Chapter 412: Magic Abounds

"Be careful, all of you!"

Euron Greyjoy, standing at the bow of the ship, turned and ordered in a low voice.

All the ships loaded with wildfire were now upstream of the Green Fork, hidden in the darkness without any light.

His Ironborn crew, all seasoned sailors who had spent their lives on the water, now let the current carry them downstream. As long as they ensured the ships didn't drift towards the shore, they could jump ship and escape.

"Now's the time!"

"Go!"

Euron gave the order at the right moment.

Splash—

Splash—

All the Ironborn jumped into the icy waters of the Green Fork, swimming desperately towards the shore, fearing the repercussions of any delay.

The ships laden with wildfire drifted downstream, heading straight for the battlefield on the distant Green Fork.

Then.

Burning boulders, trailing long tails of flame, fell from the sky.

Boom—

One of the boulders struck a ship loaded with wildfire.

In an instant, a massive explosion swept across the Green Fork, silencing the battlefield.

Rumble—

The sky was illuminated by the blossoming green light, water spouts rose tens of meters high, and the shockwave, carrying mist, rolled outwards.

On the other side of the Green Fork, the soldiers of the allied forces who were engaged in battle dropped their weapons and fell to their knees, closing their eyes in pain and covering their ears.

This included Brandon Tallhart. Their eyes were stung by the intense light of the explosion, tears involuntarily streaming down their faces. The deafening sound of the explosion left their minds blank for a moment, as if the whole world had fallen silent.

"Damn it!"

Brandon Tallhart cursed, but he couldn't hear his own voice. A few seconds later, a buzzing sound filled his head, and warm blood trickled from his ears.

All the wights that had just crossed the Green Fork were instantly blown to pieces in the massive explosion.

Those wights that were splashed by the scattered tongues of flame let out sharp screams, turning into fiery specters before falling.

...

"Is this the power of wildfire?"

"How spectacular."

In the sky.

Viserys Targaryen, with the wind howling in his ears, looked down. The shockwave from the explosion even reached the sky, affecting Balerion.

However, this didn't have much effect on Balerion and him, as dragons were born of fire, and he had the blood of the dragon, which feared no flame.

But seeing this, Viserys felt a slight tension in his heart.

He and Balerion might not fear the power of wildfire, but ordinary soldiers couldn't.

The Iron Throne, as the legitimate ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, was not without its advantages. For this war, the Alchemists' Guild had made a large amount of wildfire for Robert, even more than what was made during the reign of Viserys' father.

And this wildfire might become an obstacle for House Targaryen to defeat the Iron Throne in the future.

Viserys, holding the saddle with one hand, was momentarily lost in thought, but soon returned his focus to the task at hand.

He was searching for the Night King among the army of the dead.

But the view from the back of a dragon wasn't great, the dragon flew fast, and the heavy snowfall severely affected Viserys' vision.

However, it seemed that the Night King also realized that Viserys was circling in the sky looking for him, and he never showed himself.

Viserys knew that to completely defeat the army of the dead, he must kill the Night King. All the White Walkers and wights were because of him, so the key to winning this war was to find and kill him.

Once, the Night King acted carelessly because he felt no human could threaten him. But now, with a dragon flying overhead, the Night King had become more cautious.

Thanks to the barrier of wildfire, the soldiers at the front had a moment to breathe, and Viserys could focus on searching for the Night King on the battlefield.

"Where are you hiding?"

With the wind and snow howling around him, Viserys took a deep breath and muttered to himself.

He gripped the saddle with one hand and pressed down slightly, and the dragon began to lower its altitude. The silver-haired dragon rider strained his violet eyes to pierce through the snow, searching for the Night King below.

...

The explosion on the river had a wide range.

The ice path that the Night King had laid on the river was completely shattered, and countless wights were instantly obliterated.

And on the other side of the Green Fork.

The location of the second Battle of the Twins was a bit further ahead than the first, about twenty-five miles, or over forty kilometers, from the Twins, at the fork of the Green Fork.

Now, the allied forces and the White Walkers were engaged in a fierce battle on the other side, and the cavalry of the allied forces had quietly crossed the Green Fork from two directions and reached the other side of the river, like quiet hunters, ready to seize the opportunity to strike at the enemy's neck.

The Dothraki were used to such surprise attacks.

But the knights of the Seven Kingdoms who were advancing with the Dothraki didn't seem very accustomed to this tactic of straying from the main battlefield.

However, their leaders, Lord Eddard Stark and Lord Stannis, were solemn and silent, and the remaining minor nobles and knights didn't dare to complain.

Then they heard the distant explosion, and all the waiting cavalry horses were frightened and became somewhat restless.

Khal Qhogo, looking at the green light in the distance, also showed a puzzled expression.

He hadn't expected these tin cans to have such terrifying weapons.

But soon regaining his composure, Qhogo didn't hesitate and took advantage of the opportunity to order the attack.

The Red Priestess Melisandre also followed the Dothraki cavalry to the rear of the White Walkers.

She told Qhogo through a translator to have all the cavalry raise their weapons high. Then she grabbed Qhogo's Valyrian steel arakh and murmured a spell.

Ever since that night, Melisandre had felt the magic within her greatly strengthened, the magic was extremely abundant.

She hadn't expected such a benefit. The red gem on her chest became even more brilliant, helping her ward off the surrounding cold.

Even the brave Dothraki were shivering from the cold, but she, in a single layer of clothing, was not afraid of the cold.

The night was lonely, and the surroundings were immersed in darkness.

Melisandre held the blade in her hand, her skin uncut, silently reciting the spell, her copper-colored hair began to flutter without wind, and her robes also began to flutter.

Khal Qhogo, who was initially dismissive.

Because they hated witches the most. If it weren't for the Khal ordering her to come, he would definitely ignore her.

But now, Qhogo's face changed slightly.

Because his Valyrian steel arakh, under Melisandre's palm, had ignited into a roaring flame, illuminating his cheeks.

Then the next second, countless incredulous exclamations rang out.

"My god!"

"Seven above!"

"Great Horse God..."

"Stars in the sky..."

Whoosh~

The weapons of countless

knights, held high in their hands, were all ignited with red flames.

The sky behind the army of the dead was illuminated by these suddenly appearing tens of thousands of torches.