Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"withstand!"

"Everyone! Do not retreat!"

Meanwhile, the commander of the human alliance also began to shout loudly.

They shouted at the top of their lungs, hoping to boost the morale of the soldiers.

We must not back down at this moment, or it will be utterly disastrous.

"No backing up!"

"Those who retreat shall die!"

Meanwhile, Lord Anders Erenwood, the Blood Noble of Dorne, wielding a longsword, led his detachment in continuing to slaughter deserters.

They were ordered to face the enemy instead of abandoning their comrades and fleeing.

puff--

The strong Dornish nobleman once again beheaded a Dornish deserter.

Although they were all Dornish and had traveled thousands of miles to the ends of the earth, Anders showed no mercy when it came to killing.

He knew that at this critical moment, if he hesitated and failed to deter the soldiers, a catastrophic avalanche might ensue.

When the battle lines collapsed, even he would have no choice but to climb onto a horse and escape.

Call ~

Call ~

Anders' chest heaved, he was breathing heavily, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

Can we win?

His mind wandered for a moment.

And at this time.

Snapped--

He suddenly felt an itch on his ankle, as if something was gripping his boot.

"Ok?"

The Dornish nobleman, holding his blood-stained longsword, lowered his head slightly and then saw the first deserter he had killed.

He's already dead.

The bodies were even covered by a thick layer of snow in the blizzard and disappeared.

However, to everyone's surprise, his body, now covered in congealed blood, crawled out of the snowdrift.

His eyes had turned a deep blue at some point, blood was flowing from his mouth, and he was emitting meaningless howls.

A hand gripped his ankle tightly, and he crawled forward, letting out a sharp howl.

He then raised the dagger he had gripped tightly in his hand before his death and plunged it viciously into Earl Erenwood's boot.

"Oops!"

Anders Erenwood's expression changed drastically; he instantly realized that something terrible had happened!

Then a sharp pain swept over him instantly, causing him to let out a wail.

"what--"

Blood stained the white snow.

...

"Tell Lord Jon Umber to lead the reserves to reinforce the Dornish!"

The man with long, dark brown hair surveyed the battlefield before him with a serious expression.

He then turned to the messenger beside him and said.

Something seemed to have suddenly happened on the Dorne front; he thought he saw Lord Anders Erenwood fall down.

Eddard quickly ordered Jon Amber, the Earl of Hearthglen who was preparing to reinforce from the rear, to step forward and hold the line.

Although a coalition of seven nations, under the king's command, supported the North, ultimately it was the people of the North who were most anxious about the White Walker invasion.

Excluding the North, the coalition forces numbered 60,000, with the North alone contributing 30,000, almost its entire force.

All the nobles spared no expense in sending out all the soldiers in their territories, while also constantly forcibly conscripting able-bodied men into the army.

This is a matter of life and death for the North.

"Yes, my lord!"

Upon hearing Eddard Stark's order, the messenger knew the situation was urgent and hurriedly ran down to relay it.

However, soon not only on the Dorne front, but also on other fronts, riots broke out to varying degrees.

"this…"

"What exactly happened?"

Eddard Stark frowned.

He suddenly felt uneasy and hurriedly mobilized soldiers to continue filling the holes.

Chapter 335 Shura Field

This is the rear of the coalition front.

King Robert and Duke Eddard, who had recently been scouting enemy positions on the Wall, had already descended from the wall by crane and were now in the rear, overseeing the overall situation and personally directing the battle.

This time, Robert didn't lead the charge with his warhammer, perhaps because the Night King's sudden attack had emboldened him.

However, this is not because Robert was cowardly.

After all, he was still human, while the Night King was an anomaly who transcended mortals. He might not have reached the level of a god yet, but he was probably not far off.

Even with his current strength, Viserys would find it difficult to fight the Night King one-on-one.

of course.

If you include Bellerion, that's a different story. After all, Viserys wouldn't mind bringing along three dragons for a real man's battle one-on-one.

However, the situation has become precarious for the allied forces after the Night King intervened.

Looking down from where Robert and Eddard stood, it wasn't just Dorne; the human alliance, with its various family banners fluttering, was beginning to waver.

Even the troops commanded by Randall Tali, the commander of the Reach, began to retreat.

The human alliance is rapidly disintegrating.

What exactly happened?

Eddard Stark frowned, his hands gripping the wooden railing tightly, his fingernails turning slightly white.

His eyes pierced through the white snowstorm, trying to find a weakness in the White Walkers.

His gaze then fell upon a coalition soldier who had just fallen, but was now swaying as he stood up again.

Caught off guard, he pounced on his comrade who had been fighting alongside him not long ago.

"What…"

Ed instantly understood what had happened, and his face turned extremely ugly.

"How is this possible?"

He remembered that the ghouls were not reviving at this speed, so how could this be?

"Your Majesty, Lord Stark, something terrible has happened!"

And at this time.

A guard came running up the steps, panting, and shouted.

However, there was no need for the guards to report; the Duke of Winterfell already knew everything.

...

For the soldiers on the front lines who are engaged in fierce battle with the White Walkers.

The comrade who had just fallen suddenly stood up again, and turned into a fresh ghoul...

Nothing is more demoralizing than this.

First, there's the psychological pressure of taking action against a former comrade-in-arms.

Secondly, they worry that they will turn into such a disgusting monster after they die.

The morale of the allied forces was instantly dealt a severe blow, and the battle lines began to retreat steadily, showing signs of collapse.

"Don't retreat! Push forward!"

The commanders shouted desperately, but at this point they could not save the gradually collapsing battle situation.

He was caught off guard when a corpse suddenly rose from the ground and pulled him off his horse. The ghoul, with blood dripping from its mouth, opened its maw and bit down hard on his cheek. Then, a shrill scream rang out from the rear of the battlefield.

"kill!"

Randy Tarly, wielding his blood-stained ancestral Valyrian steel sword Heartbreaker in both hands, charged ahead at the forefront, letting out a thunderous roar.

click -

With a single sword strike, he cleaved a ghoul that lunged at him in two, as if he had shattered a broken wooden crate.

The corpse of the ghoul, which he had cleaved in two, died instantly.

Valyrian steel swords are the White Walkers' weakness, so dealing with wights is a piece of cake.

At this moment, Randy Tarly was covered in blood, and even the seams of his armor were soaked with blood, which stuck tightly to the lining and became extremely sticky.

"Whoo~"

"Whoo~"

The man was panting heavily; he had personally killed dozens of ghouls in the battle.

However, these monsters seemed impossible to kill completely, and they kept swarming towards him. Even he gradually felt his strength failing, his chest heaving violently, and his breathing becoming heavy.