Chapter 432: The Might of the Giants

"Roar~"

The Dothraki continued to howl, mercilessly reaping the lives of the allied soldiers.

Viserys, riding a white horse, was naturally among them. As a Khal, leading from the front was a Dothraki tradition. Usually, Viserys would ride his dragon, but today he personally rode a warhorse into battle.

His silver-gold hair hung over his cold armor. Viserys held a bloodstained lance, and the warhorse beneath him was also dyed red.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from the side. Viserys, with his keen senses, quickly dodged an arrow. The arrow grazed his hair and flew into the sky.

Whoosh—

Viserys sat on his horse, holding the reins with one hand, and looked in the direction of the arrow. He saw a thin middle-aged knight with a green turtle emblem on his chest.

The Estermont family of Greenstone?

Viserys had a deep memory of this emblem. When he was young, studying the family emblems and mottos with Maester Daniel, he couldn't help but laugh every time he saw it.

The Estermont family was a relative of the Baratheons, particularly close to Robert. Robert's mother was Cassana Estermont of the Estermont family. Therefore, in this war, the Estermont family naturally responded.

The man who shot the arrow was the eldest son of Lord Elton Estermont, Ser Emon Estermont.

He too was riding a white horse, staring at Viserys. He recognized Viserys's identity. Among the entire Dothraki army, only Viserys seemed out of place.

Emon threw away his bow and arrow, drew his sword from his waist, roared, and spurred his horse towards Viserys.

However, Viserys, holding his bloodstained lance, remained stationary on his horse, watching the 'green turtle' knight charge at him. He then raised his lance and spun it around, piercing the knight's chest with a thud.

With one hand, he lifted the body of Emon Estermont off the horse, held it high in the air, and then threw it to the ground with a thud.

Emon's horse, frightened, ignored its master's body and fled into the distance.

"Mad King's son!"

"Die!"

Just as Viserys had killed Emon Estermont, the heir of Greenstone, another knight in armor, holding a lance, charged at Viserys.

He saw this golden opportunity and wanted to kill Viserys single-handedly, to become a hero of the Seven Kingdoms.

"Kill!"

Rumble—

The horse's hooves thundered, coming with a fierce momentum.

Viserys pulled his lance from Emon's body, the blood dripping onto the ground. He heard the noise, turned his head, and his face showed no fear, but rather, he seemed very calm.

Thud—

At that moment, a 'mountain' covered in heavy armor suddenly appeared beside Viserys. He charged forward, knocking the knight and his horse flying.

The horse let out a painful neigh in mid-air, its hooves flailing. The knight on its back was even more miserable, being thrown off the horse.

He fell heavily to the ground with a thud, the man under the iron can was thrown into a mess, almost directly killed. Blood flowed from his nose and forehead, flowing into his eyes.

The knight of the allied forces struggled to get up from the ground, but a howling Dothraki rode past him, cutting his throat.

Puff—

The horse's hooves passed by his eyes, the knight's blood sprayed on the ground, and his horse's waist was broken. It lay on the ground in pain, unable to get up.

Viserys watched this scene and then turned his gaze back. He looked up slightly at the 'mountain' in front of him, nodded, and calmly said, "Thank you, Mag."

Mag Mar Tun Doh Weg was the 'King of the Giants,' and he was now under Viserys's command.

Viserys had custom-made a set of heavy armor for him and his wife, and their weapons were changed from wooden clubs with stones to a custom-made giant axe.

Now, the strong Mag, carrying the giant axe on his shoulder, had arrows all over his armor, looking like a porcupine, but none of the arrows had penetrated the armor.

If a regular human wore such heavy armor, they would not only find it difficult to move, but they might also be pressed to the ground.

But the giant moved freely, like a humanoid monster, rampaging on the battlefield, destroying the formation of the allied forces.

And Mag's gentle wife, Wun Wun, was also here. The two giants fought side by side, becoming a new nightmare for the allied soldiers.

Above their heads, the sky-covering dragon constantly breathed fire, the flames burning up to the sky, visible from afar.

The river beach outside Riverrun was dyed red with a bloody battle, and the soldiers in Riverrun, watching the bloodthirsty Dothraki and the terrifying giants, and the dragon flying overhead, felt terrified.

"It's over."

Hoster Tully, the Duke of Riverrun, leaned against the city wall, closing his eyes slightly.

He felt dizzy and almost sat down on the ground.

But he was supported by the guards of the Tully family, preventing the old duke from losing his dignity.