Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The countess of Twilight Hall has a wide-ranging fighting style, even more ferocious than men.

She was dressed in imperial-style black and red armor, her pale yellow hair, like withered grass, fluttering in the wind. Wielding a longsword engulfed in flames, she charged to the front and began hacking and slashing left and right.

"Go to hell!"

Instantly, several of the fastest-running ghouls that had charged up the walls of Kohor were cut down and their remains were consumed by flames, finally bringing an end to their frenzied commotion and quiet down.

"withstand!"

"Get them out of here!"

Brienne Tarth's courageous and leading-the-front battle was witnessed by many of the soldiers she led, and their morale soared.

They even drove all the ghouls who had climbed the human ladder to the top of Kohol down in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, this good fortune didn't last long. This practice of relying on the commander's bravery to motivate soldiers was like injecting chicken blood. Although the effect was immediate, it was short-lived.

The human alliance's defenses were repeatedly tested by the ghouls, and in the end, the bloody reality prevailed. After calming down, they were met with boundless and endless fear.

On the other side, Robb was in a similar situation. The young warrior from the North had set off because of a broken heart, determined to make a name for himself before returning home, but he never expected that the White Walkers would be so difficult to deal with.

"Ho-"

A ghoul suddenly pounced on him from behind, while Robb was fighting in the front, having already cut down a ghoul, and had no idea that another ghoul would pounce on him from behind.

Fortunately, although his swordsmanship was not as good as that of his bastard brother Jon Snow, it was still quite good.

"Shit!"

In a critical situation, Robb rolled on the spot to avoid the ghoul's pounce.

thump—

The other party crashed into a basin of oil on the city wall, narrowly avoiding being knocked over, and then lunged at Robb once more.

Although the boy from the North deliberately grew a beard, he was still essentially a boy at heart. He had just been startled, and his hands were even a little weak.

Seeing his opponent lunge at him again, Robb gritted his teeth and raised his flaming sword, piercing the opponent's chest with a single strike.

puff--

Robb's gaze then fell on the oil that had been bumped by the White Walkers but hadn't been knocked over. Quick-thinking, he grabbed his longsword and ran toward it.

Robb threw away his longsword and pushed hard with both hands, pouring the pot of oil down the city wall.

The sky above Kohor is now illuminated by towering flames, and everywhere is filled with smoke and fumes that make it hard to breathe.

Humanity's extensive fire-based tactics, prepared to resist the White Walkers' attacks, also came in handy at this time.

A pot of oil was poured on the wall, and flames roared up, temporarily halting the White Walkers' advance on Robb's section of the wall.

Robb Stark then stood still and looked around. Apart from the section he was responsible for defending, the rest of the area within his sight had already been riddled with holes. No wonder the wights had pounced on him from behind.

"My lord, let's retreat!"

One of Robb's Imperial soldiers spoke urgently.

Robb's mustache trembled slightly, and then he ripped off his black leather gloves and threw them hard to the ground.

"withdraw!"

He was somewhat annoyed by his teammates' lack of effort, but there was nothing he could do at the moment.

Chapter 882 Delaying Time

The battle lasted for more than forty-eight hours.

The human alliance is still putting up a fierce resistance, but it has been retreating step by step, abandoning the main and secondary walls of Kohor one after another.

Humans transformed the entire city into an impregnable fortress, setting up defensive works at every entrance, digging trenches, and dousing them with oil to stop the zombie horde's continued advance, ensuring that the horde would pay a heavy price for every step it took.

However, humanity's tenacious resistance did not defeat their enemy; on the contrary, they continued to suffer defeats.

They abandoned most of the roads and retreated into the ancient buildings of the main city, using the complex terrain to fight street battles against the ghouls.

This is a decisive battle between the main force of the human alliance and the main force of the undead army. However, it has now reached its final stage, because it is impossible to continue fighting any longer.

"Commander-in-Chief."

"Your Majesty, have they not arrived yet?"

The young general from Winterfell, dressed in tattered armor and wielding a longsword dulled from repeated cuts, pushed open the door and entered, speaking urgently.

Robb Stark's words expressed the feelings of everyone present; at this moment, everyone misses Viserys more intensely than ever before.

The coalition forces have suffered heavy losses, losing more than half of their forces in just two days. In a normal war, the remaining survivors would have already collapsed and surrendered.

However, everyone knew that this war was a life-or-death struggle, and there was no room for surrender, so they continued to fight on desperately.

As a major component of the human alliance, the Imperial army initially deployed the same number of ground troops as Valantis, and later doubled that number, totaling 60,000. The Imperial army had the largest number of troops and the most tenacious fighting spirit, thus bearing the greatest responsibility and making the greatest sacrifices.

But now everyone is on the verge of collapse, not just the Imperial army, but also the Tiger Robe Army of Valanthi, the army of Slaver's Bay, the army of Braavos, the Kingdom of the Three Daughters, and the Dothraki who have been following the coalition but are not counted in the count.

Faced with such a fearless and tireless enemy, humans are ultimately just mortal beings. Even if they can repel them in a short time, they cannot face the enemy's relentless attacks without making mistakes.

Humans get tired and weary, and fatigue and wearyness will reveal their weaknesses. As these weaknesses accumulate, a complete collapse will eventually occur, and total annihilation will only be a matter of time.

"hold on."

However, the Allied Commander-in-Chief, wearing an iron mask and appointed Governor of Pentos by the Empire, stood in front of the map and faced Robb Stark, who had barged in. He paused for a moment before speaking.

"His Majesty's return to King's Landing brought with him more dragons, and the White Walkers may have seized on this to try and eliminate us first."

"We must buy His Majesty more time."

Bessie is now somewhat at a loss. Faced with such a tireless and fearless enemy, he had considered abandoning the city and fleeing to preserve his strength, but in the end he gave up and decided to continue to defend the city to the death and complete the goal he and his king had set at the beginning.

'king'

Many years ago, Viserys upgraded his title, from King of the Andals, Rhoynar and First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, to the more concise and clear First Emperor of the Valyrian Empire.

However, in Bessie's heart, Viserys was still the 'king' he knew, not the emperor of the empire he was now in.

Bessie was a few years older than Viserys. As a teenager, he passed the selection process and was chosen by William Darryl, the headmaster of the Red Keep, who recommended him to Viserys as his Kingsguard. From then on, his fate changed dramatically, including that unexpected fire.

Everyone knows that in that fire, Princess Daenerys accidentally hatched three dragon eggs, marking the beginning of the Empire's rise. However, no one remembers that she was severely burned and nearly died while saving people in that fire, and from then on, she gave up wielding a sword.

He rose from humble beginnings as a hunter to become one of the most powerful regional governors in the Valyrian Empire.

He once secretly loved the beautiful Princess Renesas, but in Viserys' eyes, he was just a star whose brilliance was overshadowed by the blazing sun. In the end, he carved a seven-pointed star on his forehead, abandoned all distractions, and devoted himself to upholding his vow.

At the dawn of the Empire, a gathering of the poor erupted in King's Landing. These people were the most fanatical and loyal followers of the Seven. They called themselves the 'Sparrows' and shook the foundations of the Empire. They even stormed the Red Keep and disturbed the harem.

Viserys ordered the slaughter of sparrows, and overnight the steps of the Red Keep were stained red with blood. Corpses were placed on carts and dumped into Blackwater Bay. Even now, the people of King's Landing still remember that day. The water near the harbor of Blackwater Bay was no longer a deep color, but rather tinged with red. The stench in the air of King's Landing was masked by the smell of blood.

Everyone knows that Bessie is a loyal follower of the Seven, and when this incident broke out, many people thought that Bessie would rebel or have other reactions.

Even Tyrion Lannister, Viserys's personal advisor, advised him to prepare the Dragonstone fleet for war and to send Prince Oberyn's Second Legion to assemble from the Kingsguard in preparation for a cross-sea operation.

However, Tyrion's suggestion was rejected by Viserys in the Kings Council, as he had great faith in his Kingsguard captain.

In fact, after hearing about this, Bessie remained silent for a long time without saying a word, and then went to the sanctuary in his governor's mansion to pray for three days and three nights.

He then killed his uncle, who had chased him into the sanctuary and was clamoring to launch an armed religious uprising called 'holy war'.

The trust and understanding between Viserys and Bessie, ruler and subject, is enviable; it's a relationship that even Oberyn could only dream of.

Therefore, even now, when Bessie cannot contact Viserys through the black fog and glass candles, she still chooses to believe.

"No matter how long this battle lasts, no matter what sacrifices are made, or even if the entire army is wiped out, there is one goal that must never be shaken."

"That means killing the Night King."

"If we cannot kill the Night King, it will be futile to slaughter the entire army of the dead and the White Walkers."

"They will come back sooner or later."

Long ago, back in Pentos, Viserys confided in Bessie.

"Robb, wait a little longer."

"I believe that when His Majesty arrives, it will be the time of victory in this war."

Bessie was silent for a moment, then spoke.

The young Northern general paused slightly upon hearing his words. He looked into the other man's eyes behind the metal mask and, for some reason, ultimately chose to believe him.

"We can only hold on for another five or six hours at most, sir."

Chapter 883 Arrival

"Once His Majesty arrives, we will surely be able to turn the tide and win."

For some reason, the battle situation is now extremely precarious, and Robb is not a clueless young man who knows nothing about war, yet he actually believed what the Commander-in-Chief said, almost as if by magic.

Perhaps it was due to the charisma of a certain person, or perhaps it was Robb's understanding of Viserys after years of serving as his squire, and his influence on the young man, but Robb's hope for victory was truly rekindled.

"They can still turn defeat into victory."

"We just need to keep delaying until His Majesty arrives!"

"His Majesty...he will definitely come."

Bessie believed in her king, as did Robb, and Viserys possessed a unique charisma that he himself was unaware of.

He always managed to gain the unconditional trust of those around him, who placed all their hopes on him, and Viserys never disappointed those who believed in him.

The Allied soldiers were still fighting desperately, not knowing what the future held, or perhaps too afraid to even think about it.

Because they were on the battlefield, surrounded by frenzied enemies, they knew that escape was impossible and surrender was useless.

In this life-or-death battle, it's all about life and death. No one wants to die. At least, having fought this far, no one wants to die in vain. Even the most cowardly coward wants to bite the ghoul hard at the last moment and then unleash a torrent of curses to vent their hatred.

Therefore, unable to escape and unwilling to die in vain, the surviving soldiers had no choice but to numbly swing their weapons and kill one ferocious enemy after another, even some familiar faces, despite being extremely tired, fearful, and hungry.

"Go to hell!"

A tall female knight swung her sword and felled an enemy.

"Go to hell!"

Then, with a backhand motion, he plunged his sword into the chest of another ghoul.

"Go to hell!"