Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Then the dragon's wings suddenly vibrated violently, emitting a deafening roar. It flew close to the ground and then quickly gained altitude, weaving through the white snowstorm.

Call ~

Call ~

The wind howled in my ears.

"To defeat the White Walkers, we must first defeat the Night King..."

Viserys sat atop the dragon's back, his gaze piercing through the wind and snow as he looked down, clutching the twilight in his hand.

"Kill him."

And on the ground below.

The Night King still held the reins of the skeletal horse with one hand. He saw his attack being blocked but didn't even flinch.

Because in his view, this was something he took for granted.

This dragon knight, like himself, is a special being somewhere between gods and mortals, but this range is quite wide.

Then.

The Night King drew an ancient stone sword from his back, its surface covered with a layer of frost. This was the first time he had drawn the sword from his back.

He possesses two swords: one is the transparent ice sword used by all the White Walkers, and the other is the stone sword on his back.

He looked up at the white sky, where the wind and snow were still raging, and his eyes flickered with icy blue flames as he searched for the dragon's whereabouts.

And at this time.

"Ho-"

A dragon's roar suddenly came from above his head. The Night King turned his head sharply, and what he saw was an overwhelming torrent of dragon flames pouring down from the sky.

"Dragon Flame".

Viserys gripped the saddle ring on the dragon's back and gave the order to Bellerion.

Rumbling--

The dragon roared and spewed dragonfire, crimson pillars of fire raining down from the sky and pounding the ground. Several ancestors of the Stark family were affected and engulfed by the raging dragonfire, the light of which was dazzling and could be seen from a great distance.

The other White Walkers seemed to sense the threat as well. This time, they no longer stood still foolishly, but instead steered their skeletal horses away into the distance.

The wind and snow howled in Viserys' ears, but not much snow fell on him because Belerien's body temperature was very high, and all the snowflakes that fell on the dragon melted away.

"Can we take him down?"

The young dragon knight stared intently at the very center of the dragon flames bombarding below, and involuntarily clenched his fists.

He wasn't sure if Dragon Flame could kill the Night King.

Then Bellerion exhaled all his dragonfire in one breath, and with a flap of his wings, his massive body rose into the air, and the Black Death once again circled high in the sky.

And below.

The dragon flames, which had been blazing like a small sun, were slowly dying out in the center of the fire because there was no fuel.

Viserys' gaze pierced through the snow and looked down, where several Stark ancestors, along with their skeletal horses, had vanished in the dragonfire.

To his disappointment, after the flames slowly died down, the Night King, who was in the very center being relentlessly attacked by the dragon's flames, was not burned to death.

The Night King knelt on one knee on the scorched ground, looking somewhat disheveled. He gripped the ancient and mysterious stone sword tightly in one hand, holding it horizontally in front of him.

It seems that the stone sword played a huge role in the fight against the dragon flames. The Night King himself was unharmed, while the skeletal horse beneath him had been melted by the dragon flames.

Then, sensing that the surrounding flames had died down, the Night King raised his head and looked at the black dragon circling in the sky. His eyes flickered with flames as he slowly stood up from the ground.

"Ho-"

The enormous dragon moved through the wind and snow, letting out a roar.

At this moment, the battlefield was filled with the smoke of gunpowder, and the white snow and smoke intertwined, while the sky gradually turned a pale white.

Dawn is approaching.

The remaining White Walkers ignored the deaths of their three comrades and focused all their attention on the Night King.

The Night King hesitated for a moment, then held the stone sword and let out a roar that sounded like ice cracking.

On the battlefield ahead.

The vast number of ghouls seemed to have heard the Night King's command, and then, like the receding tide, they slowly retreated.

The tide receded, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation.

Countless allied soldiers and nobles who had charged ahead saw the White Walkers finally retreat, and even their shouts were hoarse and they could not utter any cheers.

They could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground. Some fell fast asleep, while others, due to severe injuries, never woke up again after collapsing.

After a night of fierce fighting, dawn finally broke.

This was the first time the human alliance had successfully repelled a White Walker attack since the war against the White Walkers began.

Chapter 394 Post-War Devastation

"We've won, haven't we?"

"Ed".

The blizzard seemed to leave along with the footsteps of the legion of the dead, and after a night of fierce fighting, the sky finally began to brighten.

The brilliant sunlight tore through the darkness and pierced the clouds, shining down on the silent battlefield along the Green Fork River.

Robert Baratheon, King of the Seven Kingdoms, lay on the scorched earth, burned by dragonfire, refusing to get up, while Eddard Stark, Duke of Winterfell, lay on the ground beside him, covered in grime.

And not far away.

Stannis Baratheon, the Duke of Dragonstone and the King's younger brother, was holding a longsword with a chipped blade, watching the medic bandage the wound on his hand with a slight frown.

Four fingers on his left hand were bitten off by a ghoul in a recent battle.

If you looked closely, you could see the throbbing veins on Stannis's forehead, but Stannis remained as still as a stone, clenching his teeth and not uttering a sound.

The military doctor who bandaged his wounds also greatly admired this man's amazing willpower.

Tywin Lannister, the Warden of the West, was also somewhat disheveled, his lion armor covered in blood and his gold-threaded cloak torn.

The Duke of Casterly Rock staggered to his feet, then was helped up by the family knights. He was slightly out of breath, and a rare look of bewilderment appeared in his eyes.

"Your Majesty the Duke."

The Duke of Casterly Rock then maintained his composure and, with the help of his family knights, mounted his warhorse.

Edmure Tully, the heir to the Riverlands, who had been feigning death on the battlefield during the height of the war, discovered that the war was over.

Then Edmure smeared blood on his face, seized the opportunity when no one was paying attention, and quickly got up. He supported himself with one hand on the hilt of his sword, pretending to be exhausted and about to collapse, which made the Riverrun soldiers who were searching for him weep with joy.

The surviving descendants of the Frey family also found their ancestor, who had jumped to his death, on the frozen surface of the Green Fork River. However, by then, old Frey's body was already cold.

The mournful cries of the Frey family's filial sons and grandsons suddenly echoed across the Green Fork River.

Perhaps because the river wasn't frozen solid enough, or perhaps because the Night King's brief retreat with his army of the dead caused the temperature in the Twins to rise slightly.

The frozen surface of the Green Fork River had loosened somewhat, and with the large number of people gathered on the ice by the Frey family, an accident suddenly occurred where the ice broke without any warning.

These mourning sons and grandsons of the Frey family, along with the corpses of their ancestors, fell into the icy river.

The sudden turn of events once again threw the banks of the Green Fork River into chaos, with people lending a helping hand to rescue the Frey family members who had fallen into the water.

Unfortunately, due to the vastness of the Green Fork River and the severe ice breakage, boats were temporarily brought in to rescue many people. However, more than a dozen people, along with the body of the Frey family patriarch, were swept away by the river and disappeared without a trace.

On the banks of the Green Fork, the Frey family's cries grew louder, even sounding more genuine.

Even after the victory in the war, there were still many messy and chaotic things to deal with.

The Duke of Winterfell shook his head slightly upon hearing the king's words.

"Don't be too happy yet."

"This is only a temporary victory, Robert."

Eddard Stark lay on the ground, his voice weak and feeble.

"The White Walkers will return."

The army of the dead was only briefly repelled, perhaps to accumulate more strength, or perhaps for other purposes, but Eddard did not believe that the White Walkers would give up and stop at the Neck.

Even a brief victory is still a victory.

Robert lay on the ground catching his breath for a few moments, then sat up, dusted himself off, and looked very optimistic.

And at this time.

A dragon's roar suddenly echoed from the horizon, and a colossal figure appeared in everyone's sight with its wings spread wide. Viserys, who had gone to pursue the undead army, had finally returned.

"Ho-"

The dragon roared, and a huge black shadow loomed over the ground. Then Balerion descended from the sky and landed in front of Robert Baratheon.

boom--

The dragon landed with a tremendous roar, and billowing shockwaves spread far and wide.

Robert Baratheon and Eddard, who were sitting on the ground, were both choked by the smoke and dust, and the Allied soldiers in the distance were also affected.

"What does Your Highness wish to do?"

Some nobles loyal to Robert Baratheon tensed up at the sight, such as his two missing Kingsguard, but they dared not approach, after all, the big guy was still there.

Many of the allied soldiers chose to stand by and watch, sitting on the ground with their weapons, not even standing up. They would not step forward to help without their lord's order.

"He...is Viserys."

Tywin Lannister, being helped to sit on horseback, gazed into the distance at the extraordinary young dragon rider seated atop a dragon.

But he was too far away to see Viserys's face clearly.

At the eye of the storm, the two people most severely affected were choking and coughing incessantly.

"Cough-cough-"

"Pooh."

Robert coughed up a mouthful of dust, looking rather disheveled, and Eddard Stark wasn't much better off.