Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

He probably never imagined that a giant dragon already existed in this world, and that it would personally intervene to stop him.

The last time he went out was thousands of years ago, and it's hard to say whether dragons even existed in the world back then.

Perhaps it was still active near the Fourteenth Peak of Valyria, or perhaps it wasn't even a creature of this world, but at least it wasn't in his sight at that time.

However, although the God of Cold's divine power was insufficient, the King of Light's condition did not seem to be much better.

Viserys glimpsed that within the seemingly blazing red light of the south, there appeared to be many black threads interspersed.

The King of Light has caught a cold?

Viserys asked Melisandre for the reason, but the Red Priestess remained silent for a long time, then shook her head slightly, unable to give an answer.

Her dialogue with God was always Rahul speaking, and she listening.

She said that Rahlo did not respond at all, and no one knew whether he had even heard her.

Even the strange revelation she was given before, which she followed, she still doesn't understand why... she was told to do it?

What does the Lord of Light want from Viserys?

A moment of doubt flashed through the red-robed witch's mind, but she quickly shook her head.

But once the seed of doubt is planted, it is difficult to eradicate, and the woman's expression showed a slight confusion and uncertainty.

Melisandre then remained silent for a long time before finally asking again.

"If that is truly the case, Your Majesty."

"Don't we have a chance to win this time? Can we take this opportunity to kill the Night King?"

Regardless, Melisandre knew she was Rahlo's servant.

Her mission is to eliminate the White Walkers and help the true king save the world.

Now that the King of Light has told them that the God of Cold's divine power is insufficient and his foundation is unstable, isn't this the best opportunity?

He killed the servants of the God of Cold in one fell swoop, thus completely ending the chaos of the Others that had plagued the world.

"Hard to say."

Viserys took a deep breath and then shook his head.

Whether or not the Night King can be killed depends mainly on whether he gives us the opportunity.

"I tried my best to find and kill him."

Viserys is a very special being because of Valyria's unique, lost black magic.

As far as he knew, there were two other such special beings: the Night King and the legendary Three-Eyed Raven.

The Three-Eyed Raven's main ability is not in combat, but in traversing the river of time, knowing the secrets of the past, and also being able to see a glimpse of the future.

The Night King, on the other hand, can endlessly mass produce troops as long as he lives, overwhelming all opponents with sheer numbers.

Therefore, if he is determined to hide, Viserys will not be able to find him, and there is nothing he can do.

...

A biting cold wind blew in from the north.

Snowflakes began to fall again in the sky above Twin Rivers.

Not long after the ever-flowing Green Fork River froze for the first time in nearly sixty years, it was covered with a layer of frost again.

After a year and a half of arduous and protracted fighting against the White Walkers, all the Allied soldiers had gained considerable experience.

Just looking at the terrible weather, with the white snowstorm in the distance seeming like a thousand horses galloping in, one knew that the White Walkers had arrived once again.

"Fuck him!"

Sandor Clegane, clad in armor, sat on a tree stump outside the camp, a greatsword beside him, gazing into the distance, cursing, and spitting.

He had actually drunk a couple of ounces of liquor today and wanted to come to the Dothraki camp to have a word with Viserys.

Because he was the only one capable of killing his brother.

Of course, this isn't a love-hate relationship.

Sandor truly hated his brother Gregor Clegane, the "Mountain," to the core, wishing he could skin him alive, and therefore he didn't want anyone to beat him to it.

He heard that his brother was imprisoned in the water dungeon of Pentos, where he was examined every day, and instead of being killed, he was tormented for the rest of his life.

However, Sandor drank with a belly full of anger, but when he arrived at the gate of the Dothraki camp and saw the group of tall and strong steppe warriors, and after a gust of wind, his bad temper was immediately cured.

Just as Sandor hesitated, the White Walkers arrived.

woo-

woo-

The alarm blared in Twin Rivers, echoing across the sky, and the Allied camp immediately sprang into action.

The White Walkers were still far from their stronghold, but the scouts had already spotted them.

Large numbers of Allied soldiers poured out of the camp and began to form ranks on the banks of the Green Fork River, while commanders on horseback loudly relayed orders.

"At the front!"

"Hurry up!"

The commander at the front, Randyll Tarly, rode on his warhorse, his bald head now only missing one ear, the other left on the battlefield of the Wall.

At this moment, he held his family's Valyrian steel sword, Heartbreaker, and directed his soldiers to form ranks on the riverbank.

Allied soldiers, clad in various family armors, lined up along the riverbank, stretching out their battle lines, their banners fluttering in the wind.

Meanwhile, catapults and giant crossbows were also brought out, and sharp spears gleamed coldly, pointing straight at the opposite bank of the river, forming a super-strong long-range firepower position.

After Viserys arrived, the human alliance fully utilized its advantages. The White Walkers' advantage lay in their fearlessness and tireless nature, while the humans' advantage lay in their advanced productivity and intelligence.

With all of humanity united, countless weapons of war were mass-produced and continuously transported to the battlefield.

The first batch of dragonglass from Dragonstone was also transported over, but due to time constraints and limited quantity, it was only used to make arrowheads for giant crossbows, in the hope of sniping the White Walkers.

And at this time.

"Ho-"

A dragon's roar resounded throughout the sky, and a huge black dragon swept across the sky, sweeping up a gale that made the soldiers on the ground twist and turn.

A dragon rider sat atop the dragon's back. Instead of lingering on the banks of the Green Fork River, the dragon, emboldened by its skill and daring, flew alone towards the distant direction of the White Walkers.

"This is a war between the living and the dead..."

"Fight for our homeland, for our wives, children, parents, and for all those who cannot fight!"

Robert, one of the supreme commanders, sat astride his warhorse and delivered a passionate speech.

Then.

Year 293 of the Aegonian calendar.

The Second Battle of the Twins, a pivotal event in history, officially broke out.

"Everyone! Ready!"

"put!"

Boom boom boom—

Catapults roared as they launched flaming stones toward the opposite bank of the Green Fork River.

bang——

The spears fired from the giant crossbow easily tore through the formation of the undead army, stringing the ghouls together like candied hawthorns on a skewer.

"kill!"

The Allied soldiers unleashed unprecedented power, pushing the ghouls that had crossed the Green Fork River back.

Chapter 411 Wildfire Ships

"Ho-"

The dragon hovered in the sky, spewing flames from time to time, engulfing a large number of ghouls in a sea of ​​fire.

Rumbling--

The ice frozen by the Night King melted once again under the raging dragon flames. Many of the rushing wights lost their footing and fell into the water, where they were swept away by the surging river, or were shot through the neck by burning arrows and fell to the ground.

bang——

Another sharp arrow, full of force, pierced directly through the skull of a ghoul. The arrowhead went in through the eye socket and came out from the back of the head, and the oil smeared on the arrow was burning the ghoul's body.

The wight, clad in Reach soldier armor, let out a sharp howl and collapsed onto the ice. He tried to struggle to his feet, but was crushed by the hordes of wights surging up from behind.

Randy Tarly, the commander at the front, slowly lowered his bow and arrow, his expression somewhat solemn.

As a commander who had fought the White Walkers many times, he keenly sensed that the White Walkers had come prepared this time, perhaps having learned from their previous defeat.

After all, humanity now has a powerful ally.

Randy Tarly raised his head slightly and looked up at the sky. The black dragon was still moving through the wind and snow, and the flames it spewed down burned the group of ghouls that had rushed to the river to ashes, while also melting the solid ice.

Randy Tully is a tough guy who is rigid, shrewd, and has an iron will; he is also known for his bluntness.

His rigidity was reflected in his insistence on certain issues.

For example, the affirmation of oaths and loyalty to lords and kings.

For example, he believed that women should stay in the delivery room instead of wielding weapons, while men should be brave and fearless, fighting to the death on the battlefield.

This is why he was extremely dissatisfied with his eldest son, Samwell Tully, because Samwell was obese, timid, and extremely lacking in self-confidence, yet he was blind to Samwell's strengths, such as his intelligence, love of reading, and thoughtfulness...

Randyll Tarly's shrewdness was reflected on the battlefield; he was the most renowned general in the Reach, known for his flexible and cunning tactics.

He once defeated Robert Baratheon in a direct confrontation at the Battle of Poplar Beach, which was the only defeat Robert had ever suffered in his life.

He didn't actually like Viserys, even though he had fought to the very end for House Targaryen.

In his view, he had fulfilled his loyalty to House Targaryen, and now he had submitted to House Baratheon along with his lord.

Viserys's return with his army was seen as an invasion by Viserys, and Viserys's vanguard consisted of alien races and rebels.

Even so, he had to admit that Viserys' arrival greatly relieved the pressure on the allied forces.