Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 153 Capture the Bend
The cries of battle were loud, and the Ibans were furious, and rushed to the invaders' battle formation again. Even Segal Sigwald couldn't stop them, but their onslaught couldn't break through the Dothraki. front.

On the other side, the Dothraki spearmen supporting the tower shield had cold eyes, guarded against them, and mercilessly stuck out their bloody spear points, launching repeated and boring counterattacks.

The Iban people were suppressed back again, completely scattered, they were helpless, they stood there screaming and insulting, and then retreated, leaving only a mass of black corpses in front of the tower shield.

At this moment, a cruel smile appeared on the face of the supervisor, and he shouted coldly:
"Archers step forward!"

The tower shield, which was as tight as a steel city wall, seemed to have sprouted countless city gates. It opened with a bang, and hundreds of forest walkers holding longbows stood out.

Guan Ling's eyes shone with excitement, and the excited voice resounded on the coast, vibrating back and forth like the horn of victory.

"shoot!"

The feud between the forest walkers and the Ibans is very deep. Their arrows flashed like cold flames in the sun, and each archer's heart was filled with murderous intent that would not give up until all the Ibans were slaughtered.

They bent their bows and set up arrows, aiming at the Iban people who had just gathered together, they fired all the arrows, and thrust the rain of arrows full of hatred into the body of their old enemy. In a short time, blood stained every inch of the land on the half slope .

"attack!"

Nearly a thousand Dothraki spearmen immediately dropped their tower shields, pulled out their scimitars, and rushed out of the beach with deafening shouts of killing. Under the cover of archers, they charged towards the enemy formation on the hillside.

The Iban who retreated to the top of the slope panicked and fled in all directions. Segel hurriedly sent the most elite reserve army into battle to meet the offensive.

Just when he thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, a terrifying cry came from beside him.

"Fire, it's on fire."

As if struck by lightning, Segel was stunned for a moment. He slowly turned to look south, and the raging fire dyed the river bend red, which was where the Sigwald family gathered.

At this moment, he couldn't help lowering his head to hide the tears in his eyes. He had heard many poems praising war, and he always understood what would happen after a defeat.

But when you actually experience it, you can understand how hopeless this feeling is, but there is not so much time to make the Iban people sad.

The Dothraki leader also saw the fire situation in the river bend, and he understood that the war had reached the key to determining the final outcome.

He shouted, ordering the whole army to charge, and the exciting sight swept away the Dothraki warrior's depression.

"Dothraki, go, go!"

The leader held a scimitar and charged side by side with the soldiers, wanting to have a decisive battle with the enemy. The wild roar was accompanied by their unstoppable aura, like a black tide surging from the coast, violently and fiercely rolling forward .

The attackers were counterattacked, and the Iban who had led the offensive were forced to form a shield defense, but they could only barely resist the first wave of violent counterattacks from the terrifying black tide, and soon their lines were torn apart.

The Dothraki used their height and strength to charge into the formation, and the Iban formation was completely broken up. They were either hacked to death or fled in all directions.

At this time, even though Segel was noble and intelligent, his role was insignificant. The anger and hatred in his heart eventually turned into fear and powerlessness.

All kinds of frustration and despair, like a stone thrown from the mountain, hit his head heavily, and he fell to the ground with a bang, losing consciousness.
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When Segel regained his senses, he was still lying on the ground at the top of the slope, the sky above his head was cloudless and the sun was shining, but he felt a little cold, shivering all over, as if he had fallen into icy water. But his head felt like it was on fire.

"I don't know what's going on now?" He said to himself, turned his head and looked around with all his strength.I saw a group of intruders holding huge axes, harvesting the heads of the dead and dying wounded on the battlefield.

He wanted to roar, but he couldn't make a sound. He stood up in pain, and in an instant, the scene in front of him made his head clear.

Looking around, there was a dead silence everywhere, no shouts or conversations, the air was full of bloody smell, and there were no surviving Ibans on the entire hillside.

Suddenly, he found a strong man with a huge ax climbing up the hillside and walking towards him. He frantically touched his waist, but found nothing.

He looked for the ground, and there were no weapons nearby, and he shouted in a trembling voice:

"I am Seger Sigvald, son of Bern."

The man couldn't understand Iban's language, so he just stopped, holding the giant ax tightly, and staring at Segel.

Only then did he remember the identity and status he should get along with, and quickly raised his hands.

The strong man was quite strong, and easily knocked him down to the ground. It wasn't until the other party put down the giant ax and tied him up with ropes that the uneasiness in his heart was completely calmed down.

Soon after, Segel was dragged and dragged to a camp at the river bend, where all the Ibans were disarmed, with bruised noses and swollen faces, but no injuries.

"Segel!" came a shout full of surprise.

Hearing this familiar voice, Segel immediately turned his head to look. When he saw that his father was still alive, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, but his feverish mind prevented him from expressing his excitement at this time.

"Segel!"

Before he could respond, Bern Sigwald, whose hands were also tied, rushed over and shouted:

"I really didn't expect you to be alive! I really, I thought your luck had run out. This is really true. But don't worry about saying this for now. Just follow me."

He led Segel to a corner, and the Iban people around quickly surrounded them. He asked solemnly:

"You didn't reveal your identity!"

Segel looked at the clothes on his body, which he found randomly from the gathering place temporarily after he captured the water gate, then shook his head and replied:
"No, the intruder who brought me here doesn't understand the Iban language at all."

"That's good!" Bourne breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered: "It's almost, everything is irreparable. The war is cruel, and the invaders are taking revenge on those warriors who opened the water gate."

The conversation between the two didn't last long. A group of wooden men carrying longbows walked into the camp. The leader looked around and found the leader of the Sigwald family who was hiding among the captives.

He showed a cruel smile, pointed to Bourne, and said in the unproficient Iban language:
"You, come with me."

Bourne looked up at the other person and walked over calmly. While squeezing away the Iban people who were trying to protect him, he deliberately bumped his son hard and said in a low voice:
"Farewell, heir of the Sigwald family, you are my best child."

Segel's clenched fists were slowly loosened under his father's hopeful eyes. He suppressed all his emotions and watched Bourne walk out of the camp with the wooden man.

(End of this chapter)