Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Due to the formation's position, this message was naturally intercepted by Tywin Lannister, the commander who was stationed in the rear of the Allied forces.

But for some reason, Tywin's transmission of the message to Robert Baratheon, the Commander-in-Chief of the Army, located in the center of the field, was delayed by several hours.

Upon receiving the news, the Duke of Casterly Rock looked extremely grim. He immediately sent a messenger to report to his son-in-law in front of everyone, and at the same time began to mobilize troops and set up defensive lines to defend against enemies coming from the rear.

However, Tywin's messenger seems to have gotten lost in the snow and never returned.

Tywin then sent messengers to his main camp again to request reinforcements.

He assumed Robert had received his message and made proper arrangements, but in reality, the commander-in-chief in the center of the army was completely unaware that he had been stabbed in the backside by a White Walker.

So when Tywin's army in the rear could not withstand the attack of the army of the dead, and the battle line finally collapsed and the retreat began, the main force of the allied army in the middle, which was still fighting against the White Walkers, was attacked from both sides by the army of the dead.

It became a situation of being sandwiched between two sides.

therefore.

As the dark, horde of the dead appeared behind the allied soldiers in the center of the formation, bathed in the first light of dawn...

Everyone was stunned.

"My grass!"

He even couldn't help but swear, and then came a deep sense of despair.

"How did the White Walkers get here? What about the reinforcements?"

They saw the White Walkers suddenly descend from the sky and appear behind the allied forces, while their brother troops, who were supposed to be the rearguard, disappeared without a trace.

"We've been betrayed by that old dog Tywin!"

Everyone in the allied forces, including soldiers and nobles, was in an uproar.

"Ruined!"

"We should never trust the Lannisters! Deception and filth flow in their blood!"

Everyone cursed Tywin Lannister, feeling that the old dog had betrayed the main force and run away with his men.

Some have even dug up the curse of Lannister's ancestor, 'Clever' Lann, who is said to have tricked Casterly Rock out of the Casterly Rock family, the former King Casterly Rock, by using his cunning. This family has cunning genes flowing in their blood.

Despite the curses, a sense of despair was rapidly spreading within the coalition forces.

"What...should we do?"

Even when the allied forces suffered defeats, they were able to escape, thus retaining hope.

After all, even after the fall of the North, the Seven Kingdoms still have half of their territory, including the Riverlands, the Vale, the Westerlands, the Reach, and so on... At worst, they can retreat to Dorne. Dorne is so hot, the Night King probably won't come.

As long as there is hope, the coalition soldiers are willing to muster the courage to fight.

However, now that the White Walkers have cut off their retreat, most of the allied soldiers, including nobles, are trapped at the fork of the Green Fork, a chaotic mass of tens of thousands huddled together like lambs to the slaughter.

Ahead lay an endless horde of ghouls, to the left a rushing Green Fork River, and behind them, an equally massive army of the dead.

If they all die here, then it's only a matter of time before Westeros falls completely.

"We are surrounded by White Walkers."

"We're all going to die here."

A sense of despair was also spreading rapidly over the coalition forces.

However, at that moment, Robert Baratheon, the King of the Seven Kingdoms, stepped forward, raising his Stormbreaker and roaring.

"Break through!"

"Everyone, follow me and break through! Otherwise, we'll all die here! Preserve hope, preserve our embers!"

Robert, as king, stepped forward under these circumstances and made the decisive decision to break out of the encirclement. His rallying cry had a very significant effect.

The morale of the allied forces, which had been extremely low, was somewhat relieved, after all, the king was still by their side and had not abandoned them to flee alone.

"Everyone! Follow me!"

"Let's break through to the east!"

Robert was tall and, riding a tall horse, was extremely conspicuous among the Allied forces.

He raised his warhammer high and led the charge, guiding his soldiers to break through to the east of the battlefield.

The current battlefield situation is very simple. If you don't want to be driven into the river by the ghouls, you can only break through to the east, heading towards Biting Bay, or hide in the Bright Moon Mountains in the valley and enter the territory of the High Mountain Clan.

However, at this moment...

Robert suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure among the approaching army of the dead, and froze for a moment.

"Hmm? Who is she...?"

Robert Baratheon, who had lost a lot of weight due to the war and stress, sat on his horse with his eyes wide open, a look of disbelief clearly visible on his face, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"This...is impossible..."

But while Robert was still in a daze, from the legion of the dead coming from behind, the female White Walker unhesitatingly took off her Frostbow, nocked an arrow, and fired it.

puff--

A spray of blood splattered out, and Robert, caught off guard and stunned, was struck by an arrow and fell from his horse.

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty!"

The king was struck by an arrow and fell from his horse, throwing the allied forces into chaos. As Robert fell, he seemed to be calling out a name.

...

The rear battlefield was in dire straits.

Meanwhile, in the far distance, at the heart of this war...

clang--

The battle between Viserys and the Night King continued, their longswords clashing violently.

Then, the roar of a giant dragon echoed overhead.

Rumbling--

The overwhelming dragon flames poured down, completely enveloping the two people below.

Chapter 419 The Crown Shatters

Rumbling--

Flames soared into the sky, and dragon flames washed over the earth.

Viserys was wrestling with the Night King, his hands gripping the hilt of his sword.

His helmet had been slashed off by the Night King's sword during the fierce battle and was nowhere to be found. Now, his long, silver-gold hair was draped over his cold armor.

Viserys was surrounded by raging dragonfire, and the Night King was also caught in it. The two fought fiercely in a sea of ​​fire, and everything in their field of vision became distorted.

Enveloped in dragon flames, the silver-haired youth felt warmth throughout his body, instantly dispelling the chill around him. The Night King, however, had a completely different experience. Although the Night King could also resist the burning of the dragon flames, it was the result of expending divine power.

The Night King is stronger than Viserys, after all, he has lived for thousands of years, while Viserys has the help of many external forces.

With this shift in power, Viserys gained home-field advantage, and with the sky clearing and warm sunlight trying to pierce through the dark clouds that shrouded the entire battlefield, the Night King fell into a slump.

However, even though both of them were extraordinary beings, they had both reached the point of exhaustion and depletion of their strength.

click -

The silver-haired dragon knight knelt on one knee on the ground.

Supporting his body with a scarlet longsword, his handsome face was full of fatigue, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. He raised his head and looked at the Night King not far away.

The Night King was in no better condition than Viserys; his ancient armor was tattered, and a gruesome wound marred his appearance.

In the recent battle, Viserys rolled and picked up the thrown dagger, nearly disemboweling the Night King who lunged at him, but unfortunately the Night King dodged it.

The Night King stood swaying in place, supporting himself with the stone sword. The icy blue flames in his eyes flickered gently, like a candle in the wind, and he made the sound of ice cracking.

He raised the stone sword in his hand, seemingly ready to attack Viserys again.

The silver-haired dragon knight, kneeling on one knee, saw this scene and his eyes narrowed slightly, his five fingers supporting his body clenching tightly.

However, at this moment...

A crisp sound suddenly came from the ice crown on the Night King's head.

click -

Like the sound of a fine piece of porcelain shattering, it was exceptionally clear on the silent battlefield where only the two of them were now.

The Night King paused for a moment, then stopped in his tracks.

"Ok?"

Viserys, panting heavily, was equally unaware of what had happened.

Then they saw the Night King stop and take off the ice crown that had been chipped off one corner.

The translucent ice crown refracted brilliant light under the sun, revealing a clear crack running through the middle of the crown.

The next second, the ice crown in the Night King's hand shattered completely, turning into sparkling specks of light like stars in the sky. These specks fell from the Night King's hand to the ground and then vanished without a trace in an instant.

The Night King's expression instantly turned extremely gloomy.

The flame in his eyes, like a candle flickering in the wind, began to throb violently, seemingly burning with a raging fury comparable to dragon flames.

"This is…"

Viserys witnessed this scene up close, but he had no idea what the shattering of the Ice Crown truly meant.

He is now probably the human being who understands the Night King the most in the entire world, bar none.

Because the two had been fighting for so long, the Night King still hadn't killed him.

What exactly happened?

Why did the Ice Crown shatter?

Viserys leaned on the hilt of his sword with one hand, breathing heavily, his mind racing, but he couldn't find the answer.

However, it is certain that Viserys is now at the end of his rope.