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

Chapter 681 The Night King’s Weakness

Its army is endless and overwhelms its opponents like a sea of ​​men.

"Hiss!"

"..."

Loud dragon roars rang out one after another, and several giant dragons soared into the sky.

"Dragon flame, dream fire!"

A huge light blue dragon flew over the Great Wall, like a cloud covering a hundred meters, spewing dreamy blue and white flames.

Boom!

Large flakes of snow exploded on the ground, and the attacking army of zombies was abruptly stopped.

"Hiss!"

An ugly mud dragon crawled over the frost-covered city wall, resisted and jumped down from the top of the city wall, crossing the barrier of the Great Wall for the first time.

The sheep thief flew very slowly, with his shriveled dragon head drooping, and he fiercely spewed mud-like dragon flames.

Then, Syrax and Yangyan flew out side by side, swooping down and spitting out golden dragon flames.

Rumbling--

Four giant dragons appeared at the same time, and the zombie army, like a group of ants, welcomed the opponent.

Dragon flames of various colors poured out, burning out countless flaming gullies.

"Hiss!!"

A light green young dragon was hovering over the Great Wall, chirping anxiously.

Benilla tugged at the saddle rope, urging Moondancer to join the fray.

However, the young dragon was unwilling to cross the Great Wall and rarely disobeyed orders.

Even so, the number of dragons on the battlefield is enough to give the zombie army a hard time.

It was not until this time that the Night King finally changed his expression.

His ice-blue eyes revealed a solemn expression, his tightly closed mouth slightly opened, revealing his sharp white fangs in the icy mist.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton roared toward the sky, and his huge body tilted its head halfway, falling straight down like a pitch-black meteorite.

The huge mouth of the abyss accumulated dark green dragon flames, and its eerie vertical pupils locked onto the lonely figure on the slope.

Rhaegar's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and he ordered in a cold voice: "Dragon Flame!!"

boom--

The dark green dragon flame like smoke and fog came with a bang, covering the entire towering slope.

The Night King remained calm in the face of danger and looked up at the man and the dragon.

Dragon Flame was right above his head, just raising the ice crystal spear.

next second.

The dark green dragon flame washed over the entire body, spreading out like a tarsal body, burning all the snow and soil.

The Night King was engulfed by dragon flames and his figure gradually became blurred.

"Did you make it?"

Rhaegar stood up from the dragon's back and stared at the scene in the dragon's flames.

It is said that to catch a thief, one must first catch the leader.

This special White Walker in front of us should be the legendary Night King.

If it can be killed in one fell swoop, the invasion of the White Walkers will be over.

The dark green dragon flame burned so fiercely that even the permafrost was crackling.

Logically speaking, no living creature can escape.

The figure disappeared, as if melted in the dragon flames that blocked the view.

"Why not avoid it?"

Rega waited every minute and every second, feeling an inexplicable sense of uneasiness rising in his heart.

It turned out that his sixth sense was correct.

call out!
Suddenly, a smooth ice crystal spear broke through the dragon flame and flew straight into the air.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton's green vertical pupils suddenly shrank, and he raised his wings and twisted his body, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

However, the danger is not directed against it.

The ice crystal spear was originally aimed at the neck of the pitch-black dragon, but as the Glutton dodged, it brushed past the side of the neck.

The saddle on the dragon's back is fixed between the neck and the back, just right to face the cold and piercing spear head.

His eyes reflected the approaching ice crystal spear, and Rhaegar instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

In less than half a breath, the spear was pointed at his face, and the chill spread all over his body.

"Can't hide."

Rega's brain froze for a moment, and he simulated more than a dozen dodging postures.

The final result is that you have to withstand a blow.

It seemed as if the throwing of the spear had been calculated in advance, that one of the man and the dragon must die.

Zero tenth of a second later, an ice crystal spear shot out.

"Give it a try."

At the critical moment, Rhaegar rolled sideways and gritted his teeth to avoid the attack.

Fortunately, he didn't have the habit of locking the saddle rope, so his body was never fixed on the saddle.

The body rolled along, avoiding the head, chest and other vital parts.

Snapped!
Bronze scales appeared all over his body and shattered instantly when they came into contact with the spear.

Stab it!

A transparent film appeared on the smooth skin, which was easily cut by the tip of the ice spear.

With two layers of protection, it only delays for a moment.

Pfft!

As Rega's body tilted, the ice crystal spear pierced through his right shoulder, and the huge inertia knocked his entire body backwards.

He fell on the dragon's back with a thud, and his internal organs were shaking with pain.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton let out a long, shrill howl, dark green dragon flames overflowed from its dragon mouth, and it flapped its wings rapidly and soared into the sky.

It was because the ice crystal spear pierced through Rhaegar's body and pierced through the black scales.

Rhaegar's face turned pale instantly, and he was nailed to the dragon's back.

"Gugua...hiss...buzz..."

My consciousness seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and a noisy sound rang in my ears.

A grey dream-eating toad jumped onto his forehead, its pair of green eyes widening into a circle.

The flat Ouroboros and bat worms surrounded the wound, and the ice crystal spears were used cautiously.

The three rune creatures were unusually agitated, with black smoke of similar color coming out of their bodies.

They were all affected by the terrible coldness contained in the ice crystal spears and were forced to appear to protect their master.

boom!
The Glutton was as fast as lightning and dived into the thick dark clouds to hide his body.

call out!
As soon as the thick dragon tail disappeared, the second ice crystal spear suddenly attacked.

Fortunately, it was a step too late and passed by the black scales.

Down the slope.

The Night King looked up at the sky, a hint of suspicion flashing in his ice-blue eyes.

A White Walker walked out from behind and handed over an ice crystal spear.

The Night King took a glance and turned back to watch.

The target has already left our sight, there is no need to chase.

"..."

Several giant dragons ravaged the battlefield, burning large swaths of wights.

The Night King had cold eyes as he looked at the dragons one by one.

On the other side, in the clouds.

Anger flashed across the Glutton's pale green pupils. He ignored the battlefield below and turned back to check on the driver.

Zi la la!
Rhaegar's face turned pale. He clenched the ice crystal spear in his left hand and pulled it out inch by inch with pain.

A layer of frost froze over his left hand, and the wound alternately felt hot and cold.

Not a drop of blood was left, as it was all frozen into blood clots by the spear.

"Hiss, I almost died."

Rhaegar bit his lip and pulled out the spear.

Snapped!
The ice crystal spear was exposed to the air and instantly shattered into powder.

"Gugua...hiss..."

Three strange rune creatures rushed over, each showing off their abilities.

The Ouroboros opened its mouth wide and sucked out black smoke like a cigarette smoker, nearly bursting its shriveled belly.

The frost on the wound melted and it began to itch unbearably.

"what happened?"

Rhaegar looked down and saw that the wound was festering beyond recognition.

With keen perception, a strong chill attached to the wound, eroding vitality every minute and every second.

The Ouroboros absorbed a wisp of cold air and was so full that it took a vacation.

Rhaegar couldn't help but frown, tore off a piece of cloth to wrap around the wound, and struggled to get up.

"Roar……"

The Glutton arched his dragon head backwards, and a look of nervousness appeared in his green vertical pupils.

It can sense that the driver is in a bad condition.

"It's okay, let's drive these monsters away first."

Rhaegar gritted his teeth and sat back in the saddle.

I was careless just now and didn't expect the sudden attack.

Unexpectedly...

"The Night King is not afraid of dragon flames!"

Rhaegar stiffened his neck and growled, "See you again, glutton."

Immune to dragon flame + ice crystal spear, the threat of the Night King skyrocketed.

The opponent must be held back to avoid harming Rainiera and others.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton's pupils were erect and sinister, and he flapped his wings and dived with his head lowered, emitting an increasingly strong smell of ash.

Rumbling--

Seen from below, a giant black dragon descended from the sky, spewing dark green dragon flames that swept across the battlefield.

A mouthful of dragon flame seemed endless, plowing a deep gully approaching the towering slope.

The Night King looked away, feeling the threat of the ash aura grow.

While there was still some distance, he raised his eyes again to look at the silver-haired figure on the dragon's back.

Rhaegar gritted his teeth, suppressed his trembling body, and took out a spear with his left hand.

The tip of the spear, forged by Valyria, flashed a cold light.

He wanted to see if the Night King really had no weaknesses.

If anyone dares not avoid the dragon flame, the spear "Dawn" will pierce its chest.

This time, the Night King finally moved.

He jumped off the rotten warhorse and strode into the charred deep pit burned by dragon flames.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton glided over, and dark green dragon flames swept across the earth.

The rotten horses and pale White Walkers had no time to dodge and were instantly burned to ashes.

"Retreat, Glutton!"

Rhaegar's eyes flashed and he spoke dragon language.

The Night King was lost in dragonfire, and he doesn't want to repeat the same mistake.

boom--

The glutton half-turned his head, flew his huge body high into the sky, and looked back unwillingly.

At the same time, something strange happened.

Wow!
Half of the zombies on the battlefield fell to the ground, piling up like a mountain.

The other half of the White Walkers seemed to have received an order and retreated from the edge of the Haunted Forest, quickly diving into the depths of the forest.

"Hiss!"

"..."

Menghuo's vertical pupils were ferocious as he chased the army of zombies and burned them, showing the horror of an adult dragon to the fullest.

The other three dragons followed closely and cleared out the remaining zombie troops.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton flew in the opposite direction, slowly landing on the Great Wall, and his feet clasped the icy wall with a bang.

A line of cold sweat broke out on Rhaegar's forehead, and he replaced his spear with a black horn that the two of them held together.

woo-

His lips touched the dragon's horn, and a deep, clanging blast was sounded.

The dragons slowed down and looked back.

Rhaegar gritted his teeth secretly, tightened his legs on the cushion of the saddle, and stared at the deep pit where the Night King disappeared.

"Has this guy, who is neither human nor ghost, left?"

After the second round of fighting with the Night King, he understood the opponent's intentions.

The attack on the Great Wall was fake, and the purpose of testing the bottom was real.

If he doesn't fight to the death in the second round, the Night King will not give up easily.

It was just observing whether Rega dared to fight head-on.

call--

A cold wind blew across the battlefield, bringing with it the smell of burning ashes.

The army of zombies withdrew from the Great Wall and rushed into the Haunted Forest.

There was no movement in the deep pit behind the slope, and it was pitch black and silent.

Seeing this, Rhaegar couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "Are you gone?"

"Hiss!"

Menghuo roared, flapped his light blue wings, and returned to the Wall of Despair.

Helena's eyes were clear and she noticed Rhaegar's pale face.

"Retreat, sheep thief."

Aemond pulled in the saddle rope and ordered the rebellious mud dragon to turn around.

The war is over.

The sounding of the dragon's horn is the signal to recall the dragons.

(End of this chapter)