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Chapitre 431: Chapter 431: The Battle of Riverrun

"Form up!"

"Form up!"

Faced with the overwhelming onslaught of Dothraki cavalry, a flurry of orders echoed throughout the allied camp by the Red Fork. The nobles of the Seven Kingdoms swore to resist the attack of dragons and barbarians, acting as defenders of the civilized world, protecting the traditional glory of Westeros.

The Dothraki's attack methods were flexible and varied, like a predator stalking its prey, constantly wearing down their nerves until they were exhausted, then biting their necks in one swift move.

"Roar~"

The Dothraki, riding their horses and brandishing their arakhs, circled the allied formation, continuously letting out piercing howls, exerting immense psychological pressure on the allied soldiers.

The dragon hovering in the sky, its wings flapping as it flew over the heads of the allied forces, left them trembling in fear.

Thud—

Thud—

The sound of bowstrings echoed from within the allied formation. Two giant crossbow bolts were launched into the sky with a sharp noise, but they missed their target by a mile.

Whoosh~

The black dragon, Balerion, spread its wings and soared in the sky. It was far from the ground, and the aim of the giant crossbows was largely left to chance. To hit the dragon, one had to predict its position in advance and judge the impact of the high-altitude wind on the crossbow bolts, with luck playing a significant role.

In fact, the best opportunity to hit the dragon with a giant crossbow would be when the dragon swoops down to breathe fire. The closer the distance, the higher the chance of hitting the dragon and the greater the damage caused.

A dozen giant crossbows firing at close range might hit Balerion with one or two bolts.

This was how they caught the enemy off guard in the previous Battle of the Twins, but unfortunately, they did not hit the dragon's vital points. The other parts covered with thick scales, even if pierced by a crossbow bolt, could hardly cause much damage, just like being pricked by a needle, utterly useless.

The allied forces' use of giant crossbows to launch bolts was also a kind of probe, hoping to scare off the dragon.

But unfortunately, Balerion showed no fear, instead, it seemed to stir up some unpleasant memories.

"Heh—"

The dragon soared in the sky, letting out a deep roar that echoed far and wide.

On the ground, Viserys rode a snow-white warhorse, its fur as smooth as satin, its large body and strong thighs, and its eyes bright and spirited.

This warhorse had been with Viserys for many years, but since Viserys could ride dragons into battle, he had rarely fought alongside this companion.

Today, Viserys decided to personally join the battle, letting Balerion act freely.

Whoo—

The desolate horn sounded in the distance, and the white horse under Viserys seemed a bit eager to try.

He wore a bright Valyrian steel armor, holding a pure steel lance in his hand, which he thumped lightly on the ground, stirring up dust.

His power had long surpassed the extraordinary, and now it was close to the next realm. The wooden lance used by ordinary people naturally no longer suited him, and he didn't need to use the lance to unload force. A lance of several dozen pounds of pure steel was just as easy for him to wield.

"Khal."

Khal Drogo, who followed Viserys, wore a beast skin armor, his legs tightly clamped to the horse's belly. He held a Valyrian steel arakh in his hand and a bow and arrows on his back. His warhorse also seemed a bit eager to try.

Drogo turned his head to look at Viserys next to him, and Viserys, looking at the distance, pulled the reins of his warhorse and finally nodded slightly.

The next second.

Whoo~

The horn in the Dothraki camp finally sounded.

"Roar~"

The Dothraki surrounding the allied camp from all sides rushed towards the central allied formation, coming like a surging tide.

Rumble—

The galloping of horse hooves vibrated the eardrums, and the earth was slightly trembling. The allied soldiers, having formed their formation and holding their spears and shields tightly, swallowed a mouthful of saliva. They felt the pebbles in the grass under their feet were lightly jumping.

"All men!"

"Raise your shields!"

Tywin Lannister, dressed in dark gold armor and a red cloak, rode his horse inspecting the line, personally directing the battle.

The king was still resting in Riverrun, and the acting commander was naturally Tywin Lannister. His face was serious and meticulous, showing no fear at all, his red cloak fluttering in the wind.

"Raise your shields!"

"Raise your spears!"

And not far away, on the walls of Riverrun, surrounded by water on three sides.

"Your Grace, please be careful."

As the Lord of the Riverlands, Hoster Tully, the Duke of Riverrun, climbed onto the city wall with the help of his guards.

Watching the barbarians rushing towards the distant allied forces, his face looked a bit unsightly.

"These barbarians..."

He had not personally experienced the war between humans and the Others, so he was somewhat unclear about Viserys's strength.

Edmure did tell him, but as people get old, they become stubborn, and the old duke didn't listen.

After he said those harsh words yesterday, he actually regretted it a bit. His original intention was to show the integrity of the Tully family and, by the way, to get some more chips at the negotiation table in the future.

After all, Riverrun is easy to defend and hard to attack. It only needs two hundred men to resist the attack of tens of thousands of soldiers. Moreover, Riverrun has a large amount of supplies stored that can sustain people and horses for two years.

What's more, there are tens of thousands of allied forces helping to defend the city now, and their number is more than twice that of the Mad King's son.

Hoster Tully doesn't think the allied forces will lose, at least they won't lose too badly.

However, today he climbed onto the city wall and saw a dragon for the first time.

"Heh—"

Balerion let out a roar, then swooped down from the sky. Dozens of giant crossbows on the ground fired bolts at the same time, but they all missed.

Rumble—

Then the surging dragon flame hit the ground, and the formation formed by the allied forces was instantly shattered by the dragon flame.

"Roar~"

The rushing Dothraki let out a howl, waving their arakhs, and rushed in through the gap torn open by the dragon.

Clang clang...

Everywhere was the sound of metal collision.

Puff—

A Dothraki cut open the throat of a Lannister soldier in red and black armor with his arakh, and the body immediately fell to the ground.

"Die!"

Another Riverlands soldier in plate armor roared, and his spear pierced the warhorse under a Dothraki.

The warhorse let out a painful neigh, but it also knocked the spearman flying like a high-speed

car, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Thud—

But before he could get up from the ground, the chaotic and noisy horse hooves trampled over him.

A horse hoof stepped on his face, and his cheek was instantly bloody and mangled. The Riverlands soldier let out a painful scream.

Then he was trampled to death by the horses rushing up from behind, his head crushed with a pop, just like crushing an ice cream ball, the ground was smeared with bright red and milky white.


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