Boom! Boom!
The crudely made gasoline-filled fire bombs exploded among the ranks of the ghouls, bursting with hot flames that ignited the nearby undead. However, these mindless monsters showed no concern for the vast numbers of their comrades being incinerated; they simply continued to charge the city walls under the command of the Night King and the White Walkers.
The Night King sat astride his ice horse, followed by a dage at the foot of the city walls.
To be honest, the Night King was somewhat confused. He couldn't fathom why the huozen White Walkers covered in frost. They stood behind the ghoul army, watching the battle rman soldiers had abandoned the protection of the towering Wall behind them, choosing instead to march out and construct a new city to face them. In his view, this was an act of utter stupidity. Though, even if the humans had remained behind the Wall, the Night King could eventually use his immense magical powers to breach it.
Despite his doubts, the Night King immediately commanded the hundreds of thousands of ghouls to storm the city, kill all the humans within, turn their corpses into fresh ghouls, and then march south. His goal was to destroy every living creature in Westeros, turning the entire continent into a land of icy death.
"Kill!"
"Flamethrowers! Get up here and burn these damn monsters to death!"
Jon Snow drove his sword into a skeletal ghoul that had managed to climb the city wall, taking it down. He shouted the order, urging the soldiers equipped with flamethrowers to move forward and unleash another stream of fire upon the ghouls piling up beneath the wall.
Lines of reserve soldiers, their backs laden with flamethrowers that had just been refilled with gasoline, rushed to the wall to replace the weary front-line troops.
In the command center behind the city wall, Jason was intently studying the images being transmitted back by a hovering drone. His expression was serious.
"Master Jason, can we detonate the bomb trap now? The soldiers are about to be overwhelmed," pleaded Count William Manderly. His chubby face was slick with sweat, and his eyes were wide with panic.
Just a moment ago, he had peered over the city wall. He couldn't see an end to the ferocious ghouls; they were everywhere, like a black flood slamming relentlessly against the defenses. For a terrifying instant, Count William had been certain the ghoul army would drown them all.
The northern lords present were equally anxious. They stared at Jason nervously, wishing he would detonate the explosive traps immediately. They were worried that if the city was breached and they were slaughtered by the ghouls, it would be too late to set off the bombs.
"Wait a little longer. Soon, all the ghouls will be in the zone," Jason replied. The stress was immense, but to eliminate the threat of the ghouls in one decisive strike, he had to resist the urge to act prematurely and wait for the perfect moment.
A few kilometers outside the city, the Night King, riding his ice horse, suddenly looked up. A drone was hovering more than a hundred meters above his head.
The Night King narrowed his icy eyes. Although he didn't know what the flying object was, he instinctively aimed the ice spear in his hand toward the drone in the sky.
Ga!
Boom!
The ice spear struck the drone at high speed, causing it to instantly explode and vanish.
"Ah, we've been spotted!" The nobles in the command center exclaimed in alarm as the surveillance screen went dark.
Jason was startled but quickly regained his composure. "It doesn't matter; we have plenty more! The Night King can't possibly know the purpose of the drone. That attack was likely just an accident."
With that, Jason ordered his soldiers to fly another drone up, directing it to monitor the Night King and the White Walkers from a safer distance.
The Night King truly didn't pay much attention to the drones. After all, he couldn't imagine a product of modern technology existing here. The previous attack had indeed been random, though it left him slightly suspicious.
Seeing that his army of ghouls was on the verge of overwhelming the human city, the Night King issued a general attack order.
The dozen or so White Walkers rode their ice horses and directed all the ghouls to surge toward the city. The Night King followed close behind. Soon, they all stepped squarely into the trap circle where the incendiary bombs were laid.
"Finally, they're here..."
Gazing at the surveillance screen, Jason watched the Night King and the White Walkers lead the entire ghoul army into the trap zone. He could barely contain his excitement.
"—That's great! They're trapped!"
"Master Jason, hurry and detonate the trap bombs! Blow up all these damned monsters!"
"This terrible war is finally coming to an end..."
The northern lords present wept tears of pure joy. Only the gods knew the crippling pressure and fear they had been forced to endure.
Jason took a deep, steadying breath. He pulled out the remote detonator for the trap ring, entered the code, and pressed the bright red detonation button hard. "Go to hell, monsters!"
Ziii—
A radio signal shot out from the detonator, activating the bombs buried throughout the trap circle.
At that moment, the Night King, marching ignorantly toward the city with his army of White Walkers and ghouls, had no idea that beneath his feet were 100,000 tons of high-tech incendiary bombs from the modern world.
A blinding white light erupted, and the soldiers on the city wall felt their eyes overwhelmed before everything plunged into darkness.
Before the Night King and the White Walkers could even react, they were blasted into the air by a deafening explosion and a terrifying shockwave.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Dazzling fire illuminated the sky, and enormous flames surged one after another. A violent shockwave ripped through the landscape.
Countless ghouls were instantly coated with the white phosphorus from the incendiary bombs. They transformed into screaming, burning torches before being ripped to shreds by the force of the explosion.
The detonation of the 100,000-ton bomb shook the very earth, threatening to overturn the ground nearby. The city itself swayed violently on the trembling earth. Soldiers on the city wall instinctively leapt down, clutching their heads and rolling into balls on the ground. Tents pitched inside the city collapsed in heaps.
Chaos. The entire city descended into chaos.
After more than ten minutes, the soldiers inside the city slowly rose to their feet, their faces covered in soot. The roar of the explosion had left their ears buzzing.
Outside the city, the former trap circle was now a raging sea of fire.
The Night King and the White Walkers were all killed by the bombs and consumed by the flames. With the death of the Night King and the White Walkers, the remaining ghouls suddenly lost their magical support, and their corpses were scattered everywhere.
"It's over... it's over..."
Jon Snow's face was blackened, and his stab-proof armor was tattered. He leaned on the city wall, painfully climbing up, and gazed at the smoldering wreckage outside the city, murmuring the words.
"We won! We won!"
"The ghouls have been eliminated! We have won!"
"Long Live the North! Long Live Lord Jason —Winter!"
Soon, tens of thousands of soldiers inside the city began to cheer excitedly.
Jason and the northern lords walked to the city wall. They looked at the distant sea of fire and the piles of ghoul remains under the wall, and they couldn't help but smile.
"We won!" Jason drew the sword from his waist, raised it high, and shouted, "We won!"
"We won! We won!"
"Long live Master Jason!"
"Long live Lord Jason!"
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