Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Although dragons have been absent from this world for over a hundred years, stories about them are still widely circulated in the Seven Kingdoms.

The allied forces, trapped in a desperate situation, erupted in a deafening roar of cheers.

Many soldiers couldn't help but weep with joy, seeing a glimmer of hope amidst their despair.

"dragon!"

"The one on the dragon's back is His Highness the Prince!"

"Oh my god, we have reinforcements!"

A sharp-eyed soldier spotted the young dragon rider on the dragon's back at a glance. Although he couldn't see the face clearly, he noticed that the rider had very distinctive long silver-gold hair.

This is the symbol of the legitimate royal family that has ruled Westeros for nearly three hundred years, and it has long been deeply ingrained in the hearts of the people of the Seven Kingdoms.

Viserys was crowned on Dragonstone and became king on Essos, but for the people of the Seven Kingdoms, the most direct impression of Viserys remained that of the second prince of House Targaryen, rather than king, since he had never sat on the Iron Throne.

The massive figure of the Black Death danced in the sky, then spewed down raging flames that burned the ghouls to death. Countless ghouls turned to ashes in the dragon's flames, saving the lives of countless allied soldiers.

...

"Ed! Ed!"

"Wake up! Hey! Stop playing dead! I saw you open your eyes!"

Amidst the smoke and flames, the raging dragonfire crashed down before Robert's eyes, blasting the wights that had been howling and screaming just moments before into ashes.

The crimson pillar of fire spewed from the dragon carved a deep furrow in the ground that stretched into the distance, completely oblivious to Robert.

The kings of the seven kingdoms, disregarding all decorum, were so frightened that they immediately bent over and lay face down on the ground.

Even so, His Majesty's face was blackened by the dragon flames, with only his eyes remaining bright. His black beard was singed by the flames, making him look rather disheveled.

After Robert Baratheon scrambled to his feet, he pulled up the Duke of Winterfell, who was also lying on the ground in a disheveled state and was still somewhat shaken.

Then he asked loudly.

"Ed! Hey!"

"Is this a fucking dragon?!"

Ed had just gotten up from the ground, panting heavily. His long, dark brown hair was disheveled, and his eyes still held some unease as he looked up at the huge figure that was constantly flying and spewing flames in the distance.

He had just been startled and was still somewhat shaken. He thought he and Robert were going to be burned to death by a dragon's flame, and he even threw aside his family's Valyrian steel sword, Iceborn.

But he didn't expect that the dragon knight sitting on the dragon's back didn't even notice the little man on the ground, let alone want to burn him to death with a burst of dragon flame.

"Yes, that's right."

Robert.

Ed dusted himself off, took a deep breath, and calmed his still-shaken emotions.

He then bent down and picked up the Stark family's heirloom weapon from the ground, disregarding any semblance of dignity as the Duke of Winterfell.

"Congratulations, that's a fucking dragon!"

However, when Robert heard his good brother's words, instead of showing the expected fear, anger, or other negative emotions, he burst into laughter, his belly fat trembling slightly.

"Hahaha--"

Eddard Stark heard Robert's heartless laughter and felt so angry he almost twisted his nose.

"Your Majesty Robert, or whatever shitty king you are!"

Then the Duke of Winterfell couldn't help but swear again.

For Ed, all aristocratic honors and etiquette were forgotten on the blood-pumping, perilous battlefield. Ed angrily pointed at Robert's nose and roared.

"I must remind you, the dragon belongs to your enemy! Not you!"

"It wasn't you!"

"It almost burned us to ashes!"

"Once the war is over, its owner will want nothing more than to hoist your head onto the tip of a gun and parade it through the streets!"

But Robert didn't stop laughing after Ed finished speaking. They were still standing on the battlefield, surrounded by smoke. Then the kings of the seven kingdoms slightly suppressed their laughter, waved their hands, and said indifferently.

I don't care how I die in the future.

"That happened later."

"Ed".

"At least I know that with the dragons' help now, I won't die at the hands of those damned White Walkers anytime soon, much less become one of those disgusting monsters."

"The Riverlands, the Vale, King's Landing... I am the King of the Seven Kingdoms."

Robert pointed his thick fingers at his chest.

"I cannot stand by and watch my people die at the hands of the White Walkers."

This is why Robert refused to retreat before the Twins, and even contemplated suicide, because if he died, he would not be able to see it, and as long as he lived, he could not allow these things to happen.

"Everyone!"

"Follow me and charge!"

King Robert Baratheon of the Seven Kingdoms, his cheeks blackened by dragonfire, raised his Stormbreaker high and roared.

"drink!"

With the dragon's help, the morale of the allied forces instantly reversed 180 degrees, becoming unstoppable, and they charged towards the army of ghouls.

Far from the core battlefield, Viserys rode his dragon and flew towards the rear of the army of wights.

Rumbling--

Bellerion lowered his flight altitude and unleashed a torrent of dragonfire, slamming it into the surface of the Green Fork River. The hard ice shattered instantly, and countless ghouls standing on the ice fell into the cold, swift-flowing water.

Viserys sat upright on Balerion's back, the wind howling in his ears, his violet eyes fixed on the White Walkers not far away.

He spotted the White Walker in the very center, wearing an ice crown.

"He is the Night King."

Viserys' heart tightened slightly.

But in the distance.

Hundreds of skeletal horses stood silently behind the legion of the dead, watching helplessly as the dragon breathed dragonfire and burned countless ghouls to death.

The Night King, holding the reins with one hand, gazed at the young dragon rider on the dragon's back, while Viserys was also looking at him from afar.

The two locked eyes.

Clang——

Viserys drew the twilight from his waist.

"Whoa!"

The Night King uttered a chilling voice, then stretched out his hand, and a short icy spear gradually condensed in his hand before he hurled it at Viserys!

He wouldn't personally intervene in the case of a mere mortal, but the human before him seemed to be no ordinary mortal.

whoosh-

The icy spear tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound, flying straight towards the dragon rider on the dragon's back.

Chapter 393 The White Walkers Retreat

"Ok?"

The dragon knight sitting on the dragon's back immediately sensed the danger.

He saw the icy spear thrown by the Night King, his clear eyes narrowed slightly, and he gripped the Star Sword tightly.

"Belle Rien".

Viserys gave a low, sharp reply.

"Ho-"

The dragon let out a deep roar and lowered its altitude slightly, but it still couldn't shake off the Night King's spear.

The icy spear emitted a piercing whistle as it tore through the air, piercing the white snowstorm and flying straight toward the dragon rider on the dragon's back.

The Night King made his move, intending to kill the dragon knight who posed a threat to him.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Viserys' eyes flickered with a faint purple light, and a complex magic circle appeared in his eyes.

"The Eye of a Moment—"

He then tilted his head slightly and swung the crimson sword in his hand, striking the icy short spear.

boom--

A loud bang suddenly erupted in mid-air.

This was the first round of the battle between the Night King and the Dragon King. The Frost Spear suddenly shattered into countless ice shards that scattered across the ground.

May the Seven Gods protect His Highness!

The allied soldiers and nobles from the seven kingdoms who were charging up from afar all witnessed the battle between the dragon knight and the Night King. Their hearts were in their throats, and some even began to pray silently.

Dragon Knights represent humanity's last glory and hope, supporting the Allied Forces' high-end combat capabilities.

If Viserys were shot here, humanity's newly nascent hope would once again plummet into despair.

The Night King once used this move to nearly kill the Warden of the North and the kings of the Seven Kingdoms. Many soldiers have witnessed the power of the Night King's move; he throws spears with his bare hands like giant crossbows, and with extremely high accuracy, directly blowing up the snow shelters on the Wall.

"Oh my god!"

"this..."

However, when they saw the Frost Spear shatter in mid-air by Viserys's sword, they gasped in surprise, some speechless.

They hadn't expected Viserys to be able to shatter the Night King's spear with a single sword strike.

As the dragon rider facing the Night King, Viserys rode on the dragon's back, his belt tightened around him, the wind howling in his ears. He held the twilight in his hand and gripped the saddle ring on the dragon's back with the other.

He bore all the pressure from the Night King.

"Roar--"