In the narrow passage, every inch of land had become a bloody millstone, with spears thrusting out like a forest, battle axes whistling and hacking, and the sounds of battle echoing throughout the entire Kings Road.
Soldiers from both sides fought fiercely here, each step forward or backward costing them a mountain of corpses.
The battle reached a fierce stalemate.
Meanwhile, just as the Northern Horn sounded, Jon, who was hiding behind Galon, was extremely anxious. He still hadn't discovered Euron's movements.
"Could Galon have guessed wrong?"
" Are all the Iron Islands on the front lines?"
"Damn it, am I the only one with nothing to do?"
Jon scanned the dense forest like a hawk, hoping to find any trace of Ironborn, but the morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the dense Sentinel trees and oak forest blocked Jon and the others' view like a maze.
Furthermore, the sounds of fighting below the mountain masked all other noises, greatly hindering Jon and his team's search.
He kept visualizing the surrounding map in his mind and gave orders in a low voice.
"Go a little deeper into the hillside, send out more scouts, and make sure they are well concealed..."
Before he could finish speaking, Shanks' ears twitched.
"Something's wrong! There's a noise!"
Shanks, who grew up in Wolfswood, is extremely sensitive to sound.
He pressed his ear to the ground and, after careful observation, instantly determined that there were quite a few people moving to his left front.
"They're the enemy!"
Following Shanks's directions, Jon soon spotted a dense group of people, barely visible in the fog, climbing toward him to his right.
Jon broke out in a cold sweat; he hadn't expected Euron to find his way right under his nose.
But he soon realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Jon made a gesture, and Shanks immediately understood, organizing his archers to aim down the hillside.
"Archers, prepare!"
"put!"
At Jon's command, a hundred Glover archers drew their bows at the top of the hill and fired at Euron and his men.
call out-
Caught off guard, the Ironborn was pierced by an arrow, and screams of agony echoed through the mist.
Because of the fog, many Ironborn could not see how many enemies there were, only that there were arrows on the hilltop not far away.
"Damn it, there's an ambush!"
"Quick—get out of the way!"
Euron's expression changed, and he quickly hid behind the sentry tree, and the others followed suit.
After a brief moment of shock.
He cautiously peered out to observe the surroundings. The hillside in front of him was not difficult to climb; the slope was gentle, and there were large trees and rocks everywhere to avoid arrows.
"Charge!"
Euron's face was filled with murderous intent, and he immediately let out a sharp and efficient roar, demonstrating his ability to adapt to the situation as a ruthless leader.
"They don't outnumber us, charge in and tear them to pieces!"
Euron drew his longsword, took the lead, and, using the trees for cover, skillfully dodged the arrows as he charged forward.
The other Ironborn were greatly encouraged and followed in a swarm of roars.
"put!"
"Release it again!"
Jon remained calm and collected; the terrifying destructive power of the new bow severely damaged the Ironborn who was charging forward desperately.
"What kind of bow and arrow is this?"
" Where did Glover find that bow and arrow? How could it be so powerful?"
Seeing Ironborn, who was charging ahead of him, being shot backward by a thick arrow, Euron was so shocked that he quickly hid behind a tree.
He couldn't help but feel the same doubt as Asha.
After a brief moment of hesitation, Euron realized that charging forward would still give him a fighting chance, while staying here would only lead to certain death.
A cunning glint flashed in his eyes, and he simply grabbed the fallen Ironborn corpse beside him to use as a shield, braving the rain of arrows as he advanced.
"Go for it!"
"Kill them!"
The Ironborn followed suit, using the terrain to their advantage and moving towards the top of the hill.
Finally, after losing about four hundred Ironborn, Euron's gaze clashed fiercely with Jon's.
"Stop them!"
"Not a single one should be spared."
"For the North!"
During the foggy hour, the six hundred men behind him drew their weapons, shouted, and charged forward.
The two sides engaged in an even more brutal and bloody close-quarters battle.
The southern slope of West Horn Mountain instantly became a second, separate, and brutal battlefield, with every tree and every stone stained with blood.
Jon led from the front, displaying fierce swordsmanship, and held off the Euron forces' frenzied counterattack.
He knew that every second he could hold off Euron increased his chances of winning on the main battlefield.
Time passed little by little.
The fierce fighting had been going on for several hours.
The main battlefield.
The narrow passage was almost entirely filled with corpses, and blood flowed in streams.
Galon organized his army to firmly defend the narrow pass with a shield wall, sending another soldier to take the place of the fallen soldier.
When Victarion leads his army to attack, the spears behind the shield wall will pierce through.
Even though Victarion remained valiant, like a tireless giant, constantly launching attacks on the Northern army, Galon, relying on the terrain and the crushing corpses, held firm on Kings Road, wearing down Victarion's forces.
No matter how Victarion charged, he was repeatedly forced back by the spears beneath the shield.
At this moment, the increasingly intense and closer sounds of fighting coming from the western foothills brought Victarion's unease and anxiety to a fever pitch.
After charging forward again and being forced back by the spear, he looked at the fallen Ironborn corpse and realized that he couldn't continue like this.
" Ern has been stopped."
"Fuck, I knew I couldn't count on him."
"This war cannot continue like this!"
He wiped the blood from his face, his eyes calm as he stared intently at the soldiers holding shields on the narrow Kings Road and the long spears peeking out from behind them.
"My men can't maneuver properly; they'll just be impaled on spears like rats."
"We need to find a way to lure them out of this rat hole, and then wipe out this group of rats hiding in the hole in one fell swoop!"
Victarion's eyes flickered slightly, and he immediately ordered his men to gather his remaining thousand crew members, intending to lure the Northern Territory out of their cave.
But in that instant, Galon shrewdly seized the opportunity.
Bolton's army is almost wiped out, and Ironborn isn't in much better shape.
"Any later, something might happen to Jon."
"Now, it's time to take a gamble and deliver the final blow!"
A fierce glint flashed in Galon's eyes. He drew his greatsword, pointed it in the direction of Ironborn, and shouted.
"The enemy retreats again, launch a full-scale attack!"
"Slaughter all of these Ironborn!"
"For the North!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Galon led his most elite Glover soldiers out of the spear formation.
With Garon's shouts, the horns of the Northern counterattack began to sound.
The armies of the major vassals, such as Umber, White Harbor, and Hornwood, immediately followed, and even Little Flayer led the remnants of Bolton's army to join the charge.
In the midst of the fog, quite a few Ironborn began to panic.
But soon, Victarion, instead of being surprised, was delighted and raised his giant axe, shouting just as fiercely.
"Kill all those rats in the North!"
He brandished his giant axe and charged into battle.
The Ironborn roared behind them, colliding with Galon's army like a black tide.
Galon brandished his greatsword and charged ahead.
As he hacked and slashed at Ironborn, his eyes were fixed on the figure among the enemy troops who resembled a black reef— Victarion Greyjoy!
Coincidentally, Victarion's gaze also fell upon Galon, whose red eyes blazed like flames.
Their eyes met, and there was no room for anyone else in their gazes.
" Victarion, your journey as captain ends here!"
" Bear Slayer, I'll use your head to consecrate my axe!"
Vistarion, seeing an opportunity, abandoned his crew and strode towards Garon.
Galon, not to be outdone, casually killed another Ironborn and charged toward Victarion.
In a very short moment.
The two men brandished their weapons and fought, laughing as they battled.