King of The Wall

2021-01-06

Chapter 325 Dragon Horn
Old Flayer's passive defense strategy hits Euron's underbelly -- Anyone with a discerning eye can see that if this tactic is allowed to unfold, the Ironmen will have nothing to say about North, and there will be no way to effectively weaken the King Stannis' number one supporter until the end of winter.

To stop this from happening, the new leader of the Iron Islands is determined to do something to mess up his opponent's plans.

The ordinary division of troops and harassment is not very effective. After some thinking, the strategists who were forced to serve put forward a constructive idea: it is better to cut off one finger than to hurt ten fingers - rather than aimlessly Instead of guerrilla fighting, it is better to plan an adventurous operation, seize the opportunity that the North troop is scattered to protect the transfer of military and civilians, take advantage of the effect of their concern and chaos, concentrate troops and set up traps to snipe and annihilate one of them, and kill several important North nobles.

Beating the opponent hurts the group of northerners into a "whether or not to take revenge" debate. Cracks start to appear from the inside, and they can no longer be unanimous in retreating defense, so that they can take advantage of it.

With the help of a few clever men caught from across the Narrow Sea, Euron, accustomed to rashness, arranges an ambush for the first time... The plan is simple and full of problems, but throughout the The west coast of the North was retreating, and the situation was chaotic. Relying on the attitude of the North army to underestimate the enemy's carelessness in fighting on the homeland, and eager to rush to the scene of the incident to protect the civilians, it was unexpectedly successful.

Clad in smoky black scales, Euron's eyes flashed with sinister rays of light, and he watched the Chapter silently, waiting for the best time to go into battle.

His original intention was to destroy a North army casually, who seemed to have gnawed a hard bone. Is everyone in North so brave and good at fighting, or is this one more special?
The gap between the overall quality and training of the two sides is obvious, and it is not a small "first mover" that can smooth it out. Using innocent villagers as bait, an Iron Fleet sailor from the North Army was caught off guard and aggressively rushed into the rushing team. Not yet able to create much victory, the defender who had stabilized his position withstood, fought for a while, and even was counter-pressed. Back...

Scales of Victory tilted towards the North army a little bit, looking at the unfavorable situation not far away, Euron's eyes showed a bloodthirsty aura: "Who is leading this army? "

"The biggest flag I saw was gray."

"Idiot, that's the Wolf Run!" Sailors recruited by Crow's Eye from all over the world were unfamiliar with Seven The coat of arms of the Kingdoms nobles, but the people born in the Iron Islands are familiar with the North princes who have become imaginary enemies, "See that biting Direwolf, we hit the big luck - the lead soldier is likely to be Robb Stark himself. !"

"Robb Stark?" Another flash of light flashed in Euron's blue right eye.

"Your Majesty, let's hurry up and help, if it's too late, the brothers below will collapse!"

"What's the hurry." Looking at the horse riding not far away , The Lord of North, who was surrounded by several young squires to kill the soldiers of the Iron Islands, Euron took out a small pot, pulled out the stopper and took a sip of Shade of the Evening. The comfort and paralysis brought by this special potion, mixed with a strong sense of strength and murderous desire, instantly filled the whole body, and the madness in Euron's eyes overwhelmed everything. He slowly drew his weapon: "Young men, follow me, whoever killed Robb Stark for me and skinned that wolf is the future Lord of Winterfell City! Blow the Dragon Horn!"

Behind Euron, a giant dumb man raised the Magic horn, said to have been retrieved from the ruins of Valyria, by the own master, breathes deeply, fiercely.

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Without Direwolf, the war would never have been this one-sided. Robb's Direwolf "Grey Wind" has come of age, and his pony-like body has shown incredible strength and agility and swiftness that is out of shape. No one can fend off one of its punches, and no armor can resist one of its Biting or scratching... its silhouette travels like a ghost-like among North and Iron Islands soldiers, deftly avoiding blades that can hurt it, not attacking indiscriminately, but every time it leaps, it can Save or take at least one life.

Of course, the lone wolf cannot repel an army of more than a thousand people with its strength of oneself, and the number of enemies it kills is far less than the number of deadly weapons, but as an ominous beast in the eyes of Ironmen, Grey Wind causes However, the deterrent power of the enemy surpassed that of any veteran or warrior, and this fear quickly spread to the entire battlefield like a wave, greatly accelerating the tilting speed of the victory scale.

Robb rode and swung his sword behind Grey Wind and harvested the heads, both to protect oneself's favorite pet, and to enjoy the huge tactical advantage created by Direwolf... This is how he won countless times in the Westerlands. , won the title of Changsheng, and a tacit understanding has long been formed between a man and a beast.

Then, all of a sudden—the horn broke through the air, with a sound like a blade.

Ahhhhhhh eeeehhh uh Ohhhhhh Ohhhhhh Ohhhhhh Ohhhhhh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh -

No one has heard a similar sound, if it is Igor here, it will instantly think of nails scraping the blackboard, But the world of Ice and Fire doesn't yet have the sleek blackboards of modern times, and the sound isn't quite the same as a fingernail scratching a blackboard.

It has a slightly lower frequency, but it is loud and deadly. Its amazing penetrating power makes its sound waves penetrate into the human brain like a bullet, bounce back and forth between the skulls and drum, and the special magic power during the mixing period , then aroused fear and disgust buried deep in human genes.

No matter how brave people are, they can't fight against their physical instincts.

This is the howl of Banshee, the echo from Hell, a searing breath of pain and destruction that seems to scorch ears and destroy minds. The horse stood up in shock, threw all the riders behind, spread its hooves and fled into the distance, and some people with more sensitive hearing had already begun to throw down their weapons to cover their ears, and even fell to the ground and rolled.

between Heaven and Earth seems to be the only sound left, but only the North soldiers are affected, and the reason is very simple: the raiders of the Iron Islands have already blocked their ears.

The situation of the battle was not reversed in an instant. Despite this intense interference, most of the North soldiers were still stubbornly fighting against physical discomfort while continuing to fight... But the enemy's last reserve team, Under the leadership of their "King of the Iron Islands", they joined the battle group holding their weapons high, and rushed to the center of the crowd, Robb Stark and his party, who had just been smashed by the warhorse and were helping each other to get up.

"What is this...ghost..." Ed Karstark opened his mouth to speak, but under the dual effects of the pain of falling to the ground, the impact and the magic power horn, he was disgusted and sighed. Spit out a rustling sound.

"My lord... this is witchcraft, and the enemy is coming prepared!" Jon Umber pulled Robb, who fell from the horse, with a shrill horn sound, his body trembling uncontrollably: " The bunch of people over there are coming towards us, their target is you! I suggest you retreat first, and I will lead someone to block them!"

"What scoundrel words! As the master of the North, how can I Throwing down thousands of brothers to run for their lives?" Robb picked up the sword that fell in the snow and said loudly, "Let the brothers gather around me and we will fight together!"

Here Under the sound of the horn that made people tremble, he issued an order to pull the soldiers in the melee into an impossible mission, but coincidentally and inevitably, just when everyone thought that the devil's horn would continue until At the end of the battle, it came to an abrupt end.

It wasn't that the enemy was going to let them go, but the horn blower fell. The trumpeter's lips and lungs were severely burned by the high temperature generated by the Magic's activation. He shook it, as if he was unwilling that oneself only played the role of one minute, and then the Magic prop slumped from his hand, and he himself thumped. It fell into a snowdrift. The other person beside him hurriedly picked up the hot and smoking horn and brushed away the melting snow, but he didn't dare to try to blow it again.

Taking advantage of this moment of tranquility, Robb Stark gathered dozens of soldiers to form a formation and met the edge of the reserve team led by King of the Iron Islands himself. Without the influence of the Hell's horn, in a fair fight, the North people have nothing to fear!

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(end of this chapter)