Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 244: Bronze Door of the Bunker
Blood splattered.

The mercenary, who was as strong as an ox, covered his throat in disbelief.

Ho. Ho.
Blood spurted out from the broken neck guard like a fountain, splashing all over the silver-haired young man in front of the mercenary. The thin dark sister cut through the steel neck guard as easily as a hot knife cutting butter. The guard mercenaries arranged by Mortarion and Horus at the previous sentry were almost all caught off guard by this Valyrian steel sword. The tall mercenary had just fallen down when the crossbowman with a flock of crows and dead wood emblem painted on his cloak took a step forward and pulled the trigger.

Whizzing.

Two archers on the left and right sides of the tunnel fell to the ground.

Aemon pulled out the arrow embedded in his black plate armor inlaid with an enameled red dragon, and turned back to count the number of people.

The three hundred people he brought into the tunnel were all the second and youngest sons of various families. Each of them wore three layers of armor, was equipped with no less than three weapons, and even brought at least three solid wood-wrapped iron shields.

Even so, by the time they got here, dozens of the three hundred men had been killed.

The Kingsguard responsible for protecting Aemon was a little embarrassed. The pure white shield on his arm was already tattered and had several crossbow arrows stuck in it. He was supposed to protect Aemon, but it turned out that Aemon was the one charging in front of him.

The Knight Prince gritted his teeth. He knew that this underground fortress would be difficult to attack. After all, Horus and Mortarion were both in this main fortress, so they brought the best of the best from each family, and they were almost armed to the teeth. But he didn't expect it to be so difficult to attack. He had only fought from the entrance to here, but in just thirteen sentries, so many people were killed.

"Your Highness, do you want to continue moving forward?" the Kingsguard asked worriedly. Unlike the young prince, this Kingsguard had served King Aegon II for many years after replacing his predecessor, the old knight. He was experienced and had even participated in the Stormlands' war against the Stepstones. He was no stranger to bloodshed.

Aemon looked at the soldiers behind him.

"White Knight, are you scared?" Harold Reyes, the "Blood Lion," raised his battle axe with a fierce smile. He had just killed nine mercenaries guarding the eleventh sentry post by himself. His thick armor was now covered in blood, which made the ruby-encrusted lion relief even more red. "If you're scared, get out of here."

"Count Reyes, we don't know how long this tunnel is." The White Knight retorted. Before he finished speaking, everyone felt a tremor in all directions. Countless rubble fell from the top of the tunnel, splashing gray-white smoke and dust. "Even if Your Highnesses use giant dragons to suppress the surface of the bunker, we don't know how long it will take to enter the bunker."

"We are already in the bunker." Aemon suddenly said this without any context. The young knight prince bit his iron gloves. He had suspected this since the seventh sentry post. Near the third sentry post, they found copper pipes and ditches used for drainage in the bunker. At the fifth sentry post, cave houses dug out of rammed earth and stone walls appeared.

All this proves one thing.

When that madman Mortarion built this bunker, he designed it as a well-connected underground cave.

Count Reyes couldn't help but twitch his eyes. He hadn't reacted before Aemon mentioned it, but after he mentioned it, the Count of Red Lion, whose castle was also of a similar structure, reacted immediately.

Seven layers of hell, Castamere has the same structure, no wonder it is so disgusting and difficult to fight.

The narrow and interconnected tunnels mean that the tunnel part of this bunker is absolutely easy to defend and difficult to attack. A few people can block the tunnel, and only a few people in the front row of the three hundred elite soldiers can be deployed into the battle, while those in the back can only withstand bows and crossbows.

"How many people brought crossbows!" Aemon made up his mind. Before setting off, except for Horntide who stayed behind, the dragons took off at the same time and headed straight for the main castle. They tried to find a way to collapse the bunker from above, but they still couldn't find it after such a long time.

It also provided a certain amount of cover for Aemon and the others.

"I!"

"I brought it, Your Highness!"

"Your Highness, I am Taswell Floren, and I have the best shooting ability in my family!"

"Your Highness, is a longbow okay?"

"Alright!" Count Reyes roared like a lion. "All is up to His Majesty Aemon."

"All those carrying crossbows follow us, and use shields to protect the crossbows. Lord Reyes, Lord Bolton, I need six good men." Aemon said coldly. "Follow me and charge at full speed!"

Earl Reyes and Earl Bolton both knew what Aemon meant. When they charged before, the people in the front would be injured, tired, or even killed in battle, but what Aemon needed now was a warrior strong enough to clear the way for everyone at full speed.

"There is no shortage of warriors in the North." Lord Domeric Bolton threw away his sword and took out a long-handled battle axe with a half-sawed wooden handle from his back, which was convenient for use in narrow areas.

"The same goes for the Western Territory!" Count Reyes licked his lips, and six warriors were selected from the team almost at lightning speed.

Aemon nodded, and the Dark Sister pointed, "Let's charge!"

The next outpost had the same configuration, four infantrymen blocking the tunnel entrance, each with steel armor, two spears, a sword, a tall heavy armored mercenary from the Summer Islands or Slaver's Bay, and five or six archers.

Shhhhhh.

When the soldiers in the team who were carrying crossbows saw the fire, they immediately drew their bows and arrows and pulled the triggers.

Almost in an instant, the archers whose approximate positions were discovered by the Westeros people fell to the ground with screams.

The soldier holding the spear tried to thrust with it, but an old man with amber eyes roared and chopped the wooden spear shaft with an axe. The spear broke, and the next moment the same axe fell on the soldier's head.

Red and white unknown liquids splashed everywhere.

Another spearman and the swordsman who was shot into a hedgehog suffered the same fate.

"Ding"

Wow.

Without hesitation, the Dark Sister once again cut through the crescent axe of the tall black warrior from the Summer Islands like a hot knife through butter. After Aemon chopped off the black warrior's axe as if dancing, he ruthlessly cut open the throat protected by heavy armor.

Almost in the blink of an eye.

An entire outpost was wiped out.

These two hundred or so people just rushed forward like this.

The deeper they went, the stronger the vibrations became, and the smile on Aemon's face grew thicker.

on the ground.

Menghuo roared and grabbed the battlements made of huge stones with one claw, and opened a hole above the bunker in one move. Centros, who also landed on the surface building of the bunker, took the opportunity to open his dragon mouth.

A pale green flame gushed out like lightning as the hole was violently knocked open.

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