The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Valentin Gregg dropped his sword and knelt, followed by generals like Leighton Matthew and Lowell Darren, who knelt on one knee...

On the city wall, archers, pikemen, and sword-and-shield soldiers knelt down in unison. They laid down their weapons, knelt on one knee, and lowered their heads...

On the streets of Storm's End, cavalry dismounted, infantry discarded their weapons, and everyone knelt...

The citizens of Storm's End saw a dragon for the first time, and many prostrated themselves...

During the Battle of the Blackwater, the Mountain beheaded Stannis Baratheon, forcing the people of the Stormlands to submit. This time, however, the Mountain had come to save them...

The Mountain's dragon flew low, and the wind from its flapping wings stirred the hair and cloaks of the surrendered soldiers and generals on the city wall.

Clack! Clack! Clack!

The gates of Storm's End opened, and the Kingsguard Barristan Selmy, Brienne of Tarth, Kingsguard Garlan Tyrell, and the Bull Zegridar led the way into the city...

In the city's training grounds, three well-trained war elephants frantically searched for a place to hide. In the sky, the dragon seemed to be watching them, making the three elephants feel a danger and threat they had never felt before...

Trained war elephants were kings of the battlefield, and no soldiers could withstand their attack, whether infantry or cavalry formations...

The soldiers of the Golden Company had left their homeland generations ago, and their descendants had finally returned with their hopes, but the final outcome was not a counterattack to conquer Westeros, but kneeling in submission...

Dragons were truly invincible!

The Targaryen family started with only three dragons and a few hundred people, yet they conquered the Seven Kingdoms and forced them all to kneel in submission. This dynasty-changing power was not human or martial, but draconic...

Dragons not only forced human warriors to kneel in submission, but also made the White Walkers from the Land of Always Winter wary. After the Mountain appeared on a dragon and avoided the White Walkers to specifically incinerate the wights twice, the Night King stopped the advancing army of wights after occupying the Last Hearth, the last stronghold in the North... The Night King used a spiral of human remains to pray to the Cold Gods of the Land of Always Winter and ask for guidance... And Bran Stark, the Green Prophet of the humans and Children of the Forest, also confirmed that the White Walkers would launch an attack on Winterfell in the coming winter...

At the beginning of the fourth month of the 301st year of Aegon's Conquest, winter officially descended on Westeros, and the White Walkers would drive an army of wights to invade Winterfell...

The Mountain deeply believed in Bran Stark's prophecy, so he rode his dragon south... first conquering Dorne in Highgarden, and then conquering the Golden Company in Storm's End... While the Mountain was invincible in the south, the Night King, who had been stationed at the Last Hearth in the North, launched a very secret raid on Winterfell...

With the dragon that the Night King feared gone south, he no longer had any fear... And in the North, as the temperature dropped and the snow fell, the will of the Cold Gods quietly descended... The prophet Bran... and his prophetic predictions, failed to foresee the changes and the uncertainty of the future caused by the mutual influence of many complex matters... In the future, the prophet's advance knowledge changed the established facts, affected the certain things and turned them into uncertain things... and evolved in the opposite direction of the certain things...

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In the North, Jaime Lannister, with a full beard and a weathered look, was taciturn, leading a scouting party to patrol the far north of Winterfell's territory, the northernmost family-owned forest of the Stark family.

The heavy snow had rarely stopped, and Jaime dismounted, followed by the scouts. Everyone quickly lit several bonfires at the edge of the forest.

A team of soldiers walked into the forest, spreading out in all directions, holding bows and arrows, crouching forward, hunting for some game. The forest was connected to the Wolfswood, and there were many wild animals in the forest, especially in snowy weather, it was easy to find beasts that came out to look for food.

In the Wolfswood of the North, there were many species of beasts such as bears and shadow lynxes, packs of forest wolves, and small animals such as snow rabbits, foxes, and goats. A simple encirclement could catch a few small animals for barbecue in the snow-covered environment.

A White Walker stood under a large tree, his icy color well concealed his figure, blending him with the surrounding snow and ice. The long sword in his hand was as thin as a cicada's wing, forged from frost, and translucent. A diagonally extending branch blocked one of his bright blue eyes, revealing only a corner of the blue eye...

A soldier walked to the White Walker's side. The White Walker's long sword rose, and the bright blue eyes reflected the soldier's terrified expression. In the time of the next heartbeat, the White Walker's long sword pierced the soldier's body, entering through the chest and exiting through the back... When the soldier fell, his body slammed into the snow, making a soft sound, which alerted the soldiers on the left and right. They covered from the left and right, and the White Walker was gone. They saw their comrade lying on the snow... Their comrade's eyes were wide, his face full of horror... As the two soldiers were shocked, the ice and snow bulged behind them, and two wights broke out of the snow, wielding long swords and slashing wildly... The soldiers responded in a panic, and in a few clanging collisions, the two soldiers who only wanted to escape were killed by the wights, their bodies pierced by long swords...

More wights crawled out of the snow, appearing either in front of or behind the hunting soldiers. A battle broke out, and before long, the sound of fighting in the forest stopped. The White Walker and the wights hid in the snow again, leaving behind more than a dozen soldiers' corpses...

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Jaime drank warmed wine and gnawed on black bread. Soldiers were roasting a wild boar leg on the bonfire, and golden oil dripped onto the fire, and the barbecue exuded a fragrance... The soldiers smiled at each other, swallowing their saliva and waiting for the barbecue to be cooked...

A warhorse suddenly stopped chewing, still holding fodder in its mouth. It looked up at the depths of the forest; and another warhorse suddenly jumped up and neighed in alarm... Jaime and the soldiers turned their heads together. The warhorses tied to the edge of the forest suddenly neighed and struggled together, unable to break free for a while because they were tied to the trees with reins...

Clang!

Jaime's long sword was unsheathed!

Clang clang clang!

Some soldiers' long swords were also unsheathed! Other soldiers took down their bows and drew obsidian arrows...

"Mount up!" Jaime said in a deep voice, and he strode towards the warhorses. Suddenly, a White Walker appeared, standing right next to the warhorses, within reach. The warhorses were frightened and neighed wildly, avoiding him and pulling the reins taut... But the White Walker stood still, coldly watching Jaime rushing over like a whirlwind...

Jaime waved his long sword, making sword flowers, while shouting, "Brothers, obsidian arrows!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh, several arrows flew towards the White Walker. The White Walker swayed left and right, avoiding the arrows, waving his frost sword, and strode towards Jaime, kicking up snow foam. With a crisp sound, Jaime's long sword struck, and collided violently with the White Walker's frost sword...

In the forest, the cold wind rose, and the snow on the ground began to swirl. Countless black shadows poured out of the forest - wights one by one, black faces, bright blue eyes, they were getting faster and faster, more and more, and they pounced on the scouting team led by Jaime.

The battle seemed to break out in an instant!

Several soldiers waved torches and rushed up!

Using obsidian weapons was not very effective against wights, and flames were the best means of attack. The wights dodged one after another...

Several arrows roared and shot at the White Walker fighting Jaime again. The White Walker was afraid of obsidian arrows, and in the offense and defense, he was forced to retreat again and again. Jaime drew an obsidian dagger and attacked desperately, the sword light flickered, and the dagger slashed wildly, but he could never hit the retreating White Walker. He became agitated, roared several times, and chased fiercely, but he heard the screams of his brothers coming from behind him. In the blink of an eye, a dense army of wights appeared in the forest. They poured out like a tide, surrounding the brothers on all sides. Everyone was trapped in a bitter battle, and the wind and snow gradually increased...

"Ser Jaime, go!" a brother's voice came over.

"Commander Jaime, you have to go back and send a message, the army of wights is here," a brother shouted.

Jaime waved the obsidian dagger to force back the White Walker. Looking back, he saw that only a few warriors were still fighting. The rest of the brothers had fallen in the snow. He turned his head and suddenly saw his personal guard running towards him from a distance with a pair of bright blue eyes, and he was the squad leader of the brothers who went hunting... Behind him was the hunting squad, but the former brothers all had a pair of bright blue eyes and faces that were gradually turning black...

Despair appeared in Jaime's eyes.

A strong wind whistled beside him, and the White Walker's frost sword drew an arc, slashing at Jaime's neck. Jaime sidestepped, dodged, roared and got close, colliding with the White Walker, and stabbed the obsidian dagger in his hand into the White Walker's waist... Boom... a loud noise... The White Walker shattered into ice chips, puff puff puff puff puff puff puff, the wights around him fell to the snow one by one like emptied sacks, and the guard wight who ran towards Jaime also fell to the snow...

Jaime didn't know how he got on the warhorse. When he galloped away, he found that only two riders were following him. All the other brothers had died in battle, and he didn't even have time to light them on fire. More wights rushed out of the forest, and the White Walkers also appeared, riding on zombie horses, holding spears, and slowly appearing. Jaime had to 'flee in panic'...

Swoosh!

A spear whistled from behind, and with two soft sounds, it pierced two soldiers together. The two soldiers fell to the snow, the warhorses neighed in panic, and rushed diagonally into the nearby forest, galloping desperately.

Jaime turned his head and saw a tall White Walker appearing at the edge of the forest, holding another spear in his hand and throwing it at him. The spear flew like a dragon, with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, just like an arrow shot from a strong bow. Jaime bent down and lowered his head, pressing his body against the horse's back. The spear flew past him, and shot far into the snow in front of him. The warhorse and Jaime were equally surprised, and suddenly the horse stumbled, throwing Jaime into the snow...

The White Walker made a strange sound, and several zombie horses rushed out together. The White Walkers on horseback either held spears or long swords, and green lights glowed in the blue eyes of several White Walkers. Jaime clenched the long sword in both hands, and assumed a sword stance to meet the enemy. Suddenly a woman's voice came: "Ser Jaime, get on the horse."

A strange beast rushed like a flame, whistling like the wind, faster than an arrow, its four hooves flying, bringing a tumbling tail flame composed of snowflakes. Swoosh swoosh swoosh, several balls of fire seemed to fall from the sky, shooting towards several White Walkers. While the White Walkers dodged, the strange beast had arrived next to Jaime. In the blink of an eye, Jaime climbed onto the strange beast, and he heard a loud bang, and a small line of fire appeared out of thin air in the snow, blocking the White Walkers and wights, slightly stopping their forward momentum!

In just the time of a heartbeat, the strange beast had turned its head, and rushed away with Jaime like a ball of fire... In an instant, a ball of fire went away, causing the Night King on the zombie horse to tilt his head, and his eyes became bluer, just like two pure emeralds... With a few squeaks, two ice spiders appeared on either side of the Night King's zombie horse. Their eight compound eyes were also blue, which looked creepy, and the eight leg blades were as sharp as swords, and the light of the blade seemed to flicker between the extensions and contractions...

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Ooooooooo!

The horns of the enemy's attack sounded on the walls of Winterfell. The desolate and solemn sound of the Northern horn was unique, making the generals from the South feel awe in their hearts.

Orders were constantly passed down in the army. The gates of Winterfell opened with a bang, and teams of pikemen marched out of the city with a bang, followed by sword and shield soldiers. Under the city walls, teams of archers also climbed the city walls, arranged neatly one by one... Inside the castle, the citizens lined up to enter the underground tunnels... Queen Mother Catelyn Tully personally maintained order at the tunnel entrance, and the Queen also shouted loudly on the ground, asking the elderly, children, and women to all enter the large underground tunnel...

Throughout the city, various accents were sounding, scouts came and went, soldiers shouted slogans, teams of cavalry gathered in the drill ground, Grand Maester and the pyromancers climbed the city walls, hundreds of monks from the Great Sept of Baelor gathered under the city walls, and the dog workers and farmers and hunters prepared stretchers to prepare to rescue the wounded...

Outside Winterfell, the sky darkened, and the black clouds hung low, slowly pressing towards this side. Although it was afternoon, it was like dusk, and countless wights appeared from the gray horizon, forming a black line with no beginning or end.

The black line was approaching Winterfell rapidly...

The North King Robb Stark and Jon Snow embraced at the city gate, and Eddard Stark rode on his warhorse, reaching out to take the shield handed over by the guard. Behind him were the silent lords of the major territories of the North. Maege Mormont led Dacey Mormont closely behind Lord Eddard. Maege's short-handled heavy axe had been sharpened continuously for several days, and it was already extremely sharp...

Although Jaime Lannister was the deputy commander of the coalition forces, he personally led the vanguard out of the city first... Melisandre, dressed in a large red robe, stood behind the antlers riding a red smoke beast, like a burning flame... And at the gate of the main castle, Bran Stark had a calm face. The three-eyed crow on his shoulder flew up, made a soft cry, flew into the sky, flew over the city wall, and merged into the misty clouds...

In the distance, the whistling of wind and snow came, and black clouds also surrounded Winterfell from all directions. Countless wights appeared from the gray horizon, forming a black line with no beginning or end.

The black line approached Winterfell rapidly...

Thanks to [Wang Lingliang] for the reward, thank you, handshake!