Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"attack!"

Shouts of battle and screams of agony rose and fell as the Dornish army launched a fierce attack on Oldtown. The two sides fought intensely, and the battle was exceptionally brutal, lasting for half a day.

However, the soldiers of the old town garrison fought desperately, but ultimately could not hold them off.

After the Battle of Starshuttle, the Dornish army rallied its remaining forces and received a fresh wave of new blood, regrouping to attack Oldtown.

The soldiers of the old town had been wiped out in the Battle of Starshuttle City, leaving only temporarily recruited mercenaries and wandering knights, and even some conscripted men.

"Hold the line!"

"Fight to the death, never retreat!"

Sir Garth Hightower, the second son of the Hightower family, stood on the city wall, looking disheveled and overwhelmed.

He desperately directed his soldiers to plug the holes back and forth, but he couldn't stop the battle from becoming increasingly riddled with holes.

Soon, more and more Dornish soldiers surged onto the city walls.

The gates of the old town were opened.

Chapter 545 The Fall of the Old Town

The opening of the city gates meant that the old town was in grave danger.

However, the Oldtown garrison put up a very strong resistance at the city gates, repelling the Dornish army's attacks several times.

However, the defenses were eventually breached, and a large number of Dornish soldiers poured into the city. The two armies engaged in fierce street battles, with fighting taking place in every cobblestone alley.

The old town is beautiful, with a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere. It has both torrential rivers and trickling streams, as well as many small canals scattered throughout. However, it was once a picturesque scene of small bridges, flowing water, and houses, reminiscent of a Jiangnan water town. But now, it bears the marks of war.

"kill!"

In a narrow alley, several Dornish soldiers wearing white turbans faced off against several Hightoar soldiers clad in armor.

Both sides were already bloodthirsty, and with a roar they pounced on each other.

Ding ding—

The weapons clashed violently, producing a piercing sound and sparks flying. In the narrow alley, the knights' longswords were difficult to maneuver, while the Dornish scimitars seemed to handle the situation with ease.

bang——

A Dornish soldier's scimitar struck the plate armor of a Hightoar soldier, but failed to penetrate it, leaving only a wound. He paused for a moment, then was pierced through the chest by a longsword.

puff--

On the other side, a soldier from the Hightar family had his throat slit with a scimitar, blood gushing out like a fountain, and his body fell to the ground.

"Damn barbarians!"

The Hightar family soldier, wielding a blood-stained longsword, stared at the enemy, his eyes reddening with deep hatred.

Dorne and the Reach have always been enemies, and their war has lasted for thousands of years. Only after the Seven Kingdoms were truly unified and Dorne submitted to the Iron Throne did they enter a brief period of peace. The hatred between the two sides had long been intertwined.

Then the two roared and pounced on each other, swords drawn, engaging in a fierce battle. In the end, blood flew everywhere, and they fell into a small river in the old town, embracing each other.

The war began at dawn and has now lasted for most of the day, with the Dorne army reporting frequent victories while the Hightower family's army suffers repeated defeats.

The two sides engaged in a protracted stalemate within Oldtown, with the Dornish army suffering even greater losses than during the siege itself.

Gunther Hightower, the third son of House Hightower, was defeated and captured in battle. He laid down his weapons and begged for surrender to the Dornish army, but was beheaded by the bloodthirsty Dornish soldiers.

The death of Gunther Hightoar enraged more Hightoar family soldiers, who, knowing that laying down their weapons would not save them, fought back even more fiercely.

However, both the Dorne army and the Hightoar soldiers are now exhausted, but neither side can retreat, otherwise all their previous efforts will be in vain.

However, at this moment...

The sun is setting in the west; it is dusk.

A melodious dragon roar suddenly echoed from the distant sky, followed by a deep, muffled sound like thunder, rapidly approaching from afar.

Rumbling--

The earth trembled slightly, and a tremendous roar shook the earth. Both sides in the battle turned their heads to look behind them.

Beneath the setting sun, a huge black shadow spread its wings and flew at the edge of the sky, level with the fiery red sunset. On the ground, a black line first appeared on the distant horizon, followed by an endless expanse of grassland cavalry surging towards the old town.

The Dothraki and the steeds of the Seven Kingdoms kings, who had defeated the main force of the Hightoar family on the banks of the Meadow River, arrived at the battlefield. They carried the momentum of their great victory and their imposing presence overwhelmed the courage of all the Hightoar soldiers in Oldtown to resist.

Rumbling--

The thunderous roar of horses' hooves shook the ground.

"Roar roar roar~"

"Roar roar roar~"

Countless Dothraki warriors raised their scimitars high in the setting sun, reflecting a crimson glow, and howled as they surged wildly through the gates occupied by the Dornish army.

"quick!"

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

When the generals of the Dornish army saw this group of fierce-looking men arrive on the battlefield, their expressions changed drastically.

In particular, when the Dothraki charge, they blindfold their warhorses, which does not slow them down at all; they see no friendly forces whatsoever.

Countless Dornish soldiers who stood in the way of the Dothraki charge were knocked away and trampled into a bloody pulp.

"Hurry up!"

"Everyone!"

"Make way for the cavalry!"

The steppe cavalry attacked like a storm, and the Dornish army instantly retreated to the sides to make way. Some who couldn't react in time were trampled into mincemeat, but the Dornish generals dared not utter a word of anger.

After all, this wasn't their first time dealing with these barbarians; they had witnessed their fighting style in Star Shuttle City.

The Dothraki's influx into the old town instantly transformed the previously tense situation.

"Roar roar roar~"

The soldiers of the Hightoar family had never seen a Dothraki battle before. Their warhorses charged like tanks, their scimitars raised high and then brought down.

Puff puff--

The Hightoar soldiers on both sides of the road, who were trying to wear down the Dorne army with street fighting, had their throats slit or were knocked off their horses and fell into the river.

"Ho-"

The dragon soared in the sky, its enormous shadow looming over the ground, emitting a deep roar.

The soldiers of the Hightar family below were still putting up a stubborn resistance. They looked in horror at the dragon that was standing on the city wall, and then drew their bows.

Then a barrage of arrows rained down on the Black Death's thick scales, but they were all deflected as if being struck by iron and fell to the ground.

Bellerion stood on the city wall, his scarlet vertical pupils filled with savagery. As if enraged by the 'harassment' of the little creatures below, he opened his huge mouth.

Call ~

"Ahhh!"

A torrent of dragonfire poured down, accompanied by shrill screams. The dragonfire burned the stubbornly resisting soldiers of the Hightar family to ashes. The remaining soldiers were terrified and threw down their weapons, turning tail and fleeing.

Then Bellerion turned his head and looked at a conspicuous black behemoth standing in the old town.

boom--

Then the dragon suddenly exerted force with its hind legs and flew towards the direction of the Starry Sanctuary.

Meanwhile, the Dothraki army, which stormed into the old town, utterly destroyed the last hope of the Hightoar family. The war was over, and their soldiers were brutally trampled under their iron hooves.

"Oh harat!"

The Dothraki Blood Guard, shirtless, drew his scimitar, the gleaming tip pointing directly at the distant University City.

"Roar roar roar~"

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the Dothraki ranks, and then countless Dothraki warriors, brandishing their scimitars, surged toward the Citadel.

Chapter 546 The Collapse of the Sanctuary

"Ho-"

The dragon's figure hovered in the sky, and its roar carried far and wide.

For some reason, Bellerion suddenly abandoned the ordinary soldiers targeting the Hightar family and instead focused his attention on the very conspicuous black building standing in the old town.

The Church of the Stars is the largest church in the old town. For a thousand years before the war of conquest, it served as the headquarters of the Church of the Seven Gods and the residence of the archbishop.

Three hundred years later, when Aegon first landed in King's Landing, the High Bishop locked himself in the Hall of Stars for seven days and seven nights in prayer, listening to the teachings of God, during which he ate only bread and water.

When he emerged from seclusion, the archbishop announced that the Church would no longer resist Aegon and his sisters.

Because he prophesied that if Oldtown ever rebelled against the Targaryen Dragon King, dragonfire would burn the town, the Citadel, the Tower of Hell, and the Sanctuary of the Stars to the ground.

The Hightower family heeded the High Archbishop's prophecy, preserved their army, and opened the gates for Aegon, thus securing peace.

Now, three hundred years have passed, and the owners of the Tower of the Sky have changed one after another. The current owner of the Tower of the Sky, Earl Layton Hightower, ignored the prophecy and chose to stand on the opposite side of Viserys.

As dusk fell and the sky was ablaze with crimson, Bellerion's figure hovered over the old town, emitting low growls, creating a scene reminiscent of the apocalypse.

Rumbling--

Then the dragon swooped down and spewed dragonfire, and a dazzling crimson pillar of fire crashed into the dome of the Starry Sanctuary, like a knife cutting through a soft cream cake.

"Ho-"

The Black Death launched an attack on the Starry Sanctuary. The fragile dome was powerless to resist, shattering instantly, sending dust flying, before collapsing with a deafening roar.

"Run away!"

"Help!"

"help me!"

Meanwhile, the monks and nuns inside the Starry Sanctuary scattered and fled. The brown-robed monks who usually stayed in the sanctuary for quiet meditation abandoned their practice, and the Silent Sisters lost their silence, shouting and screaming in panic.

boom--

Then the dragon landed on the magnificent building, and the Prosperous Holy Temple, under the raging dragon flames, let out a mournful cry as it collapsed piece by piece, injuring and killing countless monks and nuns.