Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"The Seven Levels of Hell!"

"What the hell is this monster?"

Stannis, mounted on his warhorse, watched the Targaryen cavalry surging up from both sides in the distance, but his gaze was fixed on the dozens of enormous monsters.

His face turned ashen and he couldn't help but swear.

He had never seen such a rough, gray-skinned, enormous monster with two huge fangs and a long, swaying nose.

The enemy was exceptionally large; a long-nosed monster was almost as big as ten warhorses. Especially after being clad in armor, it was impervious to swords and spears. Along with the Targaryen cavalry, it charged into the flank of the Stormlands army, tearing through the army's formation with overwhelming force.

"what--"

The screams were piercing and continuous.

The monster opened its gaping maw and let out a melodious roar. With a flick of its thick, powerful nose, it sent several armored Stormtroopers flying, as if chasing away a few chicks.

It even picked up one person and slammed them hard to the ground.

"Bam—"

The soldiers, encased in armor, didn't even have time to scream before being thrown to the ground, coughing up blood and their internal organs shattered. They were then trampled into a bloody pulp by the iron hooves of the surging cavalry.

"It's a gray elephant! Lord Stannis!"

At this moment, the Onion Knight, riding beside Stannis, spoke up, clearing up Stannis's doubts.

Davos immediately recognized what the 'monster' that terrified the soldiers of Stormlands was.

After all, he had led his smuggling fleet to many cities around the world, and was eloquent and knowledgeable.

"It is different from the dwarf elephant of Valantis. The gray elephant is larger, has tougher skin, and is more irritable. They live in herds and usually live near the Long Summer Land."

Davos began speaking very quickly.

"Valantis also has a war elephant unit, they..."

"Alright, enough with the nonsense, Davos, do you have any ideas on how to deal with them?"

As the war intensified, Stannis lost his earlier composure; his brows furrowed, and his voice grew increasingly anxious.

The two armies' infantry had just clashed head-on, and the battle line retreated a few steps, but the overall situation was still acceptable. However, the Targaryen cavalry and war elephants charged in from the flank, completely disrupting the Stormlands army's rhythm of resistance.

Faced with this enormous creature they had never seen before, the soldiers were terrified and dropped their weapons to run away. In fact, more people fled than were trampled to death by the elephant.

The Stormlands army's lines began to falter once again, even showing signs of retreating, and Stannis, of course, could no longer sit idly by.

"this…"

"How to deal with war elephants?"

Upon hearing Lord Stannis's words, Davos took a deep breath, his brain starting to work rapidly.

This is really tough on Onion Knight.

It should be noted that Davos Seaworth was illiterate and had never read any military books or strategies. He was simply the head of a smuggling fleet, experienced in the ways of the world, knowledgeable, eloquent, and quick-witted.

But neither fighting nor war is his forte.

"Methods for dealing with war elephants..."

Davos racked his brains and thought it over carefully, but unexpectedly, he actually came up with something.

Once, when he was smuggling a batch of goods, there were a few gray elephant tusks among them. He chatted with the mercenary who sold the goods, and the mercenary mentioned that the tusks of dwarf elephants were more valuable than those of gray elephants because of their finer texture.

To hunt these gray elephants, they first used loudspeakers, war drums, and horns to create a huge noise that startled the herd, causing the gray elephants to scatter and flee. Then, they seized the opportunity to ride their warhorses around and hunt down one of the gray elephants.

"My lord, I've thought of a way."

Davos then organized his thoughts and told Stannis the story he had heard.

"Quickly! Gather all the buglers!"

Stannis, without hesitation, waved his hand and ordered all his horn-blowers to come over and blow loudly at the gray elephants in an attempt to scare them away.

However, at that moment, the Golden Legion's war elephants, in conjunction with the cavalry, charged into the Stormlands army and achieved great results. Before the Stormlands army could figure out the right way to deal with the elephants, a deep roar suddenly came from above their heads.

"Ho-"

A massive black shadow blotted out the sky and enveloped the earth, plunging both sides into its shadow.

"what?"

Some soldiers in the Stormlands army couldn't help but look up, and then they saw a terrifying figure overhead, their eyes widening in astonishment.

"dragon..."

"Is this a dragon?"

Then the dragon's silhouette swept over their heads, but the sense of panic spread rapidly.

"Hey, what you just said... the Tyrant's dragon wasn't as big as Aegon's, but this..."

Chaos erupted amidst the fierce battle in the Stormlands army, with shouts and neighing horses, as if they were terrified by the enormous size of the dragon that had just appeared.

However, behind the Stormfield army, on a densely packed array of countless giant crossbows, they had been waiting for far too long.

"A giant dragon!"

"A dragon has appeared!"

"That damned beast!"

Instead of being terrified when they saw Bellerion, they became excited, because Stannis had already made thorough preparations to deal with the dragon by forging countless giant crossbows.

Stannis promised a reward of a thousand gold dragons for each arrow that hits the dragon, and if he could bring the dragon down from the sky, he could choose any castle in the Seven Kingdoms. If he was a nobleman, he would also be rewarded with an additional castle.

They went from commoners to noblemen in one step, and nobles with the same surname could win two castles. How could the soldiers and nobles of Stormland not be tempted?

Therefore, they have been eagerly awaiting Bellerion's arrival for far too long.

"Kill this beast!"

Immediately, a knight from Stormland drew his longsword and roared angrily.

bang bang bang-

The bowstring snapped open with a thunderous roar, and long crossbow bolts tore through the air with a shrill sound, flying straight into the sky.

One of them even grazed Bellerion's wing as it flew into the air before falling back down.

The dragon, which was descending and spewing fire, was startled and immediately flapped its wings to increase its altitude.

"Roar--"

Bellerion spotted the giant crossbow on the ground and let out a low growl.

These little things clearly reminded him of unpleasant memories.

Instead of fleeing, he seemed enraged and let out another deafening roar. Then, flapping his wings and carrying a gust of wind, he swooped down towards the giant crossbows on the ground.

At the same time, he opened his mouth wide, and a glimmer of fire illuminated his throat.

Chapter 525 Escape

"Ho-"

The black dragon roared, its massive form weaving through the rain before swooping down and spewing out dragonfire.

boom--

The raging dragon flames poured down from above, destroying a large number of giant crossbows on the ground. The soldiers of Stormland screamed in agony before perishing in the sea of ​​fire.

Meanwhile, the dragon swooped down from the sky and was also impaled with two crossbow bolts. However, Bellerion paid no attention to it. The pain only fueled its bloodlust, and its raging dragon flames continuously washed over the earth.

Rumbling--

The catapult was also engulfed in flames, and its tall frame collapsed with a crash.

Barrels of kerosene, ready to be poured onto the boulder, were detonated, producing a tremendous explosion that sent flames soaring into the sky and even creating a small mushroom cloud.

"what--"

Many more Stormtroopers were engulfed by flames, their bodies instantly dried up, emitting bloodcurdling screams before losing their lives in agony.

"Counterattack!"

"Counterattack!"

However, the Stormlands army still had many giant crossbows prepared, which were not all burned during Bellerion's attack.

Some of them are on flat hillsides, while others are hidden in forests. They are scattered over a wide area, for fear of being destroyed by a single burst of dragon fire.

"Quick! Get up now!"

Faced with mythical creatures like dragons, the Stormlands soldiers, full of ambition, were initially completely overwhelmed.

However, lying on the ground with his head in his hands, he survived only after the dragon's figure flew across the sky.

"Kill it!"

"Kill this beast!"

The knight of Stormland, riding his warhorse, looked up at the giant dragon flying into the distance and angrily drew his sword, roaring.

bang bang bang-

Then came several more sounds of giant crossbow strings snapping open, and bolts whistled through the air, shooting straight into the sky, but they missed their distant targets.

When the dragon is high in the sky, the target becomes smaller and the crossbow sights become larger, making it almost impossible to hit the target. Their only chance is to shoot it when Bellerion dives down.

However, dragons fly extremely fast when they are close to the ground, and a giant crossbow requires several soldiers to work together.

Two soldiers were responsible for cranking the lever to adjust the firing angle and aim, several soldiers were responsible for drawing the bowstring, and one soldier pressed the crossbow bolt, which was comparable to a spear, into a groove similar to a rifling. Finally, they worked together to launch the crossbow bolt.

Therefore, using a large number of giant crossbows to deal with dragons requires not only excellent skills but also luck.

"Ho-"

Bellerion's roar echoed across the entire sky.

It flew in mid-air, spewing dragonfire to cleanse the crossbow bolts stuck in its body, burning them to ashes, before swooping down once more.

The battle reached a fever pitch, with immense pressure from Bellerion in the sky and the Stormlands army on the ground struggling to resist, their lines beginning to falter and become increasingly precarious.

Stannis Baratheon, who had assumed the titles of Duke of Storm's End and Lord of Stormlands, was naturally unable to remain seated upon witnessing this scene.