Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

He had used all the black mist to enhance his combat attributes, but it was still not enough to break through the 30th level, which would bring about a qualitative change. Otherwise, Viserys' strength might have jumped to a higher level, reaching a level on par with the Night King.

He's just putting on an act with his last breath, hoping to fool the other party.

If the Night King were to launch another attack, Viserys would have no choice but to summon Balerion, then transform into black mist and return to the dragon's back to escape.

However, at that very moment, the ice crown on the Night King's head shattered.

The Night King stood there with a somber expression, saying nothing. Viserys, not wanting to provoke him, leaned on the hilt of his sword and shakily stood up.

But then the Night King, who had been standing there silently for a long time, finally raised his head and looked at Viserys, his eyes flickering with flames.

Viserys' heart tightened suddenly, but he gripped his sword hilt and stood still, his armor reflecting the flames of the dragon fire, his eyes fixed intently on his opponent, showing no sign of weakness.

Then, the Night King finally made a sound as if the ice was cracking.

The morning sun pierced through the gloom of the night, and the snowflakes that had been falling all night finally stopped.

However, a thick layer of snow has accumulated on the ground, and the frozen surface of the Green Fork River is showing signs of thawing.

The Night King's voice pierced the battlefield and reached the ears of every White Walker.

The kings in the North throughout history were exploited because of the Stark family's special bloodline. They were reborn from bones and earth under the Night King's divine power, restoring their former appearance. Naturally, they have a supernatural connection with each other.

They sat upright on their skeletal horses, the cold wind ruffling their gray hair and beards. They had heard the Night King's command, and looking at the human coalition army about to be annihilated, their eyes showed no resentment.

Then it turned its horse around and retreated in the direction it had come from.

Countless wights, who were just a moment ago frenzied and bloodthirsty, have now become incredibly obedient under the Night King's orders, silently following behind the successive Kings of the North as they head north.

"His Majesty!"

The main force of the allied forces was surrounded by ghouls and trapped in a desperate situation.

The Kingsguard captain was holding His Majesty's body. Robert had been shot in the right chest with an arrow. Although he did not die on the spot, he was unconscious and in critical condition.

However, at this critical moment, no one expected that the White Walkers would retreat under such circumstances.

"what happened?"

"what happened?"

The main force of the Allied forces, consisting of tens of thousands of human soldiers, was surrounded by the White Walkers and was on the verge of total annihilation.

Then, they watched in trepidation as the dead passed before them, without attacking them again, and headed north.

They were completely baffled and had no idea what had happened.

"Could it be...that Emperor?"

However, someone suddenly thought of something.

Viserys rode his dragon deep into the rear of the army of the dead and never returned; he must have done something.

"Could it be that the Night King is dead?"

Chapter 420 The Passing of Winter

Then the surviving Allied soldiers whispered among themselves that he imagined things to be even better.

"impossible."

"If we kill the Night King, all these wights will die."

However, his words were immediately met with opposition.

Some of them had witnessed the death of a White Walker. When a White Walker dies, all the wights he transformed into fall apart. The Night King created all the White Walkers, making them the lifeblood of the entire army of the dead.

However, in the end, the Legion of the Dead retreated once again, and all the soldiers and nobles of the allied forces were spared.

They watched helplessly as an endless expanse of ghouls passed before them, slowly heading north until their figures gradually disappeared from sight.

"Great, we've finally survived."

Some people couldn't help but cry tears of joy and hug each other, while others simply lay down in the snow and fell fast asleep.

"Quickly, find the scholar here!"

King Robert Baratheon, with an arrow in his right chest, was laid on the ground, his blood staining the white snow.

The scholars accompanying the army were hurriedly summoned and were racing against time to save the king's life.

The king was shot by an arrow and fell into a coma. Now the allied forces are leaderless, and apart from the king, there is no noble of any importance or ability to take over the position of commander.

Eddard Stark, Duke of Winterfell, Stannis, Duke of Dragonstone, and others were not present.

"My lords, I am but a humble servant..."

Edmure Tully, the heir to Riverrun, seemed eager to try, but as soon as he stood up, clad in clean armor and leaning on his sword hilt, he was met with silent mockery from the nobles and shook his head.

"Edmüller!"

Edmure's uncle, Brynden Tully, the Bloodgate Knight 'Blackfish' clad in Vale armor, didn't want to see his nephew ridiculed by the nobles present, so he rudely interrupted him.

The young heir of Flowing City looked at his uncle and paused for a moment, seemingly unaware of the smiles on everyone's faces.

Then Brinden rubbed his forehead slightly and said helplessly.

"Sit down."

Although Edmure is the heir of House Tully and the future Lord of Riverrun, as long as his father is still alive and he is not yet the master of the Riverlands, everyone still regards him as an insignificant little brat.

Moreover, Edmure's performance in this war was also evident to all. Instead of embodying the Tully family motto of "family, duty, honor," he tarnished the Tully family's reputation. Now, in front of many famous generals from the Seven Kingdoms, he shamelessly recommends himself as commander, only making himself a laughing stock.

"I propose that Lord Barristan Selmy temporarily assume the position of Commander-in-Chief of the Army."

Subsequently, Earl Yorn Royce of Runestone, representing the Vale army, proposed that the captain of the Kingsguard temporarily assume the position of commander.

Ser Barristan Selmy is in no doubt about his abilities, status, or character, and is well-suited to temporarily assume the role of Commander-in-Chief.

More importantly, the White Knights are loyal only to the King and are not involved in the conflicts of interest among the other nobles of the Seven Kingdoms. Under such circumstances, they are more likely to win over the people and unite them.

As expected, Count Jon Reus's proposal did not receive any opposition from the nobles present. They looked at each other, then nodded in agreement.

"can."

"Agreed."

"I agree."

Barristan Selmi did not refuse or decline the offer; he took on the important task and temporarily assumed the position of commander-in-chief in place of His Majesty the King.

"Thank you for your trust, sirs."

Then, the gray-haired captain of the Royal Guard, leading the remnants of the allied forces and the seriously wounded and unconscious King, was just about to retreat to the warm south.

At that moment, snowflakes suddenly began to fall behind the Allied forces.

Lord Tywin Lannister, carrying the banner of the golden lion, finally arrived with his army.

...

Meanwhile, on the opposite bank of the Green Fork River, far from the rear battlefield.

The battlefield where the king of the undead army clashed with the human king was scorched black by repeated dragon flames.

The Night King's figure gradually faded into the distance, and the dragon knight in silver armor finally collapsed to his knees once again.

click -

The bright armor made a sound, reflecting the morning sunlight.

After a night of fierce fighting, the gloom in the sky dissipated, and as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun, the brilliant sunlight finally shone on the earth once again.

Viserys was exhausted. After kneeling on one knee, he simply threw the divine weapon Twilight aside and lay down on the scorched earth covered with a layer of snow, spreading out in a starfish shape.

Meanwhile, his companion, the black dragon Balerion, descended from the sky instead of pursuing the Night King.

boom--

The dragon landed heavily on the ground, stirring up dust. Its long neck stretched slightly, and its ferocious head nudged Viserys on the ground.

Upon realizing that its companion was still alive, it raised its hand in a gesture to tell it to "get lost," and immediately raised its neck and let out a long roar.

Dragons and their dragon riders share a unique telepathic connection, and Belerien knew, of course, that Viserys was not dead, but merely exhausted.

And at this time.

A figure was slowly walking towards Viserys from afar.

Splash...

The newcomer wore a red dress and had copper-colored hair that fluttered in the wind, accompanied by the smoke and stench of the battlefield.

Bellerion noticed someone approaching and turned his head slightly, letting out a low warning.

But when he saw what the newcomer looked like, his huge head slowly rose, and his scarlet eyes locked onto the red-clad witch below. Instead of stopping her from approaching Viserys, he let her pass.

The dragon had a unique sensitivity to humans. He sensed that Melisandre harbored no ill will towards Viserys and considered him one of their own, so he did not make things difficult for her.

The red-robed witch, who was walking slowly towards them, was also looking up at the enormous creature lying on the ground.

The dragon radiated an astonishing temperature. As Bellerion landed on the ground, the surrounding snow began to melt into water.

Melisandre saw that the dragon had no intention of blocking her way, and knowing that the dragon understood human nature, she bowed slightly and then slowly walked towards Viserys.

wow-

Meanwhile, the silver-armored dragon knight, who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead without any regard for his image, got up from the ground.

"Pooh."

He spat out a mouthful of scorched earth and snowflakes that had just splashed into his mouth by Bellerion.

"His Majesty."

Melisandre came to Viserys' side.

She glanced at the divine weapon Twilight that had been thrown to the ground, then her beautiful eyes returned to Viserys, and she spoke softly.

"You single-handedly defeated the Night King and saved countless lives."

Then the red-robed witch looked towards the distant spot where the Night King had left.

"The cold god has retreated this time, the harsh winter has passed, and the long summer is coming."

"I'm afraid the area south of Jingze won't make a comeback for at least five years."