Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The North is now like a pond that has been drained, exposing all the fish, which are frolicking in the muddy mudflats.

All the fish, big and small, that had been hidden beneath the surface of the North have been revealed. The Brotherhood, bandits, and even the wildlings who had fled into the North when the Wall collapsed have gradually come to light.

No one wanted to die, including these bandits and savages, yet they all knew perfectly well that they would surely die once they showed their faces.

The Great Migration in Carlin Bay was met with several sabotage attacks by these bandits and savages.

However, although the allied soldiers suffered repeated defeats against the White Walkers, they were still a regular army and managed to control the chaotic situation.

“This is Mrs. Stark’s carriage.”

A dusty carriage bearing the Stark family's direwolf crest arrived at Carin Bay, where the soldiers stationed there hastily allowed it to pass.

"lady."

However, without even lifting the curtain of the carriage, the Stark family's carriage hurriedly stepped onto the causeway and left.

The Red Priestess, who had disappeared after the Battle of Winterfell, was now reappearing among the crowd crossing the Gulf of Kalin.

She was still wearing a thin red robe, and every move she made exuded charm, yet there was not a trace of frivolity on her face.

Melisandre rode alone on a chestnut warhorse. No one knew how she escaped the chaotic battlefield of Winterfell, and even less did anyone know how she managed to outrun the retreating army and reach the Gulf of Kalin ahead of them.

Who are you?

The Allied soldier stationed at Carin Bay noticed Melisandre's brow furrow slightly and instinctively felt that this woman was somewhat different from others.

However, upon discovering that the other party had come from the north wearing only a single layer of clothing in such a cold winter, this further confirmed his suspicions.

"I am a servant of God."

The red-robed witch spoke calmly, but it made the soldier frown even more. He felt that this person was a bit mysterious, but there were too many people in line behind him, and he didn't have time to investigate further.

Besides, she's just a woman. Even if a woman has problems, how much trouble can she cause?

The soldier had this thought in mind, then waved his hand.

"Okay, you can go ahead."

The elderly, women, and children were given priority to pass through Carlin Bay, and Melisandre's status naturally meant she wasn't hindered much.

The woman then nodded slightly and rode her chestnut warhorse into the long causeway.

"Father!"

The separated daughters cried out for their fathers who were locked outside the causeway.

"careful!"

There were people helping up elderly people who had fallen.

"Over here!"

"Over here!"

The causeway was noisy and chaotic, filled with a jumble of sounds.

This was the largest migration in Westeros history, an unprecedented exodus, with all the people of the North forced and urged to flee south with their families.

The most important thing for the allied forces to defeat the Night King is to implement a scorched-earth policy; otherwise, when the White Walkers sweep across the entire North, that will likely be the true beginning of the disaster.

No one can stop the advance of a million-strong army of the dead; the destruction of the world is probably just around the corner.

The long causeway is flanked by waist-deep silt that reeks of foul odors. There are also huge flowers, lizards, and many snakes. Dense thickets have been soaked in rotten swamps for years, with curtains of fungi hanging from their branches.

The swamp is fraught with danger, and the causeway is the only safe route. Once you leave the causeway, there are things all around that can easily take your life.

The procession was long, mostly consisting of people carrying luggage, with their families in tow, supporting each other, and stretching as far as the eye could see.

Tap tap...

Amidst the chaotic crowd, Melisandre rode at a leisurely pace, following the procession, quietly observing the surrounding scenery and the myriad aspects of human life, before finally breaking into song.

"We mortals are born alone and die alone, bewildered and lost, wandering in the secluded valley;

"Fortunately, we have our fellow countrymen, gathered together to walk; fortunately, God has blessed us."

The woman's voice was clear and melodious, quickly resonating with the young and old present. Although they didn't understand what she was singing, they still joined in the chanting.

The night was long, and the journey across the Neck Marsh was still a long way off, but Melisandre's influence among the old people, women, and children was gradually growing.

...

Pantos, far from here.

Several months have passed since His Majesty the King left his throne, and news of the allied forces and the White Walkers fighting on Westeros has been pouring in like snowflakes.

Oberon, acting as Prime Minister, was dealing with a large amount of official business every day, while also responding to various requests for help from the seven kingdoms.

However, Viserys did not return for a long time, and the Targaryen army dared not make a move for even a day. The young king was the flag of the country and the most important and core component of the entire machine.

Now, at dawn, a colossal shadow appeared on the horizon of Pentos, obscuring the sky.

Chapter 354 Return

"I never imagined that the nobles of Westeros would be beaten to a pulp by the White Walkers before we even got there."

Inside the palace atop the nine towers of Pentos.

Princess Renis, dressed in a magnificent silver gown with long brown hair cascading down her slender waist, sat regally on the throne in the center of the hall, listening to intelligence from across the Narrow Sea.

Renis's pretty face was serious, giving her a queenly air. A silver dragon head badge was pinned to her chest, symbolizing her status as a member of House Targaryen.

Meanwhile, Princess Renis's maternal uncle, Oberyn, dressed in a magnificent black robe with gold trim and the King's Hand medal pinned to his chest, stood with his hands at his sides, calmly watching the noisy commotion below.

The speaker was Mistoin, commander of the Kingdom's Fourth Legion, formerly the Golden Legion, and now one of the legion commanders.

Ever since receiving the edict of amnesty written by Viserys himself, the soldiers of the Golden Company have been eagerly anticipating the day they would attack Westeros.

They want to return to the homeland where their ancestors lived for generations and reclaim the glory of their forefathers.

News of the Seven Kingdoms' alliance fighting the White Walkers on the continent of Westeros is now pouring in like snowflakes, making it undoubtedly the most talked-about news, including for the Free Cities.

As the city on the continent of Essos closest to King's Landing, Pentos was naturally extremely well-informed.

The allied forces were defeated.

The defeats in the two world wars led to the rapid fall of the northern region of the country, turning it into a true living hell.

No one can survive the White Walkers' passage, and the horde of corpses has not stopped, continuing its march towards the warmer south. An unprecedented human migration is unfolding.

The people of Pentos could not imagine what the White Walkers, wights, and armies of the dead truly were.

Why do dead people rise up?

However, all they knew was that the Baratheon dynasty had been defeated, the entire North had been lost, and the Iron Throne was in an unprecedented state of weakness.

Now is the best opportunity for the Targaryens to march into Westeros and reclaim the Iron Throne. The soldiers are eager to fight for honor and make a name for themselves, hoping to earn the title of knight and leap from commoner to noble.

Viserys' new policies encouraged commoners to earn titles through military merit, which led to an unprecedented surge of warlike desire within the Targaryen army, with everyone wanting to change their fate.

Unfortunately, His Majesty the King went missing at this time, disappearing for several months with his dragon.

During the months Viserys was away, Pentos was peaceful. The five thousand Unsullied, the city garrison, the Dothraki, the First Legion, the Second Legion, and the Fourth Legion—the Targaryen's forces were now intricately intertwined, with each element affecting the others, making any disturbance impossible.

If a problem occurs in any link, it is very likely that the other links will work together to eliminate it.

They all obeyed Her Highness the Princess, and Renis, taking her uncle Oberyn's advice, had been actively preparing for war, stockpiling supplies and training soldiers, waiting for her 'brother' to return.

"It seems these noble lords aren't very capable."

"Haha, that's right."

Inside the hall, people whispered and echoed Mistoin's words, creating a relaxed atmosphere. They felt that the enemy across the Narrow Sea was no match for them.

Meanwhile, the most important officials of the kingdom, including Prime Minister Oberon, Chancellor of the Exchequer Elirio, and Attorney General Jon Clinton, remained silent.

They knew that the Baratheon dynasty was not weak; the alliance of wolves, deer, and ospreys formed the foundation of the nation and overthrew the aging Targaryen dynasty.

House Lannister has produced a queen, and now the Rose of Highgarden has also formed an alliance with House Baratheon through marriage. King Robert has even betrothed Princess Myrcella to Prince Quentin Martell of Dorne.

The entire country was impregnable and was at its most prosperous period ever.

Yet this dynasty, which had recovered from the shadow of the War of the Usurper and was at the height of its power, was utterly defeated when faced with the White Walkers.

This is enough to demonstrate the terrifying nature of this enemy that belongs to all mankind.

"Do not underestimate our enemies, sirs."

At that moment, the girl sitting on the throne took a deep breath and spoke.

The moment she opened her mouth, the entire room fell silent.

"Neither the White Walkers nor the usurpers are enemies to be underestimated."

"The usurper defeated my father, and the White Walkers created the Long Night eight thousand years ago..."

Renis's voice echoed throughout the hall.

Standing at the front of the row below, Jon Clinton looked up at the girl sitting on the throne, speaking eloquently and without any stage fright, and nodded slightly, secretly approving.

Princess Rhaegar is indeed worthy of being his daughter; she has the same demeanor as her father.

And at this moment.

A deep, melodious dragon roar suddenly echoed from the horizon, spreading across the entire sky above Pentos with the morning sunlight.

The crowds of people, vendors, patrolling Unsullied soldiers, slaves, and others on the road all raised their heads, causing a slight commotion, and looked up at the sky.

Renis, who was sitting on the throne acting as regent, was slightly taken aback, and the courtiers in the throne room suddenly looked at each other in bewilderment.

The dragons would not easily appear in Pentos and disturb the lives of the common people without the orders of the two princesses, and they were not suited to city life, so they should be allowed to hunt on their own.

Viserion and Rego have not appeared in the public eye of Pentos for a long time, and without their elder brother's discipline, the two dragons have become much wilder.

"If it's not Rego and Viserion, then it's..."

Renis and her uncle Oberyn exchanged a glance.

wow-

The girl then hurriedly stood up from the throne, lifting her skirt, just as a guard rushed over to report.

"Your Highness!"

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