Chapter 418: Robert Takes an Arrow

However, this massive army of the dead did not pause after capturing Seagard.

Instead, they continued to march relentlessly towards the battlefield, directly stabbing at the rear of the unprepared allied camp at Riverrun.

The defenders of Riverrun, too, had never imagined that an army of the dead would appear behind them as if they had fallen from the sky.

While the wights were being burned by Balerion's dragonfire on the Green Fork, and the soldiers of the alliance were fighting fiercely on the front lines, the twin towers of House Frey fell quietly in the rear.

Riverrun had officially fallen.

One of humanity's most reliable weapons against the White Walkers is human intelligence. The wights are brainless monsters, only fighting based on instinct.

But perhaps because humans and White Walkers have been in conflict for so long, they too have been drawn into the realm of the brainless.

They even made a fatal mistake, leaving their rear completely undefended. They never thought that the White Walkers would cut off their retreat. In previous wars, the Night King simply ordered the wights to trample human defenses head-on.

The sudden strategic maneuvering of the White Walkers caught the alliance off guard.

Fortunately, when Riverrun fell, there were survivors who escaped and rushed to the battlefield to report.

And because of the formation's position, this message was naturally intercepted by Tywin Lannister, who was stationed at the rear of the alliance.

However, for some unknown reason, there was a significant delay of several hours in the process of Tywin passing the message to Robert Baratheon, the commander of the entire army in the center.

Upon receiving the news, the Duke of Casterly Rock looked extremely grim. He immediately dispatched messengers to his son-in-law in front of everyone, while also beginning to mobilize troops to set up a defensive line to prepare for the enemy coming from the rear.

But the messengers Tywin sent out seemed to have lost their way in the snowstorm and never returned.

Tywin then sent out messengers again to ask for reinforcements from the main force.

He thought Robert should have received his message and made proper arrangements, but in reality, the commander of the entire army in the center had no idea that they had been stabbed in the back by the White Walkers.

So when Tywin's troops at the rear could no longer resist the onslaught of the army of the dead, and the line finally collapsed, sounding the horn of retreat and scattering in all directions, the main force of the alliance in the center was still fighting fiercely against the White Walkers, now caught in a pincer attack by the army of the dead.

They were sandwiched.

Therefore.

When the massive army of the dead appeared behind the soldiers of the alliance in the center as dawn broke...

Everyone was stunned.

"Damn it!"

They couldn't help but curse, then fell into deep despair.

"How did the White Walkers get here? Where are the people from the rear?"

Seeing the White Walkers suddenly appear behind them, and the brother troops that should have been at the rear had quietly disappeared.

"We've been sold out by that old dog Tywin!"

Everyone in the alliance, including soldiers and nobles, was in an uproar.

"We're done for!"

"We should never have trusted the Lannisters! Deception and filth run in their blood!"

People cursed Tywin Lannister, believing that the old dog had sold out the main force and ran away with his own men.

Some even dug up the old ancestor of the Lannister family, 'Clever' Lann, who was said to have tricked Casterly Rock from the then King of the Rock, House Casterly, through cunning schemes. They believed that this family had deceitful genes in their blood.

However, despite the cursing, the feeling of despair was rapidly spreading within the alliance.

"What... what do we do?"

In the past, when the alliance was defeated, they could still run away, still holding onto hope.

After all, even after the North fell, the Seven Kingdoms still had half a kingdom left, including the Riverlands, the Vale, the Westerlands, the Reach, and so on... Worst comes to worst, they could retreat to Dorne. Dorne is so hot, the Night King probably wouldn't come, right?

As long as there was hope, the soldiers of the alliance were willing to muster the courage to fight.

But now, with their retreat cut off by the White Walkers, the majority of the soldiers and nobles of the alliance were trapped at the fork of the Green Fork, crowded together like lambs to be slaughtered.

In front of them was an endless army of the dead, to the left was the raging Green Fork, and behind them was another army of the dead.

If they all died here, it could be declared that the fall of all of Westeros was just a matter of time.

"We're surrounded by the White Walkers."

"We're all going to die here."

A sense of despair was also rapidly spreading in the air above the alliance.

However, at this moment, Robert Baratheon, the King of the Seven Kingdoms, stepped forward. He held his warhammer high and roared.

"Break out!"

"Everyone follow me to break out! Otherwise, we will all die here! Preserve hope, preserve our spark!"

Robert, as the king, stood up in this situation and decisively decided to break out. His rallying cry had a very obvious effect.

The morale of the alliance, which had sunk to its lowest point,

was somewhat relieved. After all, the king was still by their side, not abandoning them to run away on his own.

"Everyone! Follow me!"

"We're breaking out to the east!"

Robert, tall and riding a high horse, was extremely conspicuous among the alliance.

He held his warhammer high and led the way, leading the soldiers to break out towards the east of the battlefield.

The current battlefield situation was very simple. If they didn't want to be driven into the river by the wights, they could only break out to the east, heading towards the Bite or hiding in the Mountains of the Moon in the Vale, entering the territory of the mountain clans.

However, at this moment.

Robert suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure coming from the rear of the army of the dead, and he momentarily froze in place.

"Huh? She is..."

Robert, who had lost a lot of weight due to the war and stress, sat on his horse with his eyes wide open, a look of disbelief clearly on his face, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"This... can't be..."

But while Robert was stunned, the female White Walker from the rear of the army of the dead did not hesitate to take off her icy longbow and shot an arrow without hesitation.

Thud—

A splash of blood erupted, and Robert, caught off guard, was hit by the arrow and fell from his horse.

"Your Grace!"

"Your Grace!"

The king was hit by an arrow and fell from his horse, and the alliance was instantly thrown into chaos. As Robert fell from his horse, he seemed to be calling out a name.

...

The rear of the battlefield was in dire straits.

And far away, at the very core of this war.

Clang—

The fight between Viserys and the Night King continued, their swords clashing violently.

Then, the roar of a dragon sounded overhead.

Boom—

A sky full of dragonfire poured down, completely enveloping the two below.