The Mountain of Ice and Fire

"In wildfire?" The Mountain's tone was surprised.

While wildfire couldn't kill the Night King, it could still harm him.

"What better place to hide for a sneak attack than in wildfire?"

If Arianne's eyes weren't fixed on the Three-Eyed Raven, she would have believed the one speaking to the Mountain was an old man who had experienced endless vicissitudes.

An old man attached to the Three-Eyed Raven?!

Arianne knew nothing of the Three-Eyed Raven's origins.

"The Night King wants to ambush me?" The Mountain's voice was icy.

The dragon flapped its wings and returned to the sky above Winterfell.

"When the wildfire exploded, the city walls collapsed, but they didn't crush the Night King. He jumped clear and hid in the wildfire. He's waiting for you to be off guard."

The Mountain was alarmed!

He had been searching the city on dragonback, and his gaze naturally overlooked the raging wildfires. But the Night King was hiding precisely there, waiting for him to be unprepared.

There were quite a few places in the city where huge bonfires of wildfire were burning. Which one was the Night King in? The Mountain didn't know. Dragon Thief and the Mountain were of one mind, and it too had overlooked searching the wildfire. Wildfire was green flame, intense and dazzling. Hiding in it was indeed the best strategy for the Night King, the best hiding place, minimizing the dragon's and the Mountain's vigilance.

But the Night King's every move was clearly under Bran Stark's watchful eyes, seen with perfect clarity.

The dragon circled above Winterfell. North of the moat, a fiercely burning wildfire gradually weakened, and the Night King's tall figure slowly emerged, holding his long spear, looking up at the dragon and the Mountain in the sky.

"Watch out for his ice spear," the Mountain patted Dragon Thief's head.

With the help of the Three-Eyed Raven, the Mountain effortlessly found the Night King's hiding place. He chanted the spell to extinguish the wildfire, leaving the Night King with nowhere to hide.

Dragon Thief slowed its flight, maintaining a certain distance.

The wildfire surrounding the Night King slowly extinguished completely. The Night King stood on the ruins, his icy blue eyes following the dragon's flight path.

Wildfires continued to burn throughout the city, some of the green flames mixed with red.

Dragon Thief let out a deafening dragon's roar, suddenly spiraling back and forth, its speed like lightning. The Night King followed the dragon's circles. The dragon suddenly swooped down, and the Night King's ice spear shot out like an arrow...

Dragon Thief and the Mountain were of one mind. The dive was just a feint to lure the enemy—fighting was the dragon's talent and life—Dragon Thief, which had been gathering power, merely made a small sidestep, the dive turning into an arc, the ice spear brushing past...

"Attack!" The Mountain immediately issued the command.

Dragon Thief swooped down, this time a real dive, claws extended, pouncing straight at the Night King. A sudden gale rose, enveloping the Night King in a vortex...

The Night King's icy blue eyes showed no change. The Mountain stared intently at the Night King. The Night King's hands were empty, but the Mountain's palms were still sweating. He had the absolute advantage, but he didn't dare to be careless.

The attack of a dragon as big as a small mountain was unimaginably powerful. The Night King couldn't stop it, the Mountain was sure of it!

Dragonflame couldn't kill the Night King, so dragon claws would attack!

In the howling wind, the Three-Eyed Raven had already flown off the Mountain's shoulder, merging into the blue sky...

Suddenly, the Mountain's pupils dilated. In the reflection in his eyes, a lance of ice appeared out of thin air in the hands of the Night King, who had been silent and unmoving. The ice spear was raised by the Night King, his body leaning back, his arm drawing back, and a sharp whistling sound rang out, the sound of the ice spear tearing through the air...

"Evade!" The Mountain exclaimed in horror, issuing the dragon-riding command.

The Three-Eyed Raven hadn't warned the Mountain that the Night King could conjure another ice spear!

It was difficult to dodge while diving!

Poof!

With a muffled sound, the ice spear struck the dragon's chest. A earth-shattering dragon's roar rang out, causing the Mountain and Arianne to experience temporary deafness. In their ears, it was as if a thousand iron whistles were blowing at the same time, making them nauseous...

Dragon Thief seemed to hit an invisible iron wall. Its diving body suddenly stopped, then rose again. In the deafening dragon's roar, the rising Dragon Thief dived again, pouncing on the Night King... This time, the Mountain saw the ice and snow gathering like a vortex under the Night King's feet. The Night King was chanting. The dragon was about to approach the Night King. The ice spear condensed again, landing in the Night King's hand... But this time, there might not have been enough time, or enough ice and snow. The ice spear was half the normal length...

"Evade!" The Mountain slammed his ice sword against Dragon Thief's ferocious head. Dragon Thief tilted its head, sidestepped, and flew diagonally. The half-length ice spear howled and struck Dragon Thief's left side with a poof.

If it hadn't dodged in time, this spear would have pierced Dragon Thief's head.

The Night King wanted to kill the dragon first!

The dragon let out another earth-shattering dragon's roar. The huge dragon body seemed to be hit by an invisible giant hammer. The dragon's flight deformed, twisted, and staggered, finally falling vertically like a mountain. Suddenly, a loud noise boomed, stirring up dust everywhere...

The Night King emitted a peculiar rhythm, perhaps he was laughing...

In the dust-filled air, a huge black shadow swept across like a ghost, stirring up a gust of wind. With a crisp snap, the black shadow struck the Night King's body. The Night King's peculiar rhythm stopped abruptly... This blow from the black shadow was unmatched, its power reaching the extreme. The Night King was sent flying like a small iron ball with a whoosh, and with a loud bang, the Night King crashed into a huge stone wall... The stone wall shook... Gravel splattered...

After the dragon fell to the ground, its long dragon tail swept across, like a god's whip, hitting the Night King squarely, sending the Night King flying out... Just as the Night King barely stood up, a giant sword howled, slashing diagonally at his body...

The Mountain's attack was overbearing and fierce, wanting to cut the Night King diagonally into two pieces, shoulder and chest together...

Clang!

With a loud noise, a narrow, thin ice sword blocked the Mountain's ice sword. That sword had been hanging at the Night King's waist, but suddenly it was in his hand, blocking the Mountain's full-force strike.

The Mountain's full-force strike could cut a huge gap even in steel and boulders, but the thin, narrow ice sword blocked the thick, heavy ice sword!

Arianne, standing next to the dragon, watched in astonishment... The Night King, who had looked shaky and vulnerable, suddenly became as stable as a mountain, and blocked the Mountain's sword. His hands were clearly empty!

The Night King's speed of drawing and blocking the sword was too fast!

Although the Night King blocked the Mountain's fierce slash, he was once again propelled and sent flying, crashing heavily into the stone wall behind him with a bang...

The Night King was knocked away by the Mountain's sword!

The Mountain understood his power was enough to withstand the Night King!

To ensure he could kill the Night King with one sword, the Mountain had used a slash instead of a thrust.

A slash was a large-area attack. As long as it hit the Night King even a little, it could kill him.

The Night King slid down the stone wall. The Mountain's sword had already attacked again, still a slash!

The Mountain was proficient in the sword techniques of thrusting, cleaving, chopping, and slashing, and had rich combat experience, but for the sake of safety, he still used a chop: a spinning chop!

Using the power of the body's inertia could maximize the power on the sword!

The Mountain wanted to continue to maintain pressure in terms of power, not giving the Night King a chance to breathe.

He couldn't let the Night King recover!

The Night King was backed against the stone wall. This time he couldn't retreat to unload the force. The spinning chop was a large-area attack, and the Night King couldn't dodge it by swaying his body!

Ding!

With a crisp sound, the Night King didn't retreat or dodge, but stepped forward to block, raising his thin sword vertically. The Mountain's ice sword struck the thin, narrow sword, but this time it felt like hitting a wall of solid ice like the earth! The feeling that the wall was too huge to be shaken struck the Mountain's chest!

The Mountain's expression changed slightly!

Why was the Night King's power so strong this time?

It was completely different from when he was knocked away by the previous slash.

Was this guy using unpredictable magical power?!

The Mountain retreated, stepping diagonally. His ice sword was longer than the Night King's thin sword. He couldn't attack head-on, so he maintained a long distance, only allowing him to attack the Night King, not allowing the Night King's sword to attack him.

Clumsy force couldn't achieve success, so he needed skill!

The Night King's body couldn't be scratched even a tiny bit by a Valyrian steel sword, that was his weakness!

The Mountain took a big step back, a distance of two big steps for the Night King, suddenly breaking free from the Night King's thin sword's attack range. The ice sword was put into a defensive posture: "Arianne, how is Dragon Thief?"

The Mountain had been eager to attack just now, wanting to take advantage of the Night King being hit by a dragon tail to kill him, but he had failed to kill the Night King even after two swords with all his strength. He knew that he couldn't achieve quick success this time, and he needed help. And Dragon Thief was undoubtedly the best helper.

Arianne's left hand stroked the dragon's jaw, her long sword protecting her: "I don't know how bad the injury is, he's shaking, Mountain."

Dragon Thief had been hit by two spears. The spears were forged from ice, and the damage to the dragon's body might not be great. Dragon Thief was two hundred and fifty-one years old, a dragon in its prime. Its body was really too big, like a small mountain peak. With its wings spread, it could cover a small town. Those two two-meter-long ice spears might just be thick toothpicks to the dragon. But the power contained in the spears was very terrifying, and the cold on the ice spears was constantly harming him!

"Pull out the spears!" The Mountain roared. Dragon Thief was shaking, it must be because of the cold from the ice spears. The Mountain knew that he had been too eager just now.

He longed to end the battle in one fell swoop!

Arianne sheathed her long sword, grasped the spearhead of the half-length ice spear with both hands, and a strange cold suddenly spread throughout her body from the spear, causing her body to tremble. She gave a delicate shout, and pulled with all her strength, but the half of the ice spear stuck into the lower left side of the dragon's body remained unmoved, as if it had taken root.

A cold light flashed, and the Night King's thin sword stabbed towards the Mountain. The Mountain's ice sword was longer, and struck first, also stabbing towards the Night King with a sword.

No parrying, no dodging, a direct thrust!

To die together!

The Night King was faster, but the Mountain's ice sword was really long and bullying. The Night King floated away, hitting the Mountain's ice sword obliquely, and the Mountain's sword had already been withdrawn, retreating instead of advancing, and taking a step back with force, the distance from the Night King suddenly became very far.

The Night King emitted a peculiar syllable, perhaps he was speaking the language of the Thenn Mountains, perhaps he was speaking Old Tongue of the North. Seeing his flickering gaze, he was mocking the Mountain's escape. In the blink of an eye, the Night King chased after him, and the Mountain took another big step back, raising his ice sword, only accumulating power for defense. The Night King was erratic, and the thin sword in his hand drew countless silver lights, unbelievably fast, the sword flowers dancing like snowflakes.

However, the Mountain turned a blind eye and continued to retreat. The Night King was coming too quickly, he roared angrily, using his long sword as a wooden stick to sweep horizontally. A large fan-shaped area in front of him was within his attack range.

The Night King paused slightly, and the Mountain had already retreated far away. The Mountain only had to take one step back, and the Night King had to take two steps. The Mountain retreated with force, and he had to chase three steps to barely maintain the distance.

Clang!

A loud noise!

The Mountain took off his helmet and threw it at the Night King, which was knocked away by the Night King's thin sword.

With the helmet removed, the cold air was pungent, but it invigorated the Mountain.

Wearing a huge flat-topped helmet would affect breathing in intense combat.

Now was not a battle in the midst of a chaotic army, there was only one enemy, so there was no need to worry about stray arrows. The helmet was too heavy, and it also affected the Mountain's speed and power.

While constantly retreating, the Mountain used his right hand to defend with his sword, and his left hand grabbed the connection point of the breastplate on his chest and pulled hard. The connection rope of the breastplate was torn off by him. He held the breastplate and spun, the heavy breastplate flew towards the Night King with a whoosh. The Night King dodged lightly, and another breastplate flew over, which was the breastplate on the Mountain's back... The Night King's thin sword separated the breastplate, and the Mountain had already violently torn off his greaves and threw them at the Night King.

The Mountain's power was like a giant, and the heavy breastplate flew out like an arrow. The Night King was blocked for a moment, and the Mountain had already whirled to Dragon Thief's side like a whirlwind, grabbed the ice spear on Dragon Thief's chest with one hand, and with a soft shout, the ice spear was easily pulled out by him... And Arianne's body was shivering with cold, but her forehead was sweating profusely, panting, white mist surrounding her nose, she used all her strength, again and again, and finally staggered and pulled out the other ice spear...

As the two ice spears were pulled out, the constant invasion of strange cold stopped...

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

A slight, strange sound rang out. The Mountain turned his head, and several wights appeared on the other side, gathering together and walking towards this side. The Mountain glanced at them, a total of eight.

Under the ruins, there were still sounds coming out, wight hands stretched out from the cracks... In a very close place, a pile of rubble slowly bulged upwards, as if something underground was about to break out...

The Mountain and Arianne's expressions changed together!

The wights buried underground by the big explosion were coming out one after another... And the Mountain had no help!

The Night King stopped chasing. He sheathed his long sword, raised his hands high, and chanted strange syllables. Several boulders slowly made a clicking sound, slowly turning and moving, and wights slowly revealed themselves from below...

The Mountain looked up at the sky, there was no shadow of the Three-Eyed Raven in the sky!

"Dragon Thief, fly?" The Mountain said in a deep voice. This was not a dragon-riding command, he was asking.

Seeing that the situation was not right, retreat quickly!

Dragon Thief did not respond with a dragon's roar. The golden red light in his dragon eyes was dim, as if he was extremely sleepy and wanted to sleep. He closed his eyes for a moment, and suddenly his dragon mouth opened, and a round of golden red sun lit up his neck. His big mouth opened, and a fireball that was impossible to look at directly rushed out with a boom, dragging a long, dazzling tail flame, hitting the Night King who was raising his hands and chanting.

The Night King was hit by a golden red comet, tumbling out with a roar, and once again slammed heavily on the giant rock.

The few slowly moving boulders crashed back down, crushing several Others that were about to emerge!

The Demon Mountain brandished the Ice Sword, pouncing like a leopard. Eight Others standing nearby immediately came to meet him, but suddenly darkness fell before their eyes, as if night had suddenly descended. The dragon had arrived, and a gale rose from flat ground. A swipe of its dragon claw sent an Other flying far away, like an adult forcefully throwing a small clod of mud.

The dragon's long tail swept across, and the Demon Mountain and Arianne quickly dove to the ground. Several Others and some raised stones and dirt were swept away together, falling into the distant ruins.

The Demon Mountain rose and rushed to a rock, stabbing and dodging in a flash. He rolled and tumbled, moving like a ghost, quickly thrusting out five swords... as if piercing five inflated bladders... *pop pop pop pop pop*. The five Others, crushed again by the boulders, exploded into ice shards!

Having shed his heavy plate armor, the Demon Mountain felt light and free, his speed and agility as if he were a different person. His huge body was as nimble as a cat, and his strength was even smoother and more powerful!

The Others' positions were very concentrated, indicating that they were standing together when the wildfire exploded!

The Demon Mountain killed several Others in a row, majestic and unmatched. Arianne's tense, beautiful face revealed a smile, and her mood lightened a lot, but the Demon Mountain's heart sank to the bottom of the sea.

The Thief of Sheep chose to attack, but he didn't choose to fly!

Could it be that he can no longer fly?!