The Mountain of Ice and Fire

A red flame shot like an arrow, incredibly fast, like a beam of light, with a loud bang, the White Walker attacking the Mountain from behind was knocked away... His body flew into the air, drawing an arc, and slammed into the ruins with a thud, where a pile of burning wildfire was raging, the White Walker was instantly engulfed by the wildfire...

Hoo-leet-leet!

The Red Smoke Beast let out a victorious cry!

Red Smoke, a magical creature native to the Isle of Kasath, is the king of land runners. The sharp angle on its head is like a short spear. Unfortunately, only dragon glass weapons and Valyrian steel swords can kill White Walkers and pierce their bodies.

The Red Smoke Beast seriously injured the White Walker, and wildfire can also weaken the White Walker's combat power, but in the freezing weather, the White Walker only needs a short time to recover quickly.

Arianne Martell turned back and pounced on the White Walker slaughtering the monks.

The monks fell one by one. They had no weapons, nor were they warriors. They were doctors. The monks' chanting and the Warrior Bishop's medicine worked. The Thief of Sheep opened his dragon eyes, with碎gold fragments flickering inside, no longer dim. It was just that he couldn't stand up for a while. The icy cold damage from the two ice spears had penetrated deep into the dragon's body, and this was a freezing land, so the cold damage could not be eliminated for a while.

The White Walker abandoned the monks and pounced on Arianne Martell, who dared to shout provocations at it.

This time, Arianne was no longer reckless. As the White Walker pounced, she slashed fiercely with her thin sword, the sword light flying like a bolt of white silk. Arianne gave a delicate shout and turned to flee...

*

The White Walker, who had been violently knocked into the wildfire pile by the Red Smoke Beast, slowly walked out of the wildfire. His frost-colored body appeared dark black, but no green wildfire stuck to his body and burned him. The thin sword in his hand was still translucent, and his eyes were as blue as ice jade. He let out a strange, angry syllable, and just as he raised his foot, with a muffled sound, a black arrow fell from the sky and hit his blue eyes...

The White Walker let out a shrill cry, like a beast's miserable wail before death. One of his hands grabbed the shaft of the arrow, but his hand was trembling, and his forehead was cracking. This was a dragon glass arrow—a dragon glass weapon, the nemesis of White Walkers...

Whoosh!

The second black arrow shot like a black lightning bolt, this time aimed at the Night King, who was fighting the Mountain. The Night King flashed, the arrow grazed his forehead, and the Mountain's ice sword swept horizontally downward, cutting at the Night King's leading right leg...

With a bang, the White Walker who had been shot by the dragon glass arrow earlier exploded into a pile of ice shards...

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Three arrows in a row, almost simultaneously, aimed straight at the Night King... Such a rapid-fire series of divine arrows, only one person in the Seven Kingdoms could do it—Anguy Clegane. As soon as his first arrow was released, the second arrow appeared on the bowstring. As soon as the second arrow was shot, the third arrow was nocked on the bowstring. While the first arrow was still flying rapidly, the second and third arrows had already been fired in succession...

The Night King knocked away two arrows with his thin sword and dodged one arrow, but the Mountain's ice sword attacked again, this time still at the Night King's sword-wielding arm. The sword light was like a shooting star, extremely fast. The Night King could no longer dodge, nor could he block. Anguy's divine arrows forced him to reveal a flaw...

Facing the Mountain's ice sword, any slight flaw was absolutely fatal...

Seeing that this sword was about to end the battle, the Night King fell backward in a hurry. At the critical moment of life and death, he still avoided the Mountain's ice sword strike, also causing Anguy's pursuing arrow to miss... He fell to the ground. No matter how powerful Anguy's arrows were, they instantly lost their target...

The Mountain strode forward to catch up. The Night King rolled rapidly, dodging in a sorry state, the blue light in his eyes flickering constantly, and dense ice patterns twisted on his frost-colored face... The Night King rolled around on the ground in a sorry state. No matter how fast he was, he couldn't outpace the Mountain's large strides. The distance of one large step of the Mountain was really... too bullying...

The Mountain's ice sword swept horizontally downward, the blade grazing the Night King's legs. The Night King desperately dodged and shrank his body, narrowly escaping death once again... Obviously, although he avoided the arrow attacks on the ground, the Mountain no longer needed to defend. He could only be completely on the defensive, unable to attack the Mountain...

After several rolls and dodges, the Night King's thin sword blocked the Mountain's stab. He rolled over and stood up, and the sound of an arrow piercing the air immediately rang out. Anguy seemed to have anticipated the Night King's movements, and the arrow arrived again at the moment the Night King stood up, this time aimed at the Night King's left eye...

The Night King let out a strange cry. He knew that if he was even a little slow, he would be shot by the arrow. This was a dragon glass arrow. The Night King flashed urgently, and the Mountain seized the opportunity, the ice sword spinning and slashing, the sword light sweeping across the Night King's right arm. The Night King had no way to avoid it, the blue light in his eyes flared up, and with a loud clang, the thin sword and the Mountain's ice sword collided violently. In the sparks, the Mountain's ice sword flew out of his hand with a whoosh, the tiger's mouth of his sword-wielding right hand tearing open, blood dripping...

The Night King made a desperate move, using all his strength to suddenly knock down the Mountain's long sword... The opponent's archer was too powerful. With just a few arrows, he was already in a dangerous situation, each arrow causing him to teeter on the edge of life and death... Forcing him to reveal several flaws. Each flaw gave the Mountain a chance to kill him... The Night King knew that he could no longer continue like this. He gathered his strength and struck wildly, finally succeeding in knocking down the Mountain's ice giant sword...

But the full-strength strike also caused him to lose the strength to dodge and retreat. The moment the Mountain's ice giant sword left his hand, he advanced instead of retreating, taking a large stride to reach the Night King's front, almost colliding with the Night King. With a crisp sound, a dragon glass dagger pierced into the Night King's chest... almost completely inserted to the hilt...

The Mountain backed away, glaring at the Night King. The Night King stood still, the ice sword in his hand raised high, but he did not chop it down again. The Mountain retreated, already several meters away. Even if the Night King chased desperately, he could not catch up with the Mountain in a hurry... The Mountain's stride was really... too big...

Whoosh!

An arrow shot, hitting the Night King's right eye socket! The Night King stood upright, the impact of the arrow not causing his body to sway...

Kacha kacha kacha!

Cracks began to appear on the Night King's forehead, arms, and ice-patterned face. With a loud bang, the Night King exploded into a pile of ice shards... Bang bang bang bang bang... A series of air pocket explosions sounded, some coming from the ground, and some muffled from underground. Those were the sounds of the White Walkers exploding into ice shards...

With the Night King dead, all the remaining White Walkers exploded into ice shards!

The Mountain turned his head and saw an Anguy who was almost as tall as him—Anguy riding on a tall and burly strong man, whose body was covered with connected human skeletons, making a clanging sound with every step: Rattleshirt!

Anguy was riding on Rattleshirt's shoulders, Rattleshirt becoming his legs.

The Mountain saw Anguy's severed leg! Anguy's right leg was gone below the knee!

Beside Anguy stood a woman in black clothes, black hair, and a black cloak: the blood witch Doreah Quentyn! Beside the blood witch stood Jaime Lannister. Jaime's left arm was gone at the shoulder. Grand Maester and pyromancers also appeared, and in the distance, hundreds of white-robed monks also appeared, walking towards the dragons...

The Mountain did not see Julie Clegane.

Julie Clegane and Anguy were both archers, and in this situation, Julie should have been the first to arrive. The eldest daughter Julie's loyalty and love for the Mountain exceeded her own life and soul! The Mountain could be said to be her everything!

Yet Julie did not appear! Anguy's divine arrows were invincible, despite his severed leg! But Julie... was gone... That must have been the most tragic battle!

Arianne Martell walked towards the Mountain, with bloodstains on her forehead and arms, and a large part of her hair broken off, the rest scattered and dirty, as if it had been permed and dyed in a garbage dump...

The Red Smoke Beast trotted to the Mountain's side, lowered its head, and touched the Mountain's arm with the sharp angle on its head...

Melisandre walked into the ruins, trying hard to pull out the ice sword inserted into the ground, but the ice sword did not move at all...

The Grand Maester and hundreds of pyromancers chanted in the distance, and the wildfire throughout the city slowly weakened, beginning to extinguish slowly... Only when the wildfire throughout the city was completely extinguished could the legions and people underground come out...

In the sky, the gray mist dispersed, and sunlight shone down...

Lady Doreah Quentyn walked to the Thief of Sheep's side, pressed her hands on the wound on his chest, and began to chant... Healing, blood witches were the best... far surpassing the Septon...

The Mountain walked to Doreah Quentyn's side, stroking the Thief of Sheep with both hands, and whispered silently in Doreah Quentyn's ear without moving his lips... Arianne stood beside the Mountain, unable to hear what the Mountain and Lady Doreah Quentyn were saying.

The Three-Eyed Raven did not appear until the end of the battle, but the Mountain knew that the Three-Eyed Raven must be watching everything here from the sky... But the Three-Eyed Raven could not hear the Mountain's whispers... just as he could not窥视the Mountain's thoughts!

*

The ruins of Winterfell were covered with military tents, stretching for dozens of miles, covering Winterfell and the winter town. Military tents could not block the cold in winter, but on this night, the cold and snowstorms all disappeared, and there was laughter and cheers everywhere, with the noise of drinking games resounding through the night sky.

The night sky was also lit up by torches and bonfires, half of the sky was red!

The Night King was killed, and the wights and White Walkers were cleared, a great victory for the allied forces!

In each tent, jokes unsuitable for children were endless!

The underground of Winterfell was storing a lot of food and wine. The Stark family had stored more than ten years of grain—this was the most basic condition for the Northmen to survive winter.

The Reach's grain and supplies were also transported from underground, piled up like mountains!

The only fly in the ointment was that the allied forces had lost their warhorses!

The Mountain's elite cavalry were all warhorses from Crab Claw Peninsula, all thoroughbred warhorses, the most ordinary and worst warhorses being a shoulder taller than the warhorses of the Seven Kingdoms.

Although they lost their warhorses, they no longer needed to provide feed and supplies for those ten thousand warhorses.

The Winterfell on the ground had become ruins, but the 'Winterfell' dug out underground would provide the Stark family and the Northmen with a place to keep out the cold in winter. Their food, clothing, housing, and transportation, if based on the living standards of ordinary people, would not be affected in any way.

The Northmen lived underground in winter. The Night's Watch had always spent the winter underground. If winter was ten years long, they would live underground for ten years. The snow on the ground would be more than ten feet thick.

The joy of victory filled the hearts of the soldiers and people. In this extremely cold night, no one felt cold. Everywhere was bustling, with clattering cups and plates, and songs and curses intertwined...

But in the crypt of the Stark family, hundreds of white candles as thick as a child's arm were lit, illuminating the dark crypt as if it were daytime.

Queen Mother Catelyn Tully sat here, a black altar in the middle of the crypt passage, on which Robb Stark's armor and long sword were enshrined. Queen Roslin Frey sat on the other side of the altar, neither woman with tears on their faces. Southern women who married into the North would quickly adapt to the qualities of the Northmen: sadness and tears were rarely seen by others...

Eddard Stark was not in the crypt. He was a tough guy who would not shed a tear for Robb. He was with the Mountain, Jaime, Littlefinger, Melisandre, Rattleshirt, and others... They needed to drink and revel with tens of thousands of allied soldiers...

A gray-robed maester entered silently: "Your Majesty the Queen Mother, Your Majesty the Queen, the King has a will that needs to be announced tomorrow."

There were guards at the crypt entrance, and maids not far away.

"Does Ned know?" Catelyn said, her voice hoarse. She called Eddard "Ned," an intimate term between husband and wife. The late King Robert also called Eddard Stark "Ned."

"I have already told Lord Eddard, Your Majesty the Queen Mother."

"Mother, can we... take a look first?... If... if there are words Robb left for me..." Roslin said in a low voice. She was Robb's wife, and she yearned for her husband to leave her even a few words.

Catelyn looked at Roslin's pregnant belly, and she looked at the maester without speaking.

"Your Majesty the Queen, this is a will regarding the right of succession to the throne. His Majesty the King instructed me before his death that he needs Your Majesty the Queen Mother, Your Majesty the Queen, Lord Eddard, Bran Stark, the Northern nobles, and Lord Gregor Clegane to be present when it is announced."

*

In a huge military tent, Jaime raised his wine glass and came to the Mountain's side: "Mountain, can I have a word with you alone?"

The Mountain was drinking heavily with a group of Westerlands generals. Under the long stone table, seven or eight capable generals had already fallen.

"Jaime, change to a big cup." The Mountain snatched the small horn cup from Jaime's hand and replaced it with a small basin. Jaime's face was awkward, and the generals burst into laughter... Landon Garner and Rattleshirt took the opportunity to stir up trouble, coming over to pour half a basin of wine for the Mountain and Jaime.

The Mountain stood up, picked up the small basin, and drank it all in one gulp. The wine flowed from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the Mountain's chest along his stubbly black beard.

Jaime said: "Mountain, if I drink any more, I'll throw up."

"Then go throw up!"

"I've already thrown up twice."

"Then throw up again!"

Whistles and jeers rang out in the tent, almost overturning it.

Under the eyes of everyone, Jaime picked up the small basin and drank it all in one breath, cheers erupting... Rattleshirt punched Jaime on the shoulder... knocking Jaime staggering... This was praise for Jaime's good drinking...

In a corner of the tent, Bran Stark watched all this with a calm expression, his wheelchair slowly turning, his servant pushing the wheelchair away from the tent...

Jaime and the Mountain arrived at a corner, a secluded spot with no one else around. The Mountain's personal Clegane henchmen were nowhere to be seen, all off drinking celebration wine.

"Did you kill my father? Mountain!" Jaime asked, looking at the Mountain, his tone flat.