Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

He has now arrived at the seventh level of hell all alone, facing the gaze of countless ghosts and monsters.

"If they notice something is wrong with themselves..."

"Perhaps they would tear themselves to shreds without hesitation."

Benjamin couldn't help but think this, his fingers trembling slightly as he gripped the reins of the skeletal horse. He even hesitated for a second whether to turn around and run away.

However, at that moment, the White Walker walking in front of him finally made a move.

wow-

The other horse dismounted, the chains and reins rattling. Its feet touched the cold, smooth, even transparent ice, and then, like the countless dead and White Walkers opposite it, it turned to look at Benjen.

He didn't know how much time had passed—half a month, a month, or two months—but this was the second time the other person had looked at him since then.

Damn it!

Banyan felt fear engulf him once again, and he almost wanted to turn his horse around and run away.

Even though he had become a dead man, he didn't want to be torn apart by these monsters.

Fortunately, the other party only glanced at him without making any move, then turned its head to look at the altar, abandoned its mount on the spot, and walked towards the altar.

rustle...

The White Walkers' footsteps made a sound.

Benjen, sitting on the skeleton horse, felt extremely uncomfortable. He gripped the reins tightly, unsure of what to do.

With the main force on the other side, should he take the opportunity to slip away and quietly stand at the back like a late recruit during roll call, trying to get away with it, or should he just stand there openly and become the focus of everyone's attention?

still...

Benjen turned his gaze to the White Walker walking toward the altar, and pretended to follow it into the altar.

Whatever the other party intends to do upon entering the altar, it is certainly something bad for humanity. If I can seize the opportunity to disrupt their plans and prevent them from succeeding, then I can die without regrets.

However, Benjen's sense of responsibility had not yet overcome his inner fear. Just as he was struggling with this dilemma, the White Walker that was slowly walking towards the altar had already entered the altar's area.

He then untied a package from his waist, inside which was a round object, which appeared to be a stone.

Because of the great distance, Banyan had been following the other person for so long, but only just now discovered that the other person was carrying something else.

"what is this?"

Benjamin was slightly taken aback, but the White Walker had already placed the black stone in its hand on the altar made of ice, and the next second, icy blue flames shot into the sky and began to burn fiercely.

wow-

The white-haired White Walker standing inside the altar knelt on one knee, and all the White Walkers in the distance, as well as the endless wights, also knelt on the ground, seemingly worshipping the icy blue flames.

"What's this?"

Banyan stared blankly at the icy blue flames, his fingers trembling slightly. He instinctively guessed that if he had stopped the flames earlier, it might still be in time, but now—

All the dead knelt before the burning, icy blue flames of the altar. The flickering blue flames seemed to possess a certain magic that made people unconsciously intoxicated by them. Benjen's eyes gradually glazed over, and then he too jumped off his horse, prostrating himself on the ground with his rear end sticking out.

Chapter 699 Legendary Stories

Benjen knelt on the ground, then dazedly merged into the legion of the dead, becoming one of them, surrounded by all sorts of ghouls.

However, his loyal steed remained by his side and did not leave.

After an unknown amount of time, the legion of the dead began to slowly retreat, heading towards the more distant north, while the ball of icy blue flames continued to burn fiercely, seemingly never to be extinguished.

They crossed a towering mountain and continued heading north into the vast expanse, far from the range of that icy blue flame, until it completely disappeared from everyone's sight, at which point Benjen regained consciousness.

What's wrong with me?

Banyan suddenly came to his senses, followed by a chill that seemed to penetrate his very soul.

The moment he saw the icy blue flames, he was unknowingly drawn into them. He had no idea what happened afterward. Like a puppet on a string, he was obeying the commands of some unknown entity, acting against his own instincts, just like the 'companions' around him.

Until he regained consciousness again... he found himself in the middle of a vast army of the dead, already one of them.

His left hand was still holding his mount, 'Red Yellow'. This old horse, which had been with him for many years, seemed to retain the memories of its past life, just like Benjen, even after it died. It always followed its master, never leaving him even when he became confused and delirious.

"You've worked hard, old buddy."

Benjamin stroked the mane of the skeleton horse, and the gentle old horse turned its head and looked at him calmly. However, its reddish-yellow appearance was somewhat ferocious and terrifying. Half of its cheek was rotten, exposing its bones.

The entire army of the dead marched forward in silence, making no sound except for their footsteps. They crossed the towering mountain range and continued their journey toward the unknown north.

Banyan didn't know where they were going, but based on past experience, he could tell from the eyes of Ice Dragon Star that they were still heading north when he looked up at night.

But whether it was Banyan's imagination or not, he felt that Ice Dragon Star seemed to be getting closer and closer to them, and the moon overhead had turned a faint dark red, and it was more than three times larger than what he had seen in the human world.

"The days are getting shorter and the nights are getting longer."

Are we going to go to the moon?

Looking at the Ice Dragon Star and the moon above his head, which seemed to have grown much larger, Banyan couldn't help but think this.

Even with the imagination of people in this day and age, it is impossible to imagine where the north of Westeros leads. Could it lead to the heavens?

Is Westeros actually the same size as Essos? Or is the 'Bone Mountains' that block Westeros from the continent actually an endless ice plain? And is Westeros just a 'vertical' version of Essos?

As the youngest son of the former Duke of Winterfell, Benjen naturally received an excellent education from a young age. He knew that the world was vast, far beyond the size they were familiar with. However, at this moment, he ventured alone into a realm that no human had ever set foot in before, and couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

Banyan is now even looking forward to seeing something amazing next.

He even thought of the old wet nurse in Winterfell who used to tell stories about the Ice Dragon Star.

"The ice dragons are much larger than the dragons of House Targaryen. They roam the endless ice plains and occasionally appear on the trembling sea."

"Their bodies are made of ice and snow, their eyes are pale blue crystals, and they flap their enormous, translucent wings, exhaling icy breath that could freeze a ship into a block of ice."

"On the vast, trembling sea lies a place of legend among sailors, called the Cannibal Bay. It is said that ships that enter the Cannibal Bay and never return have all encountered roaming ice dragons."

"They froze the ship with a cold breath and then ate all the humans on board."

When Banyan was little, he would feel a chill run down his spine every time he heard the old nanny tell these stories. However, when he grew up, he realized that the old nanny's stories were just folk tales she had heard from who-knows-where, and most of them were lies to deceive children into not crying.

"Could it be that if we keep going north, we'll find the ice dragon the old nanny was talking about?"

The thought only flashed through Ban Yang's mind for a moment, and he immediately shook his head, no longer thinking about these bizarre things.

He didn't believe that there could be a dragon larger than Belerien on the endless ice plains.

He had witnessed the Black Death firsthand when he was in King's Landing. Its enormous body, which blotted out the sky, radiated scorching heat. Even from a distance of hundreds of meters, one could feel the heat emanating from it, a sensation that sent shivers down his spine.

Bunyan didn't believe that anything in the world could defeat a dragon, and if there was, it was beyond the reach of humankind.

Only the gods could have done that, and perhaps that's why the gods punished Valyria.

Therefore, Benjen advised his brother to surrender as soon as possible, for the sake of his sister-in-law and children, and not to put up a futile resistance. The Targaryen conquest of the Seven Kingdoms was inevitable, and they would have to pay for their past mistakes.

Benjen, holding the reddish-yellow reins of his horse, followed the main force slowly forward, his mind filled with random thoughts.

He could do nothing else but overthink things. He still wanted to find his sister Lyanna Stark, which was the purpose of his trip. Now that so many wights and White Walkers had gathered here, Benjen guessed that Lyanna should be among these White Walkers, but he had no way to find his sister.

Because he was surrounded by an endless army of ghouls, it was difficult to squeeze out no matter which way he went, as these ghouls would not give way to him.

Moreover, it would be easy for them to spot his behavior. Although the White Walkers and wights didn't seem to notice anything and ignored his unusual actions, Benjen still felt he shouldn't be too unconventional.

Otherwise, it would be like lighting a lantern to go to the toilet—looking for trouble out of nowhere.

However, Banyan was lost in thought and followed the group tirelessly for an unknown amount of time.

The human world has witnessed countless cycles of day and night, but here it is perpetual night.

But at this moment, the army of ghouls suddenly stopped advancing. Benyan, who was in a daze, was slightly startled. In such an environment, anyone without a very strong mental fortitude would eventually go mad.

However, a loud dragon roar suddenly rang out overhead, shaking the endless ice plains and carrying boundless fury.

Chapter 700 Ice Dragon

The roar, filled with boundless fury, resounded across the entire icy plain like thunder.

"what?"

Banyan, who was in a daze and on the verge of going crazy, suddenly shivered, then came to his senses and looked up at the sky.

wow-

The silent army of the dead around them seemed to awaken at the same time, all of them receiving some kind of command and raising their heads to look into the distance.

In the distance, under a blanket of white snow, a gigantic ice dragon pierced through the snow and swooped down from the horizon.

"Ho-"

Its body was engulfed in icy blue flames, and it roared continuously, seemingly engaged in battle with some mysterious entity.

Its enormous size was comparable to, or even larger than, that of Balerion, whom Benjen had seen in King's Landing.

Then, the enormous ice dragon flapped its wings incessantly high in the sky, accompanied by fierce winds and loud roars, before plummeting down from the heavens.

It tried to extinguish the icy blue flames on its body, but it could not. At that moment, the army of ghouls around Banyan suddenly let out strange roars.

It seemed that someone had given them another order, and then the ghouls attacked the ice dragon that had fallen from the sky to the ground.

"Roar--"

"Roar--"

An endless army of ghouls surged toward the wounded ice dragon, while the dragon, covered in frost, roared incessantly, its pale blue crystal eyes filled with rage.

It is the undisputed absolute overlord of the entire cold world, and its existence has no natural enemies. However, today it has encountered a formidable opponent.

Then it looked at the endless stream of 'little ants' surging towards it, and then opened its huge mouth.

"Whoo~"

A surge of icy dragon breath swept over them, instantly freezing a group of ghouls into dust. The ghouls rushed forward, but were scattered as if by the wind, and turned to ashes upon encountering the blue dragon breath spewed by the ice dragon.

"Ho-"

The ice dragon then roared continuously, attempting to scare away the enemies with its breath and howls.

But the enormous ice dragon miscalculated. Its terrifying breath did not deter the mindless dead, who still surged forward fearlessly.

Moreover, the ice dragon's body was still burning with that strange, icy blue flame, which seemed to be scorching its soul, making the ice dragon feel extremely uncomfortable, yet it was unable to get rid of it.

It had just fallen from the sky, creating a small crater and cracks on the ice, but it had also injured one of its wings, and it would be unable to fly again for some time.