Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

As it watched the humans charge forward once more, its azure eyes became terrifying, and it let out a piercing roar that seemed to crack the ice.

"Hey—"

Then he was killed by Kago with a skillful hidden dagger move from horseback.

His legs were tightly gripping the horse's belly when he suddenly leaned forward, almost crashing to the ground from a distance, but his legs remained firmly clamped to the horse's belly, preventing him from falling off.

"Ogat!"

Kagor used this technique to dodge the White Walker's sword strike, roared "Die!" in Dothraki, and then swung his sword back to strike the White Walker's neck.

bang——

The Valyrian steel scimitar slashed directly into the White Walker's neck. The White Walker didn't even have time to scream before its body exploded, scattering into countless shards of ice.

Clang—

The dire wolf emblem on his chest also fell to the ground.

When they saw Kagor kill the White Walker with a single blow using his family's ancestral dragonsteel scimitar, cheers erupted from the Dothraki crowd, creating a lively atmosphere.

They worship the strong.

Although Kagor was appointed by Khal to be a Blood Guard, he was able to command his people not because of Viserys's arrangements, but because his own strength earned the respect of his people.

Kill the most ruthless, ride the most ferocious horse.

Khal rode the tribe’s most powerful warhorse, Viserys rode a dragon and was naturally invincible, while Khal’s horse was second only to Viserys’s in the tribe.

Of course, this is without considering Khaleesi.

Because of that war, Rhaenys rode Rhaegal and set the Dothraki on fire, numbing them completely. As a result, the Dothraki who later submitted to Viserys recognized Rhaenys as their Khaleesi.

After killing the White Walkers, Kagor sat upright on his warhorse, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily.

But he held a curved knife in one hand, then spread his arms wide, revealing his strong chest without any defense.

Kago displayed his bravery to the surrounding tribesmen and listened to their cheers and worship.

At the same time, Kago roared loudly in the obscure Dothraki language, which was met with even louder cheers.

"Hoohoho!"

All the Dothraki raised their scimitars in unison and let out a deafening howl.

It was as if demons were dancing wildly.

However, this is the true living environment of the Dothraki, a nomadic people who do not engage in production but specialize in plunder. Their lives revolve around killing and rape, with nothing else.

The Dothraki were celebrating their victory, but Eddard Stark and Stannis, who were watching from a short distance away, felt a chill run down their spines.

The two turned around and looked at each other.

"These barbarians... are terrifying."

“I have no doubt that killing us all would be a simple after-dinner exercise for these barbarians.”

Ed frowned, his tone somewhat heavy.

Stannis's expression was equally somber, but he remained silent.

He had already figured it out: if the Targaryens wanted to attack Westeros, their first stop would definitely be Dragonstone.

Whether you lose it sooner or later, it's all the same. Thinking about it this way makes me feel much better.

Kago was their commander, which formed the basis of their cooperation and was also political. Kago accepted the appointment on behalf of Viserys, and the two were to lead the cavalry of the Seven Kingdoms to fight alongside the Dothraki.

Today, they discovered the trail of a small army of the undead, so the two of them, along with their guards, came to learn and observe. They never expected to witness such a terrifying scene.

The Dothraki annihilated this small army of the dead with minimal losses.

Each of them was a top-notch horseman among the allied cavalry.

And at this time.

Kago rode up to them on his warhorse, accompanied by a translator. He spoke a few words in Dothraki, which were then translated into Common. Eddard nodded slightly in response.

It was basically asking them if they understood the Dothraki tactics.

"Here, take this."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Kago nodded slightly.

Then he took out the direwolf sigil from his pocket, which had fallen after the White Walker died, and tossed it to Eddard.

"It looks similar to the other thing on your chest, so it might be of some use to you."

Snapped--

Ed reached out and caught the clan crest that was thrown to him from mid-air.

At first, he was a little confused, but his expression suddenly changed after he opened his palm.

Chapter 408 The Revelation of the King of Light

The Dothraki annihilated an army of the dead, and their victory boosted the morale of the allied forces.

However, when they returned, it was already night, and the sky was completely dark.

In the Dothraki camp, flickering firelight illuminated the area; most soldiers were already resting, while a few were on night watch.

A flock of crows flew across the sky.

fluttering—

It then landed on top of a huge tent in the camp, tilted its head slightly, and let out a cry.

These sounds gave life and vitality to the world. The North had become a complete dead zone. Due to the cold climate, even animals and birds had died. Naturally, these sounds that brought life had also disappeared.

Human soldiers are fighting here to prevent their homeland from becoming the desolate wasteland of the North, and to prevent their wives, children, and elderly parents from turning into wights.

The tent that the flock of crows landed on was the Khal's residence in the camp, a magnificent golden-domed tent.

Most of the camp was already dark, but this place was still brightly lit because Viserys hadn't gone to bed yet. He had work to finish, and staying up all night had long been the norm.

And at this time.

Two Dothraki guards, each holding a torch, led a woman dressed in thin red clothes into the tent.

“Kao”.

"This woman is talking about your friend."

The guards in the camp spoke in Dothraki.

"Ok?"

Viserys, who was sitting in the large tent, writing something at the table, slightly raised his head.

He paused for a moment when he saw the woman in red whom he hadn't seen in a long time, then nodded to the two Dothraki guards and spoke in fluent Dothraki as well.

"Yes, she is my friend."

"You may leave."

Upon hearing Khao's words, the two Dothraki guards lowered their heads slightly and said nothing more.

Then he lifted the tent flap and went outside.

The person who arrived was none other than Melisandre, who had disappeared long ago.

However, Viserys did not believe that the mysterious woman had died on the battlefield.

Because her name is now gradually spreading throughout the seven kingdoms, mainly among the lowest-ranking people in the seven kingdoms.

Melisandre followed millions of refugees from the North into the South, where millions were displaced and impoverished by attacks from the White Walkers, a time when they were utterly helpless and alone.

Their once unwavering faith crumbled, for their God had done nothing to help them during the White Walkers' attack, nor had He brought any hope.

Melisandre took this opportunity to quietly begin spreading the faith of R'hllor, the Lord of Light.

The Red God faith has not penetrated Westeros significantly over the years, and most parts of the Seven Kingdoms still firmly believe in the Seven Gods.

The North's mainstream religion is the Old Gods, the Iron Islands worship the Drowned Gods, and Dorne has both the Seven Gods and natural creatures.

But now.

R'hllor's faith finally found an opportunity and began to appear on a large scale across Westeros.

Melisandre, on a white horse and dressed in red, continually proclaimed the faith of the Red God to the people during this time of despair.

She told people that in such a time of crisis, only by following the true King and having faith in Rahul could their lives be saved.

Darkness and light, cold and heat, life and death.

Rahlo is the mortal enemy of the God of Cold. The more followers Rahlo has, the stronger the god's power against the God of Cold becomes.

As a result, thanks to the strength and mobility of the millions of refugees in the North, Melisandre's name gradually began to spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms, reaching the ears of some nobles, and even Cersei, now the regent, had heard of Melisandre's name.

Cersei wanted to bring her into the Red Keep to meet her and see if there was anything she could do with her, and whether this red witch was really as skilled in prophecy and omnipotent as the rumors suggested.

Unfortunately, Melisandre did not accept Cersei's offer to recruit her.

Instead, she vanished without a trace in King's Landing that very day, and even the Gold Robe's city-wide search could not find her.

It was clear that King's Landing was no longer impregnable. Followers of R'hllor helped Melisandre escape King's Landing, and Melisandre later reappeared in Viserys's camp.

Viserys had assumed that Melisandre might use this power to settle down as an 'archbishop' or take the opportunity to challenge the High Priest of the Red Temple in Volantis.

Benedict is known as the "Fire of Truth," the "Light of Wisdom," and the "Chief Servant of the King of Light."

However, unexpectedly, the other party returned after obtaining such great power.

"His Majesty."

"Long time no see."

Soon, only Viserys and Melisandre remained in the golden tent. The red-haired witch slightly bent her knees, her red dress scattered on the ground.

Then he slowly stood up and walked to Viserys' side.

Melisandre still had that captivating look, her eyes lingering on Viserys.

Viserys' brow relaxed slightly, and he then put away what he had been writing on the table.

"Indeed, it's been a long time."