Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

At that moment, a commotion suddenly arose below.

For some unknown reason, a wight stepped over the corpses of its companions, crossed the sea of ​​fire, and suddenly climbed up the city wall, tackling a Lannister soldier to the ground.

The Lannister soldiers nearby were horrified and drew their swords to tear the wight apart. However, the soldier who was tackled still lost his life, with half of his throat bitten off, leaving blood splattered all over the ground.

Following their commander's orders, several soldiers threw their comrade's body off the city wall and into the fire to be cremated.

Tyrion's expression turned slightly uncomfortable upon witnessing this bloody scene; this was his first time experiencing war firsthand.

He then turned to look at his father one last time, but Duke Tywin remained unfazed, appearing as steady as a mountain, though his fingers gripping the sword hilt were slightly white.

Seeing his father's calm expression, Tyrion felt much more at ease.

The White Walkers are indeed terrifying.

But Tyrion, as a member of the noble Lannister family, felt that his safety was well guaranteed, especially with his father by his side.

"My father wouldn't hurt me."

Just as the tragic story of the White Harbor soldiers jumping into the sea to commit suicide is celebrated, no one mentions that the Earl of White Harbor boarded a ship and escaped beforehand.

Moreover, Tyrion, as the nominal heir to the Westerlands with high status and power, also knew that the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms seemed to be preparing a powerful 'secret weapon' to fight the White Walkers.

The goods had been secretly transported to Carlin Bay long ago. The wagons that transported these 'secret weapons' only traveled at night and were completely covered up and opaque. They were even filled with sand. After the goods arrived at the storage cellar, they were sealed with wax and honey and the cellar was filled with water for storage.

"With such a 'secret weapon,' the allied forces may be able to defeat the White Walkers in one fell swoop at the Neck."

Tyrion thought to himself.

Chapter 387 Tyrion's Despair

The walls of Carin Bay are high and easy to defend, making it difficult to attack.

As expected, the Legion of the Dead suffered a setback in their attack on Kalin Bay, and the Allied commanders and soldiers, having gained ample experience in dealing with the ghouls, became even more adept at it.

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Barrels of oil, transported continuously from the Seven Kingdoms and even the continent of Essos, were poured down as if they were free. The flames burned fiercely, and ghouls rushed in one after another, only to be swallowed up by the inferno.

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The firelight illuminated the entire sky, and thick smoke billowed straight into the horizon, visible even on the distant surface of Biting Bay, far from Kalin Bay. The acrid dust and stench of the fire drifted in the wind.

The Seven Kingdoms coalition displayed remarkable bravery and tenacious resistance at the Gulf of Carin, briefly halting the White Walkers' advance.

However, this period of prosperity was short-lived.

Two days and one night of fierce fighting have passed. Every minute of the battle between the living and the dead is intense, with no chance to catch one's breath.

"No retreat! No retreat!"

"Hold the line!"

"The River Bend's name, Landau Tully, roared hoarsely, his body covered in blood."

He has been taken down three times, and in the past two days and one night, he has only rested for two hours.

Count Hornling, clutching his sword, leaned against the city wall of Carlin Bay and squinted slightly. His eyes were now bloodshot, but he still led from the front and stood with his soldiers on the front line.

"Quickly, the third echelon retreats to rest, the fourth echelon takes over!"

Then, Randyll Tarly, panting heavily, remained calm despite the situation before him, and roared loudly.

The third echelon, which was on the verge of collapse from the constant onslaught of the ghouls, was given a chance to catch its breath. The fourth echelon, which had been rotated out not long ago, suffered heavy casualties, but still stepped up without hesitation.

The coalition's crumbling front lines were stabilized.

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The fighting on the battlefield remained fierce. Two days and one night had passed. Although the allied soldiers had several echelons rotating shifts and had time to eat and drink, they were already exhausted. After all, this was a highly tense battlefield where one could easily lose their life.

All the Allied soldiers had bloodshot eyes, their eyes covered with dense blood vessels. After being relieved from the front lines, they didn't even have time to find a place to stay; instead, they would just find a spot and fall asleep immediately.

Even while fast asleep, he still gripped his weapon tightly without letting up.

The military medics were even busier, working non-stop as large numbers of wounded soldiers who could not receive medical treatment were carried off the battlefield and died.

Their bodies also need to be cremated, lest they suddenly rise up and become new White Walkers.

After two days and one night of fierce fighting, it was an intense ordeal not only for ordinary soldiers, but also for the entire Allied Forces, including King Robert and the various nobles.

The soldiers of the Allied Forces are living, breathing people. They need to sleep, rest, and eat. They also need hope, encouragement, and comfort on a spiritual level. Right now, they are sustained by their spirit and energy.

But the Legion of the Dead did not need that. They were like emotionless beasts, needing no rest, no fatigue, and no food, relentlessly and frantically attacking the third line of defense of the seven-nation coalition in Kalin Bay.

Such a war is a war of ebb and flow, where one side cannot outlast the other, and in the end, it is the allied forces that fall.

The Allied forces performed exceptionally well in this war; in the previous two major battles, they hadn't even lasted a day or a night before their lines collapsed.

The Battle of Carlin Bay differed from the Battle of White Harbor. This was a clash between the main forces of both sides. The Allied soldiers held out for a long time in the Battle of White Harbor because the Dead Legion did not commit a large number of troops and could not crush the Allied soldiers' resistance in one fell swoop.

However, as Lord Tywin said at the pre-war meeting, it is impossible to defeat an enemy like the White Walkers by simply holding the line; we must make full use of human intelligence to achieve a surprise victory.

Humanity's greatest advantage over the White Walkers is not its cavalry, but its intellect.

The dead have no brains, and while the White Walkers are monsters with brains, their numbers are few and far between, whereas humanity is full of brilliant generals.

The Allied soldiers then held out for another night until the third day after the start of the war, when dawn broke and the sky began to lighten.

King Robert, the commander-in-chief of the allied forces, finally gave the order to retreat. This time, it was not that the allied lines had collapsed, but rather that the king had taken the initiative to give the order to retreat.

The defeat was swift and devastating, as if the last breath weighing on the hearts of the Allied soldiers had been released.

The allied forces still used fire to cover their retreat. All the oil stored in Kalin Bay was set ablaze at once. The raging flames shot straight into the sky. The ancient castle, which had existed for ten thousand years, swayed precariously in the flames until it finally let out a mournful cry, and Kalin Bay collapsed with a crash.

Meanwhile, the allied soldiers gathered in droves on the embankment of the Neck Marsh and retreated to the rear. Many were even pushed off the embankment and sank into the stinking, rotting mud, but no one was willing to lend a hand.

The third line of defense for the Seven Nations Alliance was the entire Neck Swamp. Kalin Bay was easy to defend and difficult to attack due to its geography, but it also could not house too many soldiers. There were still a large number of Alliance soldiers south of the Neck Swamp.

Therefore, abandoning Carlin Bay did not mean abandoning the entire Neck and suffering a complete defeat. The Allied Forces allied with the Swamplanders living in the Neck. The Reed family of Greywaterwatch had a close personal relationship with the Stark family, and the Reed patriarch, Holland Reed, was himself the leader of the Swamplanders.

He was willing to help train the allied soldiers to survive in the marshland, to familiarize them with the complex narrow passages and waterways in the reeds, and to unite them against the presence of the White Walkers by using the natural barrier of the Neck Marsh.

The allied soldiers retreated in panic after the defeat in the war, and the kings and nobles of the seven kingdoms left even earlier, taking the lead in leaving Carin Bay.

Carriages of all sizes, with nobles dressed in military uniforms, ran at the forefront.

However, Tyrion, as the heir to the Westerlands, did not enjoy such treatment. He happily followed his father to the battlefield and even met the king and many dukes.

But he never expected that his father would abandon him on the battlefield at this time.

"Do not."

“I wasn’t abandoned on the battlefield; my father wanted me dead.”

Tyrion lay deep in the cellar of Carin Bay, his hands and feet bound by chains. His small body struggled constantly as he felt the increasingly intense heat above him, and the howls of the wights were clearly audible.

On his ugly face, a pair of eyes revealed deep despair.

Chapter 388 The Big Bang

All the oil stored in Kalin Bay was set ablaze to cover their retreat, and a towering fire halted the advance of the ghoul army.

The soldiers of the seven-nation alliance were routed in panic, behind the legion of the dead.

Hundreds of skeletal horses stood silently, and on the backs of these mounts, including mammoths and direwolves, sat indifferent White Walkers clad in icy armor.

In stark contrast to the clamor of the distant battlefield, this place was quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and there was not even the sound of breathing. The only sound was the howling of the wind and snow.

Neck Marsh is located at the southernmost tip of the North, and it rarely sees blizzards of this magnitude. However, with the Night King's arrival, cold and death come in an instant.

The number of White Walkers has increased several times since the Night King first emerged. Most of them are ancestors of House Stark, countless generations of Kings in the North and Wardens in the North. Some have been successfully converted, while others have failed.

Their bodies had been reduced to skeletons, or even just a handful of dust, yet they were reborn under the Night King's magic, pulling the longswords from the statues in front of their graves and letting out a roar like ice cracking.

The Night King seems to have a special fondness for the House of the King of Winter, or perhaps there is something special about the ancient Stark bloodline. From the moment the Night King first met Eddard Stark, he wanted to kill him with his own hands, and all the newly born White Walkers also originated from the Stark family.

The Stark bloodline is like a beacon in the darkness, constantly guiding the Night King in his direction.

In this silent realm, only the sound of wind and snow howling could be heard.

Then the Night King drew his icy sword from his waist, making a sound like ice cracking, and then spurred his skeletal horse slowly toward the distant, burning Kalin Bay.

"Roar--"

The wights feared fire, and the great fire in the Gulf of Calin halted the advance of countless wights. However, when the Night King led his many White Walkers into the army of the dead, all the wights shut their mouths and stopped making their piercing roars, and even made way for each other.

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The sound of the skeletal horse's hooves was clear, along with the crackling sound of the flames.

The once noisy and clamorous army of the dead fell silent instantly, as if obeying a command. All the wights were watching the Night King until he reached the raging fire and gently reined in his horse.

The Night King, wearing an ice crown, had icy blue flames dancing in his eyes. He stared at the raging fire before him without saying a word, then raised his hand and gently pressed it down.

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A layer of white ice rapidly condensed from the ground beneath the Night King, spreading quickly toward the flames not far away.

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The once raging flames were extinguished after only a few tremors upon encountering this thin layer of ice. The ice then continued to spread, and before long, it carved out a icy road through the sea of ​​fire, leading directly to the causeway behind Carlin Bay in the distance.

However, the Night King remained unmoved by the scene before him, the flames in his eyes flickering steadily. He then spurred his skeletal horse to take the lead on the icy path carved out of the sea of ​​fire.

The hundreds of White Walkers following the Night King, including the ancestors of the King of Winter's family, remained silent and expressionless as they urged their skeletal warhorses onto the icy road behind him.

The Night King walked at the forefront, with the White Walkers following behind him, while countless wights silently followed in the footsteps of the White Walkers, stepping onto the icy road, a dark mass converging as they passed through the sea of ​​fire in the Gulf of Kalin.

After walking through the inferno of Kalin Bay, the Night King looked down at the ground beneath his feet and realized that there seemed to be a living person still alive in the underground cellar.

However, a mere living person was not worth his personal attention. The Night King then raised his head again and continued his leisurely journey into the distance.

His steps were slow, but with each step he took forward, the wind and snow followed suit, while the warm wind blowing from the south retreated.

It wasn't that the Night King intentionally let the allied soldiers escape or didn't know how to press his advantage; rather, it was a battle between light and darkness, warmth and cold, in a realm unseen and inaccessible to mortals.

No one knows the terrifying pressure the Night King had to endure with every step he took forward.

Therefore, his pace was extremely slow, appearing unhurried. The Legion of the Dead would only continue forward after the cold had completely enveloped the North and dispelled all warmth.

However, this gave the Allied soldiers a chance to escape.

The Night King continued forward, his army of the dead following silently behind him as they passed through the flames of Kalin Bay.