Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Chapter 414 One-on-One Challenge Against the Night King

"die!"

brush--

Viserys moved swiftly, gritting his teeth slightly, and thrust the Valyrian steel dagger in his other hand straight at the Night King's abdomen.

He knew that the other's body seemed hard but was actually incredibly fragile. If he pierced the other with dragon crystal or Valyrian steel, it would be torn to pieces in an instant.

Unfortunately, Viserys' dagger was only an inch away from the Night King's abdomen, just a hair's breadth away from piercing his body.

But the Night King reacted quickly and grabbed his wrist.

Snapped--

The Night King gripped Viserys's wrist tightly, his deep eyes flashing with a terrifying light, seemingly filled with shock and anger.

He just... was actually almost killed by a human.

Viserys, at such close range, gazed intently at this greatest enemy in human history, his eyes filled with solemnity.

"The Night King".

The opponent has been destined to destroy the entire world since eight thousand years ago, and is the biggest villain and BOSS in the entire world.

The Night King's eyes were deep and unfathomable, like a bottomless pit that devoured everything around him.

Viserys and the Night King locked eyes at close range.

Immediately, the silver-haired youth experienced an unprecedented terror for the first time, feeling a chill run down his spine and the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

"This guy..."

Viserys felt a chill run down his spine, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a bone-chilling cold emanated from the spot where the Night King was gripping his wrist.

His entire arm even became stiff and numb. If the Night King had held him for a few more seconds, Viserys might have been frozen solid.

Viserys then thrust his sword at the Night King with his right hand, forcing the Night King to release him. The Night King dodged and slashed at Viserys with his stone sword.

clang--

Their weapons clashed once more, sending the scorched earth and freshly fallen snowflakes flying.

The stone sword emanated an unprecedented and astonishing chill, while the divine weapon in Viserys's hand, Twilight, forged from the heart of a meteor, also emitted a scorching aura, dispelling the surrounding cold for Viserys.

The Night King then launched another attack, gaining the upper hand, and thrust his sword at Viserys, but Viserys slightly dodged it.

Despite wearing a full set of Valyrian steel armor, Viserys remained agile, while the Night King wore an ancient-looking bronze armor of unknown age, covered in frost.

Amidst the vast expanse of white snow and wind.

clang--

clang--

The artifacts collided, sparks flew.

The two engaged in a fierce one-on-one battle, exchanging blows.

The ground, which had just been cleansed by the dragon's flames, was now covered with another layer of snowflakes, turning it into a silver-white wonderland.

However, it seemed to be the Night King's deliberate order, as the White Walkers and wights around them did not disturb the two fighting in the middle.

Viserys wanted to kill the Night King himself to end the war and save the world.

The Night King shared the same intention; he wanted to kill Viserys and eliminate the last obstacle preventing him from destroying the world.

Therefore, these two most important figures for their respective camps engaged in a one-on-one duel.

clang--

clang--

Then came another violent clash of swords, and Viserys's foot slipped slightly.

The Night King then raised his foot and kicked Viserys, who blocked the kick with both arms in front of his chest.

bang——

The Night King's kick was powerful and heavy, sending Viserys flying several meters backward.

laugh…

His feet carved two shallow furrows in the snow before he finally stopped.

The Night King kicked Viserys away, and the silver-haired youth threw the Valyrian steel dagger in his other hand at the same time.

The dagger was thrust straight up toward the opponent's throat, but the Night King tilted his head slightly as if trying to dodge it.

However, the Night King was unable to dodge in time, and the Valyrian steel dagger struck the ice crown on the Night King's head, easily slicing off a corner of the crown.

clang--

A crisp sound suddenly rang out amidst the dark, snowy wind.

The dagger disappeared into the darkness, while a corner of the crown fell onto the white ground.

The Night King stood still, his expression clear, and paused slightly.

He then raised his hand and touched the ice crown on his head, a corner of which had been cut off, and his face suddenly turned gloomy.

"Whoo~"

Viserys, who had been kicked away not far away and was kneeling on one knee, also breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked up and saw that the dagger had only struck the Night King's icy crown, slicing off a corner of it, and a look of disappointment immediately appeared on his face.

Then, his five fingers, encased in bright steel, braced themselves against the ground, and he staggered to his feet.

The Night King, not far away, stared intently at him with flames burning in his eyes.

Viserys gritted his teeth slightly.

Without uttering a word, the two charged at each other once more through the white snowstorm.

...

The Night King and Viserys engaged in a one-on-one duel on the other side of the Green Fork River.

Meanwhile, the cavalry, having circled behind the legion of the dead, charged towards the endless undead, their weapons ignited by Melisandre's powerful magic.

"kill!"

"Roar roar roar~"

The cavalry of the seven-nation alliance mingled with the Dothraki, forming an unstoppable and magnificent steel torrent.

The earth trembled under the thunder of tens of thousands of horses' hooves, which rammed straight into the rear of the legion of the dead.

Although the boundless army of the dead suffered heavy losses in the river-crossing battle, it still possessed an extremely terrifying number.

The Allied forces have repeatedly revised their count of the dead, from tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands at the beginning to millions or even more.

The few who died from the wildfire and the damage caused by the catapults, crossbows, and the soldiers' fierce fighting were just a drop in the ocean for the undead legion. On the vast north bank of the Green Fork River, there were still endless ghouls waiting to advance south, but they were just forced to stop here.

Rumbling--

The largest all-cavalry force in Westeros history charged in.

If any nobles or soldiers from the seven kingdoms were to witness this scene, they would be so terrified that their formation would collapse, or they would even kneel down and surrender.

However, the ghouls were not afraid at all and turned around to rush towards the cavalry.

boom--

Then, the human cavalry charging at the forefront collided violently with the ghouls, instantly creating a huge sound, followed by flying flesh and blood and screams.

"kill!"

And when viewed from above.

The seemingly endless, dark army of the dead was instantly ripped open with a shockingly huge wound.

The trauma inflicted on the White Walkers by that single moment of contact was greater than the impact of wildfire exploding on the river.

In the era of cold weapons, cavalry remained an unparalleled force of death.

A cold wind howled, and flames soared into the sky.

"Awooooo~"

The Dothraki, brandishing their flaming scimitars, charged into the ranks of the wights, indiscriminately reaping their heads.

Chapter 415 The First Battle Was a Devastating Defeat

The cavalry of the seven kingdoms, along with the Dothraki, charged the undead army from behind.

At the front lines of the Green Fork River, people could see nothing but distant flames suddenly shooting into the sky. Even the soldiers standing on the watchtowers could only see a vast expanse of white snow.

Under such circumstances, unified command and coordinated operations become extremely difficult, relying entirely on the commander's ability to adapt to changing circumstances.

"The seven levels of hell! What exactly happened over there? Does no one know?!"

Robert, mounted on his warhorse and carrying his hammer, his black beard billowing in the wind, muttered curses, his heart filled with anxiety, when suddenly a sense of unease welled up within him.

But Robert didn't know where this unease came from. It came from all directions, and only the snowflakes falling from the sky could do that. Perhaps it was this ignorance of being enveloped by the snow and having his vision restricted that transformed into his inner panic and helplessness.

The main force of the Allied forces in the middle ranks was also affected by their commander, becoming somewhat restless and whispering among themselves, but they didn't know what was going on.

On the banks of the Green Fork, the vanguard forces led by Randyll Tarly, who were initially fighting against the wights, were finally unable to hold out and showed signs of a rout.

"Help!"

"help me!"

"help me!"

"what--"

In the darkness, the firelight flickered, and more and more defeated soldiers began to appear on both sides of the central formation.

Splash...

Splash...