Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 199: The Expedition of Ringol (XXI) The End of the Savages
In the heavy infantry formation of the assembled army in the North, Earl Amber stared blankly at the approaching black dragon. His huge body sitting on the horse made the long-haired horses unique to the North look petite. But all this seemed unimportant when the black dragon appeared.

What a big dragon
This was the only thought left in the mind of Earl Amber, who had little education and had to rely on scholars even for reading and writing.

The next moment, this northern man who was said to have the blood of giants suddenly felt his blood boiling. He stared at the infantry of the Amber family he led. These northern men also became excited. It was not the first time they saw a dragon. Both Womisol and Womimax had flown to the north. Some of the older ones among them had even witnessed Womisol soaring over the north like a mountain, blocking out the sun.

And during that long winter, before Queen Benilla disappeared, she rode Moon Dancer to the ice and snow of the North and brought fire to the Great Wall and the Last Hearth.

They were no strangers to dragons.

But when the dragons really came to the battlefield, every soldier in the North was excited. They had fought more than one battle with the wildlings. In order to capture the more than 50,000 wildlings led by Sergon the Magnar (meaning: Lord) of the Thenns and Silas the Cruel, the leader of the raiders, Jason and Duke Cregan pressed forward step by step and planned step by step. The cavalry led by Earl Domeric Bolton and Earl Umber, together with the cavalry of the Black Army, constantly harassed the wildling camp in the Haunted Forest. The most glorious victory was when the cavalry of the North trampled the entire wildling camp, and Earl Umber's giant sword cut off the head of a giant. Silas, the leader of the raiders, disguised himself as a Night's Watch ranger to escape.

In that attack, thousands of savages died in the trampling of each other.

The tragic defeat forced Sergon and Yaga to act according to the plan of Duke Creggan and Commander Jason. They were forced to leave the familiar Haunted Forest under the drive of the Northern Cavalry and Rangers. Under the ice wall of the Great Wall, Sergon led the giants riding mammoths and the long-haired horse cavalry from outside the Wall to launch a counterattack, and once repelled the coalition cavalry, but the camp and food were burned by Earl Domeric Bolton.

Eventually, Sergon was forced to make the decision to split his troops into three groups and cross the Great Wall, which was the beginning of his downfall.

The three thousand elite wildlings who entered the North from the underground passage of Sable Hall in the east were hit head-on by Earl Manderly and Earl Karstark. Under the castle, which was regarded as the shame of the Night's Watch and where the "proud" Earl Beric Bracken died, the knights holding the mermaid banner crushed the wildling lines. When Earl Karstark appeared behind the wildlings with his cavalry covered in furs and chain mail, defeat was already inevitable.

Of the three thousand wildlings, not one survived to join their two leaders, and Lord Karstark ordered their heads to be piled in Sable Hall as a warning to all wildlings.

The 5,000 wildlings who crossed the Great Wall from the underground passage of Greyguard Castle met the Black Army and the army of Earl Glover of Deepwood Motte who had been waiting there for a long time. The mountain clans also sent troops to support Duke Creggan's actions. This elite force of 1,200 people fought fiercely with the elite of the wildlings. In the end, the wildlings paid a heavy price to defeat the army of the North.

Silas the Cruel, the leader of the Reavers, brutally skinned Lord Glover and his eldest son, and shared their flesh with the wildlings.

So, the soldiers of the Glover family who joined the main force were furious and vowed to make the wildlings pay the price they deserved.

"Your Excellency the Duke, give the order to charge!" Earl Amber rushed to the central army of Duke Creggan impatiently. As soon as the big man rushed into the formation, his eyes fell on Regen, but he just looked at him with confusion and then shifted his gaze to Ringol.

"Your Highness Ringol, your hair?" Earl Amber looked up and down, making sure that his intuition was not wrong, then asked with some confusion.

He is very sharp.

Ringol thought about it and understood how Lord Umber recognized him. Although Rhaegon looked more like a Valyrian than himself, there were still many indescribable things in temperament that fundamentally distinguished him from Rhaegon.

"Don't worry about it." Lingol scratched his hair and said with a smile: "Xingge will land soon."

"Arthur Umber." Clegane's serious voice came from behind Ringol. The bearded duke now looked full of majesty. He only glanced at Earl Umber, and the big man instantly became as obedient as a child: "Why are you not on your left wing, and running to us?"

"Duke, our warriors can't bear it any longer." Earl Arthur Umber pounded his breastplate with his iron gauntleted hand. "His Highness Ringol's dragon has arrived, and the boys don't want to follow the dragon and watch the barbecue of the savages."

"Lord Amber, the more savages you barbecue, the less casualties your warriors will suffer." Lingol walked up to Earl Amber, who was riding on a horse as tall as a hill, and said loudly.

"Your Highness, what you said is damn reasonable." Earl Amber laughed. "My Lord Duke, you can punish me after the fight. Domilik is watching the left wing, so nothing will happen."

After saying this, Earl Amber slapped his horse's butt and ran out in the blink of an eye.

The dragon was getting closer and closer. It saw Ringol in the crowd at a glance, and neighed happily, a pleasant dragon roar like a ballad, and slowly landed on the high ground where Creggen was stationed.

The soldiers from the North looked at Xingge with some fear and excitement, but mostly with curiosity and joy.

Starsong is the fastest growing dragon in the dragon's lair in Dragon's Nest City. The only dragon that can match its growth rate is Sendroth. Its size has surpassed Shadownight and is catching up with Silverwing. Its crown-like disc-shaped horns have become larger with age. Now, the size of its horns is not inferior to those of Hovendus, who is famous for his huge horns in the dragon's lair. It is second only to Sendroth, who has a pair of dragon horns that look like moose horns and two huge weirwoods.

The star-like silver-gold spots on its body are also growing larger, sparkling with a metallic luster under the sunlight. If it is at night, these spots will even emit a silver-gold glow, which is extremely beautiful.

"This dragon is so big." A young Northern soldier stared at Xingge blankly and couldn't help but say to his companions.

"You are just inexperienced." An old soldier who was obviously older but not as old as Graybeard said bluntly, "I have seen the dragon of Prince Longzel, and that was truly huge, but this dragon is indeed big." The old soldier changed the subject. "If I remember correctly, it is bigger than the Womax of His Majesty the late King Jakaris."

"Does this mean we're sure to win?" a warrior who was obviously younger said excitedly.

"Shut up!" Their leader, a guard from House Stark, interrupted the soldiers' whispers with a gruff voice. "As soon as the dragon takes off, we'll teach those bastards who deserve to be eaten by wolves a lesson."

The guard spat, but everyone could hear the excitement in his voice.

The entire Stark family's army seemed to be on fire in an instant.

At this time, behind the barbarian army, the cavalry of the Great Wall's black army also arrived.

Lord Commander Jason Lannister arrived at the battlefield with all the Wall's cavalry, and he saw Starsong landing on the high ground.

The former guardian of the West, the Duke of Casterly Rock, suddenly thought of Wormithor above the Red Fork River.

When Vhagar was knocked down from the sky by Vomithor, Jason, who was already seriously injured, knew that victory no longer belonged to them.

But today, the victory belongs to them.

Warrior bless.

Commander Jason silently drew a seven-pointed star in his mind. The morale of the black army's cavalry was also exceptionally high. Many of them had personally experienced the battlefield of the Red Fork River, and no one knew the power of the dragon better than them.

Unlike the coalition forces whose morale was high.

The wildling army actually wavered when they saw the dragon.

Many people are afraid.

They are trembling.

Although they had never bathed in dragon flames, nor witnessed the majestic figure of a giant dragon flying high in the sky, they had heard ancient legends and songs, and knew of the legends of evil dragons that were circulating on the continent before their ancestors migrated to this far north.

"Free folks, what are you afraid of?" "Cruel" Silas suddenly shouted loudly, riding a long-haired horse past the savage army. The savage leader raised the captured iron sword and shouted to encourage his companions: "Dragons are just legends, but there are also warriors who slay dragons in legends. Don't you want to be the warriors who bathe in dragon blood and hold dragon heads to welcome the poems of bards? Don't you want to have legends to brag about when you are rolling with your wife? Don't you want to proudly tell your children that your father and mother killed a dragon?"

He pointed at Xingge in the distance and shouted, "Now, the dragon is there, brothers and sisters, look around you." He raised his sword and pointed at the big guys and elites among the wildlings.

More than thirty giants from the north rode mammoths, roaring and raising bronze, bone and stone spears and axes. There were Thenns riding shaggy horses and wearing bronze armor, Hardfoots with feet harder than ice, wild tribesmen riding moose, and deserters of the Night's Watch wearing tattered black clothes.

There were also countless savages holding various weapons and howling.

The giants roared their ancient war cries, the Thenns blew their bone horns, and the wildlings took up arms.

"We are no worse than these southern brats. They grew up by the fire, and we grew up in the wind and snow. We are steel and bronze, and they are branches and grass." Silas glanced at the silent Sergon and continued to shout: "Go, brothers, let's show the southern brats how barbaric we really are!"

It was not known whether it was Silas’s speech that worked or the legend of slaying the dragon that inspired them, but in any case, these savages also became excited.

Woo woo woo woo woo ~
The dull sound of horns rang out in succession, and the savages slowly moved.

"Your Highness Lingol." Duke Creggan saw the wildlings move, turned to Lingol and said, "It's OK."

Lingol smiled and said, "Duke, you can think about how to punish these lawless savages."

He grabbed the rope ladder hanging from Xingge Dragon's saddle and climbed up in a few steps.

"Because victory belongs to me and my Xing Ge."

Xingge sensed his long-lost companion and happily let out a long, pleasant chirp.

"Starsong, listen," Ringol said in High Valyrian. "Take flight, and let us teach these wildlings a lesson."

Star Song roared and flapped its wings, slowly climbing into the sky under the pale sun. Its huge wings blocked the sun, making the vision of the Northern soldiers below suddenly dark.

The dragon flew higher and higher.

Ringol's hair slowly faded from black to bright silver again, and the emerald green in his eyes, like a lake in midsummer, was gradually swallowed up by deep purple.

Ringo Varese is back!
Star Song roared, folded his wings, and dived towards the wildling army.

The giants shouted and threw stones, and sparse arrows and javelins also flew into the sky, but these inferior long-range weapons could not be thrown far. Only the boulders thrown by the giants could get close to the star song in the sky.

But those slow-moving stones were simply an insult to Xingge.

The dragon was angry. These big, hairy guys simply didn't treat it as a dragon.

What greeted them was only the wrath of the dragon.

"Xingge, kill the giants first, then use dragon flame to burn the infantry, keep your distance."

Ringol gave the order calmly.

The giant dragon flapped its wings and increased its altitude again. Then it spread its wings and began to glide over the savage army. Silver-gold dragon flames poured down like a candle.

One giant after another was set on fire. The hair on these big hairy guys became the thing that took their lives. The mammoths under their crotch fled in terror. Countless savages were trampled under the feet of the mammoths and turned into pools of meat paste.

But the flame did not go out. It moved to the mammoth amid the giant's screams, and then scattered into the army of savages as the mammoth struggled.

There were screams everywhere. The screams of giants were like dull bells, the screams of mammoths were like broken gongs, and the screams of people were like
But none of them are as pleasant as Xingge’s dragon roar.

It’s a pity that every melodious dragon roar will bring more screams.

These sounds come together to form a beautiful piece of music.

The dragon flame poured down again. This time, the giant dragon hovered back and forth above the army. Wherever the dragon flame passed, a long passage would be cleared in an instant. In the passage were people who turned into ashes, and outside the passage were people who were about to turn into ashes.

Magnarselgon of the Thenns was set on fire, but he was unlucky for a giant who was being burned to death fell beside him, so he was also set on fire.

With a cry of "This is impossible", Sergon was engulfed by the silver-gold dragon flame. He didn't even see what the boy on the dragon's back looked like before he died in the raging flames.

In the last moments of the wildling leader's life, he saw the cavalry of the North and the cavalry of the Black Army rumbling towards him.

Lord Umber shouted and swung his greatsword, Lord Karstark raised his battle axe, and Lord Dustin had a flaming wildling hanging on his spear.

Every Northerner was so excited that they could hardly contain themselves.

The same was true for the Black Army. For the first time in thousands of years, the Night's Watch fought under the body of a dragon. They searched for prey in the sea of ​​fire and pecked out the "eyeballs" of these old opponents with precision.

There were flames and blood everywhere. War horses trampled over the old and weak wildlings, and sharp blades slashed the necks of wildling warriors.

The savage army was instantly defeated.

Countless spears then advanced.

A massacre began.

Star Song ignited a passage with satisfaction, turning dozens of wildlings into ashes. It slowly landed on the edge of the battlefield and sang a melodious song to the wildling army that had been defeated under the bombardment of dragon flames.

Ringol, on the dragon's back, saw the half-burned wildling leader "Cruel" Silas.

He was hit by the dragon flame while charging and is now dying.

"You son of the South have destroyed the dreams of the free folk. You have no idea what lies beyond the Wall."

Ringol responded with a smile:
"I will know what is outside the Great Wall, but you should also know that today is your end."

"Haha, it's not important." Silas smiled bitterly, "I only hate that we didn't have a Mirror Shield Savin. How could we let a baby who hasn't been weaned be the doomsday? The free folks can't be killed. Sooner or later, one of us will climb over the Great Wall, skin you and your dragon and behead you, kid."

Lingol touched Xingge's neck indifferently, and his pent-up anger was finally released.

"And the Mirror Shield Savin." Ringol said mercilessly: "Come on, let's see whether you have more people or are more resistant to burning." He gently pressed the scales on Xingge's neck. "The fire will tell you, wild man."

The dragon roared, and a mouthful of fire instantly engulfed the savage leader in front of it.

Ringol looked at Silas who had turned into ashes and pulled up the gauntlet of the dragon saddle.

Xingge roared and flew up.

Under the giant dragon were savages fleeing all over the mountains.

And flames all over the mountains.

(End of this chapter)