The journey of the film and television world is endless [continued]

At the stake, Melisandre walked up to Mance Rayder. There was a strange light in her eyes, and she smiled and said to Mance Rayder: "Mance Rayder, you are a brave warrior, but unfortunately you chose the wrong path. Now, you will dedicate yourself to the Lord of Light and become his sacrifice."

Mance Rayder slowly raised his head, staring at Melisandre with cold eyes, and raised a slight arc of disdain at the corner of his mouth. He responded in a cold tone: "I am not afraid of death, and I will not be scared by you self-important charlatans. My only belief is freedom!"

Melisandre smiled slightly, but her eyes revealed a subtle admiration. She said softly, "You are still that stubborn guy, but this is your unique charm. Today, I will use your blood as a sacrifice to awaken the great Lord of Light, so that the Lord's will will come to this land and give us light and hope." After that, she reached out and gently stroked Mance Rayder's cheek.

Facing his impending death, Mance Rayder seemed unusually calm. However, at this moment, Melisandre felt an indescribable sense of uneasiness in her heart. She walked quickly to the wooden frame, whispering a mysterious spell. At the same time, her body began to emit a faint red light. The light was like the first ray of sunlight in the morning, warm and soft, but it contained endless power. When she opened her eyes again, the firewood in front of her suddenly burned and a raging fire instantly ignited.

Mance Rayder wailed in the flames, his voice full of pain and despair. He waved his arms, trying to put out the flames on his body, but the fire grew bigger and bigger, completely engulfing him. The wildlings on the opposite side could no longer hold back, and their anger erupted like a volcano. Even Tormund couldn't suppress the leaders now, their eyes flashed with sparks of hatred, and they all jumped over the low wall and rushed towards the enemy.

Stannis stood quietly on the hillside, looking at the battlefield in the distance. His eyes were firm and cold, as if everything was under his control. He said silently: "It seems that they have already started to act, and the time is just right. Davos, give the order to attack!"

Davos nodded, turned around and gave orders. Under his and other generals' command, Stannis' army responded immediately. The infantry, who were ready for battle, quickly moved forward and set up a solid defense line in front. They were holding shields and spears, and were closely arranged together, forming an impenetrable wall. The cavalry quickly moved to the two wings, preparing to attack from the side.

Following the order, rows of soldiers advanced in unison, their steps steady and powerful, with an unstoppable momentum. At the same time, the crossbowmen in the rear began to attack, and then a rain of arrows was shot out from Stannis's army, as dense as locusts passing through the border. The whistling sounds of arrows cutting through the air intertwined, forming a symphony of death. Many wildlings had already fallen on the snow, but these dead companions did not scare the other wildlings, but instead aroused their stronger fighting spirit.

At this moment, a strange scene appeared in the sky. Fireballs streaked across the sky, like meteors falling into the ranks of the savages. Flames burst out in all directions, and many people were instantly ignited, turning into blazing torches and screaming miserably. Some unlucky people were directly hit by the fire meteors and turned into a pool of meat sauce on the spot.

The battlefield was filled with the smell of burning and billowing smoke, which was suffocating. Seeing such a tragic scene, the wildlings in the rear began to retreat, while the wildlings in the front continued to move forward bravely, using their flesh and blood to attack the defense line of Stannis' army. This battle was extremely fierce, and both sides paid a huge price.

Tormund climbed up a ruined tower and looked out to the bay to the west. He was surprised to find that a large number of ships suddenly appeared in the bay. These ships were densely packed in the bay, and the sails were endless, with no end in sight. There were thousands of warships of all sizes, and at this moment, fire bombs and crossbow arrows that covered the sky and the sun were falling towards this side.

However, due to the lack of effective communication, the fleet commander could only order two rounds of missiles to be fired at the barbarians. Although the damage caused by the warship's missiles was actually very limited, it was a serious blow to the barbarians' morale. The cavalry on both wings only used one charge to easily repel the barbarians' offensive.

Stannis did not want to cause too many casualties, so he did not take the opportunity to launch a pursuit, but instead ordered his army to slowly approach the low wall.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the savages climbed over the low wall and were thankful that they had escaped.

At this time, Tormund began to command the leaders to appease the tribes. They did not expect that the army of the southern king would be so difficult to deal with. The battle just now seemed fierce, but in fact it was extremely tragic. However, in fact, the casualties on the wildling side were only four or five hundred.

Tormund, feeling increasingly uneasy, pulled Varamyr over and angrily demanded, "What are you doing? The enemy is already before you, and you are unaware! Go check the surroundings immediately. If you make any more mistakes, I will kill you alive and give you to Chieftain Sty to eat!"

Varamyr looked back and saw Sty, the leader of the Glacier Cannibals, smiling at him, revealing his creepy white teeth. Varamyr felt a chill run down his spine and quickly sat down cross-legged. Soon, his eyes began to roll upwards, as if he had lost consciousness. Then, a gray owl flew off his shoulder and soared into the sky. The owl circled in the air, flying higher and higher, and finally determined its direction and flew north.

Tormund turned around and shouted to the people behind him, "What are you still standing here for? Send out all the aliens immediately! Don't leave any behind. Let them scout the surroundings. I want to know why the enemy appeared in the bay, and what happened in Hardhome!"

Tormund frowned, his heart filled with worry and uneasiness. He knew that the free people were in an unprecedented crisis. They not only needed to deal with external threats, but also had to find a way to solve the problem of food shortage. Although they might be able to defeat Stannis's army, it would not change their predicament. The worst thing was that the enemy fleet appeared in the bay, which undoubtedly put them in a more passive situation.