Chương 386: Chapter 386: Secret Weapon
Despite the impressive number of over a hundred thousand soldiers in the allied forces, they still seemed insignificant against the army of the dead.
The commanders of the allied forces were no longer sure how many wights there were, but it was certain that the number was no longer just two or three hundred thousand. Five or six hundred thousand? Or even a million?
The most terrifying thing about the army of the dead was their ability to convert the fallen. Countless dead rose again to join their ranks. The allied forces dwindled while the enemy's numbers grew. How could they fight such a war?
The renowned commanders from all over the Seven Kingdoms were gathered here, but none of them knew how to fight such monsters. They could only take one step at a time.
Soon, the White Walkers began their siege. The endless army of wights let out terrifying screams as they charged towards the walls of Karhold.
The soldiers on the walls of Karhold also began to raise their bows. Every few steps along the broad wall road, there was a blazing bonfire. The soldiers first dipped their oil-soaked arrowheads in the fire, igniting their arrows, then strung them on their bows. Following the commander's orders, they all raised their bows.
"Raise your bows!"
"Fire!"
Boom, boom, boom——
Flaming arrows flew into the sky, forming a rain of fire that fell down.
The wights could completely ignore the arrows, but they were extremely afraid of the burning flames on the arrows. This was an experience that humans had gradually summarized in the face of the White Walkers. Humans are a species good at learning and changing.
The number of wights rushing forward was too many. The archers on the walls of Karhold didn't need to aim. They just needed to light the arrows and then close their eyes and let them go.
Thump, thump, thump——
Burning arrows fell into the endless crowd of wights.
"Roar——"
The wights hit by the arrows let out strange screams and fell in the snow. But before they could get up again, they were trampled into pieces by the wights rushing up from behind.
Wights have no feelings, only a madness for flesh. The trampled wights also felt no pain, their heads were just crushed under the screams.
The Duke of Tywin's face was grim. His palm tightly gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist. Standing atop the tower of the city wall, his green eyes constantly scanned the entire battlefield.
This was his first time seeing a White Walker. He had once been curious about how terrifying the monsters that had defeated the allied forces in succession and even caused the entire North to fall could be?
But now, seeing them for the first time left a deep impression on him.
"If these monsters are not completely defeated, Westeros is finished."
Such a thought suddenly crossed Tywin's mind. By then, all plots and power games would be useless.
The Seven Kingdoms, the noble and ancient families of the Direwolf, Trout, Lion, Deer, Rose, etc., would all become walking dead. Westeros would be filled with such monsters running rampant.
Just thinking about it made Tywin feel a bit cold, and he had the idea of retreating.
But the old lion was after all deep in his city, his emotions did not show on his face, he still looked as steady as a mountain. This made Tyrion, who had been observing his father's face in secret for a long time, admire him.
"Father. Worthy of being my father."
The little imp also followed his father to Karhold this time. Although he was already nineteen years old, his height was still like a child's.
As a born dwarf, his existence has always been a shame to the Lannister family. Even his father had him supervise the construction of the drainage system of Casterly Rock to humiliate him.
But he didn't expect that this time he would go to Karhold to face the White Walkers, and all the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms would gather here. His father was even willing to take him along, which moved Tyrion greatly.
In the past, his father would always see him as a shame, and he would never let him attend such a noble gathering.
Did his father finally stop looking down on him?
Tyrion didn't think too much about it.
Then he turned his head back to continue watching the battlefield with full concentration. The battle seemed to be not going well. The fire attack of the allied forces had a certain effect.
But the problem was still there, there were too many wights and they were not afraid of death. Without a large-scale lethal weapon, it was impossible to stop their advance.
Now the fast-running wights had already rushed to the walls of Karhold. The soldiers threw down oil from above, then ignited it to form a wall of fire to block the wights' steps.
"But this is not a long-term solution. To defeat the White Walkers, other methods are needed."
Tyrion, dressed in a tailor-made suit, with the Lannister family crest pinned on his chest, was thinking rapidly.
Although he was short and ugly, and was maliciously called the 'little imp', Tyrion's brain was very smart. Because he was rejected and despised by his peers, Tyrion liked to read books alone in a corner since he was a child. His only friend was his elder brother Jaime.
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion below.
A wight somehow stepped on the bodies of its companions, crossed the sea of fire, and suddenly climbed onto the city wall, directly knocking down a soldier of the Lannister family.
The Lannister soldiers next to him were shocked, then drew their swords and 'hacked' this wight into pieces. But the soldier who was knocked down still lost his life, half of his throat was bitten off and blood was splattered all over the ground.
Several soldiers followed the commander's orders and threw the body of their comrade off the city wall, into the fire to be cremated.
Tyrion felt a bit uncomfortable seeing this bloody scene. This was his first time experiencing war firsthand.
Then he turned his head and looked at his father again. Duke Tywin still looked calm, as steady as a mountain, only the fingers gripping the hilt of his sword were slightly white.
Seeing his father's calm demeanor, Tyrion felt much more at ease.
The White Walkers were indeed terrifying.
But as a noble member of the Lannister family, Tyrion believed that his safety was very secure, especially with his father by his side.
"Father wouldn't hurt me."
Just like the tragic story of the soldiers of White Harbor jumping into the sea to commit suicide, no one mentioned that the Earl of White Harbor had escaped by boat first.
Moreover, as the nominal heir to the Westerlands, Tyrion knew that this time, to fight the White Walkers, the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms seemed to have prepared a powerful 'secret weapon'.
It had been secretly transported to Karhold a long time ago. The carriages carrying these 'secret weapons' only traveled at night, and the covers were tightly sealed and light-proof. Even the inside was filled with sand. After the goods arrived at the storage cellar, they were sealed with beeswax and stored in water-filled cellars.
"With such a 'secret weapon', the allied forces may be able to defeat the White Walkers in one fell swoop at the Neck." Tyrion thought to himself.
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