Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

With the shouts of war, the Ibbenese were furious and rushed towards the invaders again. Even Seger Sigvald could not stop them, but their fierce attack could not break through the Dothraki line.

The Dothraki spearmen holding the tower shields on the other side had cold eyes, defended and held on, and mercilessly extended their bloody spears to launch a repetitive and boring counterattack.

The Ibbenese were suppressed and completely dispersed. They were helpless and stood there shouting and cursing, and then retreated, leaving only a pile of corpses in front of the tower shields.

At this moment, the captain showed a cruel smile on his face and shouted coldly:

"Archers, come forward!"

The tower shields, which were as tight as steel walls, opened like countless gates, and hundreds of forest walkers holding longbows stood out.

The captain's eyes flashed with excitement, and his exciting voice resounded on the coast, like a trumpet of victory, shaking back and forth.

"Shoot!"

The feud between the Forest Walkers and the Ibans was very deep. Their arrows flashed like cold flames in the sun, and every archer was filled with murderous intent to kill all the Ibans.

They bent their bows and aimed at the Ibans who had just gathered together. They fired arrows at the same time, piercing the bodies of their enemies with a rain of hatred. For a moment, every inch of land on the hillside was stained with blood. (っ◔◡◔)っ

"Attack!"

Nearly a thousand Dothraki spearmen immediately threw away their tower shields, drew their scimitars from their waists, rushed out of the beach with deafening shouts, and charged at the enemy formation on the hillside under the cover of the archers.

The Ibans who retreated to the top of the hill were panicked and fled in all directions. Seger hurriedly sent the most elite reserve troops to fight and meet this offensive.

Just when he thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, a terrifying shout came from his side.

"Fire, it's on fire."

Segol was stunned for a moment as if struck by lightning. He slowly turned sideways and looked south. The raging fire dyed the river bay red. That was where the Sigvald family gathered.

At this moment, he couldn't help but lower his head to hide the tears in his eyes. He had heard many poems about war and always knew the consequences of defeat.

But when you actually experience it, you can understand how desperate this feeling is, but there is not so much time to make the Iban people sad.

The Dothraki captain also saw the fire in the river bay. He knew that the war had reached the critical point of deciding the final victory or defeat.

He shouted and ordered the whole army to charge. This exciting scene swept away the depression of the Dothraki warriors.

"Dothraki, charge, charge!"

The captain raised his scimitar and charged side by side with the warriors, wanting to fight the enemy. The wild roar accompanied their unstoppable momentum, like a black tide rising from the coast, violently and fiercely rolling forward.

The attackers were counterattacked, and the Ibans, who had led the offensive, were forced to form a shield formation for defense, but they could only barely resist the first wave of fierce counterattacks from the terrifying black tide, and soon their line was torn apart.

The Dothraki relied on their height and strength to charge into the formation, and the Ibans' formation was completely broken up, and they were either hacked to death or fled in all directions.

At this time, even though Seger was noble and intelligent, the role he could play was insignificant. The anger and hatred in his heart eventually turned into fear and powerlessness.

All kinds of frustration and despair, like stones thrown from the mountain, hit his head heavily, and he fell to the ground with a bang and lost consciousness.

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When Seger regained consciousness, he was still lying on the ground at the top of the slope. The sky above his head was cloudless and the sun was shining, but he felt a little cold and shivered all over. He felt as cold as if he had fallen into ice water, but his head was hot as if it was on fire.

"I wonder what the situation is now?" he said to himself, turning his head with all his strength to look around.

He saw a group of invaders holding huge axes, harvesting the heads of the dead and dying wounded on the battlefield.

He wanted to roar, but he couldn't make a sound. He stood up in pain, and in an instant, the scene in front of him made his head clear.

Looking around, there was a dead silence everywhere, no shouting or talking, the air was full of blood, and there were no surviving Iban people on the entire hillside.

Suddenly, he found a strong man holding a huge axe climbing up the hillside and walking towards him. He panicked and touched his waist, but touched nothing.

He looked on the ground, and there were no weapons nearby. He shouted in a trembling voice:

"I am the son of Bern, Seger Sigvald."

The man didn't understand the Iban language, just stopped, holding the huge axe tightly, and stared at Seger.

Only then did he remember the identity and status he should get along with, and quickly raised his hands.

The strong man was quite powerful and easily pushed him to the ground. It was not until the other party put down the giant axe and tied him up with ropes that the uneasiness in his heart was completely calmed down.

Soon after, Seger was dragged to a camp at the river bend, where all the Iban people who were disarmed, bruised and swollen, but not injured were imprisoned.

"Seger!" A shout full of surprise came.

Hearing this familiar voice, Seger immediately turned his head and looked. When he saw that his father was still alive, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but his feverish mind made him unable to show his excitement at this time.

"Segel!"

Before he could respond, Bern Sigwald, whose hands were also tied, rushed over and shouted:

"I really didn't expect you to be alive! I really, I thought your luck had all run out. This is really true. But don't worry about saying this for now. Just follow me."

He led Segel to a corner aside. The Iban people quickly surrounded them. He asked solemnly:

"You didn't reveal your identity!"

Segel looked at the clothes on his body, which he found randomly in the gathering place after capturing the water gate, and then shook his head and replied:

"No, the intruder who brought me here doesn't understand the Iban language at all."

"That's good!" Bourne breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "A little bit, everything is irreversible. War is cruel, and the invaders are taking revenge on the warriors who opened the water gate."

The conversation between the two did not last long. A group of wooden men carrying longbows walked into the camp. The leader looked around and found the leader of the Sigvald family hiding among the prisoners.

He showed a cruel smile, pointed at Bourne, and said in the unskilled Iban language:

"You, come with me."

Bourne looked up at the other person and walked over calmly. While squeezing away the Iban people who were trying to protect him, he deliberately bumped his son hard and said in a low voice:

"Farewell, heir of the Sigvald family, you are my best child."

Segel's clenched fist slowly loosened under his father's hopeful gaze. He suppressed all emotions and watched Bourne follow the wooden man out of the camp.