The Mountain of Ice and Fire

The wizard Doertey Quintina, dressed in a black robe, rode her horse to Melisandre's side, her mouth full of black teeth. In the sky, under the ever-lowering black clouds, countless wights surged forward like a black tide...

"High Priestess, should I notify Lord Mountian? He is the commander-in-chief of the Winterfell Allied Forces," Doertey Quintina said. When she spoke, her tongue was also a frightening black. It was unknown when Doertey Quintina's tongue had also turned black. Because blood witches tasted all kinds of poisons and all kinds of people's blood, their teeth turned black, but it was rare for their tongues to turn black as well.

However, for blood witches with higher magic power, the color of their teeth and tongue is the same as ordinary people.

"Do you have a way to notify Lord Mountian immediately?" Melisandre looked at Doertey Quintina with a slightly surprised expression. Melisandre rode Mountian's Red Smoke Beast, which was much taller than Lady Doertey. Her appearance was sexy and alluring, as beautiful as a flame. Lady Doertey, on the other hand, was dressed in black, with a rough appearance and black teeth, forming a sharp contrast with her.

"I don't have a way to notify Lord Mountian immediately, but I can immediately let Lady Jane know what happened in Winterfell."

Lady Doertey and Lady Jane were both blood witches. There was a secret way of communication between blood witches that others did not know, which was also a kind of magical power.

"Okay, notify Lord Mountian," Melisandre said. She turned her head to look inside the city gate. People were coming and going inside the city gate, and teams were leaving the city in an orderly manner. After Jon and Robb embraced, they mounted their horses and drew their Valyrian steel sword, Longclaw. The long sword pointed forward, and the Night's Watch corps lined up in four columns, marching out of the city with neat steps and a booming sound.

But Melisandre's gaze went past these teams and people. She was looking for Bran Stark. Standing behind the antlers outside the castle gate, it was impossible to see Bran Stark in front of the main castle gate, but Melisandre's gaze seemed to be able to turn corners. In her eyes, the shadow of Bran Stark sitting in a wheelchair appeared.

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If Bran Stark hadn't predicted that the Others would attack Winterfell when winter came, Mountian wouldn't have left Winterfell riding a dragon. Although the Night King was invincible, Mountian riding a dragon only attacked his wight army, burning his wight army to ashes, and the Night King could no longer resurrect them. This caused serious damage to the Night King's power and made the Night King very afraid of Mountian.

To kill a fierce tiger, first break its claws, was Mountian's military tactic.

A fierce tiger that has lost its claws, no matter how huge its body is or how strong its power is, has lost its fatal threat; similarly, the Night King who has lost his wight army will also lose the power to threaten the human race.

Mountian rode the dragon, coming and going like lightning. The Others could not chase after him on their rotten horses, and the ice spiders were helpless against the giant dragon in the sky. The Night King could not ride his rotten horse to chase after the giant dragon that avoided him, and the dragon's dragonflame was a natural disaster for the wights, which were like wildfire.

Mountian lit the entire wight army outside Hearthstone, turning the entire frozen land into a field of stars; and at the southernmost edge of the Gift, Mountian raided the wight army, traversing back and forth, dragonflame cutting the wight army at will. The Others rode their rotten horses to chase after the giant dragon that was flying east and west in the sky, but they were just running around in vain.

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Bran Stark, who had been looking up at the sky, also felt Melisandre's concerned gaze. He withdrew his gaze from the sky and also looked at the city gate. In his calm and unwavering eyes, the shadow of Melisandre, dressed in fiery red, also appeared.

In the sky, the Three-Eyed Raven plunged into the dark clouds, flying forward rapidly, its three eyes as bright as stars, passing through the dark clouds and locking onto the wight army below... The wind and snow became more violent, the cold wind made a whistling sound, and the Three-Eyed Raven went against the wind and continued to fly forward, scouting the deployment of the Other army. He finally passed over the dark wights and saw the Others behind the army.

The Three-Eyed Raven's three eyes locked onto the Other cavalry. Bran Stark possessed the Three-Eyed Raven and counted that there were thirty-three Other riders below. One of the Others was tall and burly, holding a long spear, and behind the rotten horse were two translucent ice spiders the size of small horses. The ice spiders' eight compound eyes were ice blue, blinking extremely strangely.

Killing one Other would destroy one thirty-third of the wights, killing the Night King would destroy all the wights and Others, and there were also two ice spiders that could climb the city walls as if walking on flat ground.

The walls of Winterfell could hinder the wights and Others, but they were useless against the ice spiders.

The Three-Eyed Raven cried out!

The Night King looked up at the sky. He found the Three-Eyed Raven in the dark clouds. The Night King stretched out his hand to the sky and made a grasping motion. The Three-Eyed Raven did not return, but continued to approach, but still maintained absolute altitude.

The Three-Eyed Raven moved back and forth like a black lightning bolt in the black clouds. The Three-Eyed Raven responded to the Night King's threat from afar with a cry.

The Night King beckoned, and the wind and snow raged. The Three-Eyed Raven passed through the wind and snow like an arrow and disappeared in an instant!

The Night King and the Three-Eyed Raven had been competing for several months, and each time, the Night King was always one step short.

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"Hold!" Jaime drew his long sword, holding the hilt tightly with both hands, the long sword standing upright. Behind him, there was a sound of long swords being drawn, and three thousand long swords stood up, forming a forest of bright sword light.

"Hold!" Thirty centurions shouted. Their accents were from the North and the South.

Under Jaime's leadership, the Southern knights and soldiers, like the Northern soldiers who had nowhere to retreat, showed courage as if they were going to die.

"Ready!" On the city wall, Robb Stark drew his long sword and issued an order.

Ready! Ready! Ready! - The order of the orderlies was passed down one by one. On the city wall, thousands of longbows were raised. At the feet of the archers, fire basins were lit one by one. The archers drew their long arrows with oilcloth tied to the arrowheads!

Below the city wall, Eddard Stark was in the center of the army. He led the Northern cavalry, but except for him, all the Northern cavalry, including the nobles, did not ride horses; their horses' tails were tied with oilcloth, oil tanks were tied to the horses' backs, and the horses' eyes were covered with black cloth. The generals and warriors each held an unlit torch.

The cavalry on the left flank was led by Anguy Clegane, Julie Clegane, Sweetmouth Raff Clegane, Executioner Dunsen Clegane, Artist Polliver Clegane, and the heads of the eight families of Claw Isle. Except for them and their close guards who all rode horses, the rest of the cavalry stood next to their beloved horses. All of these horses had oilcloth tied to their tails, their eyes covered, and oil tanks tied to their backs.

The cavalry on the right flank was composed of the Vale cavalry corps. Except for the generals and accompanying knights, the rest of the cavalry warriors had solemn expressions. All of their war horses had oil tanks tied to them, their eyes covered, and oilcloth tied to their tails. The soldiers each held an unlit torch.

Between the life and death of the human race, sacrificing the war horses that the cavalry regarded as brothers was a military tactic that Mountian forcibly promoted when he convened a meeting of senior generals of the Allied Forces.

The Allied Forces cavalry abandoning their horses and the Northern Starks abandoning their city were the two plans of Mountian's suicide tactics.

However, the armies only knew the first tactic of abandoning their horses and did not know the tactic of abandoning the city.

The tactic of abandoning the city was only known to Mountian, Robb, Melisandre, the Great Sage, and the warrior monks from the Great Sept of Baelor. Duke Eddard Stark and Jon Snow were kept in the dark. All the generals and soldiers of the Clegane army did not know about this plan to abandon the city.

The only way for the soldiers who did not know the plan to abandon the city was to fight to the death with the Others!

Only by fighting to the death with the Others would the Night King not be alert, and he would try everything to get his wight army to break through the city.

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Melisandre and Lady Doertey Quintina rode their horses to Eddard Stark in the center of the army. The wights' strange cries and the sound of wind and snow rolled in like a tide. The ground trembled, the world changed color, and the black clouds rolled, approaching the city wall.

The world lost its color, and the sky dimmed!

Melisandre raised a lit torch, and her chanting resounded in the low air, bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo. In the left, middle, and right armies, the oilcloth dragged on the tails of all the war horses was lit one by one. Melisandre glanced at Eddard Stark, and Eddard Stark pointed his long sword forward and issued the order: "Attack!"

The cavalry generals whipped their war horses together and issued orders. The well-trained war horses roared and rushed out. Tens of thousands of horses' hooves struck the ground, the ground shook, and the sound of horses' hooves was like thunder, instantly suppressing the whistling sound of the wind and snow.

On the city wall, hundreds of war drums sounded, and the horns of the North also penetrated the wind and snow with an ancient desolation, traversing this frozen land.

Soon, the oilcloth dragged on the tails of the war horses burned to the horses' tails. The burning pain turned the war horses into beasts of impact, and the fire horses on the left and right wings took the lead in rushing into the wight army. The black wight tide encountered the most violent impact, and the surging black tide was immediately curbed and produced a swirling vortex.

More war horses rushed into the wight army. The wights' decaying bodies were vulnerable to the war horses' violent impact, and they flew up one after another, dismembered into fragments in the air. Tens of thousands of horses' hooves trampled on the fallen wights, turning the wights' decaying bodies into tattered rags...

In the blink of an eye, a large fire burned on each horse's tail. The pain brought by the flames turned the war horses into even more crazy impact weapons. The entire black line of attack of the wight army was cut into pieces, and the momentum of the black tide surging forward was completely suppressed and began to retreat continuously.

The wights did not retreat, but it was an illusion caused by the war horses' continuous advance...

Many wights were ignited by the oilcloth and turned into humanoid candles. Gradually, the black tide turned into a bright line of fire burning, and this line of fire rolled back towards the wight army and began to burn into a trend. The cold wind could not extinguish the flames on the wights...

On the city wall, the Great Sage began to chant, and the hundreds of pyromancers around him also began to chant. The chanting sound was simple and unadorned, as if an old man who had traveled through time and space was facing the frozen land with a bleak murmur in the sky...

Boom!

In the wight army, a emerald green flame suddenly exploded, like a emerald green rose blooming on the frozen land...

Boom boom boom!

Emerald green flames kept exploding in the wight crowd. That was the oil tanks tied to the fire horses' backs exploding and burning in the pyromancers' spells...

Eddard Stark's expression changed slightly. He realized at this time that the oil tanks did not contain oil, but wildfire. Wildfire was a very evil substance that would burn automatically with slight shaking and explode automatically with slight shaking... But the wildfire substance in this batch of oil tanks did not ignite or explode spontaneously in the violent shaking, but burned and exploded under the pyromancers' spells...

Anguy Clegane and other generals, as well as the many cavalry generals from the Vale and the South, changed color!

If they knew that the oil tanks tied to the horses' backs contained wildfire, they would not have dared to throw the oil tanks around so boldly and jokingly tie them to their war horses. They would have worried that the wildfire substance would suddenly ignite and explode spontaneously, thus igniting themselves...

Boom boom boom boom boom!

Dense oil tanks exploded on the frozen land outside Winterfell. In this place where the cold wind was whistling and black clouds were pressing down, emerald green roses bloomed one after another. The wildfire was like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, and the green fire, like umbrellas, rushed into the sky, scattered and splashed down. As long as the wights were stained with a little, they would be burned to ashes, and there was no other way to think about it.

Countless wildfire tanks exploded and ignited the entire frozen land, and also ignited the wight army. On the entire frozen land, green flames burned into a sea of fire, blocking the black tide of wights.

The whistling of the cold wind stopped, and the heavy snow also stopped soon. The black tide of wights retreated violently. They came quickly, just like the black tide, and retreated quickly, just like the receding waves...

The cold wind stopped, the heavy snow stopped, and outside Winterfell, a green flame was mixed with red flames, and the red flames came from the burning corpses of thousands of war horses... The entire Northern Allied Forces paid the price of all the cavalry's war horses and curbed the first wave of attacks of the wight army. On the frozen land, tens of thousands of wights lying in the green flames were burning, and more than ten thousand decaying wights that had been smashed into pieces were trampled...

On the city wall and below the city wall, tens of thousands of soldiers issued deafening cheers...

A Three-Eyed Raven flew out of the black clouds, passed over the spire of the Winterfell ruins, and landed on Bran Stark's shoulder in front of the main castle gate...

Melisandre said to Eddard Stark: "The wildfire substance will burn for a day and a night, but I am worried that the Night King will not wait that long. He hopes to take Winterfell before Mountian returns to Winterfell, and he will be back soon."

"The Night King is not afraid of wildfire?" Eddard Stark was dubious.

"The Night King and the Others are not afraid of ordinary flames. Wildfire and dragonflame are harmful to them, but it is difficult to harm their foundation. To kill the Night King and the Others, you need dragon glass weapons or Valyrian steel swords."

"The wildfire substance is burning the frozen land, how can the Night King drive the wight army through this sea of fire?"

In front of the soldiers, there was a frozen land of emerald green flames.

"I don't know..." Melisandre's face was cold.

All the soldiers inside and outside the city were cheering for victory, but Melisandre had no joy at all, only more indifference and ruthlessness.

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Sure enough, soon, the black tide appeared again from the horizon and surged forward. The gale howled, sweeping up the sky of wind and snow, splitting and hitting the soldiers' faces, making it difficult for them to breathe and difficult to open their eyes...