333 Chapter 333: The Great Battle of Humans and Wights
At the distant Wall, the end of the world, the great battle between humans and the White Walkers truly began.
The humans had assembled the most powerful army in the history of the continent—
"Knights of the Vale!"
"Hear my command!"
Leading the Knights of the Vale was Yohn Royce, Lord of Runestone. Tall and mounted on a robust warhorse, his face was lined with wrinkles as he shouted his orders.
He wore his ancestral bronze armor, one hand holding the reins as his horse paced restlessly, its large nostrils puffing out white mist.
"All men! Prepare to charge!"
Lord Royce's voice thundered like a storm, his gaze fixed on the approaching army of the dead. Finally, he drew his sword from his waist, pointing it towards the sky.
"Kill!"
"Kill all these wretches!"
Boom—
The Knights of the Vale charged with great momentum, their heavy hooves trampling the thick snow, their breaths puffing out white mist.
Beneath their armor, the faces of the Vale knights showed no fear. Their eyes were resolute, their lances raised, forming a grand torrent of steel, charging towards the army of the dead.
Unstoppable.
On the other side.
The Dornishmen were few in number, but they did not retreat in the face of the overwhelming White Walkers.
Answering King Robert's call in place of Prince Doran was the prince's right-hand man, and the foster father of Quentyn Martell, Lord Anders Yronwood of Yronwood, known in Dorne as the 'Bloodroyal', the 'Warden of the Stone Way'.
"Dorne!"
Anders, like the other Dornishmen, was extremely unaccustomed to the harsh weather of the North. He was wrapped in thick clothing, then drew his sword and shouted.
"Charge!"
All the Dornish soldiers in their sandy-colored uniforms responded in unison, raising their spears in preparation to meet the enemy.
"Roar—"
The endless wights let out a sharp scream, crashing into the spear formation of the Dornishmen.
Splat, splat, splat—
The foul-smelling, rotten blood sprayed out, and in an instant, the sound of metal piercing flesh was everywhere. Like skewering candied haws, one after another came forward, showing no fear whatsoever.
The wights let out a mad howl, pushing against the spear formation to bite these delicious-smelling humans.
"Hold on!"
The Dornish formation instantly bore a great pressure.
However, fortunately, the allied army of humans, even if they would scheme against each other, would not let Dorne bear the pressure alone in such a critical moment on the battlefield.
In an instant, the commands of the commanders on the battlefield echoed everywhere.
"Westermen!"
Lord Lefford roared.
"Hear my command!"
...
"Stormlands!"
...
"Riverlands!"
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"Men of the North!"
"Charge with me!"
...
"Kill!!!"
The shouts on the battlefield were like thunder, and the two sides began to engage in close combat.
Although the human army had suffered a great psychological and physical pressure in a short time, they were still full of momentum.
Even under heavy pressure, they burst out with astonishing resistance, temporarily pushing back hundreds of thousands of the army of the dead.
Tens of thousands from both sides were running, crowding, and fighting on this piece of land, even the stones on the ground were trembling slightly.
On the city wall of the human allied army.
Whoosh—
The colorful flags representing the various families of the Seven Kingdoms fluttered in the
ferocious snowstorm, standing tall and unyielding.
The appearance of the Night King seemed to affect the surrounding weather, the snowstorm became more violent, and it was almost impossible to see anything a little further away with the naked eye.
Strangely, behind the Wall and the allied army, it was calm, as if the Wall had blocked the existence of the snowstorm.
This huge and magnificent Wall stood on the earth, always silently protecting all humans.
Humans had assembled the most powerful army in history, while the White Walkers had been waiting for thousands of years. They were waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the resurgence of the magical tide to reach its peak.
They are the natural enemies of all humans, they have no pain, no fear.
Because they are the dead themselves, they bite and fight by instinct, some even retain some skills from their lives, can skillfully use weapons, and the number of wights can even increase as the fight goes on.
The North once had an ancient rumor that the White Walkers were actually created by the Children of the Forest to deal with humans who recklessly cut down weirwood trees.
But later, the power of the White Walkers became stronger and stronger, gradually getting out of the control of the Children of the Forest, and instead became the number one enemy of humans and the Children of the Forest.
The First Men and the Children of the Forest signed a pact to jointly resist the invasion of the White Walkers, driving them to the Land of Always Winter in the far north.
But this is just a rumor, whether it is credible or not, no one knows.
Viserys once mentioned this rumor, and others didn't know where he heard it from, but Melisandre denied this rumor.
She believes that the White Walkers are the servants of the ancient Other Gods, and the ancient Other Gods, representing cold, darkness, and death, are the eternal enemies of the Lord of Light, R'hllor.
"You're doing well, lads!"
Commanding the Riverlands soldiers, Randyll Tarly stood on the city wall, his body covered in blood. He took a deep breath, then spoke loudly.
"The enemy is just a bunch of mindless dead! Fools! We could kill them when they were alive, and we can kill them again now that they're dead!"
The seasoned commander of the Riverlands was very good at directing combat, mobilizing the soldiers' fighting spirit, and boosting morale.
The wights in the army of the dead were not unfamiliar to the allied army composed of soldiers from the Seven Kingdoms.
Although they were dead, most of them were still wearing their clothes from when they were alive. The tattered clothes and equipment still vaguely showed the shadow of the wildlings.
The reason why the army of the dead had so many numbers was largely contributed by the wildlings.
The lands beyond the Wall were vast, home to hundreds of tribes. Even Mance Rayder had not unified all the wildling tribes.
Among them, there were still many tribes that were unwilling to obey his orders, and did not follow Mance Rayder to attack the Wall.
And these people who did not leave their homes became fresh blood for the army of the dead when the White Walkers came south. They all became fresh wights, causing trouble for humans.
'Once King Robert had a chance to reconcile with the wildlings, to unite all humans to fight against the White Walkers, but he missed it...'
The Riverlands commander spoke to boost the soldiers' morale, and when he thought of the identities of these people in life, he couldn't help but be distracted for a second.
He didn't know if King Robert would regret it, there was indeed a better solution at that time.
Even after capturing that King-Beyond-the-Wall...
But King Robert burned him alive.
Just as Randyll Tarly was momentarily distracted, a sudden change occurred on the battlefield.
