Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Kago's eyes, fixed on the soaring green light in the distance, revealed a look of surprise and uncertainty.

He hadn't expected that these tin cans would possess such terrifying weapons.

But Kago quickly came to his senses and no longer hesitated. He seized the opportunity and immediately ordered a surprise attack.

Melisandre, the Red Priestess, followed the Dothraki cavalry to the White Walkers' rear.

Through a translator, she instructed Kago to raise all his cavalrymen's weapons high. Then she seized Kago's Valyrian steel sword and whispered a spell.

Since that night, Melisandre has noticed that the magic surging within her has been greatly enhanced, and her magic is extremely abundant.

She hadn't expected this benefit; the ruby ​​on her chest became even more vibrant, helping her dispel the surrounding chill.

Even the fierce Dothraki were shivering from the cold, while she only needed a single layer of clothing to keep warm.

The night was desolate, and the surroundings were shrouded in darkness.

Melisandre held the blade in her hand, yet her skin remained unbroken. She silently chanted an incantation, and her long, copper-colored hair began to move without wind, while her robes fluttered gently.

The Dothraki Kago initially held a somewhat dismissive attitude.

Because they despise witches and the like, he would never have paid any attention to them if Khal hadn't asked him to come along.

However, Kago's expression changed slightly.

Because his Valyrian scimitar burst into flames under Melisandre's hand, illuminating his cheek.

The next second, countless incredulous exclamations rang out.

"Oh my god!"

"By the Seven Gods!"

"The great horse god..."

"The stars in the sky..."

Huhuhu~

Countless knights raised their weapons high, and crimson flames blazed on their weapons.

The sky behind the army of ghouls was illuminated by the tens of thousands of torches that suddenly appeared.

Chapter 413 Have you ever seen a palm strike that falls from the sky?

And the spellcaster who created this miracle.

Melisandre took a deep breath, nearly falling off her horse.

The ruby ​​on the woman's chest dimmed considerably in an instant, yet her eyes remained bright and clear, without the slightest hint of dimming, for at this moment her recent inner conflict had been resolved.

"So... this was your intention all along?"

It was only then that Melisandre finally understood the true meaning behind the strange revelation made by the Lord of Light.

She looked up at the sky illuminated by the firelight, the cold wind ruffling her red hair, and couldn't help but murmur softly.

Tap tap…

Then, countless knights who had lit flames around her heard Kagor's command, raised their weapons, passed by Melisandre, and headed into the distance, ready to stab the White Walkers in the backside.

...

Meanwhile, on the front lines.

The explosion of wildfire swept across the river, and the green flames burned continuously on the surface, halting the advance of the legion of the dead.

The Night King's skeletal horse was melted by Viserys's dragonfire during the First Battle of the Twins, and now he stands on the ground, hidden among the army of the dead.

He had just extinguished the wildfire burning on the surface of the Green Fork River, and rebuilt a icy road across the rushing water.

However, at this moment...

Call ~

Tens of thousands of torches suddenly lit up behind the legion of the dead, illuminating the entire sky as bright as day.

Countless wights and Stark ancestors, including the Night King, couldn't help but turn their heads away.

The Night King, wearing an icy crown and carrying an ancient stone sword on his back, turned to look at the firelight behind him. His eyes were burning with icy blue flames that were dancing violently, suggesting that his heart was not as calm as it appeared.

However, at the same time...

Whew…

The wind howled overhead, and a huge shadow pierced through the snow and suddenly swooped down from the sky, letting out a loud dragon roar.

"finally--"

Viserys gripped the saddle ring on the dragon's back tightly, his eyes fixed on the Night King hidden among the countless undead on the ground.

"Got you!"

next second.

Rumbling--

A torrent of dragonfire erupted from the sky, the intense flames raging across the ground, and countless ghouls were reduced to ashes by Bellerion's dragonfire.

Ever since the wildfire explosion, Viserys has been searching for the Night King. Wildfire can burn on water, so if the Night King doesn't personally extinguish the flames, the Legion of the Dead cannot continue to cross the Green Fork River under cover of darkness to attack the Allied lines.

Viserys was waiting for the Night King, hidden in the vast sea of ​​corpses, to reveal himself.

As expected, the Night King finally couldn't resist making his move.

He extinguished the wildfire, but in doing so, he revealed his location.

Bellerion was extremely sensitive to the presence of magic, especially since the other party primarily used ice magic, making him as conspicuous as a beacon in the darkness.

The Night King's attack immediately attracted Viserys's attention, and then the dragon pierced through the snow and landed directly on his face.

In the distance, the White Walkers scattered throughout the army of the dead and the historically renowned Kings of the North all turned to look in this direction.

They sensed that the Night King was in trouble and was being directly attacked by dragons.

But they didn't dare to approach directly, because the Night King was immune to the burning of the dragon flames, but they were not; this opponent was not meant for them.

On the ground.

Rumbling--

A massive pillar of fire crashed down from the sky, pounding the earth. The dragon flapped its wings and hovered in mid-air, letting out a deafening roar.

Centered on the Night King, all the nearby wights had already turned to ashes under the dragon flames, clearing a blank space in the vast army of the dead.

The Night King, crowned with ice, remained kneeling in the center of the open space, holding his ancient stone sword high to block the impact of the dragon flames.

After an unknown amount of time, the dragon flames finally stopped.

"Ho-"

Even dragons can't breathe fire indefinitely. The huge black dragon let out a resentful roar, then spread its wings and flew away into the distance.

Seeing the black dragon leave, the Night King finally lowered the stone sword he was holding and stood up.

He watched the black dragon's departing figure, his eyes, burning with blue flames, indifferent, seemingly carrying a hint of mockery.

The human had used the same trick twice, but the dragonfire was not enough to kill him.

However, at this moment...

Before the Night King could fully stand up, the sky, illuminated by the firelight and shrouded in wind and snow, suddenly a figure descended from the sky.

Call ~

His figure pierced through the white snowstorm, the wind howling in his ears as he rapidly descended.

"Go to hell!"

The newcomer was clad in bright silver Valyrian steel armor, wearing a white-tasseled helmet, and his violet eyes shone brightly in the still-burning dragon flames.

Viserys descended from the sky, wielding the Star Sword Dusk, and thrust it straight at the Night King.

And below.

The Night King, standing on the ground, seemed to notice someone above him and suddenly looked up.

Then, illuminated by the firelight, they saw the dragon knight descending from the sky.

The flames in the Night King's eyes flickered and suddenly intensified.

He let out a roar as if the ice was cracking, and then the stone sword in his hand once again blocked in front of him, trying to stop Viserys' attack.

However, Viserys's figure, which descended from the sky, turned into a cloud of black smoke in mid-air and disappeared instantly.

The Night King's eyes narrowed suddenly, and the flames dancing in his eye sockets intensified.

And in the next second.

brush--

A scarlet longsword pierced straight into the Night King's heart from behind.

But the Night King reacted quickly, turning his head abruptly and staring directly at Viserys with his icy eyes.

This was the first time the two had faced off one-on-one.

clang--

Immediately, the stone sword in the Night King's hand and the twilight sword in Viserys' hand clashed violently, sparks flying.

"Such powerful strength."

Amidst the raging blizzard, Viserys descended from the sky, leaping from the dragon to engage the Night King in a one-on-one duel. The surrounding wights had already been cleansed by the dragonfire, and no one would disturb them.

After Viserys transformed, he attempted to assassinate the Night King from behind, but the Night King reacted in time.

As the swords clashed, Viserys immediately felt a chill that penetrated to his very bones, along with a powerful force, and his expression changed slightly.

However, Viserys reacted quickly, not having time to be shocked by the Night King's terrifying power.

His other hand had somehow already drawn a Valyrian steel dagger.

He gripped the hilt of the sword and thrust it straight into the Night King's abdomen.

"die!"