Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon

The flames burned the clothes and flesh of the wights. Those wildlings were covered in thick fur and leather, which had an unpleasant burnt smell when burned, and there was a thick smoke that hurt people's eyes.

The flames would eventually burn the human body. The corpses of wights were very flammable. Once ignited, they would burn out in a very short time and burst into extremely strong flames.

The smoke hurt Jon's eyes and made him feel sick.

If it was the unpleasant stench of wool and leather, it would be fine, but as the flames and fuel burned the corpses, the smell of the flesh was like barbecue. Jon tried his best to avoid thinking so, but the bodies of the wights in the tunnel sizzled in the flames. They clung to the iron gate like pork on a grill, and the smell of meat filled the narrow tunnel.

This was really terrible. Several recruits who had just finished training began to vomit uncontrollably.

Jon and Donald stood at the front. They were the courage of this team defending the tunnel. They knew very well the responsibilities that would follow.

The wights on the first fence gate finally burned out, and then the wights that had been waiting silently for a long time launched an attack. As if someone was really commanding them, they set up a wooden shield made of a soldier tree discarded by the wild people, and when the flames were about to die, they worked together to hit the red-hot iron fence.

The force was so great that with a sharp clang, the first iron fence gate was deformed, and countless broken stones broke at the joint of the tunnel entrance. The ice there melted in the flames, revealing the frozen soil and stone layer of the base, and under the impact of the terrifying power of the wights, the iron gate finally couldn't bear the force and fell down with a tooth-grinding sound.

The wights continued to charge inward without reducing their momentum.

"Fire!" With the roar of the blacksmith Donald, the black brothers threw out another round of oil cans and then fired rockets.

But the wights did not stop as they expected. Even though the oil tanks and rockets ignited the wights in the front, they still charged forward.

With a bang, the wights with faint blue light in their eyes rushed to the second fence gate.

Jon, Donald and the other three black brothers in the first row reacted quickly. They dipped the tips of their spears in oil and ignited the flames, and passed through the gaps in the fence gate.

As the wights rushed, Jon felt a huge impact from his hands, which almost pushed him back. He took two steps back and barely stabilized with the support of his brothers behind him.

The wights who did not feel pain hit the second iron fence gate with the flaming spears.

The bloody face of the wild wight in the front was smashed by stones and was three steps away from Jon. Jon could even see the indifference and coldness in the cold blue light in its eyes, as well as the invasive heat waves brought by the explosive flames on their bodies.

Ice and fire, two feelings existed at the same time in front of Jon.

"Push!"

As Donald gave orders again, Jon and his men held the spears, and then the brothers in the second row began to use wooden sticks to push the corpses of the wights that were clinging to the iron gate and were ignited by the flames.

"Push!"

Everyone pushed together, and as expected, the wights did not try to wrestle with the guards, and the Night Watch brothers easily pushed the wights behind the iron fence.

The wights whose flesh and blood were burning formed a wall of fire, and the wights behind them stood quietly away from the flames and waited quietly.

The Night Watch and the wights were actually only a dozen steps away from each other, and the cold and heat waves came at the same time, making people feel strangely uncomfortable.

"Don't panic, we still have a lot of oil tanks, and we can spend a whole day with them!" Jon looked at the wights that seemed to have wisdom and shouted, "They are afraid of fire!"

Jon looked carefully at those pairs of eyes, but could not see if there were any other emotions in the dead silence.

Jon's roar was of course a bluff. If they had enough oil cans, they would have thrown them at the wights without saving. Why would they wait for the wights to hit the door before reacting?

Castle Black had not been resupplied for a long time. In addition, the wildlings had surrounded them from behind not long ago, and they had just fought a frontal offensive and defensive battle with the wildlings. The oil that the guards had collected with great difficulty under multiple attacks was the fastest-consuming material.

So even in such a small place like the tunnel entrance, where it was very easy to exert the power of oil and fire, they had to use it sparingly when guarding.

More than a hundred wights rushed into the tunnel. If the wights themselves had not become extremely flammable, relying on their terrible bodies that were not afraid of pain and would not be affected by injuries, the wights would have rushed forward and might have captured the tunnel.

In fact, if it were the wildlings, if the wildlings could do what the wights did, replacing one batch of deaths with another, and continuously attacking the city gate, with only the manpower of Castle Black, they would be exhausted to death, and Castle Black would have been broken long ago.

With a whoosh.

One of the brothers thought he had found a great opportunity, so he shot a burning crossbow towards the zombie team.

The crossbow ignited the clothes of one of the zombies.

The zombies retreated one after another.

"It's over!" But the archer's words did not contain joy, only anxiety and fear, "They..."

The zombie team suddenly began to move, and from the back of the tunnel, huge wooden boards passed from the back of the team to the front over the heads of the zombies like bamboo rafts on water.

Those were the wooden boards used as shelters by the barbarians to block arrows when they attacked the city!

There was indeed a commander with some kind of intelligence behind the zombies.

But there was a thick layer of white frost on the wooden boards, which was obviously not something that could be easily ignited by rockets.

The wights actually set up a shelter against rockets in the tunnel!

The Night's Watch began to riot.

"Calm down!" Donald shouted, "We have oil tanks!"

Whoosh!

Something strange happened.

At a moment when no one expected or prepared, several spears were thrown out from the wights and flew straight towards the Night's Watch soldiers.

Most of the spears hit the iron gate with a clang and failed to penetrate deeply.

But a few spears were still thrown in.

With a puff, Donald's thigh was pierced by a flying wooden spear.

Jon was also hit hard, but fortunately he was hit by the spear head, and the mail in his black robe saved his life, but this blow still hit him hard in the chest, and he felt blood surging, and a bloody taste in his throat almost came out.

"Shield! Cough cough," Jon coughed up blood, but did not forget to pull the one-armed blacksmith Donald back.

"Ah!" Donald screamed in pain, but before Donald could say anything.

Swoosh, swoosh, another round of spears volleyed from the wights.

Jon had to protect Donald and drag him back. The Night's Watch put up shields, but their shields were small and medium-sized shields for close combat, not big shields. They couldn't defend against the volley of spears at all.

And soon someone was shot and injured, and some were even shot through the head because of bad luck.

The wights are very strong.

You know, when they were attacked by wights in the wild, the horses of the cavalry were even pounced on by the wights and directly cut open their abdomens with their sharp and icy claws.

Faced with such an unexpected attack, the Night's Watch quickly retreated away from the second iron gate.

And the wights began to press forward.

"Jon! What should we do? Think of a solution!" Glen bent down and dragged the seriously injured Donald with Jon, hoping that Jon could give reliable advice.

Jon had no other options but to give the order: "Fire, light a fire, and never let them break through this last iron gate."

As long as the wights break through here, they can rush out of the Black Castle.

From a certain moment, the wights seemed to be controlled by a will, and the spears continued to be thrown at the retreating Night's Watch, while the rest of the wights began to hit the iron gate.

Jon noticed the weirdness of the wights. Their spears were thrown from the middle of the wights, not from the first row of wights.

This gave Jon a creepy idea that these wights seemed to belong to the same whole. The eyes in front could see their positions.

This discovery made Jon feel creepy. He remembered the night when Commander Mormont was assassinated by the wights. The wights killed the sentinels of the castle silently and sneaked into Commander Mormont's room without anyone noticing.

At that time, everyone guessed that the wights might have memories of the past, and they could recognize the commander's room and know how to assassinate him. It's not that no one has thought that there is a will behind the corpses that controls them like puppets, but that idea is too bizarre and terrifying, so no one takes it seriously.

But now it seems that if we speculate that this group of wights is driven by a will, then we can explain many strange things that have happened.

White Walkers!

It must be that terrifying alien creature that is causing trouble!

But what's the use of discovering these things at this time?

Watching, the iron gate began to shake under the impact of the wights, and the melted ice water on the walls of the tunnel trembled and dripped from the top under every impact.

A stream of wet and cold ice water fell from the top of Jon's head to his hair, chilling him to the bone.

Perhaps this is the last moment of his life. Jon suddenly thought. He handed Donald over to Grenn to drag him back, and he picked up a shield from the side, raised it and shouted: "We are the Night's Watch, the last door for humans to block the aliens! Everyone, follow me!" Jon blocked a wooden spear, and the force made his arm sore, but he still pulled out his long claws, "Never retreat!"

Finally, after a series of teeth-grinding sounds like before, the last iron door collapsed.

Jon shouted: "Hold it!"

The entire oil barrel was rolled to the front by the Night's Watch brothers who still had fighting spirit and ignited the flames. But soon, as if some kind of will was commanding the wights, they quickly covered the wooden shields that served as cover on the fire and continued to attack.

The close combat with the wights began.

Jon and several brothers formed an array and chopped left and right, but the wights were so tenacious and terrible that cutting off their heads and arms still could not stop their bodies from continuing to attack.

The cold air brought by the wights quickly extinguished the flames in the tunnel.

In a short moment, the tunnel became dark.

At a certain moment, when Jon cut off another wight's head, he found that the blue eyes on the wight's face seemed to have changed after he hit it. The originally bright blue eyes seemed to have become a little dim. And the cooperation between the wight and other wights seemed to be out of coordination.

Jon was just trying to confirm whether this was an illusion.

But suddenly, he felt the ground shaking.

Rumble-rumble-rumble-

The sound of horse hooves came from behind the Night's Watch men, and the sound of horse hooves trampling the ground through the tunnel was like rumbling thunder.

This thunder sounded like the sound of nature to the Night's Watch.

In a trance, Jon heard someone yelling: "Reinforcements are coming! Reinforcements are coming!"

A spear pierced Jon's arm, but he only felt that his chest was burning with hot blood. He didn't know what else he could say, so he could only shout: "Fight!"

Fortunately, there were still people with clear heads: "Brothers, quickly hide in the side doors and corridors of the tunnel to make way for the cavalry!"

Soon, a loud and sharp horn sounded from the tunnel entrance. The horn could be heard to be that of the Rangers, but the rhythm of the horn was not familiar to the brothers in black.

The sound of horse hooves was so loud.

Finally, the sound of horse hooves reached the city gate.

In the dim light of the tunnel, the first one was a tall ranger riding a tall armored horse, wearing black mail, a black half-helmet, and a black cloak.

Although the visitor was wearing equipment that looked like a man in black, the style was definitely not the one that the brothers of Castle Black's Night Watch had seen in the Shadow Tower or Eastwatch.

What is even more frightening is that the man was riding an armored war horse, raised his sword and shouted, as if chanting: "Lord of Light, take care of us! Light the holy flame for us and destroy the darkness!" "

But when the ranger was charging, the sword flipped over and slashed his arm that was holding the reins first. The iron sword was stained red with blood, and then, under everyone's stunned gaze, the sword began to burn.

The flames burned on the sword from the tip to the gauntlet, but the ranger seemed not to feel the heat, holding the sword high and galloping toward the pile of corpses.

Immediately afterwards, the second, third, and more rangers holding flaming weapons poured in from the south entrance of the tunnel.

The blazing red flames were on the swords, the spear heads, and the ax blades.

The black knights wielding flaming weapons were violent and fast, like a raging black tide, attacking the group of corpses.

The clanging sound of steel resounded in the tunnel.

The night watchmen who hid in the side door and the corridor behind the door wall watched the torrent of steel in turn drown the ghouls.

Are these the new Night's Watch rangers?

Jon's eyes widened and he watched in disbelief as the rangers riding armored horses and wielding flaming swords charged in the narrow tunnel that could only accommodate three riders abreast. They were so powerful and brave. Their flaming swords, long-handled axes, and spears kept swinging, and the corpses burned.

The flames ignited in the tunnel even burned the tails of the armored horses and the riders themselves, and without them realizing it, like the tip of a spear that would not look back or stop, it quickly pierced through the tunnel. Array of zombies.

More Black Knight riders streamed into the tunnel.

In the smoke and fire that filled the tunnel, Jon Snow and the surviving night watchmen saw that one of the black-robed knights held up a weapon that shone in yellow, red and orange, as if the sun was shining on the water when the waves were rising. The long sword that stopped shining and radiating light.

The sword shone brightly, as if it was pouring sunlight into the narrow city gate tunnel.

The survivors of Castle Black, including Jon Snow, were stunned by this scene and were completely lost in their thoughts for a while.

It wasn't until the light faded away and left the tunnel that everyone woke up.

A strange thought came to everyone's mind:

"Are these really new Night's Watch rangers?"