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Chapter 806

Words:2974Update:22/08/04 08:24:22

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"Wu — Wu — Wu —"

On the third night after Erya became Dragon Queen's "Magical Experiment Material," at around 1 a.m., three horns sounded from the Winterfell Gate Tower.

According to the Night Watchers' customs, one horn meant allies, two horns meant enemies, and three horns meant Deviant Ghosts.

Half a month after the collapse of the East Sea Great Wall and a week after the Dragon Queen waited in Winterfell, the Deviant Ghost Army finally crossed more than 3,000 kilometers and arrived at Winterfell.

Although it was already 1 a.m., the Winterfell Garrison didn't panic.

In fact, an hour ago, fully armed soldiers began to climb up the Winterfell Wall.

Looking down from the sky, a hexagonal fire circle appeared on the gray and white land. It was the torches held by the soldiers on the wall and the iron pots that burned coal or kerosene.

"Hoo hoo hoo —" The North Wind howled at the top of his lungs.

It was as if the sky had become a lung disease patient and was breathing with all his might, causing the people on the ground to panic.

It was already dark enough during the long night, and now it was dawn. The flames from the braziers almost pulled out a horizontal red line. Looking down from the wall, one could only see the trench about 10 meters away.

The dark sky was like a devil that sucked in light and heat, sucking in all the warmth and light from the thousands of torches and braziers in Winterfell.

At the top of the Gate Tower, the lookout Jergret put down the horn and took a few deep breaths to replenish the air that she had just blown out.

Then, she took out her longbow from her back and picked up an arrow with a Dragon Crystal arrowhead, waiting for the Deviant Ghosts to approach.

She was the lover of the King of the Northern Region and a female Warrior who even led hundreds of barbarians.

She didn't want to and couldn't hide in Winterfell Castle like Jon's pregnant sister.

She would obtain the glory of a Warrior in battle.

She was the one who blew the horn just now.

After the rocket flew for 200 meters (downwind), she saw a sparse army of ghouls wobbling over, so she blew the horn.

The waiting time seemed to be extremely long. She couldn't help but look around.

At this moment, there were so many companions around her. She was in the towering Castle and Jon was behind the Gate, but she felt extremely lonely and helpless.

It was as though Winterfell was the only boat in the vast ocean.

At this moment, the small boat was quietly floating on the dark surface of the ocean. It was extremely peaceful. But at a speed visible to the naked eye, a monstrous wave rose up in front of them. Strong winds blew, and torrential rain came crashing down on the small boat.

"Whoosh, whoosh —" The cold wind seized her, penetrating her leather armor and woolen sweater, drilling into her bones. It was so cold that her teeth chattered, and her cloak fluttered behind her.

[Why aren't they here yet? Did they take so long to walk 100 meters?] Also, the eyes of the deviant ghosts and corpse ghosts were emitting blue light. Why couldn't I see anything when it was so dark?

"Creak —" The sound of the door opening brought Yergret back from her lonely thoughts.

The city gates below opened to both sides, and the northern wind carried the grayish-white cold mist into the city gate, causing the flames and shadows to sway.

Yergret lowered her head and saw Dragon Queen, who was wearing a silver breastplate and a blue skirt armor, raise her right hand, and an orange-sized incandescent fireball slowly rose.

The white light pierced through the heavy night fog and reached a hundred meters away.

"Ah!" A low cry came from the crowd on the city wall near the city gate.

With the light emitted by the small sun above Dragon Queen's head, everyone saw snowflakes the size of willow leaves in the strong wind. They saw the dense cold mist condensing into a rain of ice, and also saw the army of the dead walking neatly in the wind and snow.

In their field of vision, there were only corpses and ghosts.

There were northern farmers wearing hemp clothes and tattered leather jackets, women with disheveled hair, knights riding tall horses, armored lords missing half of their faces, decaying corpses with tattered skin hanging on their faces and sparse hair on their heads, and even skeletons …

There were direwolves whose fur was dyed red with dirty blood, livestock whose cold and stiff intestines were dragging on the ground, shadow lynx whose flesh was badly mangled …

There were people, and also beasts.

Their footsteps were very light, almost leaving no trace in the snow, but there were too many of them. The rustling sound of snakes slithering through the grass could be heard in the snow, and it was very creepy.

Gradually, Yergret saw the deviant ghosts' blue eyes.

They emitted a weak blue light because the snowflakes were too dense and the cold mist was too thick, so it was not very eye-catching.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang …" Forty silver-armored shield-bearers rushed out of the city gate and lined up on the flat black ground in front of the gate to form a double-layered curved shield wall.

Dragon Queen, Stannis, Jon, and Melisandre walked out together and slowly walked to the center of the curved shield wall.

Jon stood out first and shouted in a hoarse and rough ancient language, "Where is the Deviant Ghost King? I am the Duke of the Northern Territory, the Guardian of the Northern Territory, Jon Stark, please come out and meet me. "

The Ghouls that were encircling Winterfell stopped uniformly 50 meters away from the city walls.

Seeing this, Stannis took a deep breath, took off his helmet, and exhaled a cloud of white air. He said in a low voice, "Where is the Deviant Ghost King? I am the only lawful king of the Andals, the Loynars, and the Ancestors, and the Guardian of the Seven Realms, the one who ended the long night in Asha's prophecy. I am willing to fight with you. "

Dragon Queen glanced at the king in the flaming red cloak and muttered, "It would be more accurate to call him the 'Number One War God of the Seven Realms'."

Stannis' blue eyes were cold as he stared at her expressionlessly.

Danny shrugged and turned to face the darkness. She also said in the ancient language, "I am the Child of the Era, where is the Deviant Ghost King?"

Child of the Era? What is that?

It was a short sentence, but why did it sound so threatening?

Yergret was puzzled.

Erlu opened his mouth and also wanted to ask, "What is the Child of the Era? Why don't you show all your titles together?"

The red-robed woman's red eyes flashed as she looked deeply at the Dragon Queen.

"Rustle, rustle, rustle …" Where the white fireball's light was scattered, the corpses and ghosts directly opposite the city gate could be seen moving to the sides to form a path.

The Deviant Ghost rode on a dead horse and slowly walked to the front of the undead army.

The warhorse seemed to have been bitten to death by some animal. Half of the flesh on its neck had been gnawed away, leaving only a pale spine that was as thick as a wrist to support its huge head.

The rider on the horse's back carried a huge ice sword that was as wide as a palm and two meters long. Its body was also covered in a layer of ice armor that constantly changed colors under the flickering firelight.

There were many deep wrinkles on its face, making it look like a shriveled apple. Its pale, sparse hair floated in the wind like seaweed.

"The Seven Hells, so this is the Deviant Ghost King. How terrifying!" Alaine's face was pale, and her right hand unconsciously tightened around the huge 'oar knife'.

"The Deviant Ghost King doesn't seem that scary, but the corpses and ghosts outside, bless the Holy Mother. There are so many of them that I want to pee." The baby-faced Sand Snake on the side grimaced.

"That's not the Deviant Ghost King." Yergret couldn't help but remind them, "Don't be distracted. Try not to poke your heads out of the battlements and don't take off your masks. If an ice sword comes flying —"

Alaine obediently pulled down her mask and tilted her head to ask, "How do you know it's not the Deviant Ghost King?"

Yergret frowned. "I feel it. I've seen deviant ghosts before, and I feel it's similar to the one below the city."

As expected, they soon heard the clear voice of the Dragon Queen floating in the wind. "Is your king a coward who doesn't dare to face the challenge of the number one War God of the Seven Kingdoms, the reincarnation of Yasuo Yahai, and the Child of Prophecy?"

Erlu clenched her jaw.

The deviant ghost on the other side spoke. "If you want to see our king, you must first prove the strength of your race that has been eliminated. Hold on until noon tomorrow. If the city isn't broken, our king will appear."

The sound was like an ice lake exploding. It was sharp, loud, and ear-piercing, and it felt like a saw cutting through one's front teeth.

"Ah, that monster's voice is so horrible. I'm disgusted." The baby-faced Sand Snake hugged the iron armor and cried.

Alaine endured the pain in her head and asked, "Is this magic? Why is its voice so terrifying? What is it saying? "

The red-haired girl whispered, "It's actually an ancient saying. The Deviant Ghost King won't appear until noon tomorrow. That's how deviant ghosts sound. Didn't your castle receive the messenger crow sent by the red-nosed old man? "

"I —" Alaine was just about to say that seeing was better than hearing, when she heard a roar from below the city.

It was the voice of the Dragon Queen.

"Bastard, how dare a mere Deviant Ghost King be so arrogant!"

"Boom!" Under everyone's stunned gazes, the ground under the feet of the Dragon Queen trembled slightly. Then, her body leaped two meters into the air like a cannon, directly jumping over the shield wall in front of her.

Wearing full heavy armor, she smashed into the ground like a stone, leaving two inch-deep footprints on the ground.

However, her body was very stable, and she didn't sway. After landing, she immediately drew the four-finger-wide white greatsword from her waist.

"Ahhh — Kill kill kill!"

She was like an angry heifer, roaring as she charged at the deviant ghosts on horseback opposite her.

Every step she took was so forceful that it left deep footprints and thumping sounds on the ground.

She raised her sword and charged at the million-strong army alone.

Such fearlessness shocked the ordinary soldiers.

The glowing white fireball was still above her head, following her as she ran, dispelling the darkness within a few hundred meters.

Because of this, everyone on the city wall could see the terrifying number of Corpse Ghosts outside the city.

They weren't crowded together, but were spaced one or two meters apart. They looked a little loose, but the army of Corpse Ghosts had no borders, and seemed to extend endlessly in all directions.

"Why is she so impulsive? Is she going to die alone?" On the city wall, Jaime didn't cheer for the Dragon Queen's bravery. Instead, his expression changed drastically, and he was extremely anxious.

"Dragon Queen shouldn't have jumped out of the shield's protective circle. Since the opponent isn't a Deviant Ghost King, there's no need to risk being surrounded and charging at the enemy's front line," Dickon Tali said with a frown.

Clinton and Barristan exchanged glances. After confirming each other's gazes, their expressions became calm, and there was no longer any anxiety.

"Don't worry, this is Her Majesty's fighting style. It's just a deviant ghost. Back then, she was able to kill several of them under the Great Wall. She probably doesn't need to do that now …"

Old Bart was about to say that the Queen could kill the deviant ghost on horseback in less than three moves, but he immediately changed his mind. "If it's a one-on-one fight, the deviant ghost's life will be taken within a hundred moves. She has to let the Deviant Ghost King see her 'power' so that it's easier for her to act later. "

Jaime didn't understand the main point of Old Bart's words, and said excitedly, "This is her style? What are the Gith Alliance of Slave Bay and the allied army of the trading city-states doing?

With such a reckless fighting style, Danny Rize hasn't lost even once? "

Aggo frowned and asked Cui Luo beside him, "What is this knight from the Land of the Sunset talking about? I heard Kalixi's name. "

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