Danny rode on Blackie and swept through the vast snowfield. She burned from noon until evening, when the sky was completely dark.
This time, the sky was dark because it was night time.
Within a 20-kilometer radius of Winterfell, there were crisscrossing burn marks on the white, carpet-like snow.
She even chased them to the northwest wolf forest.
At least 100,000 Ghouls were burned to ashes by the Dragon Flames.
When the sky was completely dark, she left the wolf forest and returned to the White Blade River mountain range, 10 kilometers southeast of Winterfell.
The White Blade River meandered past the entrance of Winterfell. On both sides of the river were hundreds of kilometers of mountain ranges with many silver mines.
Before opening the dimension portal and leaping into the dark whirlpool, Little Green and Little White hid in the neighboring mountain range.
Obviously, Winterfell was the center of the Forbidden Spell attack. Danny couldn't let them hide in Winterfell.
In fact, Danny's Winged Dragon Legion was also in the mountain range.
She chose an 800-meter tall mountain peak and built a simple "Air Base" on a wind-sheltered platform. More than 50 tons of Wildfire Bombs were hidden there.
The main reason was that Winterfell was too small. With a side length of 300 to 500 meters, 20,000 people were squeezed inside. How could the Winged Dragons, which were 20 to 30 meters long, stop?
With millions of ghouls attacking the city, Dani had killed countless enemies in one day and one night, and she had also obtained an immeasurable amount of spiritual essence. She had only used one twentieth of the amount, and it had allowed Little White and Little Green to recover from their exhaustion.
After using about 10% of the Spiritual Essence, Danny and the 58 crows became energetic again.
They were left with 85% of the Spiritual Essence.
Old Crab and the Winged Dragon Knights continued to stay at the Air Base. Danny brought the three Megalosaurus back to Winterfell.
Winterfell was located in a conical icicle with a diameter of two kilometers and a height of two kilometers.
The ice outside was crystal clear. Inside, the war-torn castle, frightened people, and snow-covered trees were lifelike, forming a strange and beautiful scene.
When Danny landed, about 3,000 soldiers were gathered in the ruins of Winterfell in front of the King's Gate.
Hmm, only the wooden houses, pillars, and roofs of Winterfell were demolished. The main structure was still there.
Moreover, the people of the Northern Region were used to building basements to avoid the winter. Even some multi-story stone buildings could be used as living quarters.
After receiving Blackie's warning, the 3,000 soldiers left Winterfell via the city gates or ladders.
At least 5,000 of them left Winterfell. Now, there were only 3,000 left, and most of them were injured.
Wounds from swords, bites from deviant ghosts, frostbites from cold air …
Beside the bonfires, there were wounded soldiers crying out in pain.
"Your Majesty, I've used up all my Divine Art slots, but there's still a large group of injured people … I don't have any medicine or bandages here. Do you think you should help treat them?"
As soon as the Megalosaurus landed, the exhausted hound came looking for them.
"Gather the wounded soldiers together. I'll treat them together," Danny said directly.
Hound said blankly, "The wounded soldiers have been arranged together. You can treat them when you go over."
"Let them line up before me, side by side. Sir Barristan, bring some people over to help. "Danny said.
Hound was still puzzled, but he still left with White Knight.
Jon came over again and said, "Your Majesty, there are still many people trapped in the Winterfell graveyard. Why don't you use your Dragon Flames to burn a hole and rescue them?"
Danny didn't refuse. "There's no need to evacuate Winterfell. We can hollow out the interior and use this iceberg to survive the long night."
The iceberg didn't just contain Winterfell, it also eroded half of Winterfell Town. It was about 800 meters from the foot of the iceberg to the Winterfell gate.
The iceberg in Winterfell was as small as the filling in the meat buns on the streets.
Even if Winterfell was hollowed out, it wouldn't affect the overall structure of the iceberg. Removing the filling wouldn't affect the weight of the bun either.
"Ssss —" Whitey spat out Dragon Flames at the clear ice body. Danny stood at the side and controlled the area of the Dragon Flames with her Fire Control Spell.
"Chi, chi, chi …" The red flames collided with the blue ice, and the two-meter tall and two-meter wide semicircular arch slowly pushed inwards.
The iceberg melted, and warm water flowed into the snow pit at the side. Hot steam lingered.
At this time, Old Bart, Hound, and a group of healthy Warriors carried the wounded soldiers over.
Danny frowned and looked at the dirty soldiers for a while. She said loudly, "Find some pots and pans and get some water from me to clean the wounds."
After a while, when the wounded were shivering under the half-cold water, Dany let them huddle together again, shoulder to shoulder.
"Most of you aren't believers of the Seven Gods. In order to increase the effectiveness of the Sacred Healing Spell, you are all praying to the Holy Mother in your hearts. At the same time, you are singing the Holy Mother's song with Hound."
"With me?" Hound pointed at his nose and asked. "You are the Chief Bishop!"
"You lead the singing, I will cast the Divine Spell."
"Alright …" Hound stood in front of the wounded soldier. Under hundreds of curious and expectant gazes, he cleared his throat and said, "Gentle Holy Mother, the source of mercy, please bless your son to travel through the fierce battle, stop the arrows, block the swords and sabers, and let them see a bright tomorrow.
Gentle Holy Mother, the hope of women, help your daughter not to suffer, calm the anger, tame the madness, teach us to be tolerant of each other … "
After singing for a while in an off-key, rough voice, Hound suddenly froze. He looked at the crowd opposite him and asked, "Why don't you sing with me?"
"Slow down, they can't keep up," Danny said impatiently.
Then Hound slowly sang, "Gentle Holy Mother, the source of mercy."
"Gentle Holy Mother, the source of mercy." The group of Northerners loudly sang the same off-key song.
Although their singing was not very good, they had the pious and holy attitude that Danny needed.
In short, these Northerners had become shallow believers of the Seven Gods without even knowing it or being willing to admit it.
Faith came from hope.
Now that they were suffering from illness, they must be hoping that the Holy Mother could help them get out of their current predicament.
This was the foundation of faith.
With faith, the efficiency of the Holy Healing Art increased by more than ten times.
Danny did not care about the Northerners' faith. She only wanted to save some Divine Power and Spiritual Quality.
As the Holy Mother's Song continued, a faint milky white halo rose from their wounds. The halo connected into a milky white glow.
Holy, holy, grand, and warm.
"Holy Mother, I can feel it. Holy Mother is watching me gently and caressing my wounds. I am full of strength." A bearded Northerner closed his eyes and shouted randomly. The wound on his cheek that was bitten by a zombie was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Holy Mother is merciful. The hole in my stomach is healing. My intestines are moving."
"It's a miracle. My leg is healed!"
.....
"Isn't this a little too exaggerated?" Jaime was dumbfounded.
"The Hound was sweating profusely after casting a palm-sized Holy Healing Art. The Queen healed six to seven hundred people at once and her face didn't even turn pale. Is there such a huge difference between the Chief Bishop and a normal monk?"
"His Majesty is blessed by the Holy Mother. He is the Child of the Seven Saints. He is different from the others," Old Barton said with a devout expression.
.....
Wounded soldiers were often one of the biggest reasons for the decline of the army's morale. By the same logic, wounded soldiers were treated effectively with the miraculous "Group Healing Art". Even if Winterfell was frozen, even if the King of Strange Ghosts escaped, even if the humans suffered heavy casualties in this battle, the remaining soldiers quickly regained their fighting spirit and became energetic.
The atmosphere in the Winter Avoidance Town camp became much more relaxed and cheerful.
"What's the matter with the King of Strange Ghosts?" After the wounded left, Danny continued to burn the ice cave while asking the big crow beside her.
Bran repeated what he said to Jaime, Old Barton, and the others before concluding, "I am 100% sure that after changing bodies, the King of Strange Ghosts will be much weaker than before.
Stark's bloodline is not ordinary. You should have noticed this. "
Danny's eyes turned and asked, "Is it possible for the King of Strange Ghosts to take over Jon's body? For example, killing Jon, or kidnapping him and forcefully occupying his soul? "
"Absolutely not!" Bran said with certainty, "Not to mention that there can only be one King of Strange Ghosts in each long night, after this rebirth, the King of Strange Ghosts can no longer activate a second life in another Strange Ghost's body.
In the millions of years of the Three-Eyed Crow's history, all the transfiguration Beings and Green Prophet who activated a second life will lose the ability to occupy other creatures' bodies.
In other words, the gift of rebirth through possession is a one-time use. After using it, the transfiguration ability will be lost. "
"You mean, if the King of Strange Ghosts is killed again, it will definitely die?" Danny asked suspiciously.
Hesitation flashed in the big crow's eyes. "I'm not sure. Do you know how the King of Strange Ghosts was born? "
"You know?" Danny asked.
The big crow shook its head and said, "I have a guess, but I don't know the specific process.
The Strange Ghosts leave simple ice runes in the dead's mind, transforming the corpse into a Corpse Ghost and controlling it. The King of Strange Ghosts leaves its will and meditation technique in the mind of a baby, allowing the baby to absorb the power of ice and become a Strange Ghost to control it.
Then, is it possible that the Strange Ghosts summon the Frost God through sacrifice and let the Frost God leave its will in Bunyan's mind? "
"It's very possible," Danny said.
"Then, can the Frost God take back the assimilated soul and return it to its main body, or transfer that soul to the next Strange Ghost?" Bran said.
"Then the King of Strange Ghosts can never be killed?" Danny said.
"What I mean is, killing the King of Strange Ghosts who activated a second life with a normal weapon might not be able to end the long night. What we really need to do is to destroy the will of the Frost God in Bunyan's soul! "
Danny thought. "You're right. Our real enemy is the Frost God. Maybe, I need a stronger weapon."
"Can the talent of turning souls into pure spirit be added to a weapon? If it succeeds, it won't be weaker than the Light Emissary, "Bran said.
"It can't be done at the moment."
"How much of Lahlo's Red Sword can you imitate?" Bran asked again.
"I can imitate it 100%. I've completely deciphered the runes, but it's useless. I, Sheep Egg, and Lahlo all have our own Song of Fire, and the Red Sword's basic spell is to use Lahlo's Fire Mastery.
If I can chant the complete Song of Fire, I can also create my own Sword of Fire. "
Bran said helplessly, "In the end, to deal with a True God, only the power of a True God or a weapon that can use a True God's power.
Other than you, who has a chance, the others will never be able to complete the oath of 'the one who ends the long night will be the king.' "
Danny heard this and looked worried. "This is not good news. We have to change the oath. The one who contributes the most will be the king. I'm just a tool and won't participate in the competition."
Bran …
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