Game of Thrones: Roar of the Dragon

Chapter 162 Fireflies, the City Falls
Squeak, squeak!

When the last Northern coalition soldier entered Winterfell, the east gate near the Winter Market was immediately closed.

In order to prevent the fearless army of zombies from charging, the East City Gate had four or five bolts and thigh-thick logs propped up behind the door.

Although the Northern Alliance's entry into the city was delayed for a long time, the army of zombies just stood there quietly until the flaming wall was extinguished.

Seeing that the White Walker army did not make any unusual movements, Duke Creggan's expression on the city wall eased a little.

He had previously followed Jacaerys to capture the Children of the Forest and learned many secrets from the King.

In addition, there is the magic of the sea hammer formed by the water of the Last River that we saw in the Last Hearth City.

He had already vaguely guessed that there were some extraordinary beings hidden in this ocean-like army of zombies.

But there were no rivers around Winterfell, so they couldn't use that water magic to break into the city.

If possible, the Northern Alliance would not have returned to Winterfell safely at this moment.

The wall of fire burned for about half an hour before it finally went out due to the exhaustion of fuel.

The long-awaited army of the dead immediately rushed towards Winterfell.

"Order the throwing troops to get ready and act according to my orders!"

Duke Creggan, who was personally commanding the battle, raised his hand high and asked the messenger to pass on his order.

The speed of the White Walkers charging at full speed is almost the same as that of humans, but they don't need to breathe and don't feel tired.

The distance that the Northern Alliance had taken a long time to retreat was only taken two or three minutes by them.

Even though the army of White Walkers was about to reach the city wall, Duke Creggan had no intention of launching an attack.

The army of the White Walkers soon arrived at the foot of the east wall of Winterfell and began to build a staircase of bones.

At this time, nearly one-third of the zombie army had entered the winter market.

"Now, throw the fireflies!"

Not until cold sweat broke out on the face of the Northern Earl on the city wall did Duke Creggan suddenly wave his hand and give the order to attack.

A messenger passed on his order, and twenty catapults were lined up inside the city wall of Dongcheng District.

Upon hearing the order, the Stark soldiers carefully loaded a special wooden barrel onto the catapult beside them.

Before firing the trebuchet, they quickly destroyed a fruit pattern embedded in the surface of the barrel.

Whoohoo!
These twenty specially made wooden barrels easily crossed the walls of Winterfell with a whistling sound, drawing a perfect parabola and flying towards the sky above the winter market outside the city.

But they are not used to attack the army of zombies!

Bang bang!
The explosive fruits embedded in the surface of the wooden barrels suddenly exploded in the air, blasting the barrels and igniting the fuel inside.

Ho-la, ho-la!
Countless flames like fireflies suddenly appeared in the sky outside the east city wall. They were very conspicuous and beautiful even in the daytime.

These beautiful and deadly fireflies fell on the army of zombies like raindrops, instantly igniting thousands of zombies.

To be honest, if it's just for this little bit of destructive power, it would be better to throw the explosive fruit directly to the place where the zombie army is most concentrated.

As mentioned before, these fireflies are not meant to attack the army of zombies.

I saw many fireflies landing on the roofs of the houses in the winter market.

Hoo ho ho!
These houses, which had been filled with fuel in advance, burst into flames in the blink of an eye.

In a short while, the entire winter market became a huge melting pot.

All the wights that fell into this furnace were burned to ashes in the raging flames.

Duke Creggan looked at the Winter Market that had turned into a sea of ​​fire and nodded with satisfaction.

Due to the limited number of explosive fruits, he did not dare to conduct a real experiment before. He just used wooden barrels to test the attack direction of the twenty catapults.

Now it seems that the effect is completely beyond Duke Creggan's imagination.

As the name suggests, Winterfell Market is a town specially built by the civilians of Winterfell to avoid the severe winter.

There were piles of wood collected and cut from the Wolf Forest.

If the previous flaming wall was just a small flame, then now the entire winter market is a big bonfire.

The fire grew more and more intense, and even the Northern Alliance troops on the east city wall could feel the high temperature.

Flame, flame!
Duke Creggan made full use of this White Walker nemesis when arranging his defensive fortifications.

"Is there another fire?
There is really no end to these cowardly humans!"

Among the army of zombies, Mint first cursed in a low voice, then turned around and asked Black Crow next to him,
"Great Black Crow and Green Prophet, this fire will probably take more than half a day to stop.

What should we do now? "

“Retreat first, and then continue the attack after the fire is extinguished.

In addition... the Green Seer will be invited here."

Hearing Black Crow's words, Mint was slightly stunned, and she said hesitantly: "The Green Seer has just woken up.

She may not even have adapted to that human body yet.

Is it really necessary to let her come?"

"Well, there are no rivers around Winterfell. And the Stark boys are very skilled in using fire.

I'm afraid there will be more flames waiting for those zombies later.

Therefore, asking the Green Seer to come over is the safest approach."

Black Crow did not directly order Mint to do things, but was very patient in training her.

Black Crow now serves as both the Green Prophet and the Night King.

With just a thought from him, tens of thousands of zombies immediately turned around and left.

Such a big commotion was naturally seen by the Northern nobles and soldiers on the walls of Winterfell.

"Alas, those damned corpses are retreating."

"Woohoo, we won!"

“Yes, good will prevail over evil.

We the living have won the final victory.”

One after another, cheers and discussions rang out on the east city wall.

The extremely tense atmosphere suddenly became cheerful and joyful.

Upon hearing this, Lord Desmond, who was trembling with fear just now, immediately sneered and said, "Haha, these dead men just escaped in such a disgrace?
The legendary army of death in the North is nothing more than this!

Humph, our Northern Alliance will be like the Night's Watch stationed at the Wall, blocking these dead men here and preventing them from moving any further south!"

Upon hearing this, Duke Creggan, who was looking at the army of zombies from afar, immediately spoke up to remind Earl Desmond.

“Lord Desmond, although we have burned many bodies, this is not the final victory.

Just think about it, how many corpses have been buried in the North over the past thousands of years?

Perhaps if this army of zombies goes out for a while, they will make up for today's losses and may even become even larger in scale.

So remember, this is a life-and-death battle.

We must be extremely vigilant and never let our guard down!"

“Well, we’re a little too relaxed right now.

The Duke is right. From now on, we will remain on alert. "After hearing this, Earl Desmond immediately replied to Duke Creggan with a respectful look on his face.

"Very good. I heard that the army of zombies never get tired, but we living people can't.

Now there is no need for everyone to stay here.

Rest in batches according to the previously planned method. Lord Desmond, you will arrange this matter."

"As ordered!"

Duke Creggan was very tactful. He used Earl Desmond as an example to crack down on other northern nobles who were obviously a little relaxed.

This method was immediately used to compensate Earl Desmond for being scolded in public.

Duke Creggan had no intention of going back to rest, and he immediately began to inspect the fortifications on the east city wall.

Seeing this, Earl Desmond, who had wanted to rest for a long time, immediately followed the family rotation model planned in advance and allowed the soldiers of other northern families to return to the spacious temporary camp in Winterfell to rest.

And his Mandalay family soldiers took up this first post.

Some smart northern nobles immediately understood what was going on, but Duke Creggan had already ordered Earl Desmond to arrange the matter.

They can only obey obediently.

After Earl Desmond finished arranging his guard duty, he immediately caught up with Duke Creggan and started to get closer to him.

Even when the army of the white walkers was at the gates of the city, humans still could not give up the right to conspiracy and deception.

The raging flames of the Winter Fair continued to burn until dusk, and the once prosperous town was reduced to a charred ruin.

But it doesn’t matter. Even if the town is destroyed, it can be rebuilt as long as people are still there.

If humans are defeated by the White Walkers, then no matter how prosperous the city is, it will be meaningless.

Oddly enough, although the army of the White Walkers left, the thick clouds in the sky still remained over Winterfell.

With the continuous heavy snowfall, the entire area near Winterfell turned into a world covered in silver.

The Duke of Creggan and the Earl of Desmond had their dinner on the ramparts, eating the same food as the soldiers on duty.

The actions of these two nobles immediately won the recognition and praise of the soldiers on duty.

After this battle, their reputation for wisdom may spread from the mouths of these soldiers.

Time passed quickly and soon it was late at night.

Although the North has not yet fully entered the long winter, even with many bonfires lit on the city walls, it still cannot block the biting cold wind at night.

Earl Desmond, who was old and could no longer bear it, found an excuse, went down the city wall, and returned to his comfortable room to rest.

I don’t know if it’s because of the thick clouds that are covering the falling snow, but the night is extremely dark today.

The soldiers on duty on the East Gate wall could only see the area illuminated by the bonfire, while the rest was completely dark.

Rustling!

There seemed to be countless dark shadows moving in the darkness, constantly approaching the east wall of Winterfell.

Ok?
Duke Creggan, who was dozing off in a thick fur blanket, opened his eyes and listened to something.

The sound in his ears became louder and louder, which made him immediately realize that something was wrong.

"Something's approaching, archers, light it with rockets!"

Duke Creggan's roar immediately alarmed the confused archers on the east city wall.

They were still not fully awake after hearing the order, and relied entirely on their body memory to complete actions such as lighting the fire, drawing the bow, and shooting.

shhhhhh!
Hundreds of specially made rockets suddenly pierced the inky black night, illuminating a small area below the Fangdong city wall.

I saw rows of terrifyingly dense White Walkers standing quietly under the city wall, as if waiting for some kind of order.

No, the sound is not made by them!
Looking at the army of zombies that had reached the bottom of the city wall at some point, Duke Creggan was no longer sleepy and woke up immediately.

But he took a quick look and realized something was wrong.

The sound in my ears was getting louder and louder, but the army of zombies outside the city didn't move at all.

"Snakes, snakes, lots of snakes!"

Suddenly, Duke Creggan heard a soldier scream behind him.

Then, behind him came the sound of arrows being shot and weapons being swung and chopped.

The snake-like black shadows spreading from the direction of Winterfell were instantly split into countless pieces.

But even so, those broken snake-like shadows could still move forward and entangle the hands and feet of the soldiers on duty.

It was not until then that Duke Creggan could see clearly with the help of the bonfire on the city wall.

This snake-like black shadow is not a snake at all, but a vine branch that is almost as thick as a snake.

They seemed to have life, entangling the soldiers on duty and either dragging them into the city or throwing them out directly.

"Use fire. Whether it's a plant or a snake, it's afraid of fire!"

As Duke Creggan shouted, the soldiers on duty who were frightened by the unknown creatures gradually calmed down.

They began waving torches and throwing matches from the brazier to ignite the vines.

Lord Cregan had already drawn the Stark family's ancestral Valyrian steel sword, Ice.

Swish swish!
The ice was wielded by Duke Creggan like a windmill.

Any vine or branch that dared to approach him was cut into several pieces by the sharp ice.

Moreover, the vines and branches that were cut by the ice stopped moving and returned to their normal state.

Crunch, crunch!
The mighty Duke Creggan suddenly heard a teeth-grinding creaking sound coming from under the city wall.

Below him was the city gate.

Without any hesitation, he waved the ice and led his personal guards towards the stairs of the city wall.

Bang bang bang!
There were continuous dull sounds, as if many heavy objects were falling to the ground.

When Duke Creggan walked down the city wall stairs to the ground, he saw a scene that horrified him.

The soldiers guarding the East Gate were tied up tightly with vines and branches.

The logs that were holding up the East City Gate had already been pulled to the ground by vines and branches.

And now, they actually lifted up several bolts behind the city gate.

"Do not!!!"

Looking at the door bolt that was pushed to the ground by vines and branches, it was completely too late for Duke Creggan to do anything but let out a desperate roar.

Bang!
Da da da!
The East City Gate was suddenly pushed open by the zombies crowded outside the city gate.

The army of the dead immediately poured into Winterfell like a tide.

To be honest, before this battle, Lord Creggan had thought of countless scenarios of Winterfell being attacked.

But I didn’t expect this one.

The combat power of the entire Northern Alliance was well preserved, but the city gate was broken.

It's a bit ironic, but it's the truth.

In less than a day, Winterfell was breached by the army of the White Walkers!
(End of this chapter)