Chapter 395

"We won, didn't we?"

"Ed."

The blizzard seemed to leave with the footsteps of the Legion of the Dead. After a night of fierce fighting, the sky finally gradually became brighter.

Bright sunlight tore through the darkness and pierced the clouds, and sprinkled on the silent battlefield on the banks of the Green Fork.

The king of the Seven Kingdoms, Robert Baratheon, was lying on the blackened land burned by the dragon flames, unwilling to get up, and beside him, the embarrassed Duke of Winterfell, Eddard Stark, was also lying on the ground. .

And not far away.

The distinguished Duke of Dragonstone, the younger brother of His Majesty the King, Stannis Baratheon, was holding a long sword with a chopped edge, frowning slightly as he watched the military doctor bandage the wound on his hand.

The four fingers of his left hand were gnawed off by a ghoul in a recent battle.

If you look closely, you can see the blue veins beating on Stannis' forehead, but Stannis is like a stone, clenching his teeth and not saying a word.

The military doctor who bandaged his wound also admired the adult's amazing willpower.

The guardian of the West, Tywin Lannister, was also a little embarrassed. The lion's armor was covered in blood, and the cloak of gold thread was torn.

The Duke of Casterly Rock stood staggeringly on the spot, then was supported by the family knight, panting slightly, and there was a rare dazed look in his eyes.

"Lord Duke."

After that, the Duke of Casterly Rock still maintained his demeanor and climbed onto the warhorse with the help of his family knights.

Not long ago, when the war was at its most intense, Edmure Tully, the heir of Hejian, who was lying on the battlefield in chaos and pretending to be dead, found that the war was over.

Then Edmure smeared a few smears of blood on his face, seized the opportunity that no one noticed, and quickly got up, propped up the hilt of the sword with one hand, and put on an exhausted and crumbling appearance, so that he was The Riverrun soldiers who searched for him wept with joy.

The surviving descendants of the Frey family also found their ancestors who committed suicide by jumping on the ice on the frozen river of the Green Fork. However, at this moment, the body of old Frey was completely cold.

The cry of the filial sons and worthy grandsons of the Foyle family suddenly resounded on the Green Fork River.

Maybe it was because the frozen water on the river was not strong enough, or maybe it was because the Night King led the army of the dead to retreat briefly, which caused the temperature in the Twins to rise slightly.

The frozen surface of the Green Fork River was a little loose. Coupled with the prosperity of the Foyle family, there were a lot of people gathered on the ice. There was no warning that the ice surface broke suddenly.

These mourning filial sons and grandsons of the Frey family fell into the icy river with the corpses of their ancestors.

A sudden change made the banks of the Green Fork once again turned into a jerk and jumped up, and people all helped rescue the members of the Frey family who fell into the water.

But unfortunately, because of the vast water surface of the Green Fork River and the severe ice breakage, a boat was temporarily rescued and many people were rescued ashore. However, in the end, more than a dozen people were still caught in the river along with the bodies of the ancestors of the Frey family. Washed away, disappeared without a trace.

On the banks of the Green Fork, the cries of the Freys grew louder, even more sincere.

After the victory of the war, there are still many messy things.

The Duke of Winterfell shook his head slightly when he heard the king's words.

"Don't be too happy."

"It's just a short-lived victory, Robert."

Eddard Stark was lying on the ground, speaking in a weak voice.

"The White Walkers will make a comeback."

The Legion of the Dead was only briefly repelled, perhaps to accumulate more power, or perhaps for other purposes, but Eddard didn't think the White Walkers would give up and stop at the neck.

"A short-lived victory is also a victory."

And Robert lay on the ground and took a few breaths, then sat up from the ground and patted the dust on his body, looking very optimistic.

And at this time.

A dragon roar suddenly came from the horizon, and a huge figure spread its wings and appeared in everyone's field of vision. Viserys, who went to chase the undead army, finally returned.

"Ho-"

The dragon roared, and a huge black shadow shrouded the ground, and then Balerion fell from the sky and landed in front of Robert Baratheon.

boom--

The giant dragon made a loud noise when it landed, and the billowing waves spread out into the distance.

Robert Baratheon and Eddard, who were sitting on the ground, were choked by the smoke, and the coalition soldiers in the distance were also affected.

"What does His Royal Highness want to do?"

Some nobles who were loyal to Robert Baratheon became nervous when they saw this scene, such as the two Kingsguards he had lost, but they did not dare to approach, after all, the big guy was still there.

And more coalition soldiers chose to watch from the sidelines, sitting on the ground holding their weapons, not even standing up, without the orders of their own lords, they would not stand up to help.

"He's Viserys."

Tywin Lannister, who was supported on horseback, looked at the heroic young dragon knight sitting on the dragon's back in the distance.

But it was too far away for him to see Viserys' cheeks.

At the center of the storm, the two most affected people were choked and coughed.

"Cough-cough-"

"Pooh."

Robert spat out a mouthful of dust, and Eddard Stark was no better.

Then they waited until the dust drifted away, and then they could see the behemoth in front of them. Bellerion's scarlet eyes were coldly examining the two little guys below.

It knew they had a vendetta against Viserys, and it didn't know why Viserys had prevented him from killing them, otherwise Balerion would have eaten both of them in one bite as soon as they fell.

However, at this moment, a clear voice suddenly came from above the heads of the two people below.

"Lord Robert Baratheon of Storm's End."

"And Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell."

Viserys sat high on the dragon's back, with the sword of stars on his waist. He was wearing a Valyrian steel helmet, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but the voice came from under the armor, and there was not much disturbance. .

"I heard about the names of the two a long time ago, but I didn't expect that the first meeting would turn out to be such a situation."

Although Viserys's words sounded sarcastic, there was no such meaning in his tone, instead it seemed very calm.

He really admired the names of the two people for a long time, but he did not expect to meet in such a capacity and under such circumstances.

"Introduce yourself."

Then, without waiting for the two of them to speak, Viserys untied the belt of his dragon-riding suit.

Then he stood up from the dragon's back, the silver armor gleaming in the sun, which was definitely the dream of countless knights.

"My name is Viserys Targaryen."

Then the young dragon knight jumped off the dragon's back easily and fell heavily on the ground.

boom--

The dust at the center flew layer by layer, and the people among them slowly stood up.

He glanced at the two people in front of him, and then said calmly.

"The one who came to kill you."