Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"drink!"

All the Dornish soldiers, dressed in sand-yellow uniforms, responded in unison, raising their spears in preparation for battle.

"Oooooooo-"

Then, the endless ghouls let out a sharp howl and crashed headlong into the Dornish spear formation.

Puff puff--

The putrid blood, reeking of foul odor, spurted out, and instantly the sound of metal piercing flesh filled the air, like skewering candied hawthorns, one after another, without any fear.

The ghouls let out frenzied howls, charging forward despite the spear barrage to tear apart the fragrant humans.

"withstand!"

Dorne's army was instantly under immense pressure.

Fortunately, even though the human alliance might scheme against each other, they wouldn't put the Dorne family under pressure during such a critical moment on the battlefield.

Instantly, the commands issued by the commanders on the battlefield rang out simultaneously from all sides.

"Western border soldiers!"

Earl Lefred roared.

"Obey my orders!"

...

"Storm Land!"

...

"Flowing City!"

...

"Sons of the North!"

"Charge with me!"

...

"kill!!!"

The battle cries were like thunder, and the two sides began close combat.

Although the human legion endured immense psychological and physical pressure in a short period of time, its morale remained unstoppable.

Even under immense pressure, they displayed astonishing resistance, temporarily repelling the army of hundreds of thousands of undead.

The two sides, totaling hundreds of thousands of people, were running, crowding, and fighting on this land, and even the stones on the ground were trembling slightly.

And on the city walls of the human alliance.

wow-

The colorful flags, representing the various families of the seven kingdoms, fluttered in the raging wind and snow, standing firm.

The Night King's appearance seemed to affect the surrounding weather; the wind and snow became even more violent, and it was almost impossible to see things a little further away with the naked eye.

Strangely, behind the Great Wall and the Allied forces, the wind and water were calm, as if the Great Wall had isolated the blizzard.

This massive and magnificent Great Wall stands tall on the earth, silently protecting all humankind.

Humanity has assembled the most powerful army in history, while the White Walkers have been biding their time for thousands of years, waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the peak of the demonic resurgence.

They are the natural enemies of all mankind; they feel no pain and no fear.

Because they are dead, they bite and fight on instinct. Some even retain some skills from their previous lives and can use weapons skillfully. Moreover, the number of ghouls can increase as they fight.

There is an old legend in the North that the White Walkers were actually created by the Children of the Forest to deal with humans who recklessly cut down weirwood trees.

However, the White Walkers grew stronger and stronger, gradually breaking free from the control of the Children of the Forest, and instead becoming the number one enemy of both humans and the Children of the Forest.

The First Men made a pact with the Children of the Forest to resist the invasion of the Others and drove them to the land of eternal winter in the far north.

However, this is just a rumor, and no one knows whether it is true or not.

Viserys had mentioned the rumor before, and no one knew where he had heard it from, while Melisandre denied it.

She believed that the White Walkers were servants of the ancient Outer Gods, who represented cold, darkness, and death and were the eternal enemies of R'hllor, the Lord of Light.

"You guys did a great job!"

Randy Tarly, commanding the Reach soldiers, stood atop the city wall, his body stained with blood. He exhaled a breath of stale air as his chest heaved, then spoke loudly and clearly.

"The enemy is nothing but a bunch of mindless dead men! Stupid pigs! We can kill them while they're alive, and we can kill them again after they're dead!"

The seasoned general of the River Bend was very good at commanding battles, mobilizing the soldiers' morale, and boosting their spirits.

The undead in these legions of the dead were no strangers to the allied forces composed of soldiers from the seven nations.

Although they were dead, most of them were still wearing the clothes they wore in life, and the tattered clothes and equipment still vaguely showed traces of wild men.

The reason why the Undead Legion has such a large number of members is largely due to contributions from the Savages.

The land beyond the Great Wall is vast and inhabited by hundreds of tribes. Even Mans Red could not unify all the savage tribes.

Many tribes were still unwilling to obey his orders, and even less did they follow Mance Red to attack the Wall.

These people did not leave their homes, and when the White Walkers marched south, they became fresh blood for the army of the dead, turning into fresh wights and causing trouble for humanity.

His Majesty the King once had an opportunity to reconcile with the wildlings and unite all mankind to fight the White Walkers, but he missed it...

The river bend place name will boost the soldiers' morale, but thinking of the identities of these people in their previous lives, he can't help but drift off for a second.

He didn't know if King Robert would regret it, since there was indeed a better solution at that time.

Even after capturing that so-called King of the Frontier...

But King Robert burned him to death.

Just as Randy Tarly was momentarily distracted, a sudden change occurred on the battlefield ahead.

Chapter 334 Nightmare Descends

After the human alliance displayed remarkable resilience and repelled the undead army's attack in a short period, their strength eventually waned, and their momentum waned.

After all, humans are complex animals and cannot be expressed in a simple way.

At the beginning, I was filled with passion and felt that I was carrying honor, responsibility, and faith on my shoulders. I was fighting for the country, my wife and children, for those who could not fight, and for the faith of the Seven Gods, to uphold the glory of the gods and dispel the darkness.

However, reality is cold and harsh. After the initial burst of energy is gradually washed away by the dripping blood, what follows is a painful awakening.

The soldiers of the Seven Nations Alliance gripped their gun barrels and sword hilts tightly, their palms sweating profusely. Their breathing grew heavy, and their hearts pounded.

They watched helplessly as one after another, hideous White Walkers lunged at them, their teeth bared and claws outstretched, with bits of their comrades' hair and flesh still stuck in the gaps between their teeth.

Ultimately, an emotional breakdown is inevitable.

"what--"

Some soldiers couldn't withstand the psychological pressure and suddenly broke down, screaming in terror as they threw down their weapons and fled.

However, with all the best commanders from the seven kingdoms gathered here, they had naturally anticipated this situation.

The fully armed supervisory team stepped forward. They were armed to the teeth and, wielding longswords, directly cut down those who threw down their weapons and tried to desert.

"Defectors on the battlefield, die!"

Lord Anders Erenwood, holding a blood-stained longsword, shouted menacingly.

"The men of Dorne have no fear of battle!"

However, at this moment...

distance.

The Night King, wearing an icy crown, rode on an ordinary skeletal horse.

Other White Walkers who obeyed his commands rode ice spiders, or dead direwolves and polar bears.

Some even rode on half-rotten mammoths, their heavy steps carrying them as they charged toward the distant human army.

However, only he and a few other White Walkers rode an ordinary skeletal horse.

Perhaps he hasn't found a suitable mount yet.

The Night King's eyes burned with icy blue flames as he surveyed the entire battlefield with a calm gaze.

The flames in his eyes flickered gently, seemingly without any change.

"Hey—"

Then he uttered obscure and incomprehensible words.

Clang——

Then he drew a long sword from his waist that was as clear as crystal, reflecting a faint rainbow of light in the wind and snow.

The icy longsword pierced through the raging wind and snow, pointing straight into the distance, and once again emitted a piercing sound, as if the ice surface were cracking.

"Roar!"

They received the Night King's order.

The legion of the dead roared once again in unison.

"Ouch!"

Then it let out a sharp howl and charged even more ferociously towards the human soldiers, wanting to tear all the living things in front of it to shreds.

"not good."

"hold onto!"

The pressure on the allied lines instantly became even greater, as the ghouls surged forward desperately, with human soldiers and ghouls pressed together.

ka ka ka-

The spear was broken in two by the swarming ghouls with their hands and teeth.

He couldn't even draw the sword at his waist before being tackled to the ground, and for a moment the front line even showed signs of collapse.

"withstand!"