The front soldiers were completely defeated, while the main force of the Central Front's coalition forces was waiting.

"Everyone!"

"Ready to meet the enemy!"

The King of the Seven Kingdoms, Robert Baratheon, is dressed in heavy black armor, with an angry crowned stag on his chest, and a black helmet on his head.

Step on..

The horse hooves lifted the dust and snowflakes on the ground. He was riding a tall horse and was patrolling the array of coalition forces. The heavy horse hooves stepped on the ground, and at the same time, it sounded like a bell.

"Hold your shield!"

Wow----

The king of the Allied Forces was at the left and right, and the morale of the soldiers was naturally more determined. Numerous shields were raised high and stood in front of them.

The three Royal Forest Guards who followed the king also rode on their horses, wearing white armors without family crests, and their snow-white cloaks swaying in the wind.

"The king has a shadow of the past."

Barristan Selmi, Captain of the Royal Forest Guard, looked at Robert's back, and said with one hand on the rein.

Once Robert was tall and mighty, with a bold personality. He was known for his bravery that no one in the Seven Kingdoms could match. He was the dream lover of unknown girls. However, after winning the crown, Robert's over-indulgence in wine destroyed his body and Spiritual.

However, in Barristan's view, Robert has now recovered a bit of what he once was under the stimulation of the strange ghost.

And the other two Yulin Tiewei who followed the captain.

Sir Manden Moore sat on horseback and said nothing, Sir Marlin Tran sneered silently, then glanced at Barristan's back and squinted his eyes slightly, wondering what he was thinking. .

The cloud of decisive battle shrouded.

The dawn of dawn has not yet arrived, and the horizon is only slightly white.

However, the various sentient beings in the coalition army will never tire of them. On the contrary, the ghouls are united and have no distractions, fighting to destroy the world and destroy all lives.

Wow...

Countless defeated front soldiers fled from both sides of the center front. The front commander Landau Tali's figure also passed by here. He was lying on the horseback, not knowing his life or death, but he believed in the horse to turn his head towards the distance in the darkness without turning his head back. Escape.

And Robert saw the other person and didn't know why his heart sank slightly.

But now Robert can't help but hesitate. With the increasing number of soldiers in the front line, the sharp howls of the ghouls following these defeated soldiers are getting closer and closer, and the heavy footsteps make the coalition soldiers. The ground under his feet was trembling slightly.

Rumbling--

Immediately, Robert's gaze penetrated the wind and snow, and the army of dead men who could not see the end finally rushed up.

"coming!"

Robert squeezed the warhammer in his hand, and countless allied soldiers swallowed and spit, and squeezed the shield or spear in his hand.

Next second.

boom--

Just like a heavy tank rushing in, there was a loud crash and the sound of broken bones.

"what--"

Several coalition soldiers were knocked out high and screamed and fell into the rear.

On the face of the dead army was a huge ghoul mammoth broke into the coalition formation.

Half of its head had been turned into a hollow, and it seemed to have been gnawed away by something, revealing rotten flesh and blood, and only one single eye was left. The blue light was full of bloodthirsty and madness.

One of the long tusks of the ghoul mammoth was broken into half, but it still ripped apart the seemingly unbreakable formation of the coalition forces.

Sitting on the back of this mammoth was a strange ghost with white beard and hair wearing ice armor. His eyes were directly locked on Robert Baratheon in the center of the coalition forces, and the ice surface was cracked in his mouth. The harsh sound of opening.

Then, holding the sword of ice, urging the mammoth under his hip to rush towards Robert.

He recognized that Robert might be the king of this group of humans, and wanted to catch the thieves first.

And countless ghouls followed behind him and crazily attacked the coalition front.

And at this moment.

Bang!

With a burst of bowstrings, a spear mounted on a giant crossbow suddenly shot out, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The spear made of obsidian pointed straight at the white-haired ghost sitting on the back of the skeletal mammoth.

"Go to hell!"

The faces of the coalition soldiers in charge of controlling the giant crossbow were full of revenge pleasure and outright hatred, intertwined with each other, and even become distorted, and their hearts were completely filled with hatred.

He was a soldier from the north, and his hometown was reduced to a ghost. His mother died in the north and may have become a member of the ghoul, and his wife was also bitten by a poisonous snake on the Neckze Causeway while fleeing south. Died.

However, he is just an ordinary person, a small epitome of this unfortunate era, and there are many people who suffer unfair fate like him.

An ordinary coalition soldier controlled a spear fired by a giant crossbow, loaded with a spearhead made of dragon crystal and filled with hatred, and easily penetrated the chest of the strange ghost.

These dragon crystals were also weapons made by the first batch of dragon crystals mined after the Targaryen family occupied Dragonstone Island.

And the white-haired and white-bearded ghost riding a ghoul mammoth still had an incredible face, as if he didn't expect that he would be killed by humans so easily after living for so many years.

Bang--

Then the broken ice stubble bursting into the sky ~www.mtlnovel.com~ fell to the ground and completely disappeared from the world.

All that was left was his mount, which raised its rotten trunk and heavy forefoot, and let out a terrifying roar.

Woo-

The desolate horn sounded from behind.

On the eve of dawn, under the dim light.

"kill!"

"kill!"

The soldiers of the coalition fought back. The entire battlefield was full of sounds of killing, howling of ghouls, and the sound of swords piercing into flesh and blood.

"Stick to your ground!"

"Fighting forever!"

Luce Bolton, the Count of the Castle of Terror, is commanding the battle with all his concentration, without any defense behind him.

Puff--

However, he was dragged off his horse at this moment, two daggers pierced his chest directly from behind, and blood poured out instantly.

The two soldiers wearing king-collar armor looked like embracing, but took advantage of the chaos on the battlefield to pierce Luce Bolton's chest with a dagger.

At the same time, one hand was still covering his mouth to prevent him from screaming. Seeing the countenance of Dreadcastle with an unbelievable expression, the soldier showed a sneer on his face, and then he leaned in his ear and whispered. talk.

Luce Bolton's eyes widened suddenly, and the gushed blood entered the airway and spewed out of his mouth.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything, he could only take his last breath with his eyes widened.

"Master Ramsay, say hello to you for me."

"Domilick will go down with you soon."

Woo-

At this moment, the sound of the horn from the rear became louder, and finally attracted the attention of the soldiers on the front line.

"what happened?!"

"What's the problem afterwards?"

Robert was covered in blood, and the expression on his face was shocked and angry while holding the warhammer.

Because this is the sound of the horns of the rear retreat.