King of The Wall

2021-10-15

Chapter 688 Shadowbind!
On a "reef" in the middle of this stormy sea, where countless swords, lances and helmets make up a sea of metal, flags and human heads, Jon Connington stops to observe the West Expedition Force turtle formation.

"The last bit of scum in the tortoise's stomach began to gather, and it seemed to be moving towards the river bank." He first confirmed the observation post's report with simple and easy-to-understand sentences, and then launched a puzzled complaint, "Strange, what's wrong with this kid Igor? It always seems to be the first to respond, is it possible that he has the ability to see things?"

"If he wanted to see things ahead, he shouldn't have come to fight this battle with us." Randyll Tarly without the slightest hesitation The ground answered, "To deploy troops to the river bank? How many troops can he deploy?! Fleet can lay down more than 2,000 troops in the first wave, and the available troops in his hand will never exceed this number, and we still have Nearly 10,000 people on the North Shore can continue to enter the battlefield!"

Faced with a battlefield situation sand table with densely packed chess, King Aegon agreed with Tully's judgment: "Yes, we are going to What is concerned, what is Garlan Tyrell's troops doing now? He has to hold the enemy's southern and eastern troops to the death to create a good landing environment for the shipping troops!"

Mace Tyrell Duke answered tremblingly for his son who could not be present: "He divided the remaining troops after the first round attack into two groups, and is keeping the threat on the front line..."

"That's not enough! First reckless He was the one who took the bait and forced the entire army to start a decisive battle ahead of time, how could he be overly cautious when he was most needed to continue to exert pressure?" King Aegon rarely showed a stern attitude towards his father-in-law and brother-in-law, he needed Tyrell's family The support is not false, but if this battle is not won, then the Tyrell family will get close to him and treat him as a family, and there is no need for oneself. "Garland thought that as long as he kept his presence, Igor would not dare to mobilize the two fronts. Soldier, what if the opponent guesses his mind and leaves only a small number of troops to confront him? Send all the messengers and order him to attack again at all costs, never give that Night's Watch a chance to breathe!"

Tyrell Duke was dissatisfied with his son-in-law's tough attitude, but he also knew that the battle was lost because of Garland's deception. No way, he had no choice but to agree with Brace Oneself, quickly beckoned to call for the guards, and issued the king's order.

A squad messenger rode away quickly, and the hearts of everyone in the command post were a little calmer. Although the tactical goal of breaking the West Expedition Force Defensive Array has not been achieved, so far the battlefield initiative is still in the hands of the Reach side (at least on the scene), and the message from the messenger can be delivered. guaranteed.

be that as it may, the atmosphere at the scene is still solemn and tense-contrary to the soldiers below who do not understand the overall situation of the battlefield at all, as commanders, they are very aware of the fact that this temporary The upper hand is built by burning morale quickly.

The army's huge front is not wide, and the enemy conservatively chose not to pursue the victory. The Reach coalition, which has an advantage in strength, can make the previous batch of soldiers die, and quickly replace them with another batch... Through such rounds of refueling, the front-line combatants are always the living forces who have just participated in the war - the level of morale At this time, the huge gap between them was revealed: the infantry on the Queen West Expedition Force side had the spirit and physical strength to fight again after being replaced. The soldiers who came down are like sponges that have been dried up. In the short-term battle, the only morale and will to fight have been exhausted. Although they are nominally resting in the end, they will never be able to fight again. .

Thousands of young men who seem to be in high spirits around the headquarters are the last elite infantry of the Golden Regiment and Highgarden who have not yet fought today, and they will also be in the shallow water battleship of the Shield Islands. At the critical moment when the enemy landed in the north of the enemy line and put down the soldiers, they entered the battle and led the decisive siege of the last fight!
A group of Reach nobles and the commander of the Golden Corps are whispering the details of the final battle, and so far there is still a lot of hope for victory: all of Igor's outlying troops are tightly glued, and remain in reserve The team also caught all of them, and the decisive artillery... Although they have no coup to contain it, at least they have a stupid way to deal with it: under the siege from all sides, no matter how powerful the artillery is, it cannot give an overwhelming firepower advantage on every side. , they don't need to overpower the land-grant army, they just need to break through either side of the trapezoid to win.

King Aegon asked Garland to attack again, not really expecting a group of shriveled cavalry to revive the morale and create Wonders - but need them to attract enemy fire, for Mander's side. The landing battle, as well as the last round of the main attack on the oneself side, provide relatively good conditions!

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The moment of a decisive battle was imminent, but without warning—the sea in front of the "reef" of the headquarters suddenly became turbulent. A mysterious object penetrated the battling troops in front, and shot straight into the highgarden elites who were in a state of readiness over the low barrier to prevent ricochet. The soldiers passing by along the way were all pushing and dodging each other in a panic. There is a wavecutter of sharks with exposed dorsal fins swimming towards the prey, as if moving slowly and with a clear target towards the high convex where the commanders are, and the panic and panic shouts followed by witnessing them. ear.

"What happened?"

Jon Connington tensed his back alertly, not far from the front line, but definitely out of reach for artillery, even more how yes This strange linear shape... I don't know if it should be called a trace or something.

"A black thing, I don't know if it's a shadow or smoke, but it's coming this way!"

"Shadowbind!"

Jon Connington called out the name of such a thing almost instantly. It is rumored that the queen's ex-husband, Renly Baratheon, died under the assassination of this vicious spell. How could the survivors not know more about it?

In an instant, he drew his sword out of its sheath, stepped forward and rushed in front of King Aegon, blocking the young king behind him like an old hen protecting his cubs: "Mage, where's Mage? !"

Two tall and thin men dressed in fancy clothes, will know when you see it is definitely not from Westeros, and got out of the guard group: "Don't worry, sir, we have already been around the podium. Spread the dust, and the shadows can’t come through.”

While speaking, the object that caused the commotion approached the podium, and everyone could finally witness its appearance with naked eyes: it was a cloud of sunlight that also shone The smoke that is impermeable and cannot be dissipated, the color is a bit like the exhaust gas produced by igniting asphalt, but it is restrained and restrained without spreading outward, which is obviously not a natural thing. What's even more weird is that although it vaguely condenses into a human shape, it is not running, but an in midair floating on the ground, from far to near, amazingly fast.

Mage, a man who claimed to be able to fight Shadowbind, was hired from the other side of the narrow sea by the two Golden Corps through his contacts, and made a low-level mistake due to lack of actual combat experience: the dissociation dust they scattered on the surrounding ground really The existence of nether shadow in this world can't be stopped, but nether shadow can't be stopped from jumping over!

The human-shaped nether shadow rose gracefully for a moment like lifting a skirt, and flew over a dozen feet and landed lightly on the small mound where the Reach coalition commanders gathered. The scene became a mess in an instant, and the timid screamed and fled here. The daring ones held on to their swords, and even threw the amulet of the seven-pointed star at this group of ghosts... Whether it was stones, projectiles, swords or The Seven's coat of arms, they could only penetrate Its body came out from the other end, unable to do any damage to it.

nether shadow did not counterattack, but stood quietly in the field, with a face that could not see the expression slowly twisting, as if scanning the scene and looking for the target of hunting.

"Cunning villains, they actually support and condone Demons!" Clinton scolded and sprayed Igor, who was a few miles away, without any effect. Steel sword, snatched the pouch from the shivering man Mage who couldn't obey, grabbed a powder and threw it at the nether shadow, "You can't hurt your Majesty's hair today!"

The dust contained shavings of anti-magic metal, and all of a sudden the air was filled with sparkles of gold and silver.

He judged from the detail that the nether shadow crossed the ground separation line that the medicine powder brought by Mage was indeed useful, and the reaction from the other side also confirmed this guess: the black black figure did no harm to these frivolous faces The bright twinkling of the force jerked back a few feet, startling the person in that direction to jump up. When everyone saw this, they swarmed around King Aegon and behind Prime Minister Clinton, not knowing whether they were escorting or seeking the protection of the old Griffin.

What the Reach nobles, who were terrified and dazed and almost pissed, didn't know that the nether shadow in front of them was not having a good time. Shadowbind has never been a simple and easy-to-cast little spell, and the distance of thousands of meters makes the magic power consumed by it consume terrifying matchless, and what is even worse: despite following the highest flag to find the right place, The sorcerer, or Melisandre to be precise, did not know the young king who was most worthy of assassination... The actions of everyone at the moment undoubtedly pointed out the approximate location of the little Aegon, but in the case of suppressing the existence of dust, it There is only one chance for a condensed entity to affect the physical world!
After just a second, the controller of nether shadow has decided on the target.

It turned and moved towards the Three Headed Red Dragon, the flag of King Aegon, the highest flag of the command, with great swiftness and swiftness.

"Damn it!" Jon Connington jumped up in horror, and he immediately reacted: Strategically, King Aegon was of course the enemy's undisputed first target to assassinate; On the battlefield, it was the last moment of the decisive battle, and the opponent did have a tactical goal that was not inferior to the king himself... or even better.

The flag!

"you dare!" roared, the grey-haired Prime Minister Jon Connington, Griffin's Roost count, grabbing a handful of potion powder, dashed on bravely with no thought of personal safety towards the nether shadow past.

He had the determination to return home, but it was a pity that he was late half step.

The nether shadow briefly condensed the body parts into an axe blade for a moment, and cut the thick flagpole in half with the impossible force of mortals. After the magic power was exhausted, it didn't stay long in the blink of an eye. It simply turned into a plume of ashes and dissipated in the air.

In the crisp sound of "ka-cha", Clinton fluttered, and could only watch the towering Targaryen flag fall down, as if to announce the end of the war.

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(end of this chapter)