Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 466 The Battle of the Long Night (Part 10)

Tywin's lips curled into a cold smile: "Then let the White Walkers see how a lion tears its prey apart."

Robert, already impatient, raised his warhammer: "Get out of the way, Dane! Unless you want to fight me first!"

Brandon drew his greatsword "Frost" and pointed it at Prince Arthur: "Sword of the Dawn, do not hesitate!"

The air froze for a moment, tensions rising.

Just as the conflict was about to erupt, the Golden King's roar stopped the boys' recklessness. Ragen leaped off the dragon's back. Even though he was seriously injured, the Golden King still tried his best to jump around Winterfell like a big turkey, and tirelessly asked Ragen to ride on his back.

His gaze swept over the three men, finally settling on Arthur Dayne's sword.

“No,” Ragen’s voice was low and firm, “they are right.”

Arthur frowned: "Lord Reigen, this is too risky—"

“So we need a new all-out offensive.” Regen turned to look at Barristan Selmy and Brynden Tully, who stood solemnly to the side. The former was the second son of the Selmy family, vassals of House Vareses, a young and valiant knight who had once been Regen’s squire. After the Battle of the Long Night began, he personally killed six White Walkers and was promoted to knight. The latter was the younger brother of Duke Hoster Tully, a knight of unparalleled skill. “Take six thousand knights and let them lead the charge, but you are responsible for keeping an eye on these three madmen.”

Barristan's cloak billowed in the wind as he nodded slightly: "As you command."

Blackfish Brynden Tully grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "Don't worry, I'll make sure they at least come back alive."

“No need for you two to trouble yourselves, we understand.” Tywin regained his politeness and composure. The three young men spurred their horses swiftly toward their designated charging positions.

The moment Vormisor destroyed the Ice Mage Lord's tower.

The charge began.

"charge--!"

Barristan Selmy's voice was as cold and hard as steel, and the hooves of six thousand iron cavalry thundered like lightning. After settling Sereria's body, Starsong and Sunbeam took to the air again, their dragonfire erupting and exploding in front of them, blasting a burning path through the ghoul horde.

No dead could withstand Barristan's charge. His lance was as precise as a spear of judgment, each thrust piercing the throat of a White Walker, the obsidian tip shattering the White Walker's body into ice shards upon contact.

"For Westeros!"

With his lance broken, Barristan drew his flaming sword and continued his charge.

A Night Knight, riding an ice spider, blocked his path, his icy longsword aimed straight for his throat. Barristan dodged to the side, severing eight of the spider's long legs with a backhand strike, then flung the Night Knight from his mount, sending him crashing heavily into the frozen earth.

No dead man can stop the “fearless” Barristan.

No dead man could stop Robert the Hammer, the madman who went toe-to-toe with Barristan, paving the way for the Iron Horse's advance.

The greatsword "Frost" felt weightless in Brandon Stark's hands, each strike ruthless and precise.

“Your heads could probably be used as chamber pots!” Brandon grinned, his sword slicing across the neck of a pale woman. As her beautiful head flew through the air, her icy face remained frozen in shock. The magic contained within the Valyrian steel rendered the pale woman unable to repair her body, leaving her only to face her death.

Another pale woman tried to freeze him with a spell, but before that, Brandon's warhorse had already died. Brandon had already rolled away to avoid it and thrust his sword into her chest with a backhand.

“Northerners don’t use magic, you bitch.” He grinned maliciously, twisting the hilt of his sword. “We only use our skills!”

A Umber family cavalryman led his new horse and charged to Brandon's side, restoring his young master's mobility.

The dragon riders swooped down from the sky, their dragonfire lashing the earth and creating two walls of fire on either side of the cavalry. The riders surged forward through the burning corridor, piercing the heart of the White Walker army like swords. Only when the enemy was gone did they realize they had carved their way across the entire battlefield. Barristan's white robes were stained with blood, Robert's warhammer dripped with a ghostly blue liquid, and Brandon's icy blade was covered in frost.

The three exchanged a smile, then turned and charged back into the enemy ranks. Suddenly, the northern horizon burst into flames.

It wasn't fire, but a golden light more dazzling than the midday sun in Dorne, cleaving the long night's gloom like a sword. Human warriors instinctively shielded their eyes, and even the dragons temporarily ceased their breath, turning to gaze at the sudden light.

"What is that?" Robert Baratheon's warhammer hovered in mid-air, his rugged face bathed in golden light.

A thunderous roar answered the young lord of Stormland.

Six ankylosaurs, clad in bronze armor, strode heavily into the battlefield. The massive, tower-like obsidian devices on their backs emitted a sharp, piercing hum. At the top of these towers, a mirror-like surface gleamed with dazzling, incandescent light.

In an instant, six beams of blazing white light burst forth from the device, like six sharp spears, piercing straight into the heart of the White Walker army.

Wherever the beam of light passed, the ghouls instantly carbonized, and the ice spiders evaporated into a foul-smelling mist. A Night Knight tried to block it with his ice crystal shield, but the moment he came into contact with the beam, he and his shield turned into a transparent glass statue, which then shattered into millions of pieces.

The human camp was completely silent; even the bravest knights stood frozen in place.

“Dawn Machines.” Dan recalled with some emotion the scene of his meeting with the Lizardmen’s Toad Lord. The old man had been drinking the Lizardmen’s fine wine at the Black Stone Pyramid and had seen these “Dawn Machines” under the Toad Lord’s guidance.

Their other name might be more familiar to people.

Messenger of Light.

The six Dawn Machines that the Lizardmen still possess are messengers of light forged by their ancient ancestors from the last century during the last long night.

Even though it wasn't these Dawn Machines that ultimately silenced the Song of Ice, these weapons still possessed unimaginable power.

Just as the White Walker lines were torn apart by the sunlight, the last lizardmen cavalry launched their charge.

The charging ranks of war dinosaurs and spiny dragons shattered the frozen earth, followed by lizardmen soldiers clad in feathered crests and gold and obsidian armor. But in the battles that traversed half the world and destroyed the White Walkers' hatcheries, the lizardmen army was dwindling.

"For our ancestors! For Sothros!"

The ancient peoples plunged into the routed army of Others like sharp knives.

A Tyrannosaurus Rex bit the nose of a wight mammoth, its venom instantly causing the behemoth's body to fester. A lizardman assassin's obsidian spear pierced the eye socket of a White Walker with pinpoint accuracy. A Spinosaurus spewed flames, and a Wyvern roared as it charged back and forth through the wight horde.

But the price was heavy; for every hundred steps forward, a colossus fell. Their flesh froze under the ice magic, their scales peeled off in the cold wind. Yet not a single tyrannosaurus retreated, until all the colossi were engulfed in the pile of corpses. All the lizardmen met their inevitable end in the carnage with the dead. But they brought a turning point for humanity; human infantry even began to push back against the tide of the dead, and human cavalry, though suffering heavy losses, successfully inflicted great casualties on the White Walkers.

At the very center of the battlefield, the aged Toad Lord sat atop a golden palanquin, his sickly pale skin beginning to decay—a sign of overusing magic. Four pale maidens circled him, their icy longswords tracing deadly paths, yet they could never get close.

A low hum emanated from the toad lord's throat; it was not language, but a song of extinction, the final echo of the song of the earth and rivers, the destruction at the end of an era.

With each syllable uttered, the Toad Lord's body collapsed, and the magical shield protecting it slowly shattered.

But correspondingly, the snow began to boil, and the bones of the ghouls melted within their bodies.

The Toad Lord laughed as the last Pale Woman plunged the ice sword into his chest.

"Sleep with Eternal Winter."

His body exploded like the sun.

(End of this chapter)