Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"kill!"

Immediately, a long-faced man with dark brown hair, dressed in black animal hide, charged ahead, wielding a long sword in one hand, illuminated by the torchlight.

The ghouls on the upper level of the cellar saw the living people, howled, and pounced on them.

click -

Then Banyan nimbly dodged it and chopped off his head with a backhand sword.

"Ho-"

However, even after the ghoul's head was cut off, his body continued to claw and bite wildly.

The head that fell to the ground could not scream, but the dark blue in its eyes was still clearly visible, flashing with madness.

The chief ranger moved with lightning speed, his obsidian dagger piercing the headless ghoul's chest.

puff--

The Dragon Crystal Dagger is extremely sharp, even sharper than weapons made of steel, but it is much more fragile and is more suitable for ending an enemy's life than for close combat.

The dagger pierced the headless ghoul's chest, as if it had pierced the body of a scarecrow, without any sense of flesh or blood.

The ghoul froze instantly, then collapsed limply as if all its strength had been drained away.

Completely dead.

The headless ghoul's body was killed, but its head was still clicking and opening its mouth, as if trying to bite a human's toes.

click -

But it was smashed to pieces by a stomp from behind by 'Wandering Raven' Yulen.

Another ghoul pounced, and Yulen shoved a torch into its mouth, burning it until it screamed in agony. He then finished it off with a dragon crystal dagger.

The sudden surge of human survivors alerted all the wights in Winterfell, and they all rushed towards the location.

Now, only a few dozen survivors remain, completely surrounded.

The survivors had now emerged from the dark cellar and reached the surface of Winterfell, forming a circular formation to face enemies from all sides and engaging in a fierce battle.

click -

Ser Elisa Thorne felled a ghoul who lunged at him with a single sword strike, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath, white mist escaping his mouth.

Beside him, a Karstark soldier was being pounced on by a wight, who was frantically gnawing at his cheeks, emitting a shrill scream.

Damn it!

Then, the Black Castle instructor, whose hair was somewhat gray, pulled out a dragon crystal dagger and plunged it fiercely into the back of the ghoul.

The wight let out a scream and instantly became paralyzed and died. However, the face of the Karstark soldier had been torn apart and he died in a pool of blood.

"Benján! We can't linger here!"

"Otherwise, everyone will die here!"

Ser Elisa fought desperately, brandishing his longsword, while shouting loudly at Benjen.

The chief ranger naturally understood this principle as well. The long-faced man with black hair gritted his teeth slightly and scanned the surrounding environment with his eyes.

The ghouls are gathering in ever-growing numbers. For some reason, the gates of Winterfell are closed by the ghouls, and there's clearly no time to rush over and seize them. The only option is to climb the nearest wall...

"follow me!"

Then, Banyan gritted his teeth and led the remaining survivors to break through the encirclement and head towards the city wall.

They were actually lucky. After so much time, the number of wights remaining in Winterfell was indeed small, with only a few hundred wandering zombies.

Otherwise, even if each of these dozens of people were possessed by the Demon Mountain, they wouldn't be able to break through the tens of thousands of corpse demons stationed here.

"kill!"

Banyan, ever the vanguard, led his soldiers toward the city wall.

The surviving soldiers, displaying a fierce will, paid a heavy price and actually managed to break through the encirclement of the ghouls and escape to the city walls.

"Ho-"

The ghouls let out sharp howls and chased after them frantically.

Now, so much time has passed since that great battle, yet the walls of Winterfell still bear the marks of that war.

Bloodstains were scattered everywhere, the Stark family banner was tattered, a large hole was burned into the direwolf emblem, there were blackened marks from the flames on the damaged city walls, and arrowheads were scattered densely in the quiver.

Even so, the thick snow on the ground covered most of the traces, and the story of the bitter battles that humans once fought here was buried under the frost.

Then Banyan kicked down the remaining oil on the city wall and threw down the torch he was holding to ignite it.

In an instant, a raging fire broke out, halting the ghouls' advance up the city walls.

The chief ranger, slightly out of breath, turned and approached the charred battlements.

He leaned on the battlements, looking down at the deep abyss below, then at the few remaining people around him who had been killed or wounded in just a short time.

The man's throat moved, and he swallowed lightly.

At this moment, silence speaks louder than words; without saying a word, everyone already knows what to do.

They clenched their teeth and nodded to each other in encouragement.

Banyan was the first to climb onto the battlements, and then jumped down without hesitation.

Next came Elisa Thorne, who was already over forty years old, and Yuren, the "Raven." The remaining allied soldiers, numbering only a dozen or so, all jumped off the battlements.

And not far away.

Flames and thick smoke suddenly rose in Winterfell. The Night King, riding a skeletal horse, turned his head, his eyes burning with icy blue flames.

He saw everything that had just happened, and he also saw them jump off the city wall.

However, the Night King had no intention of chasing after them. They were just a dozen or so humans struggling to survive; it wasn't worth him personally intervening.

They remain in this land shrouded in cold, where death will inevitably embrace them sooner or later.

The Night King then spurred his horse into Winterfell, and with each step he took, the snowstorm in Winterfell intensified.

And in the cellars of Winterfell.

Under the cover of darkness, the tombs of the past kings of the North seemed to tremble slightly.

slam-la-

Dust fell from above in a flurry, and the gravel trembled.

Chapter 365 Prince Doran's Plan

The morning sun bathed Pentos in a corner of the spacious training ground within the palace atop the nine towers.

The servants and guards passing by dared not stop, but they were glancing over there intentionally or unintentionally.

A female knight, clad in bright armor and draped in a snow-white cloak, stood guard here, one hand gripping the hilt of her sword.

Ding ding—

Meanwhile, the continuous clanging of metal echoed from this corner.

Oberon, the acting prime minister, wielded a long spear with great force.

The other person was slightly shorter than him and looked rather thin, holding an ordinary one-handed sword.

He seemed remarkably at ease despite Oberyn's relentless and fierce attacks.

Arianne, who was walking towards them from a short distance away, holding up her long dress, was slightly surprised to see this scene.

Oberyn was her uncle, and the name "Red Viper" was known throughout Dorne.

Viserys was his fiancé. Although he was known as a fierce general in Essos, he was often at the forefront of the battle, sometimes underestimating the enemy and advancing recklessly, but always managing to escape unscathed. He also created the mythical story of capturing a city with only two hundred men.

But by the time she arrived in Pentos, it was too late. Viserys no longer needed to take action himself, so she never witnessed how skilled he was at swordsmanship.

Call ~

The spear pierced the air just past the silver-haired youth's ear, but Viserys merely tilted his head.

He then unleashed another sweeping attack, but Viserys managed to dodge it by slightly bending his waist.

At this moment, it was already clear to anyone with discerning eyes that the outcome was already decided, and the female knight was not surprised by Viserys's strength.

Because she had seen the silver-haired youth fight one-on-one against the Freehold General, who was clad in full Valyrian steel armor and wielding a dragonsteel longsword, in the Valyrian ruins.

The opponent was over seven feet tall and incredibly strong, like a giant. Mia felt that she could be smashed into the ground with a single punch and never be able to get out.

Humans outside the world could never imagine how terrifying such a monster is, or what secrets this world still holds.

Viserys could instantly kill even such a giant monster, let alone deal with these mortals.

Yes, mortals.

In Mia's eyes, her king was like a god. He possessed a kind of 'black magic' that was passed down in the ruins of Valyria, which could bring the dead back to life and could also turn into black mist. How could such a person be considered a mortal?

The battle continued, and after several rounds, the two appeared to be evenly matched, but in reality, the outcome was already decided.

Viserys finally launched a counterattack, and the offensive situation changed abruptly. His ordinary longsword pierced through the barrier formed by Oberyn's superb spear skills, easily finding the weak point of his opponent's move.

He forced the other to throw away his weapon, and then the longsword stopped about a foot away from Oberon's throat.

Snapped--

Then sheathed the sword.

Mia, who was standing to the side, was also a battle-hardened warrior, but the scene just now had left her somewhat dazzled.

She barely saw Viserys's movements, how he forced her to drop her weapon, and then smoothly placed his longsword against her throat.

The outcome is decided.

Oberyn raised his empty hands high, a bitter look on his face. He threw his spear to the ground and then lowered his hands.

Viserys tossed the sword back to the equally astonished guard standing on the other side; he had just lent him the sword.

At that moment, Arianne, who had been secretly watching for a while, slowly walked over, lifting her skirt.

"An amazing martial arts competition."

"Uncle Oberon."