I became the old one

Chapter 120 The Son of Death (for Subscription)

Krutenius' voice gradually faded into the turbulent wind and snow above Winterfell.

No one responded.

But Krutenes was able to see the fighting spirit and flames burning in the eyes of each dragonborn, and that was enough.

"Behind is our homeland, and we have nowhere to go."

Krutenes said one last sentence, and then took the lead, rushing towards the White Skeleton Demon Spider that had jumped onto the city wall.The remaining dragon descendants followed in the footsteps of the city lord and rushed forward.

The body shape of the White Skeleton Demon Spider is shaped like a millstone, with four sharp thorns on the left and right sides.

They don't spit out protein to weave their webs.But these monsters have jaws sharp enough to chew steel, and the ability to spit venom.

For Dragonborn.

White Skeleton Demon Spiders are quite formidable enemies.

There are weapons all over their bodies, and even the surface of their skin is covered with all kinds of poisonous spikes, and they will be injured if they don't pay attention.

Moreover, the toxin of the white skeleton demon spider can isolate the dragonborn from the perception and use of the power of the fire element. Many years ago, Donez, who had just arrived in Winterfell, was plotted against and fell under the city wall of Winterfell. , although he was finally rescued by the old city lord at the time, Donez fell into a disabled situation for a long time after that.

It is also in this desperate situation.

It was Donez who developed the practice method of tempering the blood.

Today, this path of practice has gradually spread with the expansion of the Dragonborn Kingdom. Dragonborns not only study runes to learn how to use their innate fire power.

At the same time, they will continue to try to dig out the hidden treasures in their blood.

Compared with researching runes, the latter is more difficult.

It requires not only wisdom, but also perseverance.

Even with millions of dragon descendants as the base, there are very few existences who can master this kind of skill, and so far there is only one person who can practice to the point of great success.

For the dragon descendants of Winterfell, in this situation, the White Skeleton Demon Spider is simply a natural enemy.

Moreover, these monsters in front of them are even bigger than the records.

Also more powerful.

The powerful spider legs pierced deeply into the thick ice covering the city wall, and then quickly rose as if walking on flat ground, and appeared on the city wall in an instant, fighting with the dragon descendants guarding here .

As time passed, the battlefield began to spread towards the inner city.

Fortunately, Winterfell is a fortress built entirely for war, and almost every dragon born here is a natural warrior.

They relied on the messy buildings, alleyways, various fortifications, etc. in the city to fight with those huge spiders. Compared with the hand-to-hand combat that took place on the city wall, the wars that broke out in the city even had to be fought by the dragon descendants. It has some advantages.

From children to the elderly.

Every dragonborn is fighting the enemy bravely.

The city has not experienced a major war for hundreds of years, and even Hispania once considered whether Winterfell could deal with a sudden attack.

And now.

Krutenes used his actual actions to prove the bravery and strength of the soldiers.

In this way, the war on Winterfell lasted for three days and three nights.

Every minute and every second, under the attack of hordes of monsters, there are brave warriors giving their lives, but the flames are always burning in the city, resisting the cold and snow from the north.

until the dawn of the fourth day.

Scarred and exhausted, Krutenes, whose hair armor was covered in blood and soaked in blood, stood up from the city wall unsteadily.

The cold sunlight fell on his body, he raised his head, and his vision was full of overlapping phantoms.

His mouth was very dry, and the last trace of strength in his body was almost drained by him.

At this time, even the simple action of standing up and raising his head.

For Krutenes, it also takes all of his strength and will to barely complete it.

In Nuoda city, there are corpses everywhere, some corpses are still fresh, while others have been frozen in the wind and snow for a long time, and only an outline can be barely seen.

Crutenes wanted to find a living in the city.

However, he couldn't do it.

I could only see some standing figures on the battlefield, they were motionless, like monuments standing upright, I don't know whether they are dead or alive.

"The enemy, disappeared..."

Krutenes pushed away the corpse of the monster in front of him, looked out of the city wall, and found that the ice field was clear and white, like a mirror that had been carefully wiped in the palace.

"No! Not yet!"

Krutenes found traces of monsters in the distance.

It's just that they knelt down on the ground, motionless, like snowdrifts everywhere on the ice field.Coupled with the fact that Krutenes was in a bad state at this time, they were ignored at the very beginning.

"Why, are they kneeling here?" Krutenes murmured in a low voice.

Followed by.

The answer to the matter appeared.

Rumble!
The roaring thunder rolled from the end of the ice sheet, the dark clouds gathered into a vortex, and the north wind mixed with ice and snow turned into a huge white tide, spreading to the end of the line of sight, boundless.

And at the forefront of this force is an incomparably stalwart figure.

He looks at least 500 meters high, and looks like a white giant ape covered with thick hair. He has a majestic body and exudes an amazing sense of strength.

The giant came with the north wind and ice and snow, and the fierce monsters knelt down beside the giant.

Every time he took a step, the ground trembled twice.

In just a few breaths, the giant appeared in front of the city wall.

"Gosh..."

Krutenes stood precariously. He was standing on the city wall more than 300 meters high, just in time to see the eyes of the monster.

Those pale eyes, almost the size of Krutenes.

The indifferent pupils were full of majesty, and they were shrinking slightly at this time, as if they had noticed the little life that was trying to block him.

"You've managed to persist until now, and you've done well, although it doesn't make any sense." The giant said calmly, "My name is Anglaron, son of Death. Your god is about to be completely destroyed, and my father will rule the land." Land, now I can give you a chance to embrace the cold and gain a new life."

"Pooh!"

Krutenes was too weak to speak, but he did his best to spit into the monster's eyes.

"madness!"

A trace of anger appeared on the monster's face.

The huge palm was pressed down like a giant crushing machine.

The air suddenly froze, and then there was a loud roaring sound. The thousand-year-old city wall of Winterfell shattered like tofu in front of the giant.

(End of this chapter)