Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Therefore, the White Walkers did not want to drag this out, and the humans did even less so.

Viserys and the Allied Forces headquarters in Corhol already knew that the White Walkers were launching an encirclement.

They could have retreated south before the White Walkers finished their encirclement, strategically abandoning Corhol to avoid their encirclement and continue fighting the White Walkers.

Unfortunately, time was running out, and humanity had little time left. Therefore, even though the allied forces knew that this battle was extremely dangerous, they still had to face the enemy head-on.

They remained firmly rooted in Corhol, seizing the time to set up defenses and prepare for counterattacks, acting like a nail to attract the White Walkers to gnaw at them, and even if they managed to gnaw it down, they would break a few of the White Walkers' teeth.

Therefore, in a sense, Viserys and the Night King were quite in sync.

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"It's impossible to defeat them in a head-on confrontation."

"Our enemies are too numerous, and they are tireless and unafraid of death."

At the Supreme Military Council of the Human Alliance in Kohol, the acting commander-in-chief of the alliance was Bessie Joyce, the Imperial Army Commander-in-Chief, Governor of Pentos, and Captain of the Royal Guard of Viserys.

The "Iron-Faced War God" quickly secured his position as commander-in-chief of the Allied Forces with the prestige he gained in the Battle of Nassig, so now no one questions his orders and authority.

After all, in addition to the prestige gained from the Nassig Victory, the Imperial Army directly under Bessi's command was also the absolute main force in the Allied Forces. The Imperial Army had the largest number of soldiers and the strongest combat power.

Compared to the empire's elite troops, the armies of other city-states were like a rabble; just standing together, their morale and spirit were far behind.

The Imperial army is well-equipped and disciplined. Its commanders are also outstanding graduates of the Imperial Military Academy, officers from various ranks of the army during the conquest wars, with systematic training in command strategies and rich practical experience. After all, Westeros has been in constant turmoil and war for the past decade.

Inside the now densely packed command post, the Imperial Army commanders, clad in black and red armor, sat upright with their helmets placed on the tables in front of them.

The commanders of the other city-states were dressed in all sorts of clothes and armor, and some were even dressed in bright colors like a male peacock courting a mate, constantly whispering to each other.

"It's impossible to hold out even if we fight to the death. This has already been proven at the Wall, Winterfell, and Kalin Bay."

The Seven Kingdoms suffered repeated defeats in Westeros, a bloody history that serves as a warning to future generations that blindly defending against the White Walkers is also a path to certain death.

"Then... what should we do?"

An elderly man with white hair, who was also the commander of the Tiger Robe Army and the ruler of the Tiger Party from Valantis, frowned and then spoke.

"We can't win a direct confrontation, and we can't hold out by defending either. So, staying here is just suicide."

"And where is His Majesty the Emperor? Without the dragon's help, we certainly have no chance of winning."

Viserys has been away from the main camp for some time now. The lack of sight of him for so long has inevitably caused some unrest within the allied forces, since the dragons are the source of the human alliance's confidence and strength in resisting the White Walkers.

Even within the imperial army, some dissenting voices began to emerge, wondering if His Majesty the Emperor had abandoned them and fled to the Summer Sea.

Because the pressure that long night brings to mankind is multifaceted, lacking light and hope, people's hearts inevitably become irritable, depressed, and chaotic.

"His Majesty is on his way and will be back soon."

The man, who was questioned by the commander of the army of the city-state of Valantis, was the commander of the allied forces. He was wearing silver armor and a silver metal mask, with only his eyes showing. He glanced at the white-haired old man and then spoke in a calm voice.

"His Majesty has brought back even more dragons from Westeros this time, including Varghal, Tyrex, and Mirasis, to ensure victory in this war."

"Really?"

Upon hearing Bessie Joyce's words, everyone in the Cohort meeting room couldn't help but whisper among themselves, and the atmosphere suddenly became heated.

"That's great!"

"Praise be to the great Emperor Viserys I!"

"With five dragons by our side, victory in this war is assured!"

"Burn these sons of bitches to death!"

Even the High Priest Benello of the Cult of the Red God couldn't help but show a slight smile.

Chapter 875 Encirclement

The Valyrian Empire has a total of eight dragons.

Having suffered setbacks in the previous war, they have always wanted to band together, whether through coercion, inducement, or other means to protest together.

Ultimately, they all share the same goal: to get the Empire to send more dragons into the war.

Even though the Empire has committed the most troops, achieved the most results, and made the greatest sacrifices in this coalition, these people still turn a blind eye and try every means to make the Empire take on greater responsibility and empty its own coffers.

However, the Valyrian Empire's Imperial Council convened an emergency meeting after the Long Night began, and the strategy discussed by the Supreme Council was to prioritize defense and supplement it with counterattacks.

Supporting other human city-states must be done while ensuring national security as much as possible, so strategic resources like dragons are naturally not easily deployed.

Of the eight dragons within the Sunset Empire, besides the one personally ridden by the emperor, the most renowned 'Black Death' Bellerion, the other seven dragons guard the border walls and the imperial capital to protect national security.

This time, Viserys finally mobilized the remaining dragons of the Valyrian Empire to join the war between humans and the White Walkers. How could this not inspire everyone in the allied forces?

"Great!"

The news, coming from the Commander-in-Chief, was undoubtedly true. Even Robb, inside the Allied command post in Kohol, clenched his fist in excitement.

This is the only piece of good news to be happy about amidst all the bad news these days.

The presence of at least five dragons gave Robb a glimmer of hope for victory.

Otherwise, if humanity were to hold out in Kohol, a city that is not particularly fortified, facing an enemy several times or even more numerous and fearless, he would truly see no hope whatsoever.

If a real battle were to break out, they might not even last a day. By the time the next day arrived, the main force of the allied forces would have been transformed into soldiers under the Night King and would continue to sweep across the entire world.

"Commander-in-Chief, what's our next step?"

Robb Stark wore black and red armor similar to that of his colleagues, with a cast iron three-headed dragon emblem on his left breast and the Stark family's 'Der Wolf' on his right.

"Should we hold our ground in Kohor, or launch a preemptive strike?"

He sat at the table in the command post, his helmet still in front of him, and then asked.

"Boy."

"Since there are five giant dragons, they will naturally hold out until our Emperor arrives."

On the other side, a commander from a trading city-state made a joke.

However, little did he know that what Robb hated most was people talking about his age. Although he was indeed not old, Robb still desperately wanted to establish his authority.

This is because it would make it easier for him to govern the North in his own name in the future, rather than because of the Stark family or because he is the son of the famous Eddard Stark.

Robb frowned and looked at the other person, just about to speak in rebuttal.

However, at that moment, the melodious sound of horns suddenly rang out from afar.

woo-

"what happened?"

The expressions of the generals from all over the world who formed the coalition in the command post changed slightly.

This is the frontline base for resisting the White Walkers' invasion. It is the site of an army that once fought back against the White Walkers and has now retreated. This is not the Wall, and there is no system of three horn calls, where one horn call means the enemy is approaching.

And who the enemy is, of course, needs no further explanation.

"It happened."

Everyone's expression changed abruptly, and a messenger who rushed in from outside said in the most urgent tone what everyone was worried about.

"Report! My lords!"

"The White Walkers are attacking!"

Chaos reigned in the command center. After all, the arrival of the White Walkers meant that the decisive battle had begun. However, their strongest fighting force, the five dragons, had not yet arrived. How could humanity possibly resist?

However, the White Walkers were clearly not so chivalrous, and they waited for the dragons on the human side to arrive before launching their attack.

Bessie Joyce, the acting commander of the coalition forces, wearing silver armor and a metal mask, hesitated for a moment before speaking decisively.

"go!"

"Go out and see."

The enemy's attack was sudden.

According to intelligence returned by scouts sent out during this period, the enemy's main force will not be able to reach Kohor for about another week.

Even though these wights don't need to eat, drink, or rest, and travel day and night without stopping, the speed at which the Others are attacking them still exceeds their expectations.

"Could it be that the main force of the White Walkers hasn't arrived yet?"

"Only a portion of the ghouls launched the attack?"

Bessie Joyce's mind raced, considering all the possibilities.

Humans and White Walkers have clashed so many times that they are no longer strangers like they were at the beginning, so there's no reason for the White Walkers to run away so quickly.

Ultimately, however, one must go up to the city wall and see for oneself to know exactly what happened.

The city-state of Kohor is the easternmost of the free trade city-states. It was built along the Chenne River, a tributary of the Lorn River, and is situated on the edge of the vast Kohor Forest, east of Norfos and north of Valantis. An ancient dragon road connects Kohor with the city-state of A. Noy.

Now, standing on the walls of Corhol, the enemy is coming from the southwest. A white mist and snow are swirling along this ancient dragon road, a harbinger of the arrival of the White Walkers.

Snowflakes also began to fall in the sky above Kohol.

"How could the enemy possibly come from here?"

The young general Robb Stark climbed the city wall and saw the enemy coming from the southwest, and was immediately stunned.

Because everyone believed that there could be no enemy in the south, they were discussing the possibility of retreating to the south if they couldn't hold the city.

However, upon seeing the enemy approaching from the southwest, they realized that their retreat had been cut off.

Then, horns sounded from all directions at the same time, creating a deafening roar in an instant.

woo-

The swirling snow enveloped Kohor, and beneath the pervasive white mist, countless shadows of death were creeping closer step by step.

"We're surrounded!"

"We're surrounded!"

However, it was only then that the belatedly aware people in the city realized they had fallen into the White Walkers' encirclement, and then they screamed in terror.

This was different from what they had imagined. In their view, even if they couldn't hold Kohor, they could continue to retreat south to Valantis, or at worst abandon Valantis and retreat to the islands in the Summer Sea.

But they never expected that the White Walkers had surrounded Corhol before, leaving them with no way out.

Then everyone's eyes turned to Bessie, but he was wearing a mask so his expression was not visible.