Legend of the Dragon King of Ice and Fire

The churning and burning nests of sizzling emerald snakes gradually disappeared, the high temperature evaporated the fog, and the sight of the guards on the nightsong city wall became clear.

At this time, looking around with the light of the lighthouse and the torch, they discovered that there were only the remains of a dead horse in the scorched black and red land, and there were no traces of human beings!

The drum sound from a distance became clearer, like a big and noisy heartbeat.

"Kill!"

The noise outside the city was full of roars, shouts, and the trembling of horns and drums. A group of shield players in bright black armor rushed out of the woods, followed by a large number of archers in painted leather vests.

Leading them is a giant with a giant hammer, taller than most trees!

Seeing the densely crowded figures below, charging towards Night Song City, Philip Ford's face changed drastically, and his scalp was numb.

Now he was convinced that he had fallen into the plot of Tyrion Lannister.

He turned to the left and right and issued a command: "The archer is in place."

The crossbowmen rushed to their posts, pushing away the standing soldiers whose celebrations stopped abruptly.

At this moment, they always seem in the way, and the city roads of Nightsong City are busy.

"Damn it! We are blindsided!"

Many people beat their feet and chested out, annoyed.

After the wildfire was exhausted, facing the majestic army that swept over, they smelled a breath of death rushing toward their faces.

The captain of the garrison, Deno, came to Philip Ford and was exposed to the dangerous teeth.

Regardless of his subordinate status, Deno angrily scolded him: "You idiot, the dangerous time has come!"

The One-eyed Sir was speechless, and he muttered feebly, "It's over, we're over!"

Deno grabbed his collar armour, and spit out loudly and shouted: "You are a knight who has been painted with holy oil, cheer up and pull out your oath-keeping sword!"

The one-eyed jazz smiled miserably at him: "We can't win, we have only four hundred guards, and Zhuo Ge has 20,000 troops!"

"Pooh!"

Deno witnessed several changes in Nightsong City, and he was tired of having a new lord.

In fact, he understood that the Dothraki would not accept his surrender.

When the unsullied army rushed to the city, he yelled, "Fall arrows! The trebuchet also moves!"

Nearly a hundred sharp arrows fired at the same time, and his crossbowmen immediately set off a deadly arrow rain.

A group of swaying orange-red birds swooped down from the castle. There were about 20 or 30. These were burning pitch tanks, dragging their long tails and shooting them down in a parabola.

The shield of the Unsullied blocked most of the arrow rain.

And most of their flying birds, only a few landed on the rare enemy in the first battle, exploded, scattered sparks.

Knowing the range of the trebuchet, Zogo's second battle came to a halt, and they wouldn't make fearless sacrifices.

Because now they feel that Nightsong City is already in their pockets, and this will happen sooner or later.

The city road is too narrow, and the trebuchet is not easy to set up, making it difficult to adjust the range and do some useless work.

Seeing the enemy's ladder leaning against the wall, the archer fired from the countless arrow holes on the battlements, this time also mixed with falling rocks.

Their goal was aimed at the Unsullied being as agile as a monkey, climbing up the ladder.

A famous **** hit a flying arrow or a rolling stone, fell off the ladder, and fell into mud.

But the living are not afraid, and they still step on the unstable ladder.

Tyrion led the army, how could he always be restrained? He ordered the operators who pushed the trebuchet into place to fight back, fill the asphalt bucket, and the burning stone, and toss it to Nightsong City.

For a time, falling objects came and went, like **** three-headed dogs hissing strangely.

Asphalt cupping kept dropping and rising, fireworks filled everywhere, and the soldiers on both sides screamed screaming.

This is war, and it is impossible not to shed blood.

"Boom boom boom!"

The giant held a hammer and smashed the gate of the city.

The leader is now dumbfounded, and Nord took the initiative to grab his command: "Hot oil, where is the hot oil!?"

But no one responded to him, and the winning battle would require so much preparation.

"Remember, if Night Song City falls, it is your responsibility!"

The captain of the garrison wanted to kill this coward.

In the black smoke and redness of the sky, Philip Ford caught a glimpse of a white shadow with extreme speed, and rushed to the giant at the gate of the city.

Approaching the giant, the white shadow jumped up suddenly, stepped on the giant's huge head, bounced again with the help of force, and rushed straight to the city road!

At this time, Philip Ford saw it clearly, it was a white lion the size of a buffalo, grinning!

And on its back sat a burly man with sharp eyes and a cold face.

"Snowball, disperse these **** crossbowmen, and slingers!"

"Roar!"

The blood-stained white lion slammed into the bow and arrow, like a wolf expelling a chick. Before most people could get an arrow, they were knocked into the air and even fell into the city.

The infantry hurriedly arrived and used spears and battle axes to resist. After a short while, the whole scene was full of flesh and blood.

Zhuo Ge was riding a rampant white lion, swinging a Valyrian scimitar to cut left and right, no matter who it was, as long as he was close, he would be cut and overturned indiscriminately!

Seeing this, Philip Ford's heart stopped beating, he even forgot to run away~www.novelmtl.com~No," he yelled, "No, no no no no no no no--! "

But amidst the roars and killings, no one heard him except for the nearest Nord.

In an instant, a blade of light flashed, and his shout stopped.

A **** head flew over his head, and Nord couldn't help but shrink.

"Philip Ford!" he screamed.

His shout instantly made Zhuo Ge's call to the white lion to stop the collision.

Kao heard that he had killed the leader of Nightsong City, which caused his fighting gaze to drop sharply.

Now, he just wanted to stop and watch the Unsullied ones climbing up the city wall, and Karratha, who was rushing into the city with giants, cleared up the mess.

Tyrion ran up the city road, through the melee crowd, looking for the **** chameleon. He once trusted Philip Ford, but Sir One-eyed betrayed him.

He was struggling to kill, and was suddenly attacked with a tomahawk from behind. Fortunately, the helmet blocked the blow, and his head was just buzzing and not broken.

He fainted and rolled on the ground subconsciously.

The attacker yelled and launched a charge, with a strong shield and a spear up, and pierced into the abdomen of the incoming person first.

The strong shield helped him to rise, "Your Excellency, Night Song City already belongs to us."

Indeed, the little devil raised his eyes and looked around. Most of the enemies were either dead or dying, and some surrendered.

He took off his helmet, wiped the blood on his face, and asked, "You can see the **** Philip Ford?"

Strong shield replied excitedly: "Oh, he has separated his body and his head, and his head was beheaded by your majesty!"

When the little devil heard this, a deep regret came to his heart.

"It's a pity that he failed to drink the red wine I promised him, the glass of wine that could make Joffrey die."

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