Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day.

Chapter 673 Blackfire Slays White Walkers

The Great Wall of Despair, the Haunted Forest.

Snow fell all over the sky, covering the forested ground.

Boom——

A giant beast slowly moved forward, its footsteps shaking the ground and shaking off the snow on the treetops.

Rhaegar, wrapped in black robes and wrapped tightly around his body, rode a shaggy mammoth across a frozen riverbank.

Occasionally there is a strong wind and the snowflakes feel like needles pricking your face.

"We should ride the dragon away."

A small voice came, with uncertainty and uneasiness.

The Child of the Forest poked out his brown-green head with a pair of big ears and hid in a basket hanging on the side of the mammoth.

Rhaegar looked ahead and said cautiously, "Dragons will attract White Walkers. We must try not to cause unrest."

As he spoke, he secretly raised his head.

A black ribbon covers both eyes, adding some interest to the stern face.

Through the blackness of the ribbon, even the thick clouds in the sky were dim.

The Child of the Forest whispered, "There are many heart trees outside the Great Wall, but the real heart tree is farther along the road."

She only cared about finding the heart tree and her people, and bringing them to the Greenseer.

Speaking of which, the resurgence of the White Walkers is strange.

According to the calculations of successive Greenseers, it will take hundreds of years for the White Walkers to awaken.

Until twenty years ago, when a red comet stimulated the magic tide.

The White Walkers gradually crawled out of the frozen soil underground, bringing cold and darkness to the world.

But the predicted prince, the prince born from ice and fire, did not appear on the continent.

The only human being that can be trusted at the moment is the king who rides the dragon in front of him.

The dragon is blood and fire, I don’t know if it will work.

Click, click!
The mammoth stepped across the frozen river, its four pillar-like hooves breaking the half-broken tree trunks as it approached the Fist of the First Men.

"Big guy, slow down."

Rhaegar's ears twitched slightly, and he quickly grabbed the mammoth's reins.

Smoothly...

There were no birds flying in the forest, and it was as quiet as a dead place, but suddenly there was a loud noise.

The mammoth swung its trunk and retreated uneasily.

In those clear eyes, there flashed the instinctive fear of living things.

Rhaegar listened attentively, his heart beating faster for no apparent reason.

"Come on!"

The child of the forest jumped out of the basket, screaming and pushing the mammoth's big head.

The mammoth was immediately frightened, roared, turned around and ran away.

call out!call out!
As soon as the giant beast turned around, bone arrows flew densely.

In an instant, it pierced through the spear and thick skin and stabbed into the flesh of the giant beast.

The mammoth roared in pain and fell to the ground involuntarily.

Rhaegar quickly turned over, grabbed the Child of the Forest, jumped off the elephant's back, and rolled in the snow.

"The White Walkers are coming."

The Child of the Forest looked nervous and shouted anxiously.

Lei Jiazhen's eardrums hurt, and he stood up and pulled out the black fire from his waist.

next moment.

The snow in the forest fell down, and a large-scale tremor shook my feet.

"Roar..."

Dozens of figures with livid faces jumped out of the snow and rushed towards this side, roaring hoarsely.

His joints were twisted, leaving only skin and bones, just like a frozen dead person.

Rega's pupils suddenly shrank and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his palms.

It was my first time fighting against the dead, and it was a bit hasty.

While they were hesitating, more dead bodies emerged from the woods, as if they were breaking into their lair.

"Let's go, we can't win."

The Son of the Forest panicked, rummaging in his torn pockets with his thin little hands.

That’s a huge army of dead bodies. How can two people fight them?
Pfft!

Rhaegar swung his sword without saying a word and chopped off a dead man's head.

A magical scene happened. The dead man's head fell off and he immediately became stiff. He fell straight to the ground and died.

The description is weird, but the reality is even weirder.

The dead man died again, and was trampled into dust by other living dead men in the blink of an eye.

"Roar..."

More dead bodies rushed forward with their mouths wide open in hideous looks.

Rhaegar suddenly realized something and swung the black fire into a full moon, instantly cutting off the heads of all the dead people around him.

puff!
The black fire burst into flames, lingering on the palm of the hand.

Rhaegar glanced at it, his mouth curling up slightly.

The Child of the Forest was right, Blackfire did have the ability to kill the "dead".

or……

"It's the effect of Valyrian steel."

Rega's thoughts raced as he figured out the crux of the problem.

"There are too many dead bodies. We need to find a safe place."

The Son of the Forest was extremely anxious and took out two newly made glass bottles and threw them out.

boom! boom!
As soon as the specially made glass bottle was thrown out, it immediately exploded into a green wildfire.

Wildfire showered the army of dead, spreading over a small area.

"Wait, protect yourself."

Rhaegar looked serious, hacking at the vulnerable dead while observing the movements around him.

This time, I walked out of the Wall with the intention of seeing the White Walkers.

When faced with such a large-scale army of the dead, there must be White Walkers behind them.

Besides, Robert and his companions haven't found it yet. The heart tree and the greenprophet mentioned by the children of the forest are also mysteries.

"Roar..."

More and more dead bodies gathered, blocking the forest completely.

It seemed as if he didn't want anyone to escape.

"They are indeed intelligent, not all of them are idiots."

Rhaegar leaned his back against the mammoth that had just climbed up, and swung his sword at the dead men on three sides.

"Xuxu~~"

Suddenly, hoarse horse neighs came from a dark corner.

Rhaegar's heart trembled, and he turned his eyes to investigate.

stomping on...

The rotten warhorse stepped on the dirty snow, its body swaying as it walked out, with half of its neck revealing its white bones.

A monster with pale skin and a hideous face like a ghost was riding on a horse, holding an ice crystal spear in his hand.

Noticing Rhaegar's gaze, the monster turned its head slightly.

A pair of ice-blue eyes were like a dazzling galaxy, staring at me without any emotion.

"White Walkers."

The Child of the Forest tensed up and pulled more glass bottles from his torn pocket.

The pumpkin bomb was taken away, so he could only use inferior goods to defend himself.

"Haha, you finally showed up."

Rhaegar grinned and casually drew a sword flower.

With a bang, he kicked away the dead skeleton that was rushing forward, and his strong body moved forward like a wall.

The dragonborn's true form naturally revealed itself, with black flames swirling around his entire body.

What we've been waiting for is the White Walkers, and finally they show up.

dong dong!

The White Walker had no expression on his face. He pulled the reins, causing the rotten horse to leap high and stomp the ground heavily with its hooves.

The sound was like the beat of a drum, calling on the army of the dead under his command.

"Roar..."

The army of the dead roared and made way for a path.

Rhaegar glanced back and forth, not surprised.

The scene of the White Walkers seen in the dream also showed them controlling the army of the dead in this way.

"Hiha!!"

The White Walker opened his mouth and made his first sound.

It was thick and deep, with an eerie penetrating power.

The army of the dead shook their bodies and slowly surrounded the Son of the Forest and the mammoth.

It's interesting that it wants to fight Rhaegar one-on-one, but it also has to clear the venue.

The son of the forest was horrified and climbed up the mammoth's back along its trunk, looking fiercely on guard against the army of the dead.

Rhaegar walked towards the White Walkers step by step, ignoring what was happening behind him.

boom! boom!
Glass bottles were thrown in succession, and wildfire covered a large area.

The army of dead bodies were not afraid of pain and continued to move forward, carrying the wildfire, making their already ugly appearance even more hideous.

The Child of the Forest was anxious, and his green eyes kept glancing at Rhaegar.

It is unknown whether the other party can kill the White Walkers, but she will definitely be torn to pieces by the dead.

boom--

Suddenly, a strong wind blew past, and thick dark clouds in the sky rolled and fluttered.

In the thin part of the cloud, a hint of darkness could be vaguely seen.

"Hiss-"

The dragon roared like thunder and spread all over the land, shaking the dark clouds in the sky. The White Walker slowly raised his head, and a hint of surprise flashed across his ice-blue eyes.

boom--

A black dragon like carbon broke through the clouds. Its ferocious head was like a black iron city gate, and its huge mouth of the abyss was wide open.

The pungent smell of ash filled the air, and sticky green dragon flame gushed out.

Wow…

Dragon flames descended from the sky, sweeping across the battlefield like a pillar of fire. Wherever it went, the army of dead were the first to suffer a strong impact, and their broken bodies were shattered into pieces.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton raised his head and roared, then dived down from the high clouds and swooped down, spewing dragon flames.

In an instant, the battlefield was divided into several parts.

The army of the dead had no power to fight back. They lost their activity in the phantom green dragon flame and turned into real corpses that were cremated.

"It's your turn, ugly white toad."

Rhaegar pointed his sword at the White Walkers and taunted softly.

If you don't enter a tiger's den, you can't get a tiger's son.

Finally, the White Walker was fished out.

boom!
Facing Rhaegar's provocation, the White Walker jumped off the horse nimbly, his tall body full of oppression.

"Hiss~~"

The White Walkers roared in protest and fought back angrily with their ice crystal spears in hand.

It feels ashamed to be teased by humans.

The White Walker took the first step, swinging his icy spear stiffly and hitting Rhaegar on the top of his head.

Bang!

The clan sword Black Fire blocked above his head to withstand the powerful blow.

Rhaegar held the sword with both hands, and the huge force caused his knees to bend, and he almost failed to block it.

"Dead people are just so strong."

With a look of surprise in his eyes, he drew his sword and slashed sideways.

The White Walker jumped back suddenly, stretched out his ice spear to block, and splashed out ice chips.

After one round, both sides were surprised.

Rhaegar twisted his wrist, and the base of his wrist was red and swollen.

The opponent is very strong, comparable to a giant seven or eight meters tall.

The White Walker lowered his head silently, his pale hand stroked the ice crystal spear, and his ice-blue eyes showed solemnity.

The weapon in his hand was a gift from the God of Cold, and it is specifically designed to break ordinary weapons.

Being able to block the erosion of ice means that the opponent's weapon also has magic.

The White Walker looked at it silently, and when he saw the ripples on the black sword, his slow brain gradually figured it out.

Swish!
A black light flashed by and struck the White Walker's head.

Rhaegar's smile remained unchanged, and his attacks were swift and fierce.

Bang!

The White Walker quickly retreated, stretched out his long legs and took a bow stance, using his ice crystal spear to block the sword.

After the blow, the recoil force made both parties' palms numb.

Rega did not retreat but advanced, his eyes becoming subtle.

Judging from the last two rounds, the opponent’s strengths have been figured out.

The White Walkers have incredible strength and extraordinary reaction speed.

With his inhuman physical fitness alone, he can crush most of the top knights.

However, having strength without skill is useless.

Under that strong pale body, his fighting skills were as crude as a child's.

The White Walker wielded an ice spear, and his ice-blue eyes revealed emotion for the second time.

It was a shock that caught me off guard.

Bang!

Rhaegar swung his sword lightly, and the black fire hit the ice crystal spear, leaving a dent of moderate size.

The White Walkers retreated again and again, and each counterattack carried a tremendous force, tearing through the cold wind.

"You lose, ugly toad."

Rhaegar smiled sarcastically and took a step closer.

Blackfire struck the ice crystal spear with a clang, then slid down the frost-covered spear shaft and cut through the pale hand of the White Walker.

The White Walker had no time to dodge and opened his hands to drop his weapon.

The slow-moving brain subconsciously fought back, raising its big feet and kicking forward.

Rhaegar didn't dodge or evade, he just thrust the tip of his sword downwards.

The White Walker froze, hastily retracted his kick, and fell backward uncontrollably.

In just a few seconds, the fatal weakness was exposed.

"You fear Valyrian steel swords?"

Rhaegar's eyes lit up. He didn't expect there would be such a pleasant surprise.

Swish!
Blackfire chopped again, heading straight for the wrinkled, pale neck.

The White Walker widened his eyes and stretched out his hand to stop it.

puff--

The sword cut through the pale hand, and the air around it instantly stopped.

The White Walker opened his mouth, but couldn't even make a roar, as if it turned into powder like foam.

A cold wind blew, and the pale powder was blown away by the wind.

Rhaegar stood there in a daze, unable to come back to his senses for a moment.

Wow…

At the same time, thousands of dead bodies shook and turned into powder and scattered.

"Hiss-"

A hint of suspicion flashed across the Glutton's pale green vertical pupils, and he landed tentatively on the ground, scratching the dark green dragon flame that fell on the snow with his hind paws.

The dead body wrapped in dragon flames had long been shattered, leaving only the residual burnt smell.

"we won!"

The Children of the Forest were overjoyed and ran to Rhaegar: "The White Walkers can be killed, and the army of the dead controlled by the White Walkers will also die with them."

Rhaegar couldn't help but smile and sheathed his sword.

Are the White Walkers so fragile?

Like a paper tiger in front of a Valyrian steel sword.

"No wonder Valyrian steel swords are so valuable and worth their weight in gold."

Rhaegar patted the black fire at his waist and turned to walk towards the glutton who was sniffing around.

There are still several Valyrian steel swords in the family.

With the help of dragons and dragonglass weapons mined from Dragonstone, the threat of the White Walkers is greatly reduced.

"It's not as powerful as I imagined. It's more like some kind of curse."

Rhaegar cursed secretly.

"Where are we going?"

The Child of the Forest ran and jumped to catch up, saying enthusiastically: "We have to find the Greenseer and ask for the way to fight against the White Walkers."

The tribe also lives near the heart tree, so it is necessary for all of them to migrate.

"Don't worry, find someone first."

Rhaegar turned a deaf ear to him and climbed onto the dragon's back swiftly.

After witnessing the weaknesses of the White Walkers, he gained great confidence in this battlefield between the living and the dead.

The words of the Children of the Forest and the Witch Kuili came to mind with an ambiguous answer.

If the Greenseer was truly a wise man, he should have approached him instead of waiting for him to find him.

Asshai is located in the Land of Shadows, home to many wizards and evil sorcery.

Who knows, there really is some kind of existence that can fight against the White Walkers and kill the Night King.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton shook his body, with his head pointing towards the towering mountains in the north.

The Fist of the First Men, where Robert and others might be hiding.

……

"Go, my little crow."

At the Fist of the Ancients Peak, a group of savages were climbing the mountain in a line, tying up several people in armor.

"Let us go, the White Walkers are really coming."

Rob was extremely anxious and struggled hard with the hemp rope that was tightening around his arms.

"Don't worry, we know the existence of the White Walkers."

A red-nosed savage grinned and slapped Rob's cheek with his dirty and smelly hands.

It was so hard to catch a few crows, how could I let them go so easily?

A rare hostage.

"Where are you taking us? How about to the Great Wall?"

Robb dodged the big hand and persuaded: "The king persuaded the northerners to agree to let the free people into the Wall to fight against the invasion of the white walkers together."

"That's strange. Free folk don't trust anyone."

The cold-faced man who led the group looked down on them and said arrogantly, "Once we find the Horn of Winter and awaken the giant sleeping underground, that high wall will no longer be able to stop us."

“Yes, that’s right…”

Dozens of savages echoed the voice, all full of longing for the so-called "Horn of Winter".

When the horn was blown, the Great Wall collapsed.

The free folk will eventually rule the North and take back what their ancestors lost.

Robert was puzzled and didn't understand what the Horn of Winter and the giant sleeping underground were.

All the giant companions were lost.

He was absorbed by this group of free people and detained in the tribe.

They were forced to follow to the Fist of the First Men in search of a legendary horn.

(End of this chapter)