章節 389: Chapter 389: Plan Failed
The soldiers of the allied forces, who had fled far ahead, were panic-stricken, unaware of the disaster that had occurred.
Thud, thud...
The high-ranking nobles of the Seven Kingdoms, however, reined in their horses, looking anxiously back and whispering to each other.
King Robert, his rotund body perched atop his steed, his armor nearly bursting at the seams from his belly, held his warhammer in one hand. The guards of the Red Keep flanked him, including Ser Mandon Moore and Ser Marlon Trant of the Kingsguard.
"Whoosh——"
Then King Robert reined in his horse and looked back. His chubby face was weathered and weary, his black beard fluttering in the wind. The constant defeats over the past half a year had put a great deal of psychological pressure on him. His voice was low and tinged with anticipation.
"Did we blow him up?"
The sudden explosion had reached even further afield. The green fire and the shockwave from the explosion tore through the clouds, forming a green mushroom cloud that illuminated everyone's faces.
These faces were filled with fear, joy, indifference, and anticipation. A myriad of expressions appeared among the allied forces.
Tywin Lannister's face, however, showed no joy. The Duke of Casterly Rock was impassive, his hand tightly gripping the reins.
But under the watchful eye of Stafford Lannister, it seemed that he could vaguely sense the complex emotions of his cousin. There was a sense of relief, guilt, and the two intertwined, making it difficult to discern which emotion was dominant.
Not long ago, it was Ser Stafford and several knights of House Lannister who had personally executed Tywin's orders. They had chained Tyrion to the wall of the cellar, hoping that this disgrace to the Lannister family would die at the hands of the White Walkers, while also earning some 'heroic' reputation. They wanted to make the most of the situation.
Tywin watched the mushroom cloud rise from the explosion in silence for a long time, then finally withdrew his gaze. His face still showed no emotion. Then, with a squeeze of his legs against his horse's belly, he said calmly.
"Let's go."
Upon hearing his cousin's words, Stafford quickly spurred his horse and, along with the Lannister soldiers, continued to retreat along the causeway.
Whether the Night King had been blown up or not, the allied forces were not aware.
However, under such circumstances, no one wanted to go back. The allied forces had invested a large amount of wildfire in this war.
This was a highly flammable liquid that could burn for a long time, made by the Alchemist's Guild. Each jar had an astonishing explosive power.
Anything that was ignited by wildfire would be burned to ashes. It could penetrate clothing, wood, leather, and even steel, setting them all on fire.
Even this strange green liquid could burn on the surface of the water.
The father of Viserys, the 'Mad King' Aerys II, used to love burning people with wildfire.
Because of the unique properties of wildfire, it would not go out for a long time after the explosion, especially since the allied forces had put in all their efforts. The terrifying scale of the explosion made it impossible for ordinary people to approach the core of the explosion.
Perhaps they would be melted before they could get close, and the life or death of the Night King was even more unknown.
Therefore, when this plan was formulated, it was decided that no matter what the result was, there was no need to look back.
The allied forces retreated all the way to the main camp at the Twins.
The allied forces detonated a large amount of wildfire stored under the causeway and then fled.
In the center of the wildfire explosion, the rising green fire turned into a mushroom cloud, then gradually dissipated.
With the center of the explosion under the Night King's feet as the center, a radius of several kilometers had been leveled. The King's Road, the only passage connecting the North and the South, was blown to pieces and completely destroyed.
The traditional flora and fauna growing in the Neck, lizard-lions, poisonous snakes, forests soaked in mud all year round, and curtain-like fungi hanging between branches, etc., were all turned into ashes.
Everywhere you looked, there was a green fire burning, making a crackling sound, as if it had turned into a terrifying hell on earth.
Countless wights following the Night King were turned into ashes in the explosion, and even more were ignited by the splashing wildfire, falling to the ground in a frenzy of howling and turning into ashes. These wights were permanently dead, never to rise again, becoming part of the nutrients of the earth.
However, at this time, in the center of the wildfire explosion.
Crack, crack, crack——
A strange sound of ice cracking spread from the center of the explosion, quickly expanding, and the white snow still echoed with the green fire.
...
The allied forces' battle plan had failed.
The large amount of wildfire buried underground and detonated did not directly blow the Night King to the sky. Although the bodies of the White Walkers were torn apart by the shock wave of the explosion, ordinary fire could not burn their souls, so they quickly recovered under the power of the snow.
A large number of wights were blown into ashes, but for the army of the dead, wights are the least scarce thing. Therefore, the pace of the White Walker army was only slightly hindered, and then they continued on their journey south.
The cold covered the entire Neck, and the army of the dead walked on the Neck, known as a natural barrier, as if it were flat ground.
The Night King did not regard humans as enemies, his greatest enemy was the warm wind blowing from the south.
The bloodline of the Kings in the North seemed to contain some ancient and mysterious unknown power. They belonged to 'cold' and 'snow'.
The Night King revived the Kings in the North of the Stark family and with their help, the Night King seemed to have a better grasp of the power of the cold.
In the confrontation between 'red' and 'blue' that mortals could not touch, the blue light gradually squeezed the red light.
And reflected in the reality that mortals can see is the winter wind blowing south, accompanying the steps of the Night King.
"Humans are utterly defeated."
Lord Walder Frey leaned on his cane, his hair worn away by the years, his teeth fallen out, his skin sagging, but his nearly ninety years of age brought him experience that ordinary people could not reach.
His voice was harsh but still loud, he seemed energetic, and even often boasted that he was as strong as a bull, still able to perform marital duties and procreate.
"How many years has it been since the Green Fork froze? Hmm?"
"The last time it didn't freeze was before that 'False Spring'."
Old Walder Frey laughed heartily, seemingly unconcerned about the current predicament.
During the 'False Spring', Rhaegar eloped with Lyanna, which led to a war and ultimately cost the Targaryen family their throne.
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