The Mountain of Ice and Fire

“Thief, fly!” The Mountain said in a deep voice. This was an order: a dragon riding command.

Sheepstealer looked at the Mountain, its dragon head stretched over, spewing scalding dragon breath on the Mountain's face, blowing his messy hair.

Kyu!

The dragon let out a short cry, its body swaying slightly, crashing down like a collapsing mountain peak. The scalding dragon breath from its nostrils stirred up sand and dust on the ground, like a dying man gasping for breath.

“Mountain, he can't fly anymore! He needs to rest!” Arianne ran over, guarding Sheepstealer with her sword.

“Take this.” The Mountain took out a sharp dagger flashing with black crystal light from his chest - a dragonglass dagger.

“Dragonglass weapons, they will die if they scratch a White Walker even a little bit. Protect yourself and Sheepstealer.”

“You need dragonglass weapons more than I do!”

“I have more on me, more than one, and the Valyrian steel sword Ice in my hand is something the Night King and the White Walkers dare not touch.” The Mountain said in a deep voice.

“What about that talking raven, we need his help. We need help, let him notify our legions underground.”

“When the dragon swooped down, a strong wind rose, he couldn't bear it and left.”

“Call him back, we need his help.”

“He will!” The Mountain knew that the Three-Eyed Raven must be watching here from somewhere. If the Mountain failed, then the North would fail. The Night King, who had lost his legions, would make a comeback in the winter as long as he didn't die. Even if the Three-Eyed Raven saw some things in the future and wanted to target him, the North needed him, the Mountain, now.

The Three-Eyed Raven could see everything here, and he was also underground, and underground, there was no shortage of warriors, and even less shortage of dragonglass weapon reserves.

If the Three-Eyed Raven did not appear, and did not let the underground warriors come out to help with dragonglass weapons, then this Three-Eyed Raven was likely not Bran Stark. What Bran Stark had left was just a shell, not the master. Then who would the Three-Eyed Raven be? He would of course be Bloodraven Brynden Rivers - a descendant of the dragon clan: a Targaryen!

The Three-Eyed Raven could see the Mountain's words and deeds, but he could not see the Mountain's heart and thoughts.

But the Night King would not give the Mountain enough time to think.

The Night King came over, carrying a thin sword, walking towards the Mountain step by step.

The Mountain glanced at Arianne, Arianne's eyes were full of concern and nervousness.

The Mountain nodded to Arianne, and he strode towards the Night King.

He couldn't let the Night King get close to the dragon, the dragon was injured and needed to rest.

The wildfire in the whole city was still burning fiercely, but in this area, only small wildfires were still flickering in the rubble and slag heaps.

Da-da-da!

A subtle and clear sound of horses' hooves came from the city ruins behind him.

The sound came from the direction of the Godswood.

When the Mountain was riding the dragon in the sky, he saw that the three millennia-old weirwood trees in the Godswood had maintained their perfect posture amidst the burning wildfire throughout the city, just like three slender girls who were safe and sound in the war.

There were almost no buildings in the Godswood, it was a flat and wide forest.

When burying the wildfire, the Mountain, Robb, the Great Sage, and Melisandre all agreed to avoid the Godswood.

Although the forest in the Godswood eventually caught fire, the three millennia-old weirwood trees that the Stark family used for sacrifice and prayer were intact.

Either the old gods of the North were protecting these three weirwood trees, or someone was protecting these three weirwood trees.

The sound of horses' hooves was getting louder and louder, closer and closer. The sound crossed the city ruins and was heading towards the moat on the north side.

The Night King and the Mountain looked together at the source of the sound, and saw a large red flame slowly coming from the ruins - Melisandre was riding the red beast, walking towards this side not fast and not slow. Her beauty was still there, charming and moving, and there was not a speck of dust on the sleeves of her large red robe.

After a while, not far behind her, a white-robed monk appeared, the monk walking barefoot on the ground. He was the Warrior of the Faith sent from the Great Sept of Baelor in King's Landing, and was the leader of this group of hundreds of monks. Behind the Warrior of the Faith, a second monk appeared, a third monk, a fourth monk... Melisandre opened the way in front, and wherever she and the red beast went, the wildfire on the ground suddenly went out, as if an invisible person had opened his mouth and blown out the flame on a candle, leaving only a faint wisp of blue smoke.

The Mountain stood in front of the Night King, he held the two-meter-long Valyrian steel sword Ice in one hand, twisting his wrist, twirling a sword flower, the Ice greatsword was as light as a small dagger in his hand. He had taken off his more than two hundred jin heavy armor (original setting, the armor needed two soldiers to lift), his whole body was relaxed, his strength was even greater, and his speed and agility were more than doubled.

The arrival of Melisandre and dozens of monks strengthened the Mountain's confidence.

The Three-Eyed Raven was a greenseer, but Melisandre and Lady Daenerys Quntina were also people with predictive abilities. They were true servants of God, they were the Mountain's people. The Great Sage, the pyromancers, and the monks of the Seven Gods were all the Mountain's allies.

Melisandre came to the dragon's side with a calm expression. Arianne Martell stared at her, her face full of vigilance and guard.

The appearance of Melisandre and the red beast surprised Arianne Martell.

It was the first time she had seen the magical creature unicorn, and it was also the first time she had seen Melisandre. Melisandre's eyes were two flames, and looking at them for a little longer made her feel dizzy and trance-like, which made her feel awe in her heart and even more guarded against Melisandre.

“Melisandre, monks of the Seven Gods, the dragon is injured.” The Mountain's voice was strangely steady.

“We are here for the dragon.” Melisandre jumped off the red beast, the red beast neighed softly, and quickly came to the Mountain's side, he lowered his head, and the horn on his head touched the Mountain's body. The Mountain reached out and patted his head, and the red beast leaned over, rubbing against the Mountain's body.

“Good boy, go away, I'm going to fight!”

The red beast let out a soft neigh, knelt down on its front hooves, and lowered himself. He wanted his master to ride him to the final battle.

*

At the same time, behind the Mountain, the monks of the Seven Gods stood together, and the leading Warrior of the Faith approached the dragon and said softly: “Sheepstealer, we are here to heal you. Don't be afraid.” The Warrior of the Faith's voice trembled slightly, and the hand he reached out to touch the dragon scales was also shaking slightly uncontrollably. Was he excited,亢奋, or nervous, awe-struck?

All the monks were nervous, afraid to breathe, holding their hearts in their hands.

Although the dragon was lying on the ground dying, the invisible and tangible dragon might still suffocated them.

All the monks of the Seven Gods were seeing a dragon up close for the first time, and super close to the dragon's side.

Sheepstealer's dim dragon eyes flashed, as if there was broken gold flashing in his eyes.

Melisandre looked at Arianne, slowly tilting her head, scrutinizing her with a bewitching gaze: “Arianne Martell, don't worry, I am not the Mountain's woman. You don't have to secretly be hostile to me.”

“Then who are you? How do you know my name?”

“I am Melisandre, a priestess of the Red God, and also a military priest of the Clegane Legion. Arianne, the long night is dark and full of terrors, the Lord of Light is the one true God, are you willing to promote the Red God's faith in Dorne?”

“You are the Melisandre who sacrifices living people to the Red God? I will never promote the Red God's faith in Dorne, and if any Red God priest dares to enter Dorne, I will hang him!”

“The sacrifice on Dragonstone, I was just following the will of the Red God.”

“Sacrificing living people, you are too evil!” Arianne Martell said coldly.

Melisandre stared at Arianne, her head slowly tilted to the other side, her beautiful voice was like singing: “Princess Arianne Martell, you are worried about the Mountain. Don't worry, the Mountain is the reincarnation of Azor Ahai, he is our Lightbringer. I saw the prophecy, the Night King will be killed by him.”

Arianne's heart was awe-stricken, this evil wizard had the ability to see through people's hearts.

“The Mountain needs help, you should let the underground legions come out with dragonglass weapons, instead of letting the Mountain fight alone.”

“No, you are wrong, Azor Ahai is the hero chosen by the Lord of Light, only he can kill the Night King and end the war.”

“He is the Mountain!”

“He is Azor Ahai.”

*

The monks of the Seven Gods began to chant in a low voice, and the Warrior of the Faith took out a packet of medicinal powder and pressed it on Sheepstealer's wound. Melisandre's gaze suddenly shifted away from Arianne and looked to the east, where several White Walkers appeared, holding thin swords, rushing towards this side, as if they were flying on the ruins.

Those were the eight White Walkers who were swept away by the dragon's tail, they had recovered and were back.

“The White Walkers are coming, their target is the dragon.” Melisandre said without moving her lips, “Arianne, how many can you block?”

“One, or two.” Arianne turned to meet the enemy, her right hand holding a long sword and her left hand holding a dragonglass dagger.

“I can block up to three.”

“I didn't see your sword.”

“I have guards.”

“I didn't see your guards either.”

“You will see them! The Lord of Light is the god of shadows and flames.”

“What about the rest?”

“I don't know!”

“Maybe I can block one or two.” The Warrior of the Faith stood up, he came over and drew out a dragonglass short knife.

Dozens of monks looked this way, their faces becoming awe-stricken. The timid monks were moving, causing the formation to become disorganized.

“Continue to heal the dragon, the chanting cannot stop. We can buy enough time for the dragon and the Mountain, monks, show courage, the Seven Gods are watching us from heaven.” The Warrior of the Faith shouted sharply.

So, the intermittent chanting became a neat chanting. When the first sound of metal collision came, the monks closed their eyes.

*

The first to break out in battle were the Mountain and the Night King.

The Mountain, who had removed the helmet and plate armor, sacrificed defense and chose the ultimate in speed and strength.

The two swords, one long and one short, one thick and one thin, the sword light drew out starlight, and the sword flowers bloomed like stars. The Night King fought fast with fast, while the Mountain fought near with far. The target of his attack was no longer the Night King's body, but the arm with which the Night King held the sword to attack him.

The Valyrian steel sword only needed to scratch any point on the Night King's body to kill him, so why attack the Night King's vital parts? Any part of the Night King's body was a fatal vital part.

And the arm with which the Night King was holding the thin sword to attack the Mountain was the closest to the Mountain. This allowed the Mountain to threaten the Night King from the furthest distance, and it was also a fatal threat.

The Mountain's sword was two meters long, plus the length of his arm, plus the length of the Night King's arm, he could attack the Night King from more than three meters away, and at this distance, the Night King's sword was still a two-handed sword's distance away from the Mountain's body.

And the Mountain, who had taken off his plate armor, was no slower than the Night King!

Ding ding dang dang, sparks flew everywhere. The Night King and the Mountain's sword lights crisscrossed, collided, and entangled. The ground kicked up dust and flew. The Night King made strange noises, and the Mountain roared like thunder. The Night King attacked with all his strength, and the Mountain counterattacked with all his strength. The two fought to a standstill. The Mountain's clumsy strength was thousands of pounds, and he usually won by strength in battle; while the magical power on the Night King's thin sword was like the earth. Easily offset the Mountain's every chop.

The Ice greatsword lost its overwhelming advantage of power for the first time, but the length advantage of the sword and the Valyrian steel sword offset the Night King's speed advantage.

*

The first White Walker pounced, Arianne娇喝了一声, and suddenly迎了上去. The two swords crossed, making a loud bang. The great power contained in the thin sword was unmatched. Arianne flew backwards, crashing to the ground. Her back hit a hard stone, and she felt all the bones in her body scattered in an instant. The severe pain suffocated her breath...

In just one face-to-face encounter, Arianne was knocked away by the first unusually tall White Walker. However, she was well-trained, and the long sword and short knife in her hand did not fall off.

She was better at spearmanship!

Melisandre's voice sounded in her ear: “Get up quickly, go to the monks and protect them.”

Before she could finish speaking, the sound of swords colliding suddenly became dense, as if hundreds of people's swords were colliding, and then she heard two bangs. Arianne knew that it was the sound of two White Walkers exploding into ice chips. She had just gotten up, dizzy and lightheaded, when a White Walker pounced, the thin sword in his hand slashing towards her neck. Arianne was shocked, knowing that she could not resist. The lesson of her first resistance was too profound. Arianne rolled forward, the thin sword cut across the top of her head, cutting off her long hair. She crashed into the White Walker's legs, which were two stone pillars. Amidst screams, the dragonglass short dagger in her hand stabbed out suddenly, hitting the White Walker's lower abdomen...

Arianne was not a fledgling. She was familiar with all kinds of fighting skills, but at the beginning of the battle, she had no understanding of the White Walker's strength at all... She forgot that she was not the Mountain...

Bang bang!

There were two more sounds of White Walkers exploding.

Puff puff puff!

Ah ah ah ah!

A White Walker rushed into the group of monks and launched a massacre against the monks who were chanting with their eyes closed. The monks' hot blood splattered, and screams rang out non-stop. Arianne stood up, the Warrior of the Faith was already dead, his head and body separated, and the arm holding the knife fell on the other side, far away from his headless body... Beside Melisandre, two black shadows were graceful, looking just like Melisandre herself, holding dragonglass short knives, one on the left and one on the right, fighting with two White Walkers... The dense sound of swords colliding was made by them...

“Arianne, what are you dawdling for, go and kill that White Walker. My shadow guards can't hold on for long...” Melisandre shouted. Her hand pointed to a White Walker who was slaughtering monks.

“Where is the other White Walker?” Arianne secretly said it was bad, glanced around, and sure enough, a White Walker was running towards the Mountain's back...