Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The number of the dead army was growing at a terrifying rate.

"How could this possibly be an enemy that humans could defeat?"

"Perhaps only the king you speak of, who possesses three dragons, can defeat the White Walkers."

The White Walkers are not human, and neither are the dragons.

Let these two extreme monsters, one of ice and one of fire, which can ruthlessly crush and slaughter humanity, perish together... Perhaps this is the best ending for humanity.

...

The savage chief's words stunned the leaders of the mountain clans.

However, in reality, everything he described is unfolding in the border regions.

King Robert defeated a legion of wights, but this did not deter the White Walkers; it was merely a drop in the ocean for them.

A few days later.

Beyond the Great Wall, in dire straits.

In the Ghost Forest, a vast, dark mass of ghostly figures began to stir.

Are these... all dead?

The soldiers standing on the watchtower at the top of the Great Wall braved the swirling snow and howling wind, feeling a chill run down their spines.

Then finally, the warning horn sounded.

woo-

In an instant, the silent sky resounded with the sound of horns.

With hundreds of thousands of wights pressing in, a dozen White Walkers appeared side by side at the forefront of the army of the dead.

The leader of the White Walkers was clad in heavy, frozen armor, and his bald head seemed to be crowned with ice.

A pair of deep blue eyes burned with a cold flame.

He raised his head and looked up at the top of the Wall of Despair.

Chapter 331 Spear Throwing

And at the top of the Great Wall.

Robert Baratheon, the leader of the human alliance and king of the Seven Kingdoms, stood in the white snowstorm, holding Stormbreaker in his hand, his eyes shining brightly as he looked down at the endless sea of ​​wights.

He saw the White Walker riding a skeletal horse, the leader of all the White Walkers, the commander of the army of the dead, the King of Night.

"The Night King..."

"Is that his name?"

"Ed!"

Robert Baratheon held his warhammer, the cold wind howling in his ears, and everywhere he looked was a vast expanse of white snow, making it almost impossible to open his eyes. He then turned his head slightly and asked Eddard Stark, who was standing beside him.

The last time he borrowed the Valyrian steel greatsword 'Ice', a family heirloom of the Stark family, he killed a White Walker. Now he has returned the divine weapon to Eddard.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"He must be the Night King!"

The middle-aged man with long, dark brown hair also stood on the Wall, looking down at the White Walker wearing an ice crown. He took a deep breath and then spoke loudly.

The snowstorm was so intense that it was difficult for the two of them to even speak; they had to raise their voices and shout.

The endless, dark mass of dead men below also placed immense psychological pressure on the Duke of Winterfell.

Although he appeared calm on the surface, the man's palms were even sweating.

On the human side, the leader of the White Walkers is given the title of 'Night King'.

Because of the long night that enveloped Westeros during the White Walkers' attack eight thousand years ago, the leader of the White Walkers may not even know that he has earned the title of 'Lord of the Night' among humans.

And that was also thousands of years ago.

After the first attack by the White Walkers, the thirteenth Lord Commander of the Night's Watch also called himself the Night King.

There are many theories about his origins, such as the Bolton family, the Magna family, the Umber family, the Flint family of the Mountain Tribe, the Nott family, the Woodford family, and so on.

Of course, there is also a more widespread theory that the commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch was a member of House Stark and the 'King in the North' who later defeated him was his brother.

He proclaimed himself the 'Night King' and led the Night's Watch to independence, appointing a woman who was suspected to be a White Walker as his queen.

Although both are called Night Kings, there seems to be no necessary connection between them.

However, this is a story from ancient times, and no one except the people of that era knows its secrets.

It's not impossible that the two people are the same person.

After all, people don't even understand the meaning of the White Walkers' existence.

"Humph--"

"That bastard, I'm going to smash his head in with my own hands!"

Robert Baratheon snorted and spoke.

"Disturbing the rest of the dead is the most intolerable sin. By the Seven Gods, how dare that damned Night King control so many corpses? Why doesn't the impartial and unforgiving Father punish this unrepentant sinner and cast him into the seven depths of hell..."

Robert was rambling on, probably complaining about why the Seven Gods didn't punish and drive away these demons and monsters.

However, the original text is found in the Seven Star Bible.

Demons, ghosts, and spirits cannot harm those who devoutly believe in the Seven Gods; believers, with their faith as armor, can travel the world.

Human life is like a candle in the wind, easily extinguished by a gentle breeze. In this world, death is not far from us; the seven levels of hell await those sinners who have not yet repented.

'All crimes will eventually be forgiven, but first, punishment must be accepted.'

Although Robert frequently uses terms like "the seven layers of hell" or the even more vulgar "son of a bitch," he is a devout man who believes the Seven will stand firmly by his side and help him defeat these evil spirits.

Eddard Stark listened to his good brother cursing and swearing, opening his mouth several times as if he wanted to say something but then stopped himself.

He desperately wanted to tell them that they were now in the North, the territory of the Old Gods, where the Seven Gods' word didn't carry weight...

And since you worship the Seven Gods, the Others must also have their own gods.

However, the Guardian of the North is, after all, a man who upholds honor and is cautious in his words and actions.

He ultimately did not say these words aloud, but merely warned Robert.

"Your Majesty, you must not speak ill of the gods at this time!"

And below.

The King of Night, riding his skeletal horse, raised his head and gazed up at the Wall above. His eyes were sharp, and icy blue flames burned in his empty eye sockets.

He saw two people on the city wall, one of whom wore a golden crown on his head, while the other wore a wolf head medal on his chest.

"Ok?"

The Night King let out a piercing sound, like ice cracking, as if expressing his doubt.

He saw the wolf head medal pinned to Ed's chest, which reminded him of something, and his eyebrowless brows furrowed slightly.

The Night King frowned slightly, and the almost solidified ice mist surrounding him grew even denser.

He then uttered an incomprehensible word and stretched out a hand.

Meanwhile, another White Walker riding a skeletal white bear, as if by telepathy, silently handed a frozen short spear to the Night King.

Although they are also White Walkers, they appear different from the later army of wights who have lost their minds; however, there are also clear hierarchical divisions among the White Walkers.

Including the White Walker killed by Robert, the White Walkers standing behind the Night King now are all of lower rank.

Some rode direwolves, others rode skeletal horses like the Night King, and still others rode the corpses of dead mammoths.

The Night King is clearly their leader.

The man, radiating coldness, gripped the icy short spear handed to him by his subordinate, then turned and looked up at the two figures standing atop the Great Wall.

Robert and Eddard, standing atop the Wall, couldn't see very clearly what was below...

It seems the Night King took a short spear from one of his men.

What does he want to do?

"Could it be that he wanted to throw it up here?"

Robert Baratheon, wielding Stormbreaker, spoke with a hint of doubt in his voice.

But at the same time, a bad premonition suddenly welled up in his heart, for the Great Wall was a full seven hundred feet high...

However, Robert had not yet finished speaking.

next second.

whoosh-

The Night King looked up at the two men on the Wall, especially Eddard Stark standing next to Robert.

Blue flames danced in his eyes, and then he raised his hand and hurled the frozen short spear in his hand.

The short spear emitted a sharp, piercing whistle that could be heard from a great distance. It tore through the white snow and flew swiftly toward Eddard Stark's chest.

Although the two men on the Great Wall are now in high positions and no longer need to be physically present, they were both excellent warriors back then, so their reaction speed was naturally extremely fast.

"not good!"

His Majesty the King and the Warden of the North both changed their expressions.

Chapter 332 The White Walkers Siege

"Be careful, Your Majesty!"

Ed reacted quickly; the dark brown-haired man abruptly shoved Robert aside.

He never imagined that the Night King's first target would be him, rather than the human king beside him.

However, Ed didn't just stand there foolishly waiting to die after pushing Robert away; he also threw himself to the ground.

boom--