Ice and Fire: Conquering the World Starting from the Wall

Anger was building up inside Lynn, but he told himself he had to stay calm.

The only effective fighting force at present is the giants and mammoths, but with the addition of several hundred longbowmen, the giants are also struggling to hold on.

The enemy commander astutely discovered the mammoths' weakness: a burning tent frightened one of them away, so he ordered his longbowmen to attack with fire arrows.

The tangled, greasy hair on a mammoth is easily ignited. Although this is not fatal, the naturally timid and sensitive mammoth begins to panic and lose control.

No matter how much the giants shouted and cursed, they couldn't stop the elephants from fleeing in an uninhabited direction, led by their leader.

If this continues, the savages will collapse completely, and they will kill half of themselves without the need for enemy pursuit.

Just as Lynn was about to do something, an indescribable restlessness suddenly surged into her heart.

At that moment, Lynn had a sudden inspiration and turned to look at a clearing in the woods.

There were about a dozen knights gathered there, and standing in the middle was a lady who looked to be of noble status.

Through his sharp longan eyes, Lynn saw that she was entirely red from head to toe, making her stand out conspicuously in the snowy forest.

She was wearing a long, silky gown that shone like a bright flame, with long sleeves and a deep V-neck that revealed a darker blood-red shirt underneath.

A red-gold collar, tighter than any scholar's chain, adorned her throat, and was set with a massive ruby.

Her hair wasn't the usual orange-red or golden-red, but a polished deep copper color, and even her eyes were red...

But her skin was fair, smooth, and flawless, like fresh milk; her figure was elegant and slender, taller than most knights, with a full bust and a slim waist.

At this very moment, she was raising her arms high, encompassing the flying beasts in mid-air between her hands. On her heart-shaped face, her scarlet lips were constantly opening and closing, chanting incantations that no one could understand.

So Lynn knew how Valamir's eagle had been burned to death, for his body had also begun to burn, and bright flames surrounded him.

Perhaps that fiery woman didn't understand what was flying in the sky, or perhaps she did know but still wanted to try.

In short, the flames rising from the dragon's body not only did not cause any harm, but also made Lynn feel a strong sense of comfort and satisfaction from the depths of his bleeding soul.

An invisible magical power gathered within him, filling him with an unprecedented abundance.

Lynn couldn't help but raise his head and let out a roar befitting a dragon. The sharp sound pierced the entire battlefield, throwing countless horses and beasts into chaos.

The next moment, he burst out of the flames, folded his wings, and swooped down rapidly, heading straight for the woman who was still casting a spell.

Lynn's original target was the Baratheon banner, but his intuition told him that this woman was more dangerous, even though her magical attacks seemed to be benefiting him.

When the flying beasts hovering in the air burst out of the flames unharmed and pounced on them, the small group of knights on the ground were clearly thrown into chaos.

Some frantically searched for bows and arrows, some raised their lances, and others blindly brandished their longswords, as if this could harm Lynn.

Only the tall woman in the red robe remained motionless, seemingly in no hurry to escape, but the astonishment on her face was quite obvious.

Lynn first swooped down, then spread his wings and flew level, and finally opened his mouth to breathe fire at the right angle.

A massive dragon flame, several tens of feet long, swept across the group of knights. The screams of men and horses were deafening. Lynn flapped his dragon wings and turned in the air, dodging several arrows shot at him.

The flames he spewed were those of an adult dragon, flames that were not Bloodlust's own power, but rather absorbed from the fire magic that had just attacked him.

According to Lynn's rough estimate, this dragon flame could be used twice more.

He climbed upwards, preparing to search for Stannis's royal banner, while his gaze swept briefly over the clearing that had just been ravaged by dragonfire.

To his shock, the tall woman remained standing in the clearing littered with charred human and horse carcasses.

She appeared to be unharmed, even still had her hair, but all her clothes had been burned to ashes, leaving her almost naked.

She made no effort to conceal her body, but instead stared at the still small dragon in the sky with a look that was a mixture of confusion and longing.

The gem in her throat was a bright red, like a lump of coal burning brightly in the night.

Lynn suppressed his shock; what he needed most now was to reverse the tide of battle, and he had to put this terrifying woman aside for the time being.

He climbed to the optimal height for a dive and found that the heavy cavalry, who had already completed their charge, were preparing for another.

The savages were in a miserable state, with figures collapsing and fleeing everywhere, and fewer than a thousand still putting up a fight.

Lynn spotted Mans among them; he was riding back and forth on horseback, encouraging the soldiers to hold their ground and protect the Great Wall tunnels.

The tunnel entrance behind them was completely blocked, making it impossible to get in or out, and they had no idea what kind of suffocating conditions the inside of the tunnel would be like.

Hama returned from afar to reunite with Mans. She had initially fallen into the trap set by the Eastsea Rangers, but after a chase and fierce fighting, she now had about eighty cavalrymen available for battle.

But that was still not enough. Faced with six or seven hundred heavily armored cavalry, their formation was as thin as paper.

If Hamma dared to lead his barbarian cavalry in a head-on confrontation, given the disparity in equipment between the two sides, their fate would not be much better than that of the infantry.

Seeing this, Lynn no longer hesitated. He accelerated and flew towards the center of the battlefield, constantly using his sharp roar to attract the attention of both sides.

The dragon is not large; its wingspan is only three or four meters, and when it flies high, its shape is even more difficult to discern.

But its color was bright enough that the free people who were familiar with it quickly stopped their escape, and the Deer Clan cavalry, who were forming a wedge-shaped charge formation, were also interrupted by this strange dragon roar.

It should be noted that the roar of dragons has not been heard in Westeros for over a hundred years.

Seeing that he had successfully attracted everyone's attention, Lynn suddenly began to dive. He was very familiar with this maneuver, so he was even faster than before.

The battlefield fell silent for a second at that moment.

The next moment, a huge dragon flame erupted from over a hundred feet in the air, reaching the ground. The enormous flame was disproportionate to the size of the dragon, making the scene extremely shocking.

The dragon flames instantly covered the "spearhead" part of the cavalry formation and spread to the spear shaft. The warhorses and knights affected by the high temperature screamed and fled to both sides. The newly formed cavalry was immediately scattered by this dragon flame.

This attack was intentional on Lynn's part. He expanded the coverage of the dragon flame to its maximum, but the power also dropped sharply, to the point that it could only cause burns at most, and the color of the dragon flame changed from bright white to pale yellow.

In other words, Lynn was using effective killing to create an intangible sense of momentum, trying to give the savages hope and strengthen their will to fight.