Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

However, just as Ed landed on the ground and his cheek touched the cold snowflakes, he heard a loud bang behind him.

The Night King's hurled spear, like a cruise missile, blew off the snow shelter that had been above their heads, sending them soaring into the sky before they fell freely behind the Wall.

Holy crap!

King Robert, shoved aside by his good brother, lay on the ground, still somewhat shaken, his eyes wide like copper bells, his mouth full of snow.

"Seven levels of hell! This...this is fucking—"

Robert was stunned for a moment, not even knowing what to say, watching helplessly as the snow shelter that had been above him was blasted into the air and then fell back down.

Meanwhile, not far away, Barristan Selmy, captain of the Kingsguard, was guarding the crane.

He needed to ensure that His Majesty the King could leave the top of the Wall safely, without overhearing His Majesty the King's conversation with Duke Eddard.

However, the sudden change startled the white-haired old knight; the ballistae had come up.

"His Majesty!"

Sir Barristan then rushed over, trying to help the king he served to his feet.

"What the hell is this monster?!"

Before he could even help him up, he heard His Majesty the King shout a loud curse.

Hearing the king still cursing with such vigor even while lying on the ground, Barristan breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Then the big, fat man got up from the ground and patted the snow off his body.

The spear missed, and he was unharmed, so he didn't need anyone's help.

Even so, Robert was still somewhat shaken, as it had almost shattered his worldview.

His Majesty the King is bold and resourceful; he even just made a bold statement that he would smash this damned Night King to death with a single blow.

However, at that time he never imagined that the leader of the White Walkers would be so outrageous...

Is this some kind of monster that any human could possibly handle?

He could throw a spear by hand as if it were a crossbow, and he even suspected that it was more powerful than a crossbow.

"He...want to kill me?"

Eddard Stark, who had just rescued the king, was still lying in the snow, not yet getting up. He was also somewhat shaken, and for some reason, this thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

However, his chest heaved as he gasped for breath, and he lay in the snow for a moment, lost in thought.

"It probably just... went astray, right?"

The Duke of Winterfell then shook his head to dispel the random thoughts in his mind and got up from the ground.

...

And below.

The Night King, crowned with ice, looked up and saw the 'Frozen Wolf' that he had just failed to kill. His furrowed brows relaxed slightly, but he didn't say anything more.

To him, mortals were as insignificant as ants.

Unless these human ancestors are resurrected and use magic to stop their own progress, it is impossible for these people alone to stop the cold from engulfing the entire world.

The Night King didn't care that he hadn't killed the Stark in the process. Then, he withdrew his gaze, which was burning with cold flames, and looked back at the gap in the collapsed Wall.

The Great Wall was originally the strongest obstacle to his progress, and he had been waiting for the right opportunity, but he never expected that it would collapse on its own due to internal strife among humans.

The Night King then remained silent, merely waving his hand.

"Roar--"

next second.

The endless expanse of countless ghouls simultaneously unleashed a deafening, terrifying roar that pierced the clouds and caused the snow on the city walls to tremble slightly.

The dozen or so White Walkers following behind him also charged forward on their mounts, leading the ice spiders and the sea of ​​corpses toward the makeshift walls that humans had erected in an attempt to stop the cold.

Now that the Great Wall has collapsed and the magical barrier has cracked, it will no longer hinder him, and the humans who stand in his way are even more vulnerable.

The Night King was no longer going to drag things out. He waved his hand, signaling to these ignorant mortals to embrace darkness and death.

However, it was clear that these mortals did not want to obey the Night King's orders and willingly die.

"Everyone!"

"Prepare to meet the enemy!"

Lord Randy Tarly, head of the Tarly family from the Reach, suddenly drew his sword, Heartbreaker, from his waist.

The Valyrian steel sword reflected light in the dim sunlight.

The bald man had a serious face and a short, stiff beard. He was regarded as one of the best commanders in the seven kingdoms and possessed an iron will.

The Tali family's motto is also "fighting on the battlefield," and they never forget the way of bravery from generation to generation.

Randy Tarly, his entire body encased in steel, shouted commands as he directed his soldiers to organize their defenses and simultaneously dispel the fear in everyone's hearts...

Including himself.

"There's nothing to be afraid of in the White Walkers!"

"Our King Robert killed one of them with his own hands not long ago!"

Randy Tarly shouted to boost morale, his eyes fixed intently on the sea of ​​corpses surging toward the battlements with deafening roars.

Although he said there was nothing to be afraid of, his face showed no sign of relief; instead, it was grave.

He had previously strongly opposed His Majesty the King's plan to snipe the Dead Legion at the Great Wall.

"A well-maintained city wall is the best barrier, but once a breach appears, the enemy will seize the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, ultimately leading to a complete rout."

He believed that they should retreat to Winterfell to disperse the enemy's forces, while simultaneously implementing a scorched-earth policy, driving all the people of the North south to prevent the Dead Legion from being replenished.

An excellent commander can devise a reasonable countermeasure in the shortest amount of time, no matter what kind of enemy he faces.

However, King Robert, who had just gained confidence, did not heed Randyll Tarly's advice.

He insisted that the Wall was the best place to stop the White Walkers, and that he would fight them to the death there.

Robert's point of view wasn't wrong either. After all, releasing the White Walkers into the North would have resulted in enormous responsibility if it failed. Both of their ideas simply had their own advantages and disadvantages.

However, the difference between the two is that His Majesty the King's orders are absolute.

Randy Tarly was not Stannis, who could not confront His Majesty the King and could only kneel and obey His Majesty the King's orders.

He is now in charge of commanding the battle from the city wall.

"Relax! Guys!"

Randy Tarly stood atop the battlements, his family's legendary weapon, Heartbreaker, in hand, determined to lead the charge and boost morale.

"Prepare to meet the enemy!"

"Raise your shields!"

wow-

Countless shields were raised.

"Spear formation!"

"Archers! Ready!"

"Hurry up!"

creak—

The sound of bowstrings being drawn echoed in unison from the battlements. All the arrows were coated with oil and then lit on the fire, burning brightly.

"Fire arrows!"

Then, with a command from Count Tali.

Countless flaming arrows, trailing black smoke, flew into the sky, forming a sea of ​​fire, before falling down in unison.

Burn them!

Chapter 333 The Great War Between Humans and Ghosts

The Great Wall in the remote wilderness, at the end of the world.

The great war between humans and the White Walkers truly began at this point.

Humanity has assembled the most powerful army in the history of the entire continent—

"Knight of the Valley!"

"Obey my orders!"

Commanding the Valley Knights was Earl Jon Royce of Runestone City. He was a tall man, riding a magnificent warhorse, his face etched with wrinkles, and he shouted loudly.

He was dressed in his family's bronze armor, holding the reins with one hand. His warhorse paced restlessly on the ground, looking eager to go, and white mist spewed from its large nostrils.

"Everyone! Prepare to charge!"

The Earl of Runestone's voice boomed like thunder as he watched the approaching army of ghouls in the distance. Finally, he drew his sword from his waist and pointed it straight at the sky.

"kill!"

"Kill all these scum!"

Rumbling--

Then the Valley Knights, their momentum unstoppable, pounded the thick snow on their horses' hooves, exhaling white mist from their mouths.

The faces of the Valley Knights beneath their armor showed no fear; their eyes were resolute. They raised their lances and formed a magnificent steel torrent, charging towards the army of ghouls.

Go forward.

On the other side...

Although the Dornish were few in number, they did not back down in the face of the overwhelming White Walkers.

Replacing Prince Doran in response to King Robert's summons was the Prince's right-hand man and Quentin Martell's adoptive father, Anders Elenwood, known in Dorne as the "Blood Prince" and the "Guardian of the Stone Road."

"Dorn!"

Anders, like the other Dornish, was extremely unaccustomed to the harsh weather in the North. He was wrapped in thick clothes, then drew his sword and raised his arm in a shout.