章 336: Chapter 336: The Defeat of the Allied Forces
The alliance of humans had been defeated in the face of the onslaught of the White Walkers.
The moment the Night King drew his sword of ice, countless brave warriors who had fallen in battle rose again, joining the ranks of the undead army. The outcome was already sealed.
Sometimes, human strength can seem infinite, but at other times, it can feel incredibly insignificant.
Faced with an irresistible force, even the most determined efforts cannot prevent the collapse of a great edifice.
The line of the allied forces began to crumble, gradually fragmenting, then like an avalanche, it spread to the other troops still holding out, ultimately leading to a total rout.
"Run!"
"Run quickly!"
Some were the first to throw down their weapons and flee, with others following suit.
The supervising officers could not stop so many soldiers from fleeing. They were instantly scattered, even trampled underfoot and crushed to death.
People panicked and fled towards the rear. Some nobles of the Seven Kingdoms ran even faster than the soldiers.
They had noticed early on that something was wrong, then climbed onto their warhorses, abandoning their troops and fleeing alone.
The commanders who still wanted to resist could not change the current situation, no matter how much they shouted.
"It's too dangerous here!"
"Lord Tarly! You must leave first!"
Randyll Tarly, who had lost half an ear and whose cheek was covered in fresh blood, was helped onto a warhorse by his soldiers.
The elite soldiers of Horn Hill were the best performing troops in the entire war. They were tenacious and resisted fiercely.
Like a rock in the sea, they stood at the forefront of the line, allowing waves from all directions to crash against them, attracting a large number of undead attacks.
However, even such elite troops could not hold out alone and faced collapse.
The snowstorm on the battlefield grew stronger, making it hard for people to open their eyes. The defeat of the human alliance was an unchangeable fact, and even if reinforcements arrived at this time, they could not change the situation.
"Lord Stannis!"
As one of the highest-ranking individuals in this war, Stannis had been on the battlefield all along, and now he too was helped onto a warhorse to retreat first.
The man with sparse hair sat upright on his horse, his body covered in blood. His black cloak was torn and tattered, and the sword at his waist was chipped.
Stannis turned his head for a last look at the sparse soldiers of Dragonstone, while around him, soldiers were fleeing in all directions.
The situation was now uncontrollable and irretrievable.
Even though Stannis was unwilling, he had to flee with the soldiers.
Then he took a deep breath, held the reins with one hand, and squeezed the horse's belly with his legs.
"Go!"
Then Stannis, leading a few of his guards, rode away from the battlefield on swift horses.
...
"Run!"
"Run quickly!"
On the ground, everyone was fleeing. The situation was completely one-sided.
The undead were chasing, and the humans were running.
Whoosh—
In the sky above.
A black crow flapped its wings, braving the wild snowstorm, and quickly flew over the battlefield.
As the crow flew against the wind and snow, it tilted its small black head, its crimson eyes seemingly overlooking the battlefield below.
Humans had been defeated.
It saw everything.
"Help!"
"Save me!"
In the white snowstorm, countless fleeing soldiers cried out for help.
It was like a human purgatory.
The complete collapse of the front line was a disaster like a rolling snowball. Those who ran at the back were essentially waiting to die
. If the people in front ran slowly, those behind, no matter how anxious, could not escape.
At the same time, countless people accidentally fell, and no one bent down to help them. They were trampled underfoot, never to rise again, literally trampled into a pulp.
Now that the allied forces were in full retreat, everyone was in a state of panic. Everyone wanted to survive, knowing that the undead were chasing them from behind.
If they stopped to help their comrades, wouldn't that delay their own escape?
This race was not against time, but against their own kind, and the price of failure was death.
The crow saw the defeat of the human alliance, but its crimson eyes were calm, without disappointment or joy.
After all, it was just a crow, devoid of human emotions.
On the ground below.
The crow swiftly flew across the sky, flapping its wings. The ground was filled with chaos and noise, all humans were running, and the dark side of human nature was fully exposed at this moment.
Some people killed their comrades who were blocking their way in order to escape, while others stabbed others in the thigh, using them as bait to slow down the advance of the undead.
In such a chaotic situation, who had the time to look at the sky? The undead, lacking brains, naturally wouldn't care about their surroundings.
But on the outskirts of the battlefield, the Night King, riding his skeletal horse, watched the battlefield with flames burning in his hollow eye sockets.
He calmly observed the battlefield in front of him. The defeat of the alliance did not change his expression at all. In his view, all of this was as it should be.
At that moment.
As the crow, flapping its wings, flew over the battlefield, the Night King, as if sensing something, suddenly looked up.
His flaming eyes stared intently at the black crow.
For the first time, his expression changed noticeably, like anger, like disgust, or perhaps both.
He then let out a shrieking cry.
The crow, as if sensing the impending disaster, hurriedly flapped its wings to gain altitude, flying towards a higher place.
But it was too late.
An icicle, formed from the Night King's hand, was thrown, flying straight into the sky, making a sharp noise as it rapidly enlarged in the crow's eyes.
Whoosh~
Just before the icicle hit the crow, a strong spiritual body abruptly left its body.
The crow returned to normal for a second, then its head was shattered by the incoming icicle.
Crack—
Its small head turned into a cloud of blood in the air, then its body plunged to the ground.
The Night King, still riding his skeletal horse, hadn't moved an inch from start to finish.
But this time, he looked intently at the crow's body on the ground, his face somewhat stern.
At the same time.
A huge fire suddenly broke out on the distant battlefield.
This was the last resort of the human alliance. If they were defeated, they would set fire to cover their retreat.
Afterwards.
The human alliance, after being defeated at the Wall, fled all the way to Winterfell, leaving a vast expanse of land to the army of the dead.
The White Walkers seemed in no hurry to continue their pursuit.
Instead, after occupying the Wall, they began to gather their forces, searching the land beyond the Wall.
It seemed that something else had attracted the attention of the White Walkers.
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