Skyrim System In Westeros

As soon as the sun rose the next day, the army began its march towards Pike. The distance from Lordsport to Pike was about a three-hour journey, and they arrived at the castle's outskirts just before noon. After a brief meal and rest, the army began to form up outside the city walls in preparation for the siege.

This attack on the castle would be led by infantry. Pike Island's terrain was rough and uneven, with jagged rocks scattered everywhere, making cavalry and ships impractical. As such, cavalry was never considered, and only Robert, Stark, a few messengers, Jaime Lannister, Barristan, Renly, and a handful of Kingsguard were on horseback, stationed around the two brothers to maintain vigilance. A military scribe stood by, taking notes of the battlefield situation.

Pike Castle was built atop a cliff, with only one side protected by a wall. The other three sides were steep cliffs, constantly battered by crashing waves from the sea. There was little concern about the enemy scaling the heights.

The attacking formation was already in place. Due to the need to maintain a safe distance from the walls to avoid enemy archers, the army had been split into hundreds of small units across the uneven terrain. The armored landing forces took the front, their armor and weapons uniform and imposing, meant to intimidate the enemy. The navy and sailors, though regular soldiers, wore no armor and stood behind in the second line. At the rear, the boatmen and laborers were simply filling out the ranks.

Wright, as before, stood alone at the front of the army. With a sword in hand and dressed in noble robes, he stood apart from the rest of the army, giving the impression of a lone diplomat more than a warrior.

Siege warfare was always difficult for the attackers. Even with the clear advantage, minimizing casualties was essential, especially on the Iron Islands, where supplies were entirely reliant on ships. A failed siege would make organizing another attack a challenging task, so the army waited patiently for the dew on the walls to dry under the midday sun.

Finally, as the sun reached its peak, the signal horn for the first assault sounded, its sharp blast signaling the attack's commencement.

This was Wright's first time standing on a battlefield in two lifetimes.

In his past life, he had watched many ancient war films, feeling the excitement, passion, and heroism, but standing here now, he could feel the fear, anxiety, and the mix of emotions from both sides. This was the true essence of a battlefield.

After almost four years of research, Wright had not yet created equipment to reduce magic consumption, relying solely on the magical energy stored within his body to cast spells. Today, even if he exhausted all his magic, he was determined to show the world the power of High Valyrian magic!

With his sword sheathed at his side, he began walking towards the walls of Pike, drawing the attention of both armies. The defenders on the walls immediately began firing arrows at him.

Wright raised his right hand and cast the Iron Armor spell. Instantly, his body was enveloped in a shimmering silver light, drawing gasps of astonishment from both sides.

Still some distance from the walls, Wright knew he had to get closer. Otherwise, the magical effect would dissipate. He began running at full speed, charging towards the walls. This was the first time he would unleash his full power in real combat. With each step, his superhuman strength allowed him to cover more ground than an ordinary man. As arrows flew towards him, Wright raised his hand and summoned a magical barrier. The light, pale shield appeared in front of him like a solid wall, blocking or deflecting the arrows that struck it, sending them falling harmlessly to the ground.

Seeing Wright boldly charging towards the enemy's castle with his magical shield raised, the morale of the soldiers behind him surged. The entire army raised their weapons and roared, cheering Wright on.

When Wright reached about 20 meters from the wall, he stopped and raised two magical shields, one on each side, to protect his body. Facing the gaps in his shields, he gathered his magical power, took a deep breath, and roared:

"Fus Ro Dah!"

The friendly troops in the rear saw Wright stop before the wall, then heard three strange words shouted from his mouth. The sound was deafening, echoing across the battlefield. The force of his roar carried with it a ripple of magic, reverberating throughout the open space, and even the sky seemed to echo it. Everyone felt their hearts skip a beat, paralyzed by the intensity of the sound.

The defenders on the wall had it worse.

They first heard a mighty roar from afar, but when the last word was shouted, the first two words had already reached their ears. The initial blast was loud, but not too alarming.

However, when the third word, "Dah", was bellowed, a visible wave of force shot from Wright's mouth, crashing into the walls. The wave, a combination of magic and sound, started small but grew larger as it moved towards the castle. By the time it reached the wall, the ripple had expanded to nearly five meters in width.

The impact was devastating. The wall shattered, leaving a massive gap nearly five meters wide. The defenders on the wall were torn apart, their bodies reduced to bloody chunks, fragments of stone and flesh flying through the air. Some debris even soared dozens of meters high. The shockwave, combined with smoke and dust, surged into the city, destroying several buildings and causing even distant defenders to bleed from their ears, noses, and mouths.

The accompanying maester quickly took to their pens, furiously documenting the event. Many of them had long dismissed magic, thinking it was nothing more than a parlor trick, despite having seeing a certain alie capable of lighting a sword on fire. But what Wright had just done — shattering the castle wall with a single magic attack — was true magic, and it shattered their previous misconceptions. The scholars were ecstatic, eager to record this historic moment.

For Wright, this was the first time he had used the spell in battle. He had read in ancient books that the dragons' descendants had once used such power to breach fortresses. When practicing, he had always targeted empty air, but the more he understood the incantation, the stronger the magic became. Seeing the result now, the amount of magic energy spent, nearly half of his reserves, felt well worth it.

The scene atop the wall was chaos. Some soldiers were crushed by falling stones, others were bleeding from their orifices, writhing in pain. On the friendly side, many were still in shock, still processing the immense roar that had just shaken the battlefield.

Wright drew his sword from his waist, raising it high and sweeping it in a wide arc before pointing the blade directly at the gap in the wall.

Robert, seeing this, gave the order. A long, resounding horn blast rang out across the battlefield—an unmistakable call for the charge.

Wright's magical attack had utterly shattered the defenders morale. With their arrows useless and the wall breached by a single roar, the defenders began fleeing towards the inner city.

Once the royal army recovered from the shock, their morale soared to its peak. Screaming and charging recklessly towards the castle, especially those from the North, the first to reach the base of the wall was Jorah Mormont, Lord of Bear Island.

The number of troops for this assault was the largest, and originally, according to the plan, the fleet from the Bay of Crabs was to land and join the assault, bringing additional soldiers. However, due to Wright's actions, the attack was moved forward, and they were still on their way by sea.

Protected by his magic shield, Wright held his sword in his right hand while cutting down fleeing soldiers at the base of the wall. Not only did he have magic at his disposal, but the game system had also granted him combat skills focused on close-quarters battle, and his physical attributes far exceeded those of an average adult.

Though surrounded, the soldiers retreating were mostly defeated in spirit. Their morale had shattered, and many were more eager to run back into the inner city than face Wright. As soon as Jorah reached the gap in the wall, he saw Wright, a young boy, relentlessly chasing down and slaying the retreating soldiers.

Wright remained near the breach, fighting off the soldiers while waiting for reinforcements. He dared not venture too deep into the enemy's ranks, wary of inadvertently cornering the retreating soldiers, who might rally together in a desperate counterattack. Seeing a large man in northern armor, adorned with the black bear sigil, arriving with a group of soldiers, Wright immediately shouted:

"Jorah, follow me!"

Jorah, along with several of his family members, quickly joined Wright as they pushed deeper into the city, cutting down enemies in their path.

The previous day, the two had met in Robert's tent, where Jorah had dismissed Wright as a mere opportunist, someone seeking glory without truly earning it. But after witnessing Wright's incredible feat of destroying a section of the stone wall with a magical wave, Jorah realized that Wright was far more than he had assumed. He had simply refrained from using his power on the weak forces at Lordsport. Now, one roar from him had shaken the entire battlefield, and it seemed capable of tearing apart streets.

With the northern troops now flooding through the breach, they quickly finished off any defenders who had failed to retreat to the inner city. The outer city was taken, and Wright and Jorah led several hundred soldiers towards the inner city gates.

The soldiers that followed continued to dispatch fallen defenders, stabbing unarmored men in the heart or decapitating those in armor. Some were gravely wounded but still alive, so they were sent on their way—there was also fear of the wounded suddenly rising and fighting back.

The inner city was more treacherous. The castle and the outer city were connected only by an iron suspension bridge, which swayed dangerously above a sheer cliff and the ocean below. At the end of the bridge stood a closed wooden gate, and two towers flanked the castle above.

The bridge was too narrow to allow more than two people to cross side by side, and the constant swaying meant that each person had to hold on for balance. This made them easy targets for archers in the towers, and several soldiers who had tried to rush ahead to gain glory had already been shot down. The remaining soldiers could only watch helplessly as their comrades fell off the bridge, the waves below churning violently, making it unlikely that even their bodies would ever be recovered.