Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The soldiers shouted warnings and sounded the alarm horn.

Ugh~

In an instant.

The desolate sound of the bugle, vibrating in the ears, echoed through the clouds, and the allied forces of the seven nations stationed in White Harbor rushed out upon hearing the bugle.

An endless army of the dead gradually came into view, and everyone swallowed hard and gripped their weapons tightly.

The obese Count Mandalay, who needed to be helped, was panting heavily, but he was equally fearless. He held onto the battlements and looked at the army of the dead in the distance. He had been waiting for this day for a long time.

However, as the army of the dead drew closer, he saw the two White Walkers at the very front, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He gripped the fat hand at the edge of the battlement and squeezed a handful of icy snowflakes, which instantly seeped into his heart.

"This, this is..."

Chapter 385 Unbelievable News

"kill!"

The deafening shouts of battle gradually subsided, flames soared into the sky, and thick smoke drifted over this magnificent port city standing at the mouth of the Bai Ren River.

"Darkness will not last long; light will surely come!"

"We hope that future generations will remember our names!"

Accompanied by a tragic and resounding roar.

thump--

thump--

One by one, the allied soldiers, clad in tattered armor of various families, shouted their names to the sea with tears in their eyes, hoping the sea would remember them, before calmly jumping into the icy water to their deaths.

As another major stronghold of the Allied forces, White Harbor was the first to encounter a fierce attack from the White Walkers.

The Allied forces and Mandalay family soldiers stationed in White Harbor did not yield, but instead fought back against the attack of the Legion of the Dead.

But in the end, despite their best efforts, they were unable to stop the surging army of the dead.

After several days of arduous resistance, the Allied soldiers did not receive any reinforcements, and White Harbor eventually fell.

Due to insufficient numbers of warships and limited carrying capacity, a large number of Allied soldiers chose to fight to the death, and were ultimately forced to jump into the sea.

They would rather drown in the icy sea than become ghouls and continue to harm their fellow countrymen.

This poignant and moving story is just a small part of humanity's tenacious resistance against the White Walkers, and it was later widely circulated by bards.

However, the fall of White Harbor was not the end of the world; humanity still held onto hope on the third line of defense.

A few days later.

On the eve of the fall of White Harbor, Count Wiman Mandalay, who had escaped by ship from White Harbor, finally led his remaining troops to the front lines at Carlin Bay, while his family had already been sent to King's Landing.

He brought unbelievable news.

Lord Manderley, known as "Lord Eel," claims to have encountered his former lord, Rickard Stark, the previous Warden of the North and Duke of Winterfell, along with his eldest son, Brandon Stark, on the battlefield of White Harbor.

"They have transformed into White Walkers, their eyes burning with icy blue flames. Lord Rickard seems to still be wearing the armor he wore when the Mad King burned him alive, only now it is covered with a layer of ice."

"Brandon was the first to climb the walls of White Harbor, and no soldier could stop him. He also killed my eldest son Willis with a single sword."

On the battlefield of White Harbor, the soldiers put up a fierce resistance, holding off the army of the dead for three days. Then the White Walkers, who were behind the scenes, made their move, and the resistance of the allied soldiers vanished.

The fierce street fighting lasted for several days. In the end, no reinforcements arrived from the Carlin Bay headquarters. Except for those who escaped on warships, the rest of the Allied forces stationed at White Harbor were wiped out.

The news brought by 'Lord Eel' was extremely shocking, but not many people believed it, especially Eddard Stark, the Duke of Winterfell, who had suffered a series of blows and was already middle-aged but with some gray hair, seemed to have aged a lot overnight.

He refused to believe that his father and brother had become Others.

But the old Earl of Manderle was a long-time retainer from his father's time, and he was quite old. He was a friendly man with many good connections, so no one believed that the old Earl of Manderle would maliciously mock the Stark family.

Eddard assumed the old man was confused, or perhaps he was seeing hallucinations because he was terrified by the situation. After all, the guards said the old man had almost been killed by the White Walkers and had witnessed the death of his eldest son Willis, which greatly shocked him. He was forcibly taken away by the guards.

However, even the guards who witnessed the incident were unsure whether the two White Walkers were Rickard Stark and Brandon Stark, as they had never seen either of them before, and the matter was left unresolved.

However, not long after the news of the fall of White Harbor arrived.

The front line at Carlin Bay.

The army of the dead finally arrived, having swept away all obstacles in the North, leaving only the Neck to bring death and cold to the whole of Westeros and the world.

Carlin Bay was built by the First Men as early as 10,000 years ago. At that time, Carlin Bay was a magnificent and huge fortress with twenty towers and basalt walls as high as Winterfell.

It was once key to the defense of the North, thwarting countless Andal attacks.

However, most of the tall city walls have now disappeared, and the wooden towers rotted away a thousand years ago, leaving only three of the original twenty towers standing.

However, after the allied forces retreated to Carin Bay, they gathered all their strength and, just as they had repaired the Wall, managed to rebuild this abandoned ancient castle.

Twenty towers stood against the newly built, towering city walls, blocking the view of the Neck Marsh, while on the distant King's Road, the endless silhouette of the undead army gradually emerged.

The sea of ​​people stretched as far as the eye could see. The throats of the seven-nation allied forces on the city wall all twitched. Although many of them were survivors of one or two major wars, they still felt a chill run down their spines.

The majority of the allied forces consisted of new recruits who had never seen the White Walkers before. They were all newly dispatched southern soldiers to support the Gulf of Carin, and many of them were even conscripts who had just been captured.

During the Great Escape from the North, millions of people crossed the Neck to the South. These people, too, were homeless and had no means of livelihood. They could only rely on the relief of local nobles, otherwise they would freeze or starve to death. The strong and able-bodied even began to plunder villages and towns to bring back some food so that their families could have enough to eat.

The nobles of the Riverlands were deeply troubled by this, because these refugees were mainly concentrated in their territory, and they had no choice but to provide them with money and food to support them, otherwise it would cause even greater chaos.

During the Great Escape, the ruling class of the feudal dynasty only thought about encouraging the people to flee to the south. Their intentions may have been good; they did not want the people to die at the hands of the White Walkers, and they did not want to give the White Walkers blood transfusions.

Otherwise, after the complete fall of the North, millions of undead soldiers would have surged south, and even the arrival of the Seven Gods would not have been able to stop them.

However, they only incited the people to flee, but failed to figure out how to resettle them. This exposed the weakness of their grassroots governance capabilities, leading to the current chaotic situation.

Fortunately, this is a time when people are in need, and King Robert, though a rough man, has his own way of governing.

With a wave of his hand, he first continued to borrow money from the Iron Bank, demanding gold dragons and grain. Now that Westeros had completely fallen into the realm of demons, Braavos might not be able to escape.

Then they spent a lot of money to recruit a large number of people from the North into the army. These people did not need to be paid military pay; they only needed to be given food.

The number of allied forces expanded rapidly to over 100,000 at this time. However, the subsequent problem was the lack of armor and weapons. But there was no other way but to bite the bullet and proceed.

The combined forces reached an unprecedented number, united in their fight against the White Walkers.

Chapter 386 Secret Weapon

However, even with such an exaggerated number of hundreds of thousands of allied troops, it was still insufficient when faced with the Legion of the Dead.

The allied commanders no longer know exactly how many ghouls there are, but it's certainly not two or three hundred thousand anymore. Five or six hundred thousand? Or even over a million?

The most terrifying thing about the Legion of the Dead is its ability to transform. Countless dead people rise again and become their people. The more you fight, the fewer people you have, while the more people the enemy has, the more they grow. How can you fight this battle?

Famous commanders from all seven kingdoms gathered here, but none of them knew how to fight such a monster, so they could only take it one step at a time.

Then the White Walkers began their siege, and the endless army of wights roared and surged toward the walls of Carin's Bay.

Meanwhile, the soldiers on the walls of Kalin Bay also began to raise their bows and arrows. Every few steps along the wide road along the wall, there was a bonfire burning fiercely. The soldiers first flicked the arrowheads, which were stained with oil, over the flames to light them, then nocked them onto the bowstrings. Following their commander's orders, they all raised their bows and arrows.

"Raise the bow!"

"put!"

bang bang bang-

One after another, flaming arrows flew into the sky, then formed a rain of fire that fell down.

The wights can completely ignore arrows but are extremely afraid of the flames burning on them. This is an experience that humans have gradually learned from their encounters with the White Walkers. Humans are a race that is good at learning and changing.

The number of ghouls swarming in was so great that the archers on the walls of Kalin Bay didn't need to aim at all; they just needed to light the arrows and fire them with their eyes closed.

Puff puff--

Burning arrows fell into the endless horde of ghouls.

"Roar--"

The ghouls that were hit by arrows let out strange cries and fell into the snow, but before they could get up again, they were trampled into pieces by the ghouls that swarmed up behind them.

The ghouls have no emotions, only a madness for flesh and blood, and the ghouls that are crushed feel no pain, only their heads are flattened as they howl.

Duke Tywin Lannister's face was grim. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly at his waist, standing atop a tower on the city wall, his green eyes constantly scanning the entire battlefield.

This was the first time he had seen a White Walker. He had been curious about just how terrifying the monster was, which had been able to defeat the Allied forces one after another and even cause the entire North to fall.

However, his first meeting with her left a deep impression on him.

"If these monsters aren't completely defeated, Westeros is finished."

A thought suddenly flashed through Tywin's mind: by then, no amount of conspiracy or game of power would matter.

In the Seven Kingdoms, noble and ancient families such as direwolves, trout, lions, deer, and roses have all become walking corpses, and such monsters roam Westeros everywhere.

Just thinking about it made Tywin feel a chill run down his spine, and he began to consider retreating.

However, the old lion was quite shrewd and never showed his emotions. He remained calm and composed, which earned Tyrion's respect, as he had been secretly observing his father's expression for a long time.

"Father. He truly is a father."

The little devil also came to Carlin Bay with his father this time. Although he is nineteen years old, he is still as tall as a child.

As a born dwarf, his existence has always been a disgrace to the Lannister family. His father even made him oversee the construction of Casterly Rock's drainage system as a way to humiliate him.

But he hadn't expected that all the prominent nobles from across the Seven Kingdoms would gather for this expedition to the Gulf of Calyne to face the White Walkers, and that his father would even take him along, which deeply moved Tyrion.

In the past, his father would have considered him a disgrace and would never have allowed him to attend such occasions frequented by nobles.

My father has finally stopped looking down on me?

Tyrion didn't think much of it.

He then turned back to continue focusing intently on the battlefield ahead. The battle did not seem to be going well; the allied forces' fire attack had some effect.

But the problem remains: there are too many ghouls, and they are fearless. Without weapons of mass destruction, it's impossible to stop their advance.

The fastest-moving ghouls have now reached the walls of Kalin Bay. The soldiers threw oil down and set it ablaze, creating a wall of fire to stop the ghouls' advance.

"But this is not a long-term solution; other methods are needed to defeat the White Walkers."

Tyrion, dressed in a tailor-made suit with the Lannister crest pinned to his chest, was racking his brains for a solution.

Although he was short and ugly, and was nicknamed "Little Imp" by others, Tyrion was actually very intelligent. Because he was ostracized and hated by his companions, Tyrion liked to hide in a corner and read books by himself from a young age. His only friend was his brother Jaime.