ends, she will pay a huge price in the end. I just don't know if she can bear the bloody consequences."

(End of this chapter)