Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

She was Countess Twilight Hall from the island of Tass. Her armor had long been torn to shreds by the ghouls, and she had cut down countless swords and slain countless enemies.

Her cheeks were covered in blood, and she didn't even know if the blood was her own. She just kept swinging her sword wildly, and her once innocent eyes were now filled with hysteria and numbness.

Tass is a beautiful island with mountains, lakes and waterfalls, alpine pastures and shadowy valleys. Because of the surrounding azure waters, Tass is also known as the 'Sapphire Island'.

However, in order to protect their homeland, the docile Tassians followed their female lord across the sea to another continent to fight the dead, and then all perished on this unfamiliar land, unable even to return home.

Then, the lone female knight, wielding her greatsword, finally exhausted herself as she surrounded the enemy.

"what!!!"

She was overwhelmed by the horde of ghouls and let out a final, desperate roar.

However, just then, a melodious dragon roar came from the distant horizon.

A colossal black dragon, its wings spread wide, pierced through the white snow and was rapidly approaching.

At the same time, a deep, loud roar also rang out in the sky on the other side, seemingly in a fit of rage, before turning and flying off in the other direction.

"Got you!"

Call ~

A biting wind howled high in the sky, and raging snow lashed against his face. Viserys, riding Balerion, finally found the Night King's trail in the vast snowstorm.

The enemy was extremely cautious, hiding themselves in the snowstorm and not making a move easily. Even though the human alliance was already on the verge of collapse and could be overthrown with just a slight push, the Night King remained hidden a hundred miles away, not approaching the main battlefield.

The blizzard summoned by the Night King severed the power of the black mist, preventing Viserys and Bessie from contacting each other. Even the glass candles were ineffective. However, their tacit understanding ultimately dominated the war.

Viserys is relentlessly searching for the Night King's whereabouts in the vicinity. Killing the Night King is the most effective way to end the long night and this war.

Otherwise, even if all the ghouls were killed, it would be in vain. As long as there are living beings, it can continuously create new legions of the dead.

Therefore, Viserys had to suppress his desire to immediately join the battle and instead patiently search for where the enemy was hiding. Fortunately, the allied forces' tenacious resistance bought him enough time.

The Night King initially believed that Viserys was not there, but then he inadvertently revealed a weakness. Viserys used the skull of the Storm God to dispel the biting wind, pinpointing his hiding place, and then pounced towards the direction where the Night King was hiding.

"Roar--"

"Black Death" Bellerion roared, his crimson eyes filled with a thirst for revenge.

It fought this ice dragon to a draw last time, but Bellerion was not willing to admit defeat. After recovering from its injuries, it had already mustered all its strength and wanted to fight the opponent again.

But the Night King and his ice dragon seemed unwilling to get entangled with Viserys. Humanity's manpower had been almost completely exhausted in this war, and what remained was no longer a threat.

And most importantly, the Night King did not want to fight Viserys, so he decisively turned his ice dragon and flew north.

Meanwhile, the other four dragons Viserys brought—'Red Queen' Vaghar, 'Overlord' Terex, 'Siren' Mirasis, and 'Premature' Silver Nugget—all rushed towards the fierce battlefield below, except for the little lady who stayed behind in King's Landing.

After two days and two nights of fierce fighting, Kohor has been almost completely razed to the ground. The tall city walls have collapsed in the explosions of wildfires, leaving only ruins.

Most of the houses on the outskirts of the city were already dilapidated, and the last of the allied forces were huddled in the heart of the city, stubbornly holding on.

Viserys finally found the Night King's trail just as the allied forces were about to be defeated. The other four Valyrian dragons swooped down from the sky and roared, spewing dragonfire of four colors: crimson, gold, deep blue, and silver.

Four pillars of fire rolled forward with the dragon's flight, carving four furrows through the boundless horde of corpses. Countless ghouls let out sharp, frantic howls before being melted into ashes.

Chapter 884 Chaos

"Reinforcements have arrived!"

"The reinforcements have finally arrived!"

Four giant dragons suddenly descended from the sky and joined the battle, instantly easing the pressure on the allied soldiers who were already in dire straits.

They looked up at the four figures overhead, their massive bodies circling and soaring through the sky with outstretched wings, emitting low roars. The soldiers' morale immediately soared.

Many people even wept with joy, because some had already broken down emotionally in the face of adversity, while others had become numb.

"Jazz!"

Brienne, the female knight who had just been submerged in the horde of zombies, struggled to be pulled out by the others. However, her body was already covered in wounds and bite marks.

Fortunately, she managed to protect her cheeks, and her tattered armor also served a small purpose, preventing her from being eaten alive by the ghouls.

But having survived this brush with death, Brienne was completely exhausted and had no strength left.

She was dragged out and laid on the cold, snow-covered ground, staring blankly at the dark sky before her.

Only then did I realize that the heavy snow had stopped sometime earlier.

"The snow has stopped..."

Will the long night end?

The wounded female knight saw four giant dragons flying and circling, and her eyes shone with a glimmer of light, which turned out to be crystal tears rolling down her cheeks.

She seemed about to burst into tears, but in the end, deep exhaustion prevailed. She couldn't help but close her eyes slightly, then tilted her head and fell into a deep sleep.

The allied soldiers were exhausted.

However, the arrival of the four dragons still inspired everyone, giving them their last breath to launch a final counterattack against the White Walkers.

"The counterattack begins now!"

"kill!"

The Valyrian Empire's four dragons joined the battle, relieving most of the pressure on the ground forces.

Call ~

Call ~

They spread their wings and flew continuously around the city, occasionally swooping down to spew out large swaths of dragon flames of various colors. The raging fire blocked the zombie horde's attack from all sides.

Without the White Walkers' command, these endless ghouls could only wander aimlessly like headless flies. Some rushed into the sea of ​​fire and were burned to death, while others were trampled to pieces by their own people.

In this decisive battle between humans and the White Walkers, the dragons arrived in time to personally participate in the war, changing the course of the conflict.

However, although people had high expectations for the dragons and hoped they could turn the tide, in reality, even if the four dragons worked themselves to death, they would not be able to burn all the ghouls.

After all, dragons need magical energy to breathe dragonfire, and they also need to rest after breathing out their magical energy, otherwise they will have to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

While dragons are the apex predators of the food chain, their massive bodies capable of crushing other creatures, their fates in hand-to-hand combat are often grim, a lesson history is filled with blood and tears.

The ice dragon that inhabited the endless ice plains was killed and became an undead dragon because it was bitten to death by too many ants.

Therefore, the arrival of the dragons gave the allied forces, who were now stubbornly resisting in the inner city of Corhol, a brief respite, but it was not so easy to completely defeat the White Walkers.

After all, although the Night King had escaped and Viserys had gone in pursuit, the previous Kings in the North and many more White Walkers were still hiding in the horde of corpses and had not yet shown themselves.

They can still continue to command the horde of zombies to launch a final attack on the last remaining coalition forces.

Therefore, although the arrival of the dragon changed the course of the entire battle, turning a situation that was on the verge of collapse into a more evenly matched one, the dragon's casualties on the ghouls were still less than the damage the ghouls inflicted on human soldiers, since they were fearless monsters.

On this fiercely contested battlefield, besides humans, there were also Benjen Stark and Lyanna, who remained conscious.

"go!"

"Hurry! Banyan!"

They were pessimistic, thinking that humanity was doomed, but they were at a loss as to what to do. However, the dragons of the Valyrian Empire arrived and changed the situation; they were melted by the dragon's flames.

A magnificent, golden dragon, as beautiful and imposing as the blazing sun, roared and swooped down from the sky. It spewed golden pillars of fire and slammed them into the ground, turning a street in Kohol City upside down. All the ghouls on that street were swept away and turned to ashes.

At that time, Lyanna and her brother Benjen were mingling in the horde of zombies on this street. Fortunately, Lyanna reacted in time and pulled Benjen to a side alley. The surging golden dragon flames destroyed everything, and the rolling shockwaves knocked the two of them to the ground, leaving them dizzy and disoriented.

Benjen appeared to have broken an arm, while Lyanna, being a White Walker, was far more physically capable than him. She then helped her brother up and continued their escape.

However, at that moment, a figure silently blocked Benjen and Lyanna's path.

Its white beard swayed slightly, and its eyes, burning with icy blue flames, stared intently at the two of them, looking them up and down with a hint of confusion.

Because it had just overheard the conversation between the two and witnessed their actions firsthand, a White Walker had saved a wight.

The White Walkers have no feelings for the wights; they are not of the same kind at all. The White Walkers have never regarded the wights as their own, but rather as cannon fodder.

However, the White Walkers blocking the way were also rather rigid in their thinking, because they only had some memories of their previous lives, and most of their emotional memories had been erased.

He stared at the couple in front of him whose faces resembled his own, feeling a sense of familiarity, but he couldn't quite place them. He just stood there, stunned.

On the other side, Lyanna and Benjen stared at the White Walker blocking their path, its armor covered in charred marks and its face contorted in a grotesque grimace, as if it had been burned alive.

Lyanna's shoulders twitched slightly, as if she wanted to cry, but no matter what she did, no tears would come out.

"rest in peace."

"Father."

Then she suddenly pulled out a dragon crystal dagger and swiftly plunged it into the other person's chest before anyone could react.

click -

Benjen brought the dragon crystal dagger, but he never expected that the first White Walker killed by this dagger would be his father.

Duke Rickard Stark looked at the man and woman in front of him. When the dragon crystal dagger pierced his chest, he did not flinch or resist at all, and did not react at all. However, when the dagger pierced through, his eyes seemed to have changed.

Chapter 885 The Chase

Rickard Stark seemed to recognize his son and daughter in front of him, and then he opened his mouth as if to say something.

bang——

But it said nothing, and with a crisp cracking sound of ice exploding, it scattered into shards all over the ground.

She killed her father, Rickard, with her own hands. Watching it suddenly explode into shards of ice, Lyanna finally couldn't hold back and a tear rolled down her cheek.

However, these tears were not water, but rather like an ice cube or a sparkling crystal. They fell to the ground, reflecting a faint light.

"Roar--"

But just then, a dragon's roar filled with pain and howl suddenly came from the sky above, and then a huge figure descended from the sky with flapping wings.

Silver Nugget, the youngest of the five sibling dragons hatched in the same batch, was pierced in the thigh by an ice spear thrown by an Otherworlder, and blood flowed continuously.

It nearly fell from the sky in pain, but just before hitting the ground, it flapped its wings and rose back into the sky.

Because the ghouls on the ground seemed to have received a collective command and gathered in the direction where the silver dragon was about to fall, if the silver block really landed there, these ghouls would probably swarm up and climb onto it.

When the youngest of the five siblings was injured, the eldest sister, the red dragon Vaghar, was naturally furious.

She let out a ferocious roar, then swooped down towards the spot where the ice spear had just been fired, showing absolutely no fear.

The White Walker hidden in the horde of corpses saw this and its flames flickered slightly before it turned and fled without hesitation.