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Faced with this kind of terrain, the options were limited: either use a trebuchet to attack, or charge forward with shields raised. Pike Castle's gate was small and not very thick, so if one could reach the gate without being killed by arrows, an axe would suffice to break it open.

Wright couldn't afford to wait for them to slowly hack through the gate with their lives at risk. Inside the castle, there was a dangerous figure — Euron Greyjoy. Mysterious and unscrupulous, Euron was a huge threat, one of the few people on Wright's kill list. Even if it meant provoking a formal conflict with the Green Seer, Wright was determined to eliminate him.

Raising his hand, Wright cast two Chain Lightning spells. The lightning struck precisely through the archers' slots in the tower, and with a buzzing roar, the bright white bolts spread among the defending soldiers inside. There was no chance for them to dodge; the group of soldiers was instantly reduced to charred corpses.

Next, Wright cast a Fireball spell, sending it crashing towards the castle gate. The gate, being small and weak, couldn't withstand the force of the fireball. It exploded on impact, reducing the gate to splinters.

"Bear Island warriors, follow me to slaughter the enemy!" Jorah Mormont shouted as he led his kin onto the suspension bridge. A group of warriors charged across the narrow bridge. Wright, shorter than the Northern soldiers, nearly got pushed off the bridge in the chaos. Luckily, a tall female warrior grabbed him and pulled him back.

"Thank you. What's your name?" Wright asked.

"Dacey Mormont."

Wright nodded in acknowledgment, remembering her name. Truthfully, he wasn't concerned about falling; after years of studying magic, he had developed many spells that could deal with such situations.

Raising his hand, Wright cast Magic Hand, a spell that sent a surge of pale energy to grab the castle's parapet. With a pull of magic, Wright was yanked upwards, flying to the top of the tower. This spell not only allowed him to lift objects from a distance, but also, by adjusting his magical circuits, it could pull himself toward the source of the spell.

Dacey Mormont, seeing Wright "fly" up to the parapet, felt that her earlier rescue might have been unnecessary, but she didn't dwell on it. No one had known Wright could do such things.

The castle had many levels. Jorah and his group stormed through the main gate into the hall, while Wright descended from the tower. The rooms in the tower were small, with narrow stairs that prevented the defenders from forming any solid formations. Even with their numbers, they could only engage three or four soldiers at most at any given time.

The Ironborn army consisted mostly of pirates, and they typically didn't wear armor. Wright, with his immense strength and extraordinary reflexes, wielded a magical shield to block attacks and a sword to sever his enemies limbs. He'd strike again, targeting the heart or throat while the enemy was still wounded, swiftly eliminating one foe after another. With the Ironflesh spell protecting him, most blades and swords simply clanged off his body, causing no harm unless a heavy axe was used, capable of cleaving through his defenses. Thus, Wright had no hesitation, charging forward with reckless abandon, cutting down enemies as he moved from the fourth floor to the second, slaying at least forty soldiers in his path. Limbs and heads littered the ground, blood spattering from head to toe, leaving only his eyes untouched by the carnage.

Between the hall and the second floor, there was a well through which one could ascend to the second floor. A second suspension bridge led from the second floor to Pike Castle's second fortress. The entire hall was filled with the clamor of battle, with attackers pouring in and defenders retreating toward the second bridge. However, they hadn't anticipated that Wright would cut off their retreat by descending from the fourth floor to the second, severing their only escape route.

Many of the defenders had already crossed the suspension bridge and retreated to the second fortress, leaving only a few dozen soldiers on the second floor who had not yet managed to escape. Among them was a towering man, nearly two heads taller than the average man. He wielded a massive two-handed axe, donned in heavy armor, and wore a sea monster helmet. He stood guard at the top of the stairs, each swing of his axe cleaving through a Northman soldier, single-handedly holding back the entire assault.

Jorah and his warriors were also in the hall, where chaos reigned as both sides clashed. Wright could not use his lightning spells for fear of hitting his own men, so he relied on fire or ice magic instead.

He impaled one enemy with his sword and immediately dismissed his magic shield. His palm ignited with a burst of flame, conjuring a basic Fireball spell. The fire surged forth, sweeping over his foes. Their hair caught fire, their eyes squinted in agony, and their clothes were quickly consumed by the flames.

The magic-enhanced fire rapidly scorched their flesh, and though they did not die instantly, they were rendered incapable of fighting. Their sight blinded by smoke, they screamed in terror and stumbled about, some struck down by Wright's sword, others falling off the stairs, only to be killed by the Northmen below. Within half a minute, only three defenders remained alive. The hall was filled with the smell of roasting flesh.

The towering warrior, clad in full armor, was not affected by Wright's magic. His armor could not be set alight, and his battle-hardened experience showed as he pressed on, despite the heat of his armor. Shielding his eyes with one arm, he charged at Wright, raising his massive axe high. The weapon swung down with immense force, aimed directly at Wright's head.

Wright couldn't help but admire the towering warrior. In such a short amount of time, the man had the sense to shield his eyes and attempt a close-quarters assault. But Wright was certain the giant hadn't seen him outside the castle, where he wasn't limited to just fire magic.

Dodging the warrior's strike, Wright quickly stepped back and cast Ice Storm. The cold gust, mixed with ice shards, struck the giant's body. His overheated armor was instantly chilled, emitting clouds of steam. Blinded by the mist, the giant swung his axe wildly, trying to strike in the direction of the freezing wind. Initially, the coolness felt pleasant to him, but he quickly realized it was too cold to ignore. With his vision gone, he relied on instinct, swinging his weapon.

Wright observed the giant's condition, seeing the burn marks from the fire and the chilling effects of the ice magic. As the ice magic distorted his vision, Wright didn't react in time, and the giant's axe almost struck his neck. With superhuman strength, Wright twisted his torso to dodge the blow. He immediately dropped his sword and shifted to dual-wielding magic, casting the same spell with both hands. While this would drain his mana faster, the power of the magic would be much stronger.

The giant felt the temperature drop drastically, his body freezing in place within two breaths. Ice crystals formed across his body, and his brain struggled to function, unable to resist the magic. He had become a lifeless, frozen statue.

Down in the hall, Jorah and his warriors had slain the last of the defenders and reached the second floor. They had witnessed Wright earlier, engulfing a group of enemies in flames with his hand. Now, they saw him freeze the most powerful of the defenders into an ice sculpture. One of the men, whose sword was still burning, glanced between Wright and his own blade, seemingly lost in thought.

Wright leaned on his waist, breathing heavily to catch his breath.

"That was close," he murmured to himself. "In training, everyone pulls their punches. But on the battlefield, every strike aims for the vital points. If it's not kill or be killed, you've got to be careful. I got cocky, thinking I was invincible in sparring. This time, I almost paid for it with my life. I'll have to reflect on this... So many great figures fell because of underestimating their opponents."

Jorah walked over to the ice sculpture, the surrounding mist signaling the intense cold. He didn't touch it but recognized the figure trapped within the ice.

"His face is burned, but I recognize his armor and build. This is Victarion Greyjoy. I saw him in Lannisport two years ago. He's the younger brother of Balon Greyjoy."

"Turns out he's a big squid," Wright muttered as he rubbed his sore back. "You all continue attacking, I'll rest for a bit."

Jorah glanced at Wright, noticing the blood-soaked state of his clothes, the scorched bodies scattered around, and the massive ice sculpture. He assumed Wright was simply exhausted and nodded, raising his sword to signal the troops to continue their assault on the second fortress.