Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT

Chapter 32 - Adventures in the North 29.

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Third Person POV
Northern Kingdom, Last Bastion against Essosian Slavers, 290 AC, at the same moment.
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"Look at the soldiers on the walls, raise your bows to 90 degrees!" Ducken thundered, and the giants aimed their arrows at those angles. They did not use the full power of the bows because Jon did not want to attract more attention. A distance of 150 meters could be shot by giants at an almost right angle, but this would make more nobles covet his group, something Jon wanted to avoid.

"Fire!" Ducken shouted, and 5 bows made a shrill sound throughout the small army. The arrows flew at an abnormal speed, lifting and beginning to fall with the weight of the liquid hanging from the arrows. This not only caught the northern army by surprise but also stunned the people in the fort with that sound.

The shrill sound of the arrows cutting through the air reverberated across the battlefield, and the tension reached its peak when the five arrows fired by the giants hit the fort's gate. A distant crack was followed by a series of booms that echoed like thunder, reverberating off the walls and reaching the attentive ears of everyone.

*Crack*

*Crack*

*Crack*

*Crack*

*Crack*

The arrows, laden with the mysterious green liquid of wildfire, hit their target, and the result was immediate. The chemical liquid began to spread, forming intricate patterns on the walls of the fort. The bright green reflected in the astonished eyes of the soldiers who watched the spectacle, not fully understanding what was unfolding before them.

"Jon, what is that?" His father, still incredulous, sought to understand his son's fanciful strategy.

"Ducken, blow up that gate," Jon ordered, and his friend nodded.

"Fire arrow! Prepare to shoot!" Ducken thundered, and Wallyk prepared a new arrow with oil, setting it on fire.

"Fire!" Wallyk launched the arrow as soon as Ducken gave the order. The arrow cut through the air until it hit the liquid at the entrance of the fort, and the fire began to spread rapidly until it finally exploded.

Then, as if hell itself was unleashing, an explosion of unimaginable intensity tore through the air. A deafening roar of flames mixed with the rumble of the detonation echoed around, shaking even the solid foundations of the fort. The sudden and blinding flash lit up the daytime sky as if night had suddenly fallen.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

The gate, once imposing and impassable, was now just charred debris. The shockwave swept across the field, scattering the dust of the impact and revealing a post-explosion scenario: dancing flames, thick smoke, and the absence where the gate once stood.

The sight was both majestic and terrifying. The wildfire had transformed what was a secure entrance into a chaotic opening. The green liquid continued to burn, voraciously consuming everything in its path. The heat radiated, making the echo of the chaos that Jon and his allies had unleashed on the enemy fort palpable.

Jon, impassive, watched the scene with a determined expression. It was the result of months of preparation, research, and planning. The wildfire, a formidable weapon, had carved a breach in the heart of the fort, paving the way for the battle that would unfold next. The fate of the north now lay in the hands of the warriors who would march through the smoky opening, ready to face whatever they found on the other side.