Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

But to their utter surprise, the situation on the battlefield was not as they had imagined, nor was it a stalemate; instead, it was a one-sided affair.

The Dothraki charged repeatedly, moving in and out of the Allied forces' ranks, which were already riddled with holes from the dragon's breath and the giants' destruction.

The allied forces' formation had been riddled with holes, and the Dothraki were reaping lives at will.

However, the arrival of the Valley cavalry was a shot in the arm, a powerful blow to the already collapsing Allied soldiers, who began to fight back.

"kill!"

"Kill all these barbarians!"

"Kill the Mad King's son!"

Stannis, covered in blood, was fighting fiercely, his sword already chipped and dulled.

He stood amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his vision blurring. The entire world was a crimson hue—flames, blood, and gleaming scimitars...

"Roar roar roar~"

A Dothraki cavalryman charged at him, brandishing a scimitar.

Stannis instinctively raised his longsword to block, but failed and was slashed in the shoulder.

Blood gushed out from the gaps in his armor; if it weren't for the armor, the blow would have severed his left arm.

The intense pain jolted Stannis awake. He gasped for breath and brandished his longsword in an attempt to retaliate, but a stray arrow pierced his calf.

puff--

Fresh blood gushed out immediately.

"Humph."

Stannis let out a painful groan and fell to his knees, while the obscure Dothraki language rang out above his head.

“This man looks like the leader of the lambs, and Kao is demanding that they be spared.”

A Dothraki spoke to the Kasko beside him.

The man with dark circles under his eyes, Casco, looked coldly at Stannis, who was kneeling below with a pained expression, and nodded slightly.

"Then spare his life."

"take away!"

On the battlefield shrouded in smoke, the hooves of Dothraki horses trampled the surrounding land, and a group of steppe knights surrounded Stannis, howling as they went.

Then a rope descended from the sky, looped around Stannis's neck, and pulled him to the ground.

A Dothraki cavalryman, skilled in lassoing, held the rope in one hand, rode around Stannis, and with a slight downward tug, the rope around Stannis's neck tightened suddenly. He struggled desperately to break free but to no avail, and his face turned red.

"Roar roar roar~"

The Dothraki dragged Stannis on horseback like a wild dog, pulling him to the side to tie him up.

"stop!"

"Release Lord Stannis!"

Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, a Storm's End soldier with a crowned stag emblem on his chest witnessed this scene.

He roared and drew his sword, lunging to rescue Stannis, but was blocked by a Dothraki who had fallen from his horse.

A soldier from Storm's End thrust his sword at the enemy, but the skilled Dothraki warrior caught the blade with his elbow and, to the enemy's disbelief, slit his throat.

puff--

The body collapsed onto the scorched earth.

And not far away.

Countless Valley Knights suddenly appeared on the battlefield from behind, and then surged forward like a tide.

"kill!"

Earl Jon Royce, commander of the Valley Knights, also personally took to the field, wielding a longsword, surrounded by countless Valley Knights, and charged towards the distant battlefield.

In their imagination, the Dothraki should have been terrified and even scattered, because a cavalry charge from behind would be devastating for any army.

However, the Dothraki did not panic. Instead, they continued to ride their horses and howl, confusing their target.

The Valley Knights were greeted by a giant, spinning axe and a dragon swooping down from the sky, its jaws gaping wide like an abyss, a dazzling red light shining from its throat.

Earl Yorn Royce of Runestone, clad in bronze armor, watched this scene unfold, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.

Damn it!

Then, mustering his courage, he jumped off the galloping horse a second before the dragon flames were launched.

He fell to the ground with a thud and rolled over, almost fainting, while a red light appeared in the sky above his head.

Rumbling--

The dragon's breathy flames swept across the land, completely obscuring the spot where Yorn Royce should have been.

Countless Valley Knights let out terrifying howls amidst the flames, their armor covering their flesh and blood, collapsing along with their warhorses, and burning to ashes.

clang--

A Vale knight clashed with a Dothraki. The Arak scimitar struck the heavy breastplate without breaking through, and then the Vale knight, adorned with his family crest, stabbed him to the ground.

The giant Mag charged into the Vale Knights' ranks, picked up the giant axe he had just thrown, and swung it at a charging knight, cleaving him and his horse in two with a single blow—a truly bloody scene.

Roar--

Then Mag pounded his chest in fury, bathed in crimson flames, and let out a deafening roar. The surrounding Valley Knights were all terrified and scattered in panic.

And not far away.

Eddard Stark, the Duke of Winterfell, was covered in blood and fiercely fighting, wielding the Valyrian steel greatsword Frost.

Countless corpses lay around him, some of them allied soldiers, others of the Dothraki.

Viserys spotted Eddard Stark in the distance, spurred his horse toward him, then pulled on the reins and dismounted.

"kill!"

On the chaotic battlefield, flames were everywhere, and shouts of battle filled the air.

Ed, slightly out of breath, supported himself with one hand on the hilt of his sword as he watched the silver-haired knight dismount and walk towards him, a complex expression in his eyes.

“Viserys…”

The air around us was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

bang——

The spear was planted in the ground. Viserys, with one hand on the hilt of his sword, walked towards Eddard and stopped two or three meters away from the Duke of Winterfell, and spoke.

"Surrender, Lord Stark."

"The war is over."

Chapter 434 The War Ends

However, Eddard remained silent, only panting heavily, before pulling the ice from the ground and slashing it towards Viserys.

But the silver-haired youth in front of him slightly turned his body and easily dodged it.

He then grabbed the Duke of Winterfell's wrist with one hand and clenched his fist with the other, slamming it into Eddard Stark's face.

bang——

The punch landed solidly, making the opponent see stars, his nose seemed to break, blood gushed out instantly, and his family's Valyrian steel sword clattered to the ground.

Eddard Stark was knocked down by Viserys's punch, lying on his back on the ground, his cheeks covered in blood, gasping for breath, unable to get up again.

The battlefield was filled with smoke and the sounds of battle cries.

Viserys stood before Eddard Stark, paused for a moment, and wiped the blood from his fist.

The air on the battlefield was thick with the stench of blood and the smell of burning. It was a repulsive smell, but he was already used to it.

As for Eddard Stark, Viserys actually admired him more than he disliked him, based on his impressions of his past life.

Fair and impartial, upholding honor.

He was initially annoyed by this person's stubbornness and gullibility in believing the schemes of villains, which ultimately ruined a promising situation and cost him his life.

If he could set aside his current identity, he would actually prefer to be friends with the other person and see Robb, Sansa, Arya, and the other wolf cubs...

Unfortunately, given Viserys' current status, Eddard is destined to be his enemy, making reconciliation unlikely between them.

Even though Viserys didn't really care about his father, the 'Mad King,' or his brother, Rhaegar Targaryen, the only person he truly acknowledged, besides Daenerys and Rhaenys, was his mother, Queen Rhaenys.

But under the watchful eyes of everyone, he also had to avenge his father and brother and punish his enemies, even if it was just a pretense.

“Kao”.

“Kao”.

Two Dothraki men walked up from behind, their eyes filled with admiration.

This 'lamb' just killed several of their best fighters in the Karasa, but he was knocked down with a single punch in front of Kao.

"Ah."

"qora".

Viserys glanced at the two men beside him, then spoke in Dothraki, telling them to tie Edd up.

Two Dothraki nodded at Khal's command, stepped forward, pulled Ed up from the ground, whose face was covered in blood, and then tied his hands with rope.

"go!"

Ed was shoved and pushed towards the back by the Dothraki.

His discarded weapon, Frostfire, was not left on the battlefield but was picked up as an important trophy and taken to the rear.

This greatsword is made of high-quality materials; if it were remelted, it would be enough to forge two Valyrian steel swords.

Fortunately, Valyrian steel is a hard, non-dull, and exceptionally sharp material, and it is also very lightweight; otherwise, wielding such a greatsword in battle would easily lead to exhaustion.

The war is over.

The Targaryen army, with more than 20,000 Slark cavalry, attacked the Allied main force of up to 50,000. The two sides committed a total of more than 70,000 troops to fierce fighting on the banks of the Red Fork outside Flowing River.