Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

We're starving to death!

Chaos erupted outside Kohor City in an instant, with howls and screams echoing through the darkness.

The Unsullied soldiers responsible for protecting Viserys were instantly on high alert. They sensed the danger, gripped their spears and shields tightly, and shouted sharply in Valyrian.

"Back off!"

"Back off!"

On the city wall, the High Priest Benello of the Cult of the Red God stood quietly, watching the increasingly chaotic situation outside the city, and then spoke.

"When a crisis strikes... what will he do?"

"Perhaps they will offer hypocritical charity and spread a reputation for benevolence."

A red-robed monk standing next to Benello spoke disdainfully.

He felt he had figured out what these kings and nobles were thinking; it was nothing more than a small favor to win people's hearts. Compared to God, such methods were like the moon vying with the sun...

However, before the red-robed monk could finish his thought, a low roar from a dragon suddenly came from above. A burst of dragon flames crashed down onto the ground not far from the Immaculate army, and the refugees who had surrounded the army below scattered in panic.

Although they were extremely hungry, they still had a chance to live, while a single breath of dragonfire from the dragon would kill them. They understood the difference in their circumstances.

The red-robed monk on the city wall, whose words had not yet finished, was momentarily speechless and then fell silent.

"A swift and decisive approach."

Benello looked at the scene outside the city with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Chapter 819 Current Situation

Viserys finished surveying the area outside Kohol and took in the sights. Besides gaining an understanding of the dire state of the war in the central heart of Essos, he felt a sense of heaviness in his heart.

Although Viserys has witnessed countless cruelties of the world since his first murder after fleeing King's Landing, the situation outside Kohol remains deeply worrying.

What he saw were ordinary people, pale and emaciated, who had been starving and cold for a long time. But there were also a lot of corpses scattered along the roadside, some of which had turned into skeletons with obvious signs of tearing and ripping.

These skeletons were slender and small, clearly belonging to women or children. It was hard to imagine what had happened to these people before their deaths. Moreover, Viserys also saw half of a thigh bone and an arm in some of their dwellings.

While cannibalism may sound horrifying, it doesn't seem uncommon in today's world, where people will resort to any means to survive.

Viserys had been staying in King's Landing. Because the Empire was well-prepared, although the people were still starving, the empire distributed enough food to keep them from starving, and they could only eat one meal a day.

However, the empire's major granaries have enough grain stored up, and the supply is stable, so there is no such situation at present. Although the people are somewhat dissatisfied, they can understand that the night is long. However, the empire's stable situation is only temporary. If the long night does not dissipate, it is only a matter of time before it falls into a state like Kohor.

However, even if the newly emerging Valyrian Empire were to collapse in the long night, it would only be slower than the city-states of the Eastern Continent.

Viserys, feeling heavy-hearted, turned his horse back to Kohol, while a dying man lay on the ground by the roadside, staring blankly at the last light as it faded into the distance.

They were sick people, and didn't even have the right to be eaten.

A major disaster is always followed by a major epidemic.

This is especially true when people start eating their own kind. These people may have eaten their own kind before, so as punishment, they suffer double torment before they die: hunger and illness.

The advantage, however, is that they don't even have the right to be eaten. Everyone avoids them and stays far away, even those who are already starving. These people can only lie on the ground and quietly look at the sky, waiting to die.

"Compared to the impending great war, the situation outside is insignificant."

Viserys returned to the city of Kohol, where the High Priest of the Cult of the Red God came to chat with him.

"The ancient alien gods have gathered enough power to devour the entire world. The cold wind has already blown, and there is an endless night ahead."

Viserys, however, kept his gaze fixed on the outside of the city after hearing the red-robed monk's words, before turning his attention back to the monk.

"So the High Priest believes these are necessary sacrifices for humanity to defeat the White Walkers?"

Benello fell silent for a moment upon hearing Viserys's words. He didn't know how to respond. The Red God Cult was known worldwide and was widely spread among the slaves and common people at the bottom of society. It preached that faith in Rahlo could ensure survival in the future apocalypse.

However, there are still quite a few Red God believers outside Kohor City. Even when Viserys just went for a stroll, he could see that many people still hadn't given up hope for God. Although they were almost starving to death, they were still praying devoutly. It's just a pity that their God didn't answer them.

“If the White Walkers appear outside Corhol, these people will become our enemies.”

Viserys began to understand why the war in the Eastern Continent had deteriorated to this state: everyone was fighting their own battles and had not formed a unified strategy before the council representing all of humanity in the fight against the White Walkers was convened.

The last time Westeros faced an invasion by the White Walkers was during the reign of King Robert. Although King Robert's ability to govern was limited, he still organized the largest migration in human history, the massive exodus from the North.

They drove all the people of the North south of the Neck, leaving only the soldiers of the Seven Kingdoms to resist on the front lines. This greatly hindered the White Walkers' ability to replenish their army of the dead, reduced the pressure on the allied soldiers, and even laid the foundation for the human alliance's counterattack at the Battle of the Green Fork.

Otherwise, if the White Walkers sweep through the North, then an unstoppable army of the dead will sweep across Westeros and even the whole world, like a snowball growing bigger and bigger until it becomes uncontrollable.

Now Viserys has arrived in Corhol, a place still far from the main battlefield between humans and the White Walkers, but the situation here is already very dire, especially since these people have no idea how to resist the White Walkers.

He couldn't imagine what the situation was like in the main battlefields of the Kingdom of Ifovilon, the Kingdom of Ober, and the Kingdom of Salor.

How many dead are there now? One hundred thousand? Two hundred thousand? Or over a million?

Benello, as the High Priest, was certainly adept at deceiving his followers and possessed some magic, making him a formidable mage. However, as a ruler, a 'king,' and a 'commander,' he was clearly incompetent.

He was slightly taken aback by Viserys's words, and didn't react at first, but then he understood. His expression turned slightly grim as he turned to look out of the city.

Benello then bid farewell to Viserys and hurriedly left to relay orders to his red-robed monks.

Soon after, the gates of Kohor burst open, and Unsullied soldiers rushed out, driving away the refugees who had surrounded Kohor and heading eastward.

Then a song spread among the refugees: "The long night only falls here; just keep going south, where it is warm and sunny."

Viserys' decision to have Benello drive away the refugees surrounding Cohor was not actually a way to deny them a way to survive.

Rather, it is one of the necessary measures when natural disasters strike, as he said, "necessary sacrifices." He was not mocking Benello's hypocrisy, but was speaking earnestly.

If these people are not driven away, they will still die when the White Walkers reach Corhol, and they will continue to fight for the Night King, which is unacceptable to the allied forces that want to defeat the Night King.

Moreover, even if they are not driven away, they may not be able to live much longer. Surrounding Kohol City means certain death, so it is better to go somewhere else and maybe there is a way to survive.

Chapter 820 Frontline

Viserys made a brief stop in Kohol.

Meanwhile, in the Kingdom of Ifovilon.

This is a mysterious kingdom nestled in the dense forests north of Essos, inhabited by a mysterious race called Ifovilon, which means "forest walkers" in Dothraki.

A biting wind swept through the black forest adjacent to Fang Bay, and the white snow obscured the path ahead, making it difficult to see anything. With each step forward, one's ankles sank deep into the snow.

rustle…

However, amidst this snowstorm, several short wooden figures dressed in leaf-like clothing were supporting each other as they struggled forward.

Some of them were injured and were swarmed and torn apart by those terrible monsters, but they still managed to fight their way out and escape.

However, the monsters did not let them go and continued to relentlessly pursue them. The wooden people did not abandon their companions either. Even though the wounded companion was pale and swaying like a candle in the wind, they still supported each other and kept moving forward.

At that moment, they heard a series of rapid footsteps and roars behind them. Hearing these sounds, the fleeing forest walkers trembled slightly, especially the heavily wounded Ifovilon who spoke in despair.

"We're doomed."

"Don't worry about me, you guys run first!"

He resolutely let go of his hands, wanting his two companions to go first while he stayed behind to cover their retreat.

"elder brother!"

The remaining two wooden figures also showed despair on their faces. The three brothers and sisters had helped each other escape for hundreds of miles, but they did not expect that they still could not escape the attack of these blue-eyed, pale monsters.

"We're here with you!"

The remaining two Ifovilon people were a man and a woman. The three siblings were the injured older brother, the older sister who was the second oldest, and the youngest younger brother.

The Ifovilon people are short in stature and covered in bark-like scales, somewhat similar to the Children of the Forest, but not exactly the same.

They were like distant relatives. They did not have the long lifespan of the Children of the Forest, but they possessed a reproductive ability far exceeding that of the Children of the Forest. Both of them also had magical abilities.

The eldest brother decided to stay behind to cover their retreat, and the remaining siblings did not want to escape; they wanted to stay and die with him.

"you..."

The older, injured Ifovilon man's expression changed; he wanted to yell at his younger siblings to run away, but then he changed his mind and calmed down.

They have been escaping for so long with the help of Mother Forest, but they still haven't gotten rid of these blue-eyed demons. Now that they are about to escape the forest, it is even more impossible for them to shake them off. Whether their younger siblings die sooner or later, they will all face the same fate.

The Woodfolk, relying on the forest and magic, fought the White Walkers for several months, unwilling to abandon their homeland. However, when they turned their attention to the outside world, they found the situation even more chaotic.

The human kingdoms surrounding the forest had all fallen, and they were the last hope in the White Walker-infested territory. However, no reinforcements arrived, so King Evervelon, the leader of the Wood People who had been resisting, decided to abandon his homeland and lead his people to break out of the encirclement.

But their breakout attempt was ambushed by the White Walkers. These creatures, like vicious dogs that pounce on the scent of the White Walkers, had somehow surrounded the last home of the Ifovilon!

As a result, thousands of wooden figures were slaughtered and scattered, and most of their people were drowned in the ocean of blue-eyed demons. It was under these circumstances that the three siblings managed to fight their way out and escape.

"Ho-"

In the darkness, there was a cacophony of footsteps and terrifying screams. They couldn't see how many dead bodies were rushing towards them; they could only hear the approaching footsteps and the relentless ticking of the death countdown.

"The kingdoms of Iverville have perished."

"Let's just die together."

The three last Ifovilonians gripped the wooden carvings in their hands, ready for a desperate last stand.

However, at that moment, the rumbling sound of iron hooves suddenly came from afar.

Rumbling--

The earth was trembling slightly, and even the thick snow on the ground seemed to be jumping, accompanied by the rumbling of iron hooves and sharp, high-pitched roars.

"Roar roar roar~"

The three siblings, who were huddled together, embracing each other and preparing to face their deaths, opened their eyes instantly upon hearing this sudden sound.

What is that sound?

A few days after the long night fell, Iban Island was the first to be attacked, and the Kingdom of Ifovilon, which was not far from Iban, was the first to know about the news. Therefore, they had sent envoys to human kingdoms and many city-states long ago to persuade them to send reinforcements.

However, the messenger was gone for several months without any news. Under the long night, the movement of people was frozen, and the transmission of information became extremely difficult. As a result, the Wood People trapped in the forest knew nothing about the outside world, and were unaware that humans, from the Valyrian Empire to many kingdoms, city-states, and tribes, had formed the highest-level alliance to jointly resist the invasion of the White Walkers.

Then, the three siblings had just opened their eyes and hadn't even had a chance to see clearly in the darkness which side's reinforcements were arriving when they heard the rumbling of hooves getting closer and closer, and the light of torches in the distance illuminated the entire sky!

"Waaaaah~"

The Dothraki cavalry, wielding their Arak scimitars, roared as their attacks swept across the plains like wildfire.

The galloping hooves pounded the ground, sending mud and snowflakes flying, and the knights raised their scimitars high before bringing them down fiercely.

Puff puff--