Game of Thrones: Lord of the Deep

"The rear army becomes the front army, quick, defend!"

Roose Bolton reacted quickly and prepared for the worst.

But when the worst happened, he couldn't help being afraid.

Not afraid of death, but afraid that the Bolton family would lose the position of guardian of the North that they had finally obtained.

When retreating, Roose Bolton specially placed the elite of the family in the rear for the possible pursuit.

The elite soldiers holding the shields with the symbol of the skinner couldn't stop trembling. They had just seen the horror of the dragon. The terrifying dragon flame would kill them as long as they were touched.

"Don't panic, we still have dozens of dragon crossbows. As long as we can stop the charge of their soldiers, we can shoot the dragon and win the war!"

Roose Bolton shouted loudly. He was lying just to stabilize the morale of the army.

But in fact, he knew in his heart that all this was in vain. Without the dragon crossbow, he had no way to deal with the dragon.

The hand holding the saddle tightly was pale and bloodless, and his unwillingness reached the extreme.

If he also had a dragon, or if the other side didn't have a dragon, he would never lose this war!

Dragon!

Roose Bolton looked at Korrakhu and Drogon who were getting closer and closer, and a strong unwillingness and viciousness appeared on his face.

Jack on the dragon's back didn't care so much, and he would not give up the advantage of the dragon and fight with Roose Bolton.

After all, Jack has a set of military tactics on paper, but in terms of real command ability, no one on Jack's side can compare with Roose Bolton.

After all, Roose Bolton is one of the few generals in the North who can compete with Tywin Lannister.

So for Jack, it is most important to directly control the dragon, cooperate with land and air to completely defeat Roose Bolton, and eliminate the living forces of the Bolton family.

Korrakhu controlled his speed, and before the Son of Winter and the Red Dragon Knights came into contact with the Bolton army, he suddenly accelerated and tore open the elite defense line of the Bolton family with dragon flames.

With the help of dragon flames, the Bolton army's defense line was just like the Maginot Line, and it was useless.

Then the two armies collided with each other. Jack rode on Korakhuu, followed by Drogon, and the two dragons started a massacre behind the army.

Korakhuu's dragon flame has a range of three times its body length, and it can maintain the spitting state for a long time.

The Bolton army suddenly split into two levels.

The elite of the Bolton family fought with the Sons of Winter in the front and defeated the Sons of Winter. A group of unorganized wildlings could not be their opponents.

The conscripts in the back were in chaos, and a large number of conscripts fled.

They were just farmers who were conscripted to fight. Could they be expected to work hard to exploit their lords?

Seeing the turmoil in the rear of the Bolton army, Korakhuu turned around and flew towards the direction of the Bolton elite.

If he didn't go to help, the Sons of Winter would not be able to hold on first.

This is normal. The elite troops of the Bolton family are about 3,000. The worst equipment is leather armor, and they usually participate in training.

The Sons of Winter are composed of a large number of tribes, and there are often conflicts between the tribes. Although the conflicts have eased a lot after surrendering to Jack, and they have trained several times after forming the Sons of Winter.

However, facing the elite of the Bolton family, they are still far behind. After all, in terms of military strength alone, the Bolton family, as an old noble, is not much worse than the Stark family.

The earth was torn apart by dragon flames, and Korakshu fell from the sky, and a tail whipped an unknown unlucky guy away.

"Dragon flame!"

The blazing dragon flame was like a tens of meters long fire dragon, sweeping everything in front of it.

The wailing sound continued, and Korakshu's little eyes flashed with excitement, and Jack still looked at it all expressionlessly.

Seeing Korakshu's arrival, the Sons of Winter regrouped and rushed to fight under the leadership of Tormund.

After helping the Son of Winter to establish an advantage again, the defeat of the Bolton army was certain. A large number of soldiers threw away their weapons and ignored the Son of Winter behind them. They only regretted that they did not have two more legs.

Jack drove the Carax to a low altitude of more than 30 meters again, searching for Roose Bolton's traces.

At the beginning of the battle, Jack was not in a hurry to find Roose Bolton's position, but defeated the rear of the Bolton army to prevent the Son of Winter from being defeated by the Bolton army.

Now the balance of the war has completely tilted, and it is time to find Roose Bolton's people.

Killing Roose Bolton will end the war in the North and gain a foothold in Westeros.

Carax kept flapping his wings, quickly passing over the Bolton army, and spewing dragon flames from time to time.

Jack entered the dragon spirit state, using the dragon's abnormal vision to constantly search for Roose Bolton's figure.

Soon, a cavalry of about a hundred people entered Jack's sight.

This cavalry was too obvious from a bird's eye view. They were all armored cavalry, one man and two horses, galloping towards the south.

Jack was not sure that Roose Bolton was among the hundred men. After all, Roose Bolton, the old fox, always had a double play himself when marching, and he disguised himself as a guard.

Sometimes even Ramsay Bolton, his own son, didn't know where Roose Bolton would hide.