Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

It took him several days to fly back from the Great Grass Sea, which was fast enough, but the Night King still left Braavos before him.

Simply burning these wights to death to vent his anger is pointless. In reality, the Night King is willing to sacrifice 200,000 wights to lure the main force of the human alliance eastward, so he doesn't care about these 'small' sacrifices at all. After all, the Night King's soldiers all come from humans, so it's a process of ebb and flow. He doesn't care about losses or the lives of these wights, since they are already dead anyway.

Where will it go?

In the skies above the now-fallen Braavos, a silver-haired youth clad in silver armor rode atop a dragon, lost in thought.

However, the answer is not hard to guess. He appeared in Braavos a few days ago, and now the main force of the ghoul army in Braavos has disappeared. There are only two most likely places he went: either Andalus or Loras.

Viserys flew over Norfolk and Andalus as he came from the Great Grass Sea. Now that these two important human cities are still safe and sound, it is clear where the Night King is headed.

Then, the roar of a dragon echoed through the sky once more. The black dragon set a great fire in the city of Braavos and flew towards Loras, which was not far away.

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And now, Loras.

This is the smallest, poorest, least populated, most backward, and most isolated of the free trade city-states. Despite possessing a large fleet of fishing boats, the people of Loras rarely build warships, and their military strength is quite weak.

They are located in the northern part of the continent of Essos, at the westernmost end of the largest main island in a cluster of islands in the Trembling Sea, backed by the Bay of Loras, west of the Axe Peninsula and east of Braavos.

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However, now, a white-haired White Walker was the first to emerge from the water, seawater dripping down its hair, followed by an endless horde of corpses emerging from the vast, dark sea.

It has only been a few days since the attack on Braavos. Viserys can transmit messages through the Black Mist, but although Braavos and Loras are close, it still takes time for the message to travel. The news of Braavos's destruction by the White Walkers had just reached Loras, and the people of Loras hadn't even had time to react before the White Walkers were already upon them.

An endless horde of corpses emerged from the sea, howling like mad dogs as they surged toward the city, which spanned three main islands and dozens of uninhabitable islets.

Then the sound of horns rang out over Loras.

"The White Walkers are attacking!"

"The White Walkers are attacking!"

The horde of corpses that emerged from the sea made no attempt to hide and rushed directly toward Loras. The soldiers in Loras city naturally discovered the White Walkers' presence with ease and immediately sounded the alarm.

Although Loras' overall strength was at the bottom among the free city-states, it was still a large city-state with high walls, so it remained relatively calm at first when faced with the White Walker attack.

"Stop them!"

"Block them!"

The commanders on the city walls shouted at their soldiers, ordering them to dip their arrows into oil to coat them, then light them over a nearby campfire. They then raised their bows at a 45-degree angle and unleashed a volley of arrows, a deluge of arrows raining down on the rolling tide of corpses.

Puff puff--

Many ghouls, like mad dogs, fell to the ground after being shot during their charge. However, the undead army was different from humans; none of them cared about the feelings of their companions and stepped over their bodies to continue charging forward.

Therefore, the rain of arrows from the walls of Loras did not hinder the advance of the undead legion in the slightest. Almost instantly, the dark horde of corpses surged to the foot of the city. They let out terrifying howls, piled up into a human mountain, and kept climbing up the city walls.

The garrison of Loras had never seen anything like this before.

These are things that the Westeros army had already experienced many years ago. At that time, the Seven Kingdoms army suffered repeated defeats from the Wall to Winterfell, eventually losing the North and the Neck, but they accumulated experience.

The current Loras garrison is seeing the White Walkers for the first time, just like when King Robert led the allied forces into their first encounter with the White Walkers and were utterly routed.

"Let's retreat!"

The harvest in Loras, the fishermen, the three princes of the streets, and the high-ranking officials of the Governor's Council were all in a state of panic. But just then, the roar of a dragon echoed in the sky above Loras.

Then a guard stumbled in from outside, claiming that two dragons were fighting in the skies of Loras.

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"what?!"

"Are two dragons fighting in the sky?"

Upon hearing what the guards who had barged in said, all the governors and the three princes in the governor's council of Loras looked at each other in bewilderment.

They hadn't expected this to happen, and then they looked at each other again.

"Take me to see this!"

One of the leading governors, Loras, pondered for a moment before speaking. The other governors and three princes followed suit and came out. When they stepped outside and looked up at the sky, they saw two giant beasts seemingly fighting and traversing the clouds under the snow-covered, white sky. The dragon flames flickered, and they roared continuously.

"Two giant dragons are fighting!"

"One of them must be our dragon!"

Upon witnessing this scene firsthand, all the governors and princes of Loras were quite excited.

Seeing this scene in such a desperate situation was like seeing a glimmer of hope. After all, with the enemy army pressing in, no one wanted to run away if they could defend their hometown.

"Is this dragon knight His Majesty the Emperor? Viserys Targaryen?"

"If he were here, wouldn't the allied forces have arrived by now?"

The fierce battle in the sky brought hope to everyone. They discussed excitedly that the Valyrian emperor, the commander of the entire human alliance, had appeared here, leading them to mistakenly believe that the alliance had already arrived in Loras and that there was still hope for the war.

However, the surroundings were in complete chaos, but Governor Loras, who was in charge, remained calm, because what they hoped for was simply impossible to achieve with a little thought.

Not long ago, they received news of the great victory at Gernasi. The allied forces had defeated 200,000 undead legions at Gernasi and burned them all to ashes. Unless they turned back immediately after this battle, the main force of the human allied forces may not even have left the Great Grass Sea yet.

In fact, Governor Triston was right. The Allied high command did not have supernatural visions, and they could not have foreseen what would happen next, nor would they have known that Braavos would be attacked.

Now that everyone is shrouded in the fog of war, there is naturally no way to retreat in advance to stop the main force of the undead army that ambushed Braavos from continuing to wreak havoc in the heart of humanity.

"Calm down, everyone."

At this moment, Governor Triston, dressed in a velvet brocade robe and with somewhat graying hair, spoke up, unhesitatingly pouring cold water on everyone's enthusiasm.

"Think about it carefully, unless the allied forces have wings, it is impossible for them to fly to Loras now."

His words were simple and blunt, but they worked; his cold water on everyone instantly calmed them down.

Because this is a very clear fact, but these people, in their despair, barely saw a straw to grasp and hastily grabbed it, thus ignoring the logic of reality.

"The giant dragon in the sky is very likely the emperor's mount. He may have already arrived here and is fighting the enemy's ice dragon, but he cannot save Loras from his fate."

The existence of dragons is an important factor affecting the course of a battle, but it cannot determine the outcome of a war. Ultimately, wars are fought by soldiers. Otherwise, there would be no need to send out armies; just sending out dragons would be enough to resolve the battle. A hundred kilometers would only require ten cows, which would be both economical and cost-effective.

"Let's retreat."

"Bravos's fleet has arrived; let's go to Norfos."

Although the city-state of Braavos was destroyed in the war between humans and the White Walkers, many of Braavos' ships escaped, most of which are now in Pentos, and a small number have come to Loras.

The fleet Triston is referring to now is the Braavos fleet that attacked Iban in an attempt to cut off the White Walkers' retreat, but was attacked from below the sea. They later retreated to Morosi.

After the destruction of Braavos, the fleet stationed in Morosi retreated towards Loras, just in time for the White Walkers' attack on Loras. As a result, they were constantly loading Loras's civilians and transporting them to the mainland to escape towards Norfos.

On the ground, Loras, engulfed in war, was still struggling to hold on, while in the sky, Viserys arrived in Braavos and found no one there. He then flew towards Loras and encountered the White Walkers launching a fierce attack on the island city.

Viserys also encountered the Night King, whom he had been relentlessly pursuing, who happened to be near Loras riding an ice dragon.

"Got you?"

The silver-haired, silver-armored dragon knight spotted the Night King in the endless night, gripping his dragon spear tightly. The Night King rode an ice dragon, blending seamlessly with the wind and snow, seemingly observing the situation in Loras below.

However, at that moment, the Night King seemed to sense something as well, and looked up diagonally upwards, his eyes meeting Viserys's. His eyes narrowed slightly, and the icy blue flames flickered gently.

"Whoo~"

The black dragon beneath the human dragon rider received its companion's command, spewing thick white mist from its large nostrils, filled with the smell of sulfur and burning, and its pair of scarlet eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

"Roar--"

Then it suddenly let out a roar and pounced towards the ice dragon. The two giant dragons, one of ice and one of fire, looked very close in mid-air, but in reality they were more than ten kilometers apart.

Bellerion swooped down from the sky toward the ice dragon, but the ice dragon was not intimidated. Its eyes flashed with ferocity, and it roared as well, charging straight at the dragon.

The ice dragon that the Night King rode was much larger than the two ice dragons that had attacked the Wall not long ago, and even larger than Balerion. Its entire body was covered with thick, solid ice scales, so it was naturally fearless.

The black dragon was incredibly fast, weaving through the clouds like a black lightning bolt. Then it opened its massive maw, and a deep purple light shone from its throat.

next second.

Dark dragon flames suddenly poured down.

The dragon's flames were largely similar in color to its body, so Bellerion was increasingly resembling the 'Black Death,' its flames turning a deep purple, almost black.

The ice dragon showed no fear in the face of the black dragon's breath, opening its massive maw to spew white icy mist and icy blue flames upwards. The two dragon flames collided violently, producing a loud and continuous roar.

Rumbling--

Two dragon flames, one of ice and one of fire, were evenly matched in the night sky. The sparks that fell from the collision were like fireworks, illuminating the darkness above Loras. Almost everyone in Loras saw it, and that's why they all looked up at the sky.

Chapter 859 Both Sides Suffer Losses

Both dragons were enormous, with wingspans almost equal to their length from tail to head, reaching nearly a hundred meters. Yet, they appeared tiny amidst the vast darkness and snowstorm.

Although Bellerion grows very quickly, as its total tonnage increases with its size, its length growth gradually slows down. The scales on its body surface also gradually become rougher and lose their former luster, but they become more robust.

This also marks the transition of Bellerion from adolescence to adulthood. A dragon never stops growing throughout its life, but its growth rate after adulthood is not as fast as that in adolescence. It tends to grow horizontally, becoming stronger and its scales thicker.

"Ho-"

Two colossal dragons swirled and danced rapidly in the sky. The battle between Bellerion and this massive ice dragon was far more impactful than the fight between Rhego and Viserion against two smaller ice dragons on the Wall.

The visual impact, violent aesthetics, intense physical collisions, and clashes of dragon flames of adult dragons cause people's adrenaline to surge, followed by deep fear.

As for the dragon knight flying in the sky, Viserys gripped the saddle ring with one hand, the howling wind in his ears, the cold wind mixed with snow blowing against his face like small knives, and his long silver-gold hair fluttering.

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He raised his hand and crushed the ice spear that the Night King had thrown, causing the other's eyes to narrow slightly, and the icy blue flames in his eyes to flicker.

"Whoo~"

Viserys crushed the ice spear thrown by the Night King, then sat on the dragon's back, gently patted his companion, exhaled a breath of stale air, and stared intently at his enemy.

Bellerion is injured.

In the recent battle, it was accidentally bitten on the hind leg by its opponent. The hard scales were shattered by the ice dragon's sharp teeth and pierced into its flesh. The scalding dragon blood fell from the sky and splashed into the city of Loras below.

Although the black dragon was injured in the battle, its opponent did not gain any advantage either. When Bellerion's hind leg was bitten, he also opened his mouth and bit the opponent's neck, almost breaking the ice dragon's neck.

Under the dark sky, two giant dragons locked in combat plummeted from the heavens like two meteorites falling from the sky. The sound of flapping wings mixed with roars was followed by a loud bang, and the wounded black dragon landed with difficulty on Lorason Island, the second largest main island of the city-state of Loras.

Lorasson Island is home to an ancient and enormous labyrinth that occupies three-quarters of the island’s area and includes underground structures. Viserys, riding Bellerion, attempted to avoid this massive labyrinth as he descended from the sky but failed and was thus forced to land inside it.

The dragon's landing was accompanied by a tremendous roar, the earth trembled violently, and the ancient stone labyrinth walls, which had stood for countless years, collapsed with a deafening crash. Dust and smoke instantly filled the air, turning the area where the dragon had landed into ruins.