Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Benjen was also swept up in the army of ghouls and had no way to escape, forced to surge toward the direction of the ice dragon.

"Is this the legendary ice dragon?"

Banyan felt a chill run down his spine at the sight. It was as if his wish had come true. He was just lost in thought about the past on a desolate, boring, and maddening road, but he never expected to actually see the legendary ice dragon.

Of course, its size wasn't as terrifying as the legends suggested, but it was still quite similar, even larger than the Balerion he had seen in King's Landing. Moreover, its entire body was made of ice and snow, and its pair of blue crystal eyes exuded a wildness.

Countless ghouls had already crawled onto its body, like ants. The ice dragon let out a painful roar, its body trembling and convulsing slightly. Its huge mouth, full of ferocious fangs, opened once again and spewed out cold dragon breath, turning these mortal ants into dust.

"Oops!"

Instead of feeling joy at the sight, Banyan was filled with terror, for he was being carried forward and was about to be pushed to the side of the ice dragon, where he had already witnessed the power of its breath.

This terrifying power is as dreadful as the fire dragons of the Targaryen family, for it gives no one a chance to breathe; a mere touch of its bone-chilling cold will instantly reduce a person to ashes.

The fire-breathing of the Targaryen dragons offered a chance of survival, such as cutting off burning parts of their bodies or jumping into the water. However, most people were still burned alive, drowned, or bled to death from severed limbs. In this light, the ice dragons seemed much more merciful, at least dying without any pain.

But Benjen had no time to worry about that, because he was about to be pushed into the dragon's attack range.

Damn it!

However, the dragon is now affected by the icy blue flames, which greatly restrain it. The flames seem to have affected its mind, while the serious injuries it suffers and the ants crawling on its body are also causing it great pain, making it somewhat listless.

But countless ghouls, tireless and fearless of death, continued to surge forward.

Then, as if in a final burst of energy, the ice dragon let out another painful roar.

"Roar--"

Then it suddenly raised its ferocious head and spewed out dragon breath. Its huge tail swung and crushed a group of ghouls into a bloody pulp. The ghouls that had just climbed on it were also thrown away.

Seeing that things were not going well, Banyan quickly grabbed his mount and hid behind a huge rock.

The ice dragon's breath swept across the surrounding area, clearing a space where he had just been standing. Benjen's 'colleagues' were all turned to ashes and vanished into the air.

The boulder behind Banyan seemed to be affected as well, instantly covered in a layer of icy mist, and then shattered into pieces scattered all over the ground.

"May the Old Gods protect you!"

Are you kidding me?

The stones have all cracked from the frost?

Banyan, who was hiding behind the rock, thought he had escaped a disaster by sheer luck, but when he turned around and saw this scene, his pupils suddenly narrowed.

However, being besieged by the army of ghouls, the enraged ice dragon had no time to care what a tiny ant was thinking.

Its patience had long been exhausted, and it was also completely worn out. Its broken, translucent wings trembled. At the last moment, it roared and opened its huge mouth full of sharp teeth, ready to spew out cold dragon breath once again.

Benjen was currently beneath the ice dragon's raised, massive head, shrouded in shadow and within the range of the ice dragon's breath.

At this moment, his only 'backer' had been reduced to pieces by the dragon's breath. He was at a loss, watching as the ice dragon, shrouded in a huge shadow above him, opened its mouth, preparing to spew dragon breath once more.

"It's over!"

Banyan sighed softly, stood still, and closed his eyes. He felt he was doomed.

However, at that moment, a White Walker wearing an ice crown and wielding an ancient stone sword had somehow appeared on the ice dragon's head. Its figure was blurry, and then it raised the stone sword and pierced it hard into the ice dragon's hard skull.

"Roar!!!"

The ice dragon suddenly let out a roar ten times louder than before, shaking the entire endless ice plain. Pain, despair, disbelief filled the air, but this was also its final roar.

Rumbling--

Then its body seemed to lose all its strength, and its head, which had been held high, crashed heavily to the ground, smashing another group of ghouls into a bloody pulp, causing the snow on the ground to scatter.

Chapter 701 Assassination

boom--

The enormous ice dragon let out its final, desperate roar before crashing heavily onto the icy plain, stirring up a vast expanse of snow and mist.

Benjen Stark, being too close, was also impacted and forced to loosen the red-yellow reins. He braced his hands on the ground, engulfed by the swirling snow, and gasped for breath.

Unfortunately, he is now a dead man, and his heavy breathing causes drafts everywhere.

Benjen had been trying to breathe again, unwilling to die like this, but he gradually got used to the situation where he would sometimes forget to breathe for most of the day without any major problems, and eventually chose to let it be.

"It's him!"

"He is the Night King!"

Benjen lay on the ground, waiting for the snowflakes to fall as the ice dragon collapsed. Everything around him was a vast expanse of white, but at the last moment, he still saw that scene: the White Walker standing atop the ice dragon's head.

He wore a crown of ice and held an ancient stone sword. Benjen had met the Night King once before, in Winterfell, when he jumped off the city wall to escape. The Night King came riding a skeletal horse, but only glanced at them and did not chase after them personally.

Therefore, Benjen and the others escaped that time; otherwise, if the Night King had set aside his status and come after them personally, their graves would probably be overgrown with weeds by now.

Not long ago, when Benjen was caught up in the army of the dead, he focused his search on two people: one was his sister Lyanna Stark, and the other was the Night King, whom he believed was the biggest boss of the White Walker invasion.

Only by finding the Night King could his journey have been worthwhile. His reason for requesting Lord Commander Mormont to travel alone beyond the Wall was to track down the White Walkers and prepare for the next great battle between the living and the dead.

Commander Mormont wanted to arrange for a few men to accompany Bunyan on the trip, but he refused, because Bunyan knew that the trip would likely end in disaster.

"It is the Night King!"

Benjen had met the Night King once, and due to the intense experience at the time, he remembered the Night King's appearance very clearly.

In his final moments of despair, he saw the Night King ascend to the top of the ice dragon's head and plunge his ancient, mysterious stone sword into the dragon's skull.

Although Banyan's heart had stopped beating at this thought, his spirit gradually became invigorated, and even his breathing, which had been like a broken bellows, became rapid.

He grasped the dragon crystal dagger hidden in his chest with one hand. When he was still human, he felt nothing when holding the dragon crystal dagger, but now that he was dead, touching the dragon crystal gave him a strange sense of horror.

The feeling was like a bucket of cold water being poured over him from head to toe, sending a shiver down his spine. Thus, the dragon crystal dagger instantly brought him back to his senses in his moment of confusion.

Banyan held the dragon crystal dagger hidden in his chest, and before the surrounding white snow had completely dissipated, he quickly concealed the dagger in his sleeve.

At this moment, the old horse Chihuang, who had been separated from Banyan, ran back. It pierced through the wind and snow, its saddle rattling. Half of its face was rotten and grotesque, but its eyes were very gentle.

It had just been frightened by the ice dragon and then Banyan let go of its grip, causing it to run away. Now it had found its way back. Not knowing what it looked like, it nudged its ferocious head slightly towards its master.

"Old friend."

When Banyan saw that Chihuang had run back again, his heart softened slightly. He didn't care about Chihuang's ugly and scary appearance and gently stroked its fur.

Although the old horse had also become a skeleton horse, it seemed to retain the same senses it had before it was alive, just like Bunyan, and closely followed its master.

Banyan once speculated that all these changes might be related to the old weirwood tree in Baishu Village.

After all, it was there that he was ambushed by the ghouls and fought to the death, collapsing in front of the weirwood. When he opened his eyes again, he had become a ghoul who retained his sanity from his previous life.

However, Banyan had no time to verify the truth of his guess. Whether he could return alive was still another matter. He could only attribute it to the protection of the "Old God of the North," because the weirwood was the faith of most people north of the Neck Marsh.

"Red Yellow, you leave here first!"

Banyan gently stroked the reddish-yellow mane, feeling the dragon crystal dagger hidden in his sleeve. His mind gradually hardened, and he spoke in a low voice.

The mixed-breed warhorse, with its somewhat scraggly coat, revealed a clear look of confusion in its eyes.

It certainly didn't know what its master was saying, but having worked together for many years, it could understand Banyan's gestures.

Bunyan patted the horse's rump, signaling it to leave.

The half-dead, variegated warhorse nudged Banyan gently once more, then turned and walked away reluctantly into the distance.

But every few steps it would turn back to look at Banyan, hoping to see its master change his mind and try to persuade it to stay.

However, it only saw its master's pale and cold face, and there was no wavering in his blue eyes.

Soon, the skeletal horse, which had followed Benjen for many years but had been driven away by its master, disappeared into the swirling snow, and the snowstorm stirred up by the ice dragon's fall gradually subsided.

At this moment, the enormous ice dragon lay quietly on the ground, its body still burning with icy blue flames, as if it were dead, but not a drop of blood flowed from its body.

The Night King stood before the ice dragon's corpse, his hands slightly raised, his palms burning with the same icy blue flames as those on the ice dragon's body, as if he were casting some mysterious magic.

The Night King stood in front of the ice dragon's corpse, his back to all the wights behind him, seemingly trusting his 'comrades' completely and without any defenses.

As the Black Knight gazed at the Night King's retreating figure, his resolve was reaffirmed once more.

He gripped the dagger hidden in his sleeve, then silently blended into the horde of wights, gradually moving closer to the Night King's back.

Bunyan may not be the most virtuous and honorable person, but at this moment he was willing to sacrifice himself to save more people.

"Ho-"

A ghoul beside him, drooling, growled with a ferocious expression, seemingly greeting Banyan. However, the black-clad knight paid no heed; his eyes were fixed only on the figure with an ice crown on his head and flames held aloft in his hands.

He approached the Night King's back step by step, finally coming within ten steps of him, while the Night King seemed oblivious.

"Go to hell."

Then, Ban Yang gritted his teeth slightly, and suddenly dropped the dragon crystal dagger hidden in his sleeve into his palm, lunging towards the Night King's back.

Chapter 702 Lyanna

When Benjen was only a few steps away from the Night King, he suddenly pulled out the dragon crystal dagger that he had been hiding from his sleeve and stabbed it toward the Night King’s back.

"Go to hell!"

Benjen was determined to die. As long as he could pierce the Night King's back and kill the monster's leader, he would not hesitate to be torn to pieces.

However, at that critical moment, a slender, pale hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Banyan's wrist with a snap, while also blocking him from view.

Meanwhile, the Night King, who was casting some kind of magic in front of the ice dragon's corpse, seemed to sense something as well. He slightly turned his head to look behind him.

But all they saw was a woman with skin as pale as the moon and long gray hair, standing in front of a ghoul, preventing it from getting close to her.

The Night King narrowed his eyes slightly, which were burning with icy blue flames.

If you look closely, you'll find that the icy blue flames burning in his eyes are exactly the same as those on his palms and the ice dragon's corpse.

But the Night King didn't seem to notice anything amiss. He trusted the female White Walker completely, and without saying a word, he turned back to look at the ice dragon's corpse and continued casting his magic.

Meanwhile, Benjen mustered all his courage, pulled out the dragon crystal dagger hidden in his sleeve, and stabbed it into the Night King's back. His eyes were only on the Night King, the culprit who had wreaked havoc on the human world. He was so determined to kill him that he no longer saw anyone else around him.

But Banyan didn't expect that just as he was about to succeed, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

The five fingers of this hand were slender and pale, and carried an icy chill that sent a shiver down Banyan's spine.

He wasn't frozen by the other person's fingers; he couldn't feel the cold anymore. He was simply startled and jolted awake.

He saw the Night King turn his head and sweep his gaze in their direction.