Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

But in the distance.

The leaders of the Seven Kingdoms, King Robert Baratheon and numerous dukes, ran at the forefront, but they all looked tense, constantly whispering to each other and frequently turning their heads to look behind them, as if afraid that the White Walkers would suddenly catch up with them.

However, what they were actually expecting was something the Allied forces had been planning for a long time. They hadn't revealed it until the fall of Kalin Bay because they didn't want the White Walkers to be on guard, so they could achieve a surprise victory.

The leaders of the Seven Kingdoms have also realized that the Night King is the key to defeating the army of the dead. Only by killing him can the White Walkers be truly defeated. Therefore, all their preparations are aimed at killing the Night King.

Tywin Lannister, the Warden of the West, was also among those retreating. Unlike the King and the other dukes, Tywin Lannister, mounted on horseback, never looked back even once.

He simply held the reins without saying a word, silently continuing forward.

No one asked Tywin about Tyrion's whereabouts; perhaps under no circumstances would a poor dwarf be of any concern to anyone.

Tyrion died on the battlefield because he didn't retreat in time?

Who cares? Maybe it's because they're too small to get on the carriage.

distance.

The Night King's hooves finally trod the wide causeway, the thick mud on both sides of which was covered with a thin layer of ice. The Kings of the North rode their skeletal horses silently into the mud of the Neck Marsh, but they did not sink in. Instead, they walked as if on flat ground, and the wights followed closely behind.

Below the causeway.

Several Allied soldiers, resigned to their fate, looked at the dense array of eerie green jars around them, exchanged glances, then lit torches and smashed one of the green jars.

In an instant, an earthquake struck.

boom--

The soaring green flames illuminated the entire sky, and the tremendous roar made the earth tremble.

Chapter 389 The Plan Failed

The Allied soldiers who had already fled far ahead were in a panic, unaware of what disaster had occurred.

Tap tap...

Meanwhile, the high-ranking nobles of the seven kingdoms reined in their warhorses, looked nervously behind them, and whispered among themselves.

King Robert sat astride his warhorse, his round body almost bursting through his belly, one hand holding his warhammer. Guards of the Red Keep flanked him, along with Ser Mandon Moore and Ser Maryn Tran of the Kingsguard.

"Whoa—"

Then King Robert reined in his horse and turned to look into the distance. His fat face was weathered and weary, and his black beard fluttered slightly in the wind.

The series of defeats over the past six months has put him under immense psychological pressure, and his voice was low yet subtly tinged with anticipation.

"Did they blow him up?"

The sudden explosion traveled even further, and the green flames and billowing blasts from the explosion shot straight into the sky, tearing through the dark clouds overhead and forming a green mushroom cloud that illuminated everyone's faces.

These faces displayed fear, surprise, indifference, and expectation; a diverse array of human emotions appeared among all the members of the Allied Forces.

Tywin Lannister's face showed no joy, and the Duke of Casterly Rock remained indifferent, his hand tightly gripping the reins.

But through Stevie Lannister's observation, he could vaguely sense his cousin's complex emotions—a mixture of relief and guilt, making it difficult to discern which emotion prevailed.

Not long ago, it was Ser Stewart and several Lannister knights who carried out their cousin's orders, chaining Tyrion to the cellar wall, hoping that this freak who had brought shame to the Lannister family would die at the hands of the White Walkers, while also earning some reputation for 'heroic fighting,' making the most of his resources.

Tywin stared at the mushroom cloud rising from the explosion in silence for a long time before finally looking away. His expression remained unreadable, and he spurred his horse's belly and spoke calmly.

"Walk."

Upon hearing his cousin's words, Stafford quickly urged his warhorse on and retreated along the causeway with the Lannister soldiers.

Whether the Night King was killed or not is currently unknown to the Allied Forces.

However, under such circumstances, no one wanted to turn back, and the Allied forces deployed a large amount of wildfire for this war.

This is a flammable liquid that can burn for a very long time. It was made by the Alchemists' Guild, and the explosive power of each can is astonishing.

No matter what kind of object it is, once it is ignited by wildfire, it will burn completely. Wildfire can penetrate into clothes, wood, leather, and even steel, and can make it burn.

Even this strange green liquid can burn when it floats on the water.

Viserys' father, the Mad King Aerys II, was known for his fondness for burning people with wildfire.

Because of the unique characteristics of wildfires, they will not be extinguished for a long time after the explosion. Especially since the coalition forces have exhausted all their national resources, the explosive yield is so terrifying that ordinary people cannot even get close to the core area of ​​the explosion.

They might have been melted before they even got close, and as for the Night King's fate, it's impossible to know.

Therefore, once the plan was finalized, there was no need to look back, regardless of the outcome.

The allied forces retreated all the way to their main camp in the Twins.

The coalition forces detonated a large amount of wildfire stored beneath the causeway and then fled.

At the very center of the wildfire explosion, the towering green flames transformed into a mushroom cloud before gradually dissipating.

With the explosion's epicenter at the Night King's feet as the center, the area within several kilometers had been razed to the ground. The King's Road, the only passage connecting the North and the South, was shattered and completely destroyed.

The traditional flora and fauna that grew in the Neck Marsh, including lizards, venomous snakes, dense forests that were constantly submerged in silt, and fungi that hung like curtains between branches, all turned to ashes.

Everywhere you looked, eerie green flames were burning, crackling and popping, creating a terrifying hell on earth.

The countless wights following the Night King, numbering in the tens of thousands or even more, were instantly reduced to ashes in the explosion.

Many more were set ablaze by the flying wildfire, collapsing to the ground amidst frantic howls, burned to ashes. These ghouls were permanently dead, never to rise again, becoming part of the earth's nourishment.

However, at this moment, in the very heart of the wildfire explosion.

ka ka ka-

A strange sound of ice cracking spread from the very center of the explosion, quickly expanding as the white snow and green flames continued to intertwine.

...

The coalition's operational plan failed.

The large amount of wildfire buried underground and detonated did not directly blow the Night King into the sky. Although the bodies of the White Walkers were torn apart by the shockwave of the explosion, no fire could burn their souls, so they were quickly restored to their original state by the power of the wind and snow.

A large number of wights were blasted to ashes, but wights were the least of their kind for the army of the dead. Therefore, the White Walkers' advance was only slightly hindered, and they continued their southward journey.

A chill enveloped the entire Neck Marsh, yet the army of ghouls traversed the notoriously treacherous marshland with ease.

The Night King did not see humans as enemies; his greatest enemy was the warm winds blowing from the south.

The bloodline of the Kings of the North seems to contain some ancient and mysterious unknown power; they belong to 'cold' and 'snow'.

The Night King has resurrected the Stark Kings in the North, and with their help, his mastery of the power of cold seems to have become even more refined.

In the struggle between 'red' and 'blue' that mortals cannot reach, the blue light gradually squeezes out the red light.

The reality visible to the naked eye is that the cold winter winds blow continuously from the south, sweeping in with the footsteps of the Night King.

"Humanity has been utterly defeated."

The old Marquis Frey leaned on a cane; the years had worn away his hair, made him toothless, and made his skin loose, but his advanced age of nearly ninety years had given him an experience that most people could not match.

His voice was shrill but still loud, and he looked full of energy. He even often boasted that he was as strong as an ox and could still have sex and reproduce.

"How many years has it been since the Green Fork River froze over? Hmm?"

"The last winter did not freeze; that was before that 'wrong spring'."

Old Lord Walder Frey laughed heartily, seemingly unconcerned about the predicament before him.

In 'The Wrong Spring', Rhaegar abducted Lyanna, sparking a war that ultimately cost House Targaryen the throne.

Chapter 390 Dragon's Roar Across the Nine Heavens

"The last time the Green Fork River froze was when I was a young man, which must have been more than sixty years ago..."

"After a long summer that lasted seven years, there was a short autumn, followed by a long winter that lasted six years. It was during this time that the Green Fork River froze over."

"People froze to death back then—"

The old Marquis Frey waved his hand, seemingly sighing with regret at the past.

But then the old Marquis Frey stopped somewhat stiffly and slowly put his cane back on.

He stared blankly at the Green Fork River, which was gradually becoming stagnant and covered with a layer of ice under the wind and snow. His dim, yellowish old eyes were somewhat lost in thought.

He had watched this river for almost ninety years, and the Frey family had also been revitalized under his leadership. The family's power had increased, and no one could underestimate them. Their population was thriving and at its peak. However, all of this prosperity could not withstand a natural disaster and man-made calamity.

The once turbulent Green Fork River has finally come to a standstill.

There was no one beside old Walder Frey; it turned out he had been talking to himself the whole time.

With disaster looming, the first place the White Walkers would attack after crossing the Neck was the Twins, which held a position in the Riverlands similar to that of the Gulf of Carin in the North.

Facing an invading enemy from the south, holding the northern border of Carlin Bay would ensure safety.

As for the northern invaders, the lords of the Riverlands could largely resolve the problem if they could hold onto the Twin Rivers.

The Frey family was once large and prosperous, but many had died or been wounded, and all of them had been sent out to other places. Only old Frey himself remained in the Twins, while his beloved descendants had been sent by ship to the continent of Essos.

Old Frey, with his rich experience, sensed the danger early on and made plans to preserve a spark for the Frey family.

Although he himself wanted to leave, his body, which he usually boasted about being strong and vigorous, did not support him crossing the ocean. He was afraid he would die at sea, so he gave up the idea.

More than a month has passed since the Battle of Carin Bay.

The Allied forces' plan to kill the Night King with wildfire failed. Although it killed a large number of ordinary wights, it did not harm the Night King at all.

The allied forces' next tactic, which involved joining forces with the Reed family of Greywater Watch to fight the White Walker army in the Neck Marsh, also failed.

The allied soldiers, appearing and disappearing unpredictably behind the swamp people, desperately tried to stop the advance of the army of the dead, and initially they did achieve some success.

However, the enemy used brute force to overcome all their strength. Even though the ghouls behind were stuck in the quagmire, they would step on the bodies of the ghouls in front and bite to death these guerrilla fighters and allied soldiers.

All of this vanished after the Night King intervened; the rotting mud froze into solid ground, and the small boats in the complex waterways of the reed marshes were frozen and unable to move.

The Legion of the Dead moved unimpeded through the Neck, slaughtering countless Swamplanders and Allied soldiers who were too weak to even resist. Greywater Watch, the most mysterious and elusive castle in all of Westeros, was breached.

The enigmatic leader of the Zedi people, Holland Reed, is said to have hanged himself in the hall of his castle.

His daughter, Mehran Reed, and son, Jochen Reed, fled the Neck with the Allied soldiers.

The Allied forces suffered repeated defeats in the Battle of Jingze, and broke up into smaller units. Over a thousand battles took place in half a month, but few victories were achieved.

The morale of the Allied soldiers plummeted to an alarming low during this process; the army was demoralized and filled with fear.

This time, it wasn't just ordinary soldiers, but the entire army, including the king and the nobles, was shrouded in a sense of despair.