Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Chapter 462 Dragon Flame

   "What the **** are these things? Can't they be killed?"

   When he came to the East City, Sir Marvin Belmore looked at the enemy who was cut in half by him, but was still screaming and struggling, his eyes were full of horror.

   "Of course it can be killed." Sir Lynn Corbray pierced the enemy's skull with a sword, finally calming the monster completely.

   "What's going on? Why..." Sir Marvin was wondering, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the long sword inlaid with rubies in Sir Lynn's hand, and seemed to realize something, "You are using the Valyrian steel sword inherited from the Corbray family - [Lady of Hollow Silence]. Do you have to use a Valyrian steel sword to kill these monsters?"

   "Yes." Sir Lynn swung the steel sword again, and decapitated another monster that had climbed up to the top of the city, and said, "It is said that when the Valyrians forged these steel swords, they injected fire magic into them, giving them a special power to fight against the legendary White Walkers."

   "These monsters are White Walkers?" Sir Marvin was taken aback, "But shouldn't White Walkers appear north of the Impassable Wall? Why did they come up from Blackwater Bay? Or is it that the Impassable Wall has already been breached?"

   "If the Great Wall of Desperation is breached, we should have gotten the news. And these should not be ghosts, but ghouls."

   "Ghoul? What is that?"

   "According to some ancient texts, ghouls are dead people resurrected by the White Walkers, driven by some kind of ice magic, possessing terrible power, and can't feel pain, even if they are chopped into several pieces, they can't be killed completely, except with Valyrian steel swords."

   "That's good news." Ser Marvin laughed to himself. "If only we could all replace ourselves with Valyrian steel swords, we could win the war."

  This proposal is obviously very unrealistic. After all, with the destruction of the Valyrian Peninsula in the catastrophe of Doomsday, the method of forging Valyrian steel swords has been lost, and there are only one or two hundred Valyrian steel swords that have been handed down to Westeros.

   "In addition to Valyrian steel swords, ghouls are also afraid of fire." Another voice sounded from behind. Sir Marvin looked back, and saw Sir Robert Royce from Runestone City rushing over, holding a Valyrian steel sword in his hand.

   This made Sir Marvin, who did not have the inheritance of the Valyrian steel sword, slightly sour in his heart:

   "Afraid of fire? Hehe, that's great! It seems that as long as we light a fire, we can kill these monsters."

  Everyone knows that in such a storm, it is absolutely impossible to start a fire.

  So, now they can only fight against the almost endless ghouls with the swords and spears in their hands. Please visit fr𝐞𝐞w𝒏.𝒸𝑜𝔪 website to read fastest update

  Although the Valyrian steel sword can kill a ghoul with a single blow, this precious sword has always been a family sword inherited by a big family, and it must have no chance with ordinary soldiers.

  Ordinary swords can actually cause damage to ghouls, but they can't kill them completely. However, if they can cut off limbs and make ghouls lose their fighting power, it can be regarded as an effective kill.

  The soldiers raised their heads one after another, and saw a looming huge figure moving through the darkness covered with lightning in the howling storm.

  It spread its huge milky white wings, a pair of scarlet eyes overlooking the dense army of ghouls at the top of the city.

   "Caesar's dragon!" exclaimed Sir Robert Royce in delight.

  As soon as the words fell, the white dragon stretched its wings and swooped down from the sky.

  It opened its huge mouth, and a dazzling pillar of orange-red fire sprayed down, instantly engulfing the ghouls still climbing on the city wall.

   Hurrah-

  The white dragon flapped its wings and swept along the direction of the city wall, and the flames it spit also swept across the wall.

  Countless dense ghouls were bathed in fire, and fell to the ground like bugs one by one, turning into ashes.

  The pressure on the Northern Army officers and soldiers at the head of the city was greatly reduced in an instant, and they cheered excitedly.

   "Hahaha!" Sir Marvin laughed loudly, "You are right, these ghosts are afraid of fire! As long as there is fire, we will definitely win!"

  Sir Lynn Corbray was not so relaxed when he heard the words. He looked at the ghouls howling in the sea of ??flames, and said calmly:

   "That's right, dragon flames can indeed restrain ghouls, and can also burn in storms. But... After all, Caesar only has one dragon, so how much flame can he spit out?"

   "Caesar had three dragons."

   "There are three, but there are only two dragon knights, and one of them, Queen Daenerys Targaryen, is still pregnant, so obviously she cannot join the battle."

   "What are you afraid of!" Sir Robert interrupted the conversation between the two, "His Majesty Caesar is fighting alone again, and there are more than 100,000 troops in the city!"

   "Yes, we will win!" roared Sir Marvin, and he had to say it for the sake of morale.

   "Victory!" Sir Lynn also shouted, "For the Vale!"

   "For the Valley!"

   "For Westeros!"

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