The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 367 Return of the Night King
As the news spread that the elven lord had reappeared in Westeros, the governors of Pentos, who were dissatisfied with Viserys' claim to be king without authorization, also got the news, and they all began to gather secretly.

After all, although they were willing to support each other's return to the Iron Throne, this does not mean that they will allow Viserys to be king in the continent of Essos.

After all, the trade in Pentos is their basic business, and the puppet prince who is in charge of controlling the country is also very easy to use. There is no need to add a stupid Viserys to his head!

"Ahem, honorable governors, I think you should already know the news that the elf lord has returned to Westeros. What do you think about it?"

In a secret underground clubhouse in Pantos, several obese governors of Pantos were gathered around the round table, and one of the prestigious old men was the first to raise his wine glass and ask:

"Viserys has proved that he is just a useless waste, and our allies on the Iron Throne have not heard from us for a long time. Is it still necessary to continue to help each other?"

"Pure passer-by, let me say a few words of fairness. Haven't the headquarters earned less through the trade of elf goods in the past few years? These are much more than the investment in supporting Viserys!"

"But Illyrio doesn't seem to be willing to give up on Viserys, saying that he is going to contact Ma Wang to discuss the marriage. Will it be a little bad for us to do so?"

"Come on, the entire Essos continent has not heard any news about the Dothraki for several years. Who knows where they went?"

……

Holding their wine glasses, the governors kept complaining about the past deeds of the 'Beggar King', without concealing their disdain for Viserys and emotion for Illyrio.

A wandering prince who is willing to sell his crown in order to survive, or even marry his sister to a barbarian in order to obtain an army, is not worth their efforts to please.

If it wasn't because Illyrio thought that the other party was a rare commodity, they wouldn't let such a rude guy appear in the city of Pentos.

"It's not good! Now there are biting lunatics everywhere in the city, everyone hurry up and find a place to hide!"

"A biting lunatic? I think you are crazy. Now the governors are discussing the meeting inside. Who allows you to scream so presumptuously here?"

"What I said is true. It is snowing outside now. Have you ever seen such a ghostly weather? This must be the end of the world!"

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Just as the governors were having a good time talking and drinking, suddenly there were bursts of horrified screams from outside the hidden clubhouse, accompanied by surprised questions from the guards of the clubhouse.

The governors didn't care about the changes that happened outside the clubhouse. After all, as the guards said, this is probably just a small probability event, maybe it's just a group of addicts addicted to narcotics.

However, with the passage of time, the noise on the street outside the clubhouse not only did not gradually subside due to the intervention of the guards, but even tended to intensify!

Some governors with keen hearing even heard the sound of swords and screams. The situation of gradually losing control made them feel a little restless, so they got up and shouted outside:

"What the hell is going on, and why hasn't the commotion outside been resolved?"

"The situation is very bad, my lords, the situation outside the streets seems to be out of our control, please be prepared to evacuate!"

Hearing the slightly flustered voices of the guards from outside, the governors who were still preparing to drink and have fun immediately couldn't get out of the room in dissatisfaction, and then cursed subconsciously:

"What a bunch of trash. We spend so much real money every year to train you to fight, not to let you say that you can't solve the problem when you encounter problems!"

In their view, the riots in the city are nothing more than a group of soldiers or thugs who have taken crazy drugs are causing riots, and they only need to meet the needs of both sides to calm things down.

Take money to eliminate disasters, no shame!
However, when they came out of the clubhouse and saw the situation on the street for themselves, they realized that their attendants did not seem to be lying:

I saw that the originally luxurious streets in the city of Pentos are now full of bright red, countless disgusting body fragments and bloody internal organs are scattered all over the place, and ominous white snow is also falling in the sky.

You must know that Pantos is a seaport city, surrounded by endless deserts and a few oases, not to mention snow, even the chance of rain is very rare!
Faced with this situation, the old governor who was in charge of presiding over the meeting took the initiative to come to the wounded guards and asked in a kind tone:
"You are the soldiers at the bottom of the clubhouse, can any of you explain to me what's going on in the city now?"

"It's like this. When we were standing guard, we heard a commotion coming from the gate of the city. Immediately afterwards, we saw several pale-faced citizens suddenly throwing themselves on the surrounding pedestrians and starting to tear them apart.

We thought it was just an addict who used too much sesame powder, so we didn't pay much attention to it. Who knew that there were more and more addicts like this, so we were so scared that we quickly blocked the first floor and escaped. "

Speaking of this, the faces of the other soldiers around also showed a look of lingering fear, obviously feeling very afraid of those crazy monsters.

The governors, on the other hand, poked their heads out of the window sills in amazement, and they saw all kinds of chaos in the streets and alleys of the city.

Because this secret clubhouse was built in a high tower with a height of more than ten floors, they could see that there were fleeing crowds everywhere in the city, as well as some lunatics who were knocking people down and biting them.

They could even see a poor man fall at the door of the clubhouse, and then he was drowned in the crowd by the crazy people behind him, and the governors seemed to be able to hear the sound of teeth chewing flesh and blood!

"what the hell is it?"

Seeing such a strange scene, even the experienced old governor couldn't help but soften his feet, and then leaned against the wall blankly, looking at the city that had fallen into purgatory on earth.

He could see that some town defenders were trying to restore order, but those fearless monsters let their sharp spears and bows pierce their bodies, and finally succeeded in throwing those soldiers to the ground.

Where did these monsters come from and what do they want to do?
And the clothes of these monsters and the scimitars in their hands...how could they be so similar to the Dothraki who have disappeared for several years?
Seeing the monsters outside the clubhouse that were constantly hunting and killing living people, the old governor only felt that his brain seemed to be overloaded. Obviously, the lack of information made him full of doubts.

"The White Walkers! They must be the White Walkers who were expelled from Westeros by the elves a few years ago. I once heard those merchants from King's Landing mention this undead monster!"

At this moment, a governor who had participated in the elf commodity trade suddenly thought of something, and then stood up from the ground a little excitedly, and said to the people around:

"It is said that the elf lord and his army first landed on the continent of Westeros from the distant land of Eternal East, and then a war broke out with the White Walkers dormant in the glacier, and finally forced the other party to flee Westeros!

The reason why they appeared in Essos this time must be because they heard the news that the elf lord had returned to the continent of Westeros. Because they were timid about the elf lord, they would kill Pantos! "

Rumbling--

Along with the governor's desperate cry, the dark clouds in the sky also began to emit deafening thunder, as if he was swearing his anger and arrival to this city that had never been hit by ice and snow.

At this moment, those 'monsters' who were eating corpses in the city subconsciously opened their pupils emitting blue light, and their dull eyes slowly turned to the most luxurious manor in the city.

That is the manor that Illyrio gave to Viserys and Daenerys, and it is also the dragon's lair where three little dragons live!
That's right, these bloodthirsty monsters that are killing and destroying in the city of Pentos are a native product from Westeros - ghouls!
"The cold god's prophecy is indeed correct. The elf democracy has returned to the continent of Westeros. You must hurry up and bring those three underage dragons back to me!"

On a certain ice and snow wasteland outside the city of Pentos, the Night King, who had been away for a long time, was riding a ferocious ice spider to give orders to the White Walkers under him, intending to lead more troops into the city.

Although he has only just come to this strange continent for only a few years, he did not waste the short vacuum period when Rohan left the continent of Westeros:

What was following behind him at this moment was a terrifying sea of ​​corpses that covered the sky and the sun!
The army of millions of ghouls is rushing towards the city gate of Pantos mightily at this moment. Looking down from the sky, the dense sea of ​​corpses looks like a huge mouth of an abyss that is about to engulf this poor city.

Even the Night King seemed to be amazed by his huge army of undead. A faint smile appeared on his once icy face and he shouted:

"Forward, my army!"

Since he was defeated by Rohan in the land of eternal winter, the Night King led the few remaining elite ghosts under his command, and fled Westeros with difficulty in an ice ship.

When he was about to arrive in the continent of Essos, the Night King, who had always been good at thinking, summed up his failure experience along the way, and finally highlighted a rather self-deceiving conclusion:

The reason why he was defeated was not because his strength was too weak, but because the enemy was too strong!
Rohan's elf army is an army with no shortcomings in structure and organization, but his subordinates are just a bunch of brainless undead creatures, so it is difficult to win on the frontal battlefield.

After all, even a thousand newly transformed ghouls could only last less than 2 minutes under the elf's flamethrower on the battlefield, and eventually turned into fly ash and floated in the air.

With such asymmetric weapons and equipment, it has become an impossible reality to defeat Rohan on the frontal battlefield, and the success rate of even a sneak attack is almost negligible.

Under such circumstances, the Night King, who was at the end of his rope, simply chose to give it a go. He came to the holy city of the Dothraki alone, and transformed everyone into ghouls by himself!
Tens of thousands of Dothraki were all reduced to zombies under his command, and even their sturdy horses were also transformed into undead war horses by him with cold god magic, and became the mounts of ghouls.

Under the attack of such a fearless and tireless undead cavalry, almost all the Dothraki were reduced to his undead cavalry, allowing the traces of ice and snow to cover the entire grassland!
However, in the face of such an extraordinary achievement, the Night King, who was defeated by Luohan's sword, was not satisfied at all. He knew that he was no match for Luohan with this straggler, so he embarked on a terrifying road of expansion. trip:

Countless trading city-states and slave city-states were all covered in ice and snow. Most of them could only tremble under the aftermath of the Dothraki, so it was even more difficult to parry when facing the undead cavalry.

Relying on this cruel method similar to catching fish from the river, tens of millions of innocent lives were all killed by the ghoul's sharp blades and teeth, and replaced by a group of brave undead warriors!

At the same time, the Night King is also very aware of the gap in equipment between him and the elves, so he still retains some blacksmiths and craftsmen who understand industry and let them stay to make weapons:

The once brave and fearless Valyrians and Andals have all become ghoul warriors with shields and battle axes. The relatively thin slave ghouls can use slings and shortbows to provide some insignificant things for the frontline soldiers. remote support.

Regardless of men, women, young or old, tall or short, fat or thin, even many mummified corpses that had been locked in the tomb for hundreds of years were all summoned by him and became part of this mighty army.

Although compared with Rohan's army equipped with muskets and all kinds of terrible explosives, an army that is simply put together like him seems to have no combat effectiveness at all, but the terrifying quantity is enough to cause a qualitative change:
This is an army of undead with a scale close to tens of millions. In this low-magic world without any physical gods and magical creatures, this terrifying force is enough to destroy the world!

"It's not enough, it's not enough. Only giant dragons can fight against giant dragons. I need more giant beasts and battle crossbows to deal with those damn flying dragons for me!"

Seeing the army of undead pouring into the city of Pentos, the Night King, whose consciousness had returned to reality, withdrew the smile on his face, and then looked at Pentos in the distance with a serious face.

There, rests his last hope!

　PS: Cold, sunburn, infection and inflammation, allergies, these four diseases all came to me at the same moment. These days, I feel that I am going to become a chaotic egg, and I have to go to the hospital to get an injection in the buttocks , so every time I write recently, I am very out of state, please forgive me...

　　
　
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