Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day.

Chapter 669 Army of the Dead
Westerly, Casterly Rock.

Towering cliffs and steep castles built against the mountains.

"Hiss... Ga..."

The sharp dragon roar echoed for a long time, and a snake-like scarlet dragon climbed on the steep city wall.

The guards below turned pale and their hands holding their weapons were shaking.

Inside the castle, the magnificent hall.

Damon held the Dark Sister in his hand and whispered, "I heard someone was sick, but it doesn't look like it?"

"Your Highness, please calm down."

A young and handsome knight clenched the hilt of his sword and stared at Damon's feet nervously.

"Oh, do I look impulsive?"

Damon tilted his head, and the Dark Sister pressed against the neck of the person at his feet.

Jason Lannister's face was pale, he lay stiffly on the floor with his hands raised above his head.

A cold Valyrian steel sword was pressed against his throat, and a huge foot stomped mercilessly on his chest.

When I looked up, I saw Damon's stern face.

What bad luck, forgetting the rules of the dissolute prince who acts without scruples.

I wanted to use warm hospitality to cover up my mistake of not doing anything.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they met, he was kicked to the ground and stepped on, which severely bruised his self-esteem.

"Am I being reckless, Master Jason?"

Damon lifted the chin of the man under his feet with the tip of his sword, his expression half smiling.

"No, of course not."

Jason shook his head repeatedly, not daring to admit it.

Afraid that the other party might suddenly do something bad, he forced himself to smile funny.

"Look, Sir Adrian."

Daemon looked at the only young knight who dared to challenge him, and said with a playful smile: "I come here in friendship. I am a friend of the Lannister family."

He lifted his foot and released the shivering Jason.

Jason was as if he had been pardoned, and he crawled behind the guard.

Adrian Petik quickly drew out his sword and stood in front of Damon who was walking slowly.

"Don't be nervous. If I want to kill someone, you can't stop me."

Damon put away the Dark Sisters and moved a chair to sit down.

Adrian frowned, not believing a word of it.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a long dragon roar suddenly came from outside.

It was mixed with endless hostility, as if warning the people in the castle.

Damon listened attentively, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

The arrogant posture of the big horse and golden sword shows that he doesn't take ordinary people seriously at all.

"Your Highness, what brings you here?"

Arian gritted his teeth and asked knowingly.

Jason was hiding behind, his messy blond hair hanging in front of his forehead.

"The Kingdom Alliance has already arrived in the North, why is the West so slow to send troops?"

Damon went straight to the point, his face darkening, "Seeing you today, Lord Jason is not ill as you wrote in the letter?"

When he arrived, the other party was still drinking and visiting prostitutes.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have trampled it underfoot and humiliated it.

"We will send troops as soon as possible, right now!"

Adrian knew he couldn't avoid it, so he tugged at the Duke's sleeve.

Jason was in a daze for a moment, and agreed repeatedly: "Yes, yes, send troops from Golden Tooth City."

Damon looked at the king and his ministers quietly, his eyes narrowed slightly: "This is the first time, next time Dragon Flame will talk to you."

With a bang, he put his hands on the armrests of the chair and stood up.

The dark suit makes him look very capable, and his long silver-gold hair falls naturally.

Everyone present was silent, watching the slim figure leave in a swift and decisive manner.

Outside the castle.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Korakxiu stretched out his neck, opened his sharp dragon mouth and let out a long cry, then flapped his wide fleshy wings and flew into the air.

With its two tiny hind legs spread out to its flanks, it leaped off the high cliff and dived.

The endless clouds and mist were layered on top of each other, but the scarlet dragon broke through the barrier.

Under the gaze of the arrogant Westerlanders, the scarlet color disappeared in the hazy mist in an instant.

……

The Great Wall, to the north.

The rustling sound of stepping on the snow.

A small team moved forward slowly.

Grey Worm was wearing black armor, and his resolute olive face was covered with frostbite from the wind and frost.

"How long do we have to go?"

A tall giant wrapped like a bear spoke in a muffled voice, his rough hands pulling the reins of a mammoth.

"Almost there, wait a moment."

The giant Nunu carried his newly acquired warhammer on his back and turned to look at his tribesmen.

There were eight giants in total, six big and two small, all wrapped in thick animal skins, dragging wooden boards full of supplies.

The two mammoths were also covered with animal skins, straw and other sundries, and were tied with hemp ropes as they walked in the team.

These are all her people, living in the freezing cold cave.

Soon, they will be able to live inside the Great Wall.

"Okay, it's up to you."

The tall giant didn't have much brains, so he quieted down after getting the answer.

The rest of the giant compatriots were more like mutes, grunting the entire time as they traveled.

Rob rode on a skinny warhorse and turned to communicate with Grey Worm: "We have notified more than a dozen free tribes, but we still haven't seen any trace of the White Walkers."

"Wait a second."

Grey Worm's eyes were determined, and he was unwilling to disobey the king's order.

Seeing this, Robert sighed secretly.

Thanks to the help of the giant Nunu, the free people outside the wall did not tear them apart.

But the White Walkers are a legendary species, so it’s not easy to see them.

I looked up at the dark sky and thought to myself that another snowstorm was about to come.

If they don't return to the Great Wall before then, they will probably have to give up.

"Ouch~~"

As soon as the thought came to my mind, a shrill wolf howl was heard in the distant forest.

Rob perked up and immediately took down his longbow: "Something's going on."

The archer's nature took effect, and his sharp eyes stared at the forest covered with snow. "Don't be nervous, it might be a wolf pack hunting."

As Grey Worm said this, he also took off his spear and round shield.

The giant Nunu sniffed with his nose pouting, his expression slightly changed: "No, it's not an ordinary wolf, it's the cry of a dire wolf."

"Diewolf?"

The dozen or so humans in the team were all shocked; they had never seen such a giant wolf before.

Like the white deer, giants, and shadow mountain cats, they are all legendary creatures.

"Ouch~~"

The bushes at the edge of the forest rustled and the howling of wolves became sharper.

puff-

As everyone was alert, a giant snow-white wolf jumped out of the bushes and ran madly as if it was escaping.

The direwolf is a solitary creature, but its hunting ability is at the top of the food chain.

The enemy was so terrifying that he was scared and fled away.

"Everyone on alert, it could be the Thenns!"

Rob shouted and immediately drew his bow and arrow.

The Thenns are a special group among the free folk, and also the most notorious group.

The cruelty and bloodthirstiness in their bones make them choose their own kind as the first choice of food.

However, there were no bone arrows or whistles in the forest, and everything was silent.

The snow-white direwolf ran wildly towards the south, completely ignoring the blood flowing from its hind legs.

The invisible pressure doubled and fell on the hearts of everyone in the group.

Robert and Grey Worm stared at the forest intently, not daring to let their guard down.

The giants took out their wooden sticks as weapons and slowly retreated, dragging the wooden boards.

But the beings in the forest obviously didn't want them to retreat.

Smoothly...

There was a sudden and violent sound of footsteps on the snow, as if thousands of troops were galloping wildly.

The forest was completely silent, with only the rustling of leaves in the cold wind.

It seems like there are ghosts hiding in it, scaring passers-by.

"Be careful, everyone evacuate slowly."

Grey Worm is an excellent fighter and knows when to retreat.

Rumbling--

Suddenly, the bushes at the edge of the forest were flattened, and countless rotten and frozen figures rushed out.

"It's a dead person!"

Gray Worm's eyes widened as a bone-chilling cold surged through his body.

"Roar..."

First, several dead men dressed as savages rushed over with roars, their ferocious faces were deathly gray, and their blue eyes were filled with weirdness.

"It's the zombies. They are here to eat people."

The giant Nunu spoke angrily and took out his huge war hammer.

boom!
Two dead men rushed in front of him and the hammer, which was as tall as a person, smashed him into pieces.

The remaining power scared away the approaching zombies, and the giant's roar resounded through the sky.

Gadagada...

next second.

The corpse that was lying on the ground turned its joints and stood up suddenly with twisted limbs, and pounced again as if nothing had happened.

The giant Nunu was not careful and was knocked to the ground by the zombie.

“Roar!…”

The zombies roared continuously and swarmed forward like ants.

"Help, rescue Nunu."

Grey Worm's expression changed drastically, and he swung his spear and pierced a wight's chest.

puff!
A magical scene happened. The White Walker, who could not be killed even by a warhammer, suddenly froze and his body disintegrated like a building block.

Grey Worm was stunned on the spot, and belatedly looked at the spear head polished with dragon crystal.

"It's dragon crystal. Dragon crystal can kill White Walkers!"

Grey Worm suddenly became excited, and he danced with his spear so tightly that no one could penetrate it, and he forged a bloody path.

The others followed suit and took out dragon crystal daggers to fight.

The giants had no dragonglass weapons to hand, but huge wooden clubs were the best blunt weapons.

With one hit from the stick, it's hard not to crush the corpse.

"Roar, everyone, come here, Nunu."

Hundreds and thousands of zombies failed to take effect immediately. The giant Nunu got up angrily, grabbed the zombies crawling up and down his body with both hands and threw them out randomly.

The two corpses fell to the ground like stones, immediately causing a large amount of snowflakes to fall.

The stiff body was torn into pieces and trampled under the feet of swarms of zombies.

"Go, throw away everything!"

Grey Worm shouted loudly and took off the bags from the young giant and the mammoth.

"Hiss~~"

A dozen Unsullied, Night's Watch, and Sons members jumped onto the mammoth and used its sharp tusks to clear a path.

"Let's go too."

Grey Worm protected Rob, the archer, and hid from the giants' chaotic footsteps.

The army of zombies was like mosquitoes that could not be driven away, surrounding them and biting them madly.

The situation became increasingly critical. The giant Nunu swung his warhammer in one hand and picked up Grey Worm and Rob with the other.

He kicked the shriveled arms, kicked away the zombie that was tripping him, and ran away.

"Xuxu~~"

Just then, a hoarse horse neigh came from a distance.

In an instant, the beast-like army of zombies suddenly stopped, as if they had received an order.

Grey Worm broke out in a cold sweat and crawled out of the giant's arms to check.

At the edge of the forest, deep pits were trampled in the snow.

In front of the group of people, a rotten warhorse appeared, carrying a pale strange man.

The weirdo had a blank expression on his face. He held the reins with one hand and slowly raised the other.

He looked like the commander of a large army of zombies.

"..."

The weirdo opened his mouth and a silent command came out.

"Roar..."

The army of zombies suddenly became agitated, and thousands of pairs of ice-blue eyes flashed eerie light.

(End of this chapter)