Clang!
Galon's longsword clashed violently with Victarion's giant axe, creating a deafening roar and a shower of sparks.
The impact of the force caused Galon's arm to go slightly numb.
But he still managed to block Victarion's attack.
Victarion's pupils contracted as he also felt the heavy force coming from the giant axe.
" Asha, you didn't lose unjustly."
"It seems the North isn't all useless!"
A look of surprise flashed in Victarion's eyes, and with his predatory instincts, he once again swung his giant axe at Galon.
Galon, focused and with a grim expression, fought back while using words to try and shake Victarion's resolve.
"oh?"
"Don't worry, you'll be with Asha soon."
" Balon sent you ashore only to your deaths!"
Galon forcefully shoved the enraged Victarion aside and casually killed a passing Ironborn, still having the energy to keep an eye on the battle around him.
The soldiers from both sides were locked in fierce combat, making it almost impossible to distinguish one another.
"We must kill Victarion as soon as possible to secure victory!"
A sharp glint flashed in Galon's eyes as the blood of the Children of the Forest and the First Men surged, making his attention and power even more focused.
He wielded his greatsword with all his might, constantly moving and fighting with Victarion amidst thousands of troops.
Any soldier who gets involved in a fight between the two will surely die.
In the midst of the chaos, the air seemed to freeze.
For Galon and Victarion, all they could see were the clashing of weapons and their heavy breathing.
Victarion, unable to break through, grew increasingly agitated and angry.
In particular, he noticed that his crew was slowly crumbling.
He realized he had to take down the Northern Commander as soon as possible!
But the more anxious he became, the more his movements began to distort.
After another impact, the immense inertia caused Victarion's body to lose balance for an extremely brief period.
Galon keenly grasped this point: "Now!"
A cold glint flashed in his eyes. He stepped to the side and his body, like a taut bowstring, suddenly exerted force, crashing into Victarion's center line.
Victarion was greatly alarmed and instinctively raised his giant axe to strike.
But Galon narrowly avoided the fatal axe blade, his greatsword deftly slicing through Victarion's right thigh.
Instantly, blood gushed from Victarion's thigh. He groaned in pain and instinctively knelt forward a few steps.
Immediately afterwards, Galon turned sideways, raised his greatsword, and stabbed it into Victarion's left foot, twisting it forcefully.
"Ah-ah—"
At this point, Victarion could no longer hold back and cried out in pain.
His eyes grew increasingly fierce as he endured the pain and swung his giant axe in an attempt to force Galon back.
But Green Seer's instincts allowed Galon to immediately sense Victarion's attack and calmly dodge it.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Galon drew his greatsword and slashed it at Victarion's chest.
Victarion was terrified and quickly changed tactics, trying to block with his giant axe.
Unfortunately, it was too late!
With a tremendous force, Victarion, whose right leg and left foot were injured, could no longer control his body and fell backward.
His right hand went numb, and the giant axe fell to the ground. Taking advantage of this moment, Galon quickly swept past and slashed his greatsword at Victarion's head.
"Nah!"
Victarion let out a painful and incredulous roar as immense power drained from his body in an instant.
Without any hesitation, Galon twisted his wrist sharply and then pulled horizontally!
The cold blade easily sliced through the muscles, blood vessels, and trachea, and Victarion's massive body, detached from its head, crashed to the ground.
Galon stomped on Victarion's body, then gripped his blood-stained greatsword, and with all his might, raised Victarion's head high, letting out a roar that shook the entire battlefield.
" Victarion Greyjoy is dead!"
His voice, like rolling thunder, clearly drowned out the surrounding noise and reached the ears of everyone nearby!
The northern soldiers were overjoyed and shouted almost simultaneously.
" Victarion Greyjoy is dead!"
The Ironborn heard the sound and stared in disbelief at Galon, who was holding aloft the head of their invincible Iron Fleet commander.
"How is that possible...?"
" Lord Victarion... has he been defeated?"
Just as Ironborn was stunned and at a loss, it seemed as if the gods were also watching this battle.
The gloomy clouds that had lasted all morning suddenly parted, and a beam of intense sunlight poured down like a spear from heaven, shining down on the proudly standing Galon!
His majestic and imposing figure took on an indescribable sacredness at this moment.
"Kneel down, and those who surrender will not be killed!"
He shouted again, which drew the men of the North to raise their weapons and echo his call.
"Kneel down, and those who surrender will not be killed!!"
Gradually, only this one voice remained on the battlefield.
"Kneel down, and those who surrender will not be killed!!"
Unlike the excitement and exhilaration in the North, panic spread like the deadliest plague across the entire Ironborn army.
The death of Victarion and the unknown fate of Euron on the flank caused the morale of the Ironborn on the main battlefield to collapse instantly.
As the calls for surrender grew louder, some Ironborn instinctively laid down their weapons and knelt in surrender.
But many more fled south.
The battlefield situation on the bomber was instantly reversed!
Garon watched the fleeing Ironborn and tossed Victarion's head onto a Bolton soldier whose eyes were fixed on him with fanaticism.
He leaned on his sword, took two deep breaths, and then gave the order.
"Launch an all-out offensive and wipe out the remaining enemy!"
His voice was hoarse from exhaustion, yet it carried the undeniable authority of a victor.
"For the North!"
"For Lord Glover!"
A deafening roar of cheers erupted.
The remaining northern soldiers, their morale soaring, launched a relentless pursuit like a flood bursting its banks.
The battle turned into a one-sided hunt and purge.
Meanwhile, the cheers that filled the air caused Euron and his men, who were still fighting on West Horn Mountain, to break down.
" Victarion is dead?"
Upon hearing the voice, Euron blurted out in disbelief.
The playful and confident expression on his face vanished completely, replaced by an unprecedented sense of panic.
At the same time, the morale of his Ironborn men collapsed, and their last resistance was broken.
On the other hand, Jon, despite suffering several wounds, stood tall and encouraged the remaining soldiers with a look of delight.
"Lord Galon has won!"
"Hold on!"
"Now it's our turn to fight back!"
In that foggy place.
The Northern soldiers, who were already nearing their limit, unleashed tremendous fighting power once again, with one soldier even chasing and slashing two others.
Euron was unwilling to accept this.
He looked toward Kings Road, where the dense forest rustled, as if countless soldiers from the North were surrounding him.
He spat out the word in anguish, then turned and broke free from Jon's pursuit, leading the remaining Ironborn along the southern slope towards Moat Cailin.
There are also some Ironborn guarding the ships there.
But Euron had lost the will to continue fighting the North. He now had only one thought in his mind: to survive and escape back to the Iron Islands!
"Crossing the Northern Border is a flawed plan!"
"I should have led the fleet around Westeros and headed straight for Skags Island!"
"Once I obtain the dragon, I will make you pay tenfold, a hundredfold price!"
He took one last look at the devastated battlefield, then fled south along Kings Road like a stray dog, without looking back.
Galon did not order the northern army to pursue them further.
The army is exhausted and needs rest.
More importantly, there are still too many things inside the North that need to be dealt with immediately.
For example, how should we deal with these kneeling prisoners?
And so on.
He slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, heavy with the smell of blood, and looked around at the valley where corpses lay strewn everywhere and blood flowed like a river.
This victory completely changed my destiny.
"I no longer have to worry about Deepwood Motte being captured by Ironborn and me becoming a prisoner."
"From now on, I will soar like a bird in the blue sky and swim like a fish in the sea, never to be bound again!"
The joy of victory was like the strongest liquor, briefly washing away Galon's physical fatigue and mental tension, bringing him a tremendous sense of accomplishment and exhilaration in controlling his destiny.
But this feeling was fleeting. " The dragon horn hasn't been obtained yet; next, we should use Asha to negotiate with Balon!"
"But before that, I must first wipe out the remaining Ironborn forces in the North!"
Having regained his senses, Galon did not stop.
His eyes were fixed on the south, where the thing he longed for most still existed!