Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Robert, fast asleep with the girl in his arms, was completely unaware of their secret conversation. Meanwhile, the Allied forces were focused on preparing for the upcoming Third War between humans and the demons.

Human allies fight against the legion of the dead.

In fact, the Legion of the Dead did not stop its advance during this period and did not cease its attack on Kalin Bay.

Rather, the land of the North is too vast. The land of the North alone is perhaps equal to the combined land of the other six kingdoms. The army of the dead conquering the North is essentially equivalent to conquering half of Westeros.

Due to the harsh climate and environment in the north, the population in the north is not large, and the land is sparsely populated. Therefore, the main economic lifeline, population, and military strength of the seven kingdoms are concentrated south of the Neck Marsh.

Humanity has suffered two crushing defeats, but it is far from being utterly defeated.

The nobles of the Seven Kingdoms are still able to amass great strength to continue fighting against the dead. As Viserys said, the Seven Kingdoms are far from being in despair. People can also unleash their tenacious willpower in times of crisis.

Viserys hopes to descend upon Westeros as a savior-like figure, and he is now waiting for such an opportunity.

With the war already right under their noses, the nobles of the seven kingdoms naturally couldn't afford to slack off and were making all-out preparations for the war. Large quantities of strategic resources, such as catapults, giant crossbows, and oil, were being continuously transported to the front lines at Carlin Bay.

Meanwhile, the Legion of the Dead spread across the vast lands of the North, sweeping through castles, towns, and villages like a plague.

"Ho-"

They wandered aimlessly through the wind and snow, eventually uncovering those who harbored illusions.

Although most of the people in the North had already evacuated, even the bandits and wildlings who could escape had all fled.

However, there were still some who did not believe in evil and were unwilling to leave their homes, clinging to a侥幸心理 (a gambler's mentality). In the end, they all became part of the army of corpses, becoming walking corpses.

Although their numbers are small, when considered across the vast northern region, they still represent a considerable number that cannot be ignored.

All castles, towns, and villages have been breached and slaughtered by the Legion of the Dead. The entire North has truly become a living hell, with all life rapidly fading away and utter desolation. The light of life has been extinguished from this land.

The appearance of the White Walkers in Westeros was a major earthquake-like event for the entire Western world, even overshadowing the Dothraki's frenzied infighting on the Great Grass Sea.

Viserys wasn't the only one concerned about the White Walkers; other free city-states were also quite interested in this monster that emerged from the Land of Everwinter.

An expedition from Braavos set off from the Clothes Vendors' Wharf, landed at Widows' Lookout, and then headed along the coast toward Langmanburg and Holwood.

Fortunately, they did not encounter any attacks from the legion of the dead throughout their journey, but unfortunately... they did not see any signs of life along the way.

Not only humans, but even birds and beasts disappeared into the white snowstorm, and all things withered.

This is the despairing reality that the Braavos expedition witnessed, and it is also the foreseeable tomorrow should Westeros fall.

Meanwhile, the brave expedition continued its journey into the perilous depths of the North, but in the distant Brightflame Bay of the Sunset Sea, a blanket of white snow shrouded the bay, severely impairing visibility.

If someone were to witness this scene unfolding before their eyes, they would undoubtedly gasp in surprise.

Because a large group of delirious ghouls, some of whom were just skeletons, some with unknown liquids flowing from their mouths, and some with half-bodied remains, seemed to be silently pushing wooden boats into the sea under some imperceptible guidance.

wow-

The waves of the sea were rolling, and the wooden boats collided.

Then a White Walker wearing ice armor with a skull head and a long white beard, his eyes burning with icy blue flames, strode into the cold sea and boarded the wooden boat that was pushed into the sea.

Beside him was a White Walker who was clearly female, also dressed in ice armor, with what appeared to be a faint metal badge pinned to her chest, though it was not clearly visible.

She carried a transparent ice bow and arrow on her back, had long brown hair, and a pair of lifeless eyes devoid of any human color.

Then she let out a piercing scream, as if cracks were breaking in the ice.

Countless ghouls on the coast began a silent march, surging into the sea and climbing onto the wooden boats that were being pushed overboard.

Chapter 374 Black Tide Island

This is an island in the sea, with shallow, winding beaches and clean seawater constantly washing over the reefs along the coastline.

Today is a beautiful day, sunny and cloudless. Above the reef is a towering cliff, where a fishing village sits, with wisps of smoke rising from its chimneys.

Below the cliff, on the beach not far away, a group of barefoot ironworkers, wearing wet t-shirts and rolled-up trousers under the scorching sun, dragged their fishing boat ashore while chanting slogans.

Among them was a boy with brown hair, black eyes, and skin that was tanned from years of sun exposure. He patted his hands, which were red from being pulled while dragging the boat, and then spat on the ground.

"Glenn, we've had some good luck today."

Just then, a boy from the same village who had been towing the boat with him came up with a fish basket and greeted him.

Today, a group of my fellow villagers set out to sea at the crack of dawn. We wandered around all morning, and when the sun was about to reach its scorching peak, we called it a day and went home.

For the residents living on the island in this era, life was not stressful. They relied on the mountains for food and the water for sustenance. They didn't dream of getting rich overnight. As long as they lived by the sea, they could at least have enough to eat. Even if they couldn't catch fish, they could collect some seashells on the beach.

Today they had a good catch, with a lot of fish. Some of them could be used to make fresh fish soup, and the rest could be pickled into salted fish or dried fish, so they wouldn't have to go out to sea again for a while.

Glenn is a true Ironborn, born on Kuroshio Island, the northernmost island in the Iron Islands.

Kuroshio Island is very small, only about one-tenth the size of Great Wake Island. The population is also small, with scattered villages and a simple castle. The lords here are the Blacktes family, a small family with little presence, whose coat of arms is a black and green fur pattern.

"Ok?"

Hearing his companion's greeting, Glenn, who had been somewhat distracted for some reason, also looked up.

"Ok!"

He forced a smile and gave his companion a high-five, then watched his companion's figure disappear into the distance, the smile on the dark-skinned boy's face gradually fading.

Glenn wasn't in good form today. Although they were lucky enough to catch a lot of fish, Glenn didn't put in much effort and even let a big fish escape due to his own distraction.

However, his companions from the same small fishing village didn't blame him. Everyone has their off days, and they still split today's catch equally.

He didn't know why he always had a feeling of anxiety and uncertainty, as if some great danger was about to befall him, but in reality nothing happened.

"By the God of Drowning."

Glenn prayed silently, hoping that the great Drowned God who had suffered for them would protect the Ironborn.

"Whoo~"

The dark-skinned boy stood on the beach, carrying his bag of fish, shook his head, and let out a long sigh, trying to clear away the vexation in his heart.

He then carried his fish basket and headed home, where his elderly mother was waiting for him to return.

His mother was a salt concubine whom his father had taken from the Greenlands. She was the only one who bore his father a son, and Glenn remembered that his mother hated his father intensely.

However, with the passing of her father, her mother gradually stopped mentioning their former home and is now even urging Glenn to act like a true Ironborn and snatch back a wife of his own.

"My own woman..."

Whenever the dark-skinned boy thought of these things, he felt his body become somewhat hot. However, he only had the desire but not the courage. He dared not follow Lord Blacktes out to sea to 'follow the ancient road,' and he dared even less to kill anyone.

Not long ago, it seems that Lord Bellor Blacktes took advantage of the chaos in the Seven Kingdoms to lead a fleet to harass passing ships in the West.

Even when the Iron Islands were subjugated to the Iron Throne, they dared to harass the various coastal lords from time to time, let alone now that the nobles of the Greenlands are preoccupied with their own affairs.

"I heard they're in big trouble now..."

"Something like... Otherworlders."

Glenn was lost in thought as he carried his fish basket, unaware that on the sea behind him, far away, the silhouettes of warships seemed to be gradually appearing.

They densely covered the entire sea and were heading towards Kuroshio Island.

...

A disaster struck very suddenly.

Glenn was at home simmering a pot of rich fish soup in an iron pot, enduring his mother's incessant nagging, when suddenly panicked shouts erupted from the small fishing village, as if something extremely terrible had happened.

The mother reacted more quickly and alertly than the dark-skinned boy; the years had given her too many stories to tell.

She immediately told Glenn to drop his ladle and go outside to see what was happening, and at the same time, she took out a curved knife left by Glenn's father and handed it to her son.

"It's possible that pirates attacked Kuroshio Island."

However, the Ironborn are the biggest pirates. Which pirates would dare to attack the Iron Islands?

Glenn was still quite frightened by his mother's words, but looking into her eyes, he mustered his courage, took the scimitar left by his father, tucked it behind his back, and strode out.

However, the situation outside was even more terrifying than when the pirates arrived.

Glenn, who had just stepped out of his house with his dagger tucked in his arm, saw a companion he had gone fishing with that morning, who had given him a high-five before they left, now acting as if he had gone mad.

His eyes were bright blue, saliva dripped from his mouth, and his body was covered in glaring blood. He pounced on an old man in the village and was tearing at him desperately.

One of the Ironborn rushed out and shouted, bravely drawing his sword to kill the villager who had gone mad.

However, at that moment, he was pierced through the chest by an icy arrow that seemed to come from nowhere, and his body was sent flying, pinning him hard against the earthen wall behind him.

A woman with long brown hair and eyes burning with icy blue flames held an ice bow. Her face was as cold as the flames in her eyes. She shot and killed an Ironborn with an arrow, and then her gaze fell on Glenn.

The dark-skinned boy met the woman's gaze and instantly felt a chill run down his spine. He had no intention of rushing forward to avenge his companion; instead, he turned and fled.

"Mother!"

Glenn fled back into the room, grabbed his mother, and headed towards the edge of the village.

However, at this moment, the entire small fishing village was filled with the sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling.

Not long after that…

The screams that echoed over the fishing village gradually subsided, and then all was silent.

Chapter 375 Asha

"Judging by the time, Euron should have arrived in Pentos with our gifts."

In Pyke City, eerie corridors connect the main castle and Blood Castle.

Legend has it that thousands of years ago, a river king slaughtered all his sons here. They were hacked to pieces while they slept and returned to their father, hence the name Blood Fortress.

The castle was covered with white salt crystals and green lichen, while the interior was completely dark and sealed off, making it appear particularly eerie.

A thin, somewhat haggard-looking man sat in the magnificent hall of Bloodfortress, holding a glass of scarlet wine in his hand, with grilled sausages and pickled fish in front of him, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

He is King Balon Greyjoy, the leader of the Iron Islands, and now he wears the driftwood crown that he was forced to remove years ago due to a rebellion.

Inside the Bloodfortress's hall, his third brother, Victarion, sat to his left, while Balon's eldest daughter, Asha Greyjoy, sat to his right.

Asha and Viserys are about the same age. Asha just celebrated her coming of age last year. She is slender with long legs, short black hair, and a slightly upturned nose.

"Father, will Viserys agree to our terms?"

Asha took a knife and fork, cut a piece of beef from the plate, and put it in her mouth. The girl had a strong personality and a fiery temper that was no less than a man's. While chewing the beef, she asked with a hint of worry.

This is a family dinner hosted by the Greyjoy family.