The Glory of the Seven Gods of Ice and Fire

Chapter 246 Great Victory
Next, surrounded by their servants, Hugo and Euron began the final battle of the battle. The flames and storms collided with each other, raising a lot of dust. When everything was over, only one of the two was left standing. He was Hugo Tollett. As for Euron Greyjoy, he had fallen to the ground. The most terrifying iron man, pirate, king and evil god since the legendary era was driven away from the world. The pale flames were corroding his body, and soon this incarnation of sin would be turned into ashes.

The ending of the story is obvious, Hugo won the final victory; God in heaven, Euron Greyjoy in hell.

However, killing the powerful enemy in front of him did not make Hugo feel happy. On the contrary, his heart was filled with fatigue and relief. Looking at the smiling remains of Euron in front of him, a feeling of boredom inevitably surged in his heart.

Hugo stuck his sword into the mud, looked at the body of his old enemy in front of him and rested for a while. When the flame on the sword went out and Euron's body corroded by the holy fire dissipated in the wind, he finally turned around and walked towards his servants - he no longer thought about the battle, no longer thought about Euron and the Night King. He had already won, and what he had to do now was to have a good rest and enjoy the no longer bleak destiny of mankind.

On the outer battlefield, with the death of the Night King and Euron, the balance of victory was completely tilted: the White Walkers let out sharp wails at the moment of the Night King's death, and then died suddenly or disappeared; as for the Wights, these puppets fell down in unison, and they could finally rest in peace again.

As for Euron's army, the dead he summoned had stopped attacking and left in the direction of the ocean without looking back. Seeing this, the rebels immediately began to chase them, trying their best to destroy these evil creatures, as people did not want these monsters to bring disaster to the world again one day.

As for the pirates and ironmen who were still struggling on the battlefield, they initially did not believe that Euron was dead and chose to continue to resist stubbornly. However, as the dead began to leave the battlefield, they had to believe that the terrible king had left the world.

Next, these people found themselves in an even more embarrassing situation: their ships all came with Euron's flood, but the light of the Seven Gods had already evaporated the turbulence, and all these ships were stranded on the land. For them, it was really like crying out to heaven and earth for help, and no one could help them. They were now heavily surrounded, and they had few choices left.

Because of this, the Iron Men and pirates who were still stranded on the battlefield did not waste much time. They chose a common action - surrender.

Over the past decade, Euron had woven a web of fear and violence in his own unique way, bringing the world's most sinful and depraved people under his command, and then used divine power to subdue the Ironmen who believed in the ancient ways. Now that Euron is dead, the army he built with his own hands has naturally fallen apart. The old bastards of the Tranquility Fleet are not ashamed of surrendering. They can do anything to survive. Moreover, now that the flood has receded and the ship has run aground, trying to escape in the strange and desolate North is infinitely close to being a sacrifice to the old gods. In this case, just surrender. Is Hugo going to kill tens of thousands of people in one breath? The Great Wall is a bit hard, but it's okay as long as you're still alive.

Of course, not everyone chose to compromise. Some of Euron's fanatics chose to follow their master, and there were also many who looked for opportunities to escape. After all, there was no shortage of extremely vicious people in the Tranquility Fleet. The crimes of these people were enough to make them hanged ten thousand times. The so-called chief culprits were these people. But without supplies and fuel, could these people really escape alive from the freezing cold North? Probably not.

In this way, the rebels won a complete victory in the war.

When the news of victory spread on the battlefield, cheers resounded across the plain. Many people found it hard to believe. After all, they had been fighting hard for several months, but this decisive battle did not even last a full morning.

At the same time, as if to celebrate the victory of the rebels, the white sun was shining on every corner of the battlefield. Under this warm sun, the rebels received the blessing of the gods: no matter how terrible the wounds were, they were slowly healing, and some of the broken arms even grew new arms. Compared to the heavy sky, the gods were smiling for their warriors.

As for the leader of the rebels, Hugo Tollett, his servants brought him a stool. Looking at the cheering battlefield, Hugo felt relieved. The pressure of more than ten years had been lifted after the victory. Since he came to this world, he had never been as relaxed as he was at this moment. For so many years, the pressure brought by the White Walkers and other monsters has been hanging over Hugo's head like a sword of Damocles. His choices over the past ten years have more or less been prepared to fight against the end of the world. When the Seven Gods appeared and talked to him, this became his lifelong mission - now, his mission has finally been completed, the invasion of the White Walkers has ended, the long night has faded, and Euron and his tranquil fleet have been destroyed.

It is no exaggeration to say that from this moment on, the world has opened a new chapter. Hugo looked up at the sky, gazing at the warmth, bathing in the holy light, he seemed to see the peaceful land that stood alone in the chaotic world again, but this time, there were seven figures appearing before him, and they were also looking at him.

Finally, a smile appeared on Hugo's face. It was all over. The huge haze that had been lingering in the sky was finally removed.

"Master Hugo, congratulations, you have now become a new hero. Our descendants will pass on the achievements of the rebels from generation to generation. Whether you survive or die in battle, this is the most glorious day for us all."

Eddie's voice sounded beside Hugo. Tollet, who was known for his unique sense of humor, now seemed unusually humble. His words were as formal as a royal ceremonial officer, which was unlike his usual style.

"It's Eddie." Hugo looked at this powerful tribesman, and gradually put aside those distant thoughts in his mind. "How much do you expect our losses to be?"

"Lord Hugo." After receiving Hugo's response, Eddie became more humble and lowered his head. "The casualties of our army currently account for a quarter of the number of soldiers involved in the battle, not to mention those who were washed away, missing, and whose identities cannot be confirmed. The troops we brought from the east are fighting on the front lines, and the losses are even more severe. Perhaps one-third of them will not be able to return home."

After hearing this, Hugo once again looked towards the battlefield. He did not appreciate the cheers of the soldiers, but instead gazed at the wider territory - outside the celebrating crowd, countless martyrs who were as brave as the living were sleeping on the earth, and beside them, even more evil people and evil things would be buried with them.

"We lost a lot," Hugo muttered to himself, "but we also gained everything."

"Eddie, celebration is necessary, but it should not be excessive. The warriors should have a good rest and recover their strength." After a brief thought, the leader gave another order, "Then, we should collect the bodies and sort them out: the bodies of the rebels must be handed over to their families, and remember to transfer money from my treasury to provide relief to these poor people; throw the bodies of the Ironmen and pirates into the water, and don't let them pollute this land; as for the wights - let them rest in peace."

Eddie took the order and left. Hugo's brain started working again after a rest. As a political animal, Hugo immediately thought of what would happen after the war. Although the White Walkers and Euron were out, it was still unclear where the kingdom was heading: the invasion of the God of Cold was contained in the north, so the south escaped, and the forces close to the royal family did not suffer too much loss, while the forces participating in the rebel army - mainly the dissidents in the kingdom - suffered serious injuries in this decisive battle.

More importantly, in the east of the border, Daenerys has obtained three dragons, and she is conquering the last obstacles on her way west...which is also a big trouble.

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However, for now, that time is still very far away. Even according to the fastest calculation, it will take several months. Although this period of time cannot allow Hu Ge to fully recover his strength, it is enough for him to do many things and put more weight on the scale. At least today, no one can stop him from resting for a while - this is what he deserves.

"Take me back to the Dreadfort. This is finally over."

(End of this chapter)