Ice and Fire: Conquering the World Starting from the Wall

Valamir sat cross-legged on the saddle, the blue-grey eagle circling above his head a few times before flying north.

His wolf and shadow lynx each returned to his side carrying a human head, circling the horse beneath him. The horse seemed to be used to this and showed no fear.

Valamir murmured as if in a trance, "There's something in the forest, lots of it, soon..."

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly exclaimed:

"Iron Men! It's the Iron Men! A whole legion of Iron Men! They've surrounded us, they're about to emerge from Ghost Forest!"

"The banner, I see a golden banner, oh... the king... no..."

The shapeshifter tilted his head back and let out a non-human scream, a piercing, terrifying sound filled with pain.

He fell headlong off his horse, crashing to the ground, writhing, rolling, struggling, and thrashing about as if his entire body were engulfed in invisible flames.

His wolves, having abandoned their heads, tore at each other, while the shadow lynx fled frantically into the distant woods...

Lynn suddenly realized something and looked up at the northern sky.

High in the northern sky, against the backdrop of snow-white clouds, a gray-blue eagle is ablaze.

In an instant, it became brighter than the stars of the night, tumbling amidst a sea of ​​gold, red, and orange, frantically flapping its wings as if trying to escape the sea of ​​suffering.

It flew higher and higher, higher and higher, higher and higher.

Then it suddenly turned into a puff of white smoke and vanished.

The screams spurred Mans to ride over. He had just charged with the cavalry, first killing one with a hand axe and then decapitating another with his sword.

"What happened to Valamir?"

Mans asked in surprise.

"His eagle died; it was set on fire by something."

Lynn said with a solemn expression:

"He said a legion has come from the north, and I have to go and see."

After he finished speaking, he immediately bent down and wept blood, then skillfully took a running start and took off.

The earth receded beneath him, and the restless freemen cried out in alarm at the sound of horns. The entire camp seemed like a boiling cauldron, with all sorts of churning sounds forming rising waves that assaulted Lynn's senses.

Some people saw the dragon fly by and raised their spears to cheer at the sky, while others, blinded by fear, fell silent.

As Lynn continued to ascend, he saw the hastily assembled Hardfoot People, the giants appeasing the mammoths, the Ice Coast People driving walrus bone chariots pulled by white dogs, and even the Dog-Headed Hamamoths chasing the Eastsea Rangers in the distance.

Then he saw what Valamir had just seen.

They emerged from the forest, from the east, northeast, and north—three orderly squads of heavily armored cavalry, all clad in gleaming steel plate armor and bright wool coats, their warhorses clad in tanned leather armor inlaid with iron plates.

Each of their teams consisted of more than two hundred, even three hundred people, running like undulating steel tides with an invincible momentum.

Having just experienced the charge of a few dozen lightly armored cavalrymen, Lynn could fully imagine how desperate those facing this army must feel.

These people could not possibly be from Donghaiwang.

They were not just a scout team, but a real army, representing the highest level of battlefield dominance in this era.

But where did they come from?

Just as Lynn was feeling confused, a flag that suddenly emerged from the woods gave him the answer.

The flag was extremely eye-catching, as big as a bed sheet.

One side of it is yellow with long, pointed flames outlining a burning red heart, while the other side is like gold leaf, embroidered with a black crowned stag.

The crowned stag is the symbol of the Baratheon family.

During the War of the Five Kings, House Baratheon held two seats: Stannis, the elder brother, and Renly, the younger brother.

Renly is already dead, so the only one who can come is Stannis.

Maester Aemon said that the Wall had appealed to all the kings and lords for help, but no one responded; Dennis Mellist said that the kings did not care about the lives of the Night's Watch, so they would not care about one more king.

It now appears they were all wrong; a king did indeed answer their call and led an army to relieve the Great Wall.

They just arrived a little late.

Lynn knew that the unprepared Freemen were no match for this army. Although tens of thousands of people had gathered at the foot of the Wall, most of them were the elderly, women and children, and those who could fight were scattered in various corners and could not be assembled in a short time.

The most warlike Thernians were mostly stationed south of the Wall to defend against Last Hearth; the next-ranking Redhall clan, the Tormunds, attempted to build giant rafts in Eastwatch and assisted the Frozen Coast people in hunting seals as much as possible to supplement their food shortage.

Faced with this impending devastating impact, the free people were bewildered; some fled in all directions, some joined the fighting, and some fled far away.

A mammoth tramples over a flock of sheep, which several people are trying to drive westward; herds of reindeer, driven by the Glacier Clan, attempt to surge toward the Great Wall and through the narrow tunnel.

As the war drums sounded, the savages hurriedly formed a square formation, but they were too slow to act, their organization was chaotic, and their movements were sluggish.

On the other side, more and more people poured out of the forest, including not only heavily armored knights, but also free riders, horse archers, and ordinary soldiers wearing short vests and round helmets, numbering in the hundreds.

Brightly colored flags fluttered above their heads, the wind making them sway. Lynn saw a seahorse, a flock of birds, and a circle of flowers, with a bright yellow background and bright red patterns.

There are many more that I didn't have time to see.

He only recognized the seahorse flag, which came from the Valerian family of Tidehead Island.

The cavalrymen moved slowly, like honey thawing in a forest witch's jar, meandering towards the savage camp, crossing tree roots and rocks, choosing their path among bushes and trees.

The freemen managed to assemble, and they rushed forward, shouting and brandishing wooden clubs, bronze swords, and stone axes, charging desperately at their mortal enemy to protect their families behind them.

With a shout, a slash, and then a heroic death, Lynn had heard Mans describe the way the Freemen fought.

They had an overwhelming numerical advantage, but the attackers were armored and mounted on tall horses.

At this moment, the giants climbed onto the mammoths, which intimidated the knights on horseback. Lynn noticed that the armored warhorses neighed and scattered as soon as they saw the slowly moving mountains of flesh.

Panic also broke out among the free people, with hundreds of women and children hastily fleeing the battlefield.

Some of them rushed towards the Great Wall Tunnel, causing a terrible stampede at the tunnel entrance.

The wiser ones fled west, where there were no enemies.

Lynn saw an old woman driving a dog cart that had crossed the path of three chariots, causing them to become entangled in a chaotic mess.

The giant leader, "Strong Mag," rode a mammoth that bravely charged at the enemy, sweeping a knight off his saddle with its trunk and flinging him forty feet into the air.

The herd following Mag dispersed the opposing group in the middle, but they quickly regrouped behind the herd.

The other two teams clamped down like pincers, easily piercing through the short spear formations of the Hardfoot People and the hastily assembled resistance forces of other clans, leaving behind a trail of carnage and blood.

Flames began to rise, the free riders set fire to the free people's tents, and chased after the fleeing women and children. Some soldiers, thinking victory was assured, began to lose discipline and rummage for spoils of war.

Lynn saw someone displaying their power by impaling a savage child with twisted limbs on the tip of a spear.

They didn't treat savages as human beings.