Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

As a nomadic people, all Dothraki were skilled cavalrymen, true experts in mounted tactics, and Kago, who could command 20,000 Dothraki, was naturally no exception.

Eddard Stark, the Duke of Winterfell, and Stannis, who had left the meeting, were assigned to Khago's forces.

The cavalry, commanding the various families of the seven kingdoms, joined forces with the Dothraki in the battle.

Chapter 406 A Narrow Escape

Kago spoke a few words in Dothraki with a cold gaze.

Eddard Stark couldn't understand, but he didn't seem to have any complaints when he looked at the other person.

The man with long, dark brown hair nodded slightly.

"it is good."

After all, he had heard of the Dothraki before; they were a people on horseback, and everyone was a cavalry expert. So he nodded and agreed.

At this point, all the major commanders of the Allied forces had been assigned.

Viserys is a very special figure in the army, even more important than anyone else. He controls the dragons to burn the undead army and even faces the Night King's threat alone. Nominally, he is the commander-in-chief of the army, just like Robert.

Soon after the meeting adjourned, Viserys, accompanied by his guards, mounted his warhorse and left the Twins, returning to the Dothraki camp.

However, he took one person with him from the Twins: Maester Aemon, the patriarch of the Targaryen family.

Maester Aemon was so old that all his contemporaries had long since died out; he lived 200 years before the Aegonian calendar.

He became the only lonely old ship in the new era, upholding his vow on the desperate Great Wall, with no relatives, no friends, only facing the vast white snowflakes beyond the Great Wall.

Now, after going through many hardships, he finally met one of the few relatives he had in this world, but he was also the great-grandson of his brother Aegon, who was three generations younger than him.

“You look a lot like Aegon…and your bloodline is very pure; I sense the power of shared blood and fire within you…”

With his white, blind eyes open, Maester Aemon touched the outline of Viserys's cheek and roughly figured out what his great-nephew looked like.

Aegon V was Aemon's younger brother. He had long silver hair, a tall stature, and a very handsome face. It was rumored that he was born with the aura of a king, which even led his sisters to use aphrodisiacs to fight over him.

Then, Imon spoke, his voice trembling.

"Has young Viserys married his wife yet?"

Viserys naturally knew that the 'Aegon' mentioned by his great-grandfather was Aegon V, not the young Aegon whose identity was yet to be confirmed, and he nodded and spoke.

"Unmarried, Uncle Zeng."

"However, he is already engaged; his fiancée is a princess of Dorne."

"Princess Dorne? A marriage arranged because of the alliance?"

The old man sat quietly in his chair listening to Viserys speak, and then asked a question.

Viserys paused for a moment, then nodded.

"Ah."

Then I saw the white-haired old man in front of me, his mouth full of teeth, opening and letting out a hearty laugh in a hoarse voice, and then he spoke.

“You did the right thing, young Viserys…”

"Now that I've inherited the throne, I must kill the boy in my heart..."

"Remember, kill the boy in your heart, and marry a wife of suitable status, not a wife you love or who loves you."

"However, in order to maintain the stability of the kingdom, our family's marriage alliance with Dorne is an ancient tradition."

House Targaryen and House Martell of Dorne were originally bitter enemies, but unexpectedly, they later became deeply entrenched allies.

The reason lies in the extremely frequent intermarriages between the two tribes; almost every few generations of kings had a queen from Dorne.

“My grandfather was Daeron II, my grandmother was Princess Myriad Martell of Dorne, and my mother was also from Dorne, Diana Dayne of House Dayne, who married my father, Mecca.”

Maester Aemon's voice trembled, and he even spoke with some difficulty, occasionally needing to stop and catch his breath.

However, the old man continued to talk incessantly, as if he had much to say, and Viserys listened patiently, learning a great deal of wisdom from him.

Afterwards, Viserys wanted to send Maester Aemon to Pentos by ship, but the old man insisted on staying on the battlefield to uphold his Night's Watch oath.

...

The allied forces are actively preparing for the next White Walker attack.

North of the Neck Marsh, on the vast land already occupied by the Legion of the Dead, everything was covered in white snow, desolate and filled with deathly silence.

A small, weak figure was bound by heavy chains on his hands and feet. His head was disproportionately large, with a protruding forehead covered in dark red scabs. He was ugly, with one eye blue and the other black, and had golden hair and a messy beard.

He was Tyrion Lannister, who miraculously survived in the cellars of Carlin Bay.

The wildfire explosions affected a wide area, but Tyrion survived because he was hiding underground.

The shockwave from the explosion destroyed the cellar walls, freeing him, but the chains on his hands and feet remained.

Tyrion was buried under the rubble for an unknown amount of time. The Night King survived the wildfire explosion unharmed and continued south, followed by the army of the dead, which saved Tyrion's life once again.

After Tyrion awoke, he crawled out of the ruins with his bare hands, his hands stained with blood, and then began to wander aimlessly through the dead-end North, dragging his heavy chains.

He longed to meet anyone he could talk to, but unfortunately he didn't. However, Tyrion was also lucky enough not to encounter any wandering wights.

During this time, Tyrion relied on gnawing on tree bark, grass, and frozen corpses. He was willing to do anything he could eat in order to survive.

However, on this day...

Tyrion, who had reached the limits of both his physical and mental state in a daze, accidentally fell into a trap. But his first thought after falling in was not fear, but ecstasy, utter ecstasy, before he fainted.

"Based on the sigil he wears, he is likely Tyrion Lannister, the second son of Tywin Lannister, the Warden of the West."

Benjen weighed the golden lion badge he had taken from Tyrion in his hand briefly before speaking.

"He's the Little Devil?"

When Sir Elisa Thorne saw the ugly dwarf on the ground, he spat. He had initially thought it was prey, but it turned out to be the Imp.

"Luckily you reacted quickly, otherwise I would have thought he was a ghoul and chopped him down with one blow."

Should we take him with us?

Meanwhile, on the other side, 'Wandering Raven' Yuren hesitated for a moment before asking, "It's not a simple matter when it involves high-ranking nobles; if you're not careful, you might get yourself into trouble."

"Of course! My brother!"

"Where do you want to go? Please be sure to take me with you."

“As you all know, ‘Lannisters always pay their debts,’ and I am a Lannister.”

"My father is the Duke of Casterly Rock. Do you like gold? Beautiful women, castles? Just rescue me and you'll have all of these things."

Meanwhile, Tyrion, who had quietly awakened on the ground at some unknown time, had been eavesdropping on their conversation for quite some time.

Only after confirming that they were not in any danger did he suddenly open his eyes and speak.

Suddenly, a person who had fainted started talking and rattled off a long string of words, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time, which startled everyone present.

Ban Yang hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

"We were also saved by someone, and we were also entrusted by someone to go find Viserys."

"There is someone who wants to see him."

Chapter 407 The First Battle of the Allied Forces

Year 293 of the Aegonian calendar.

Since the White Walkers retreated on New Year's Day in 293, a Dothraki cavalry force was the first to engage the White Walkers, who were gradually emerging from the Neck, in the new year.

"howl--"

Dothraki, riding on horseback, let out a howl even more piercing than the wights, then poured the barrels of oil tied to his horse onto the ground, threw torches on the ground to ignite the oil, successfully splitting apart the undead army's formation.

bang bang bang-

Then, arrows pierced through the sea of ​​fire and fell into the legion of the dead, and countless ghouls fell down like wheat being harvested.

The legion of the dead is different from humans; Viserys had told Kagor that he couldn't use the same tactics against humans.

Humans experience fear and dread. Often, less elite troops are easily demoralized by a single Dothraki charge, their morale collapses, and they are then slaughtered at will by the Dothraki.

But ghouls are different. Ghouls don't know fatigue or fear. To confront a ghoul head-on is undoubtedly a suicide mission. Even if the cavalry has strong armor, they will perish if they charge in.

Therefore, the Dothraki adopted a more flexible and varied approach to fighting the wights.

That's the hunting tactic they use when hunting, constantly driving and running away the army of ghouls, since ghouls only have two legs and can't run as fast as warhorses, and they don't know how to use bows and arrows.

Then they used oil to set traps to lure these mindless wights, and burned them to ashes, just as the Dothraki would drive and lure wild beasts into traps when hunting them.

Call ~

A raging fire broke out in an instant.

The Dothraki, riding on horseback, held the reins in one hand and raised his scimitar high in the bright sunlight.

A series of sharp howls, like wolf howls, rose and fell as the ghouls were engulfed in flames, their gray-brown fur fluttering slightly in the cold wind.

After an unknown amount of time, the flames died down, leaving the ground charred black, with only a final flicker of light remaining.

Then, facing the few remaining wights they had surrounded and annihilated, the Dothraki abandoned their bows and arrows and chose to press their advantage.

They decided to crush them with a single charge.

"Oh harat!"

Clad in fur armor, Kago shouted the order to charge in Dothraki, determined to crush the ghouls. The Dothraki's momentum was unstoppable.

Rumbling--

Then came the thunderous sound of horses' hooves, and dust and snowflakes flew up.

Clang clang clang—

Countless scimitars were drawn and raised high, reflecting a chilling light in the sunlight, before gracefully falling and cleanly severing the heads of the ghouls.

And they trampled their bodies to pieces with their hooves, scimitars reaped heads, and amidst the chaos of the horses' hooves, the remaining hundreds of ghouls were all crushed into dust by the chaotic iron hooves.

Among the ghouls, the leader was a white-haired and white-bearded Other.

He was tall and wore ice-blue armor. He wielded an ice sword and killed several Dothraki cavalrymen. A rusty Ice Wolf emblem was pinned to his chest.