Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

On the ground, the Imperial army, under Oberon's command, was well-trained.

They advanced in an orderly fashion, row upon row, carrying ladders on their shoulders, and under the cover of catapults and giant crossbows, towards the foot of the city wall.

Archers followed behind them, and once they were within range of the arrows, the archers stopped and, at the commander's command, drew their bows and nocked their arrows.

"Archers!"

"Prepare!"

"Fire arrows!"

Peng Peng Peng—

A deluge of arrows rained down on the walls of High Court.

"Kill them!"

The defenders on the walls of Highgarden also put up a fierce resistance.

Originally, Highgarden was not large enough to accommodate so many troops, but for the needs of the war, they demolished many houses and set up tents to shelter them, and used these demolished buildings as weapons to defend the city.

"kill!"

Under a barrage of arrows and boulders overhead, Imperial soldiers carrying ladders had successfully stormed to the walls of Highgarden under cover.

Then ladders were erected on the city walls, and soldiers, swords and shields in hand, climbed the ladders, crowding together like ants carrying food, and marched in dense ranks towards the top of the city.

The defenders on the city wall, seeing this, naturally showed no mercy. They had already prepared a large number of siege weapons for the enemy to use.

The siege ladders were already covered with soldiers, and on the city walls were basins of boiling oil.

Several soldiers then carried hot oil to the city wall and poured it over the compatriots who were climbing the ladder below.

"No!"

"No no no!"

As they climbed halfway up the ladder, they looked up and saw a pot of hot oil placed in front of them. The imperial soldiers on the ladder panicked and shouted for mercy, but the scalding hot oil splashed in their faces.

"what--"

Boiling hot oil was poured directly onto the enemy soldiers' heads, and even their shields could not stop it.

The first Imperial soldier to climb the ladder was splashed with hot oil on his face. Instantly, his skin was torn open, smoke rose, and he let out a shrill scream before falling headfirst off the ladder.

Those behind them used shields to block the flames, but the hot oil seeped in through the gaps in the armor. The hard, thick armor combined with the scalding hot oil made it look like a large-scale BBQ.

Hot oil was poured down, and the Imperial soldiers on the siege ladders jumped down with screams, like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

However, although these measures were effective for a short time, they could not stop the offensive of Heros's army. As those in front jumped down, others continued to climb the ladders.

After the hot oil ran out, the next step was to roll logs and stones, which were building materials that had been used to demolish houses in Highgarden.

The defenders grabbed stones and logs and kept hurling them down, accompanied by screams of agony.

"what--"

"Spare me!"

The imperial soldiers on the ladder were smashed on the head and fell to the ground from a height of several meters.

The battlefield was in chaos, and the enemy's attack was repelled once again. However, the defenders on the city walls did not have much time to rejoice.

puff--

Then a stray arrow shot directly through the throat of a defender from the front of the battlefield, and his body also fell from the city wall.

The ferocity of the siege battle gradually became apparent at this point.

Meanwhile, Heros's Royal Guard, the giant prince Artis, once again personally took to the field.

Clad in heavy armor and standing over four meters tall, he charged forward, almost more effective than a battering ram, leading a portion of his army straight toward the gates of High Court.

boom--

boom--

boom--

Then, with a series of loud bangs, Attis's fists pounded on the city gate, causing it to tremble violently and sending chills down the spines of the defenders on the city walls.

"shoot!"

"Shoot him!"

"Where's the kerosene?!"

Peng Peng Peng—

A hail of arrows struck Attis, but none of them even pierced his thick armor.

"Um…"

The occasional arrow that slipped through the gaps in the armor only elicited a muffled groan from Artis, without causing him to waver in the slightest.

They continued to smash the gates of High Court, following the battering ram.

The gates of High Court are beginning to crumble.

Chapter 1057 The Fall of Gaoting City

In the absence of dragons, giants play a much greater role on the battlefield.

He alone, clad in armor and wielding weapons, could exert the influence of hundreds on the battlefield, and would also deal a significant blow to the enemy's morale.

During this time, when Heros's army besieged the city, the giant prince Artis did participate in the battle, but in the previous few attacks, he only made probing attacks and retreated after encountering slight resistance.

However, this time Artis seemed determined to take this path, charging forward like a barbarian, even directly threatening the safety of the Highgarden gates.

winter--

winter--

The giant's iron fist slammed into the gates of Highgarden, and the hearts of the defenders on the city walls seemed to be connected to the gates, pounding and thumping.

Fortunately, the Second Prince's army did not have many elite army group soldiers; most of the remaining soldiers were former militia from the Seven Kingdoms era. However, these few Imperial Legion soldiers were assigned to guard important locations, such as the gates of Highgarden.

Although the Highgarden defenders suffered a blow, they recovered quickly. An imperial commander from Pentos across the Narrow Sea drew his longsword and roared angrily from the city wall.

"kill!"

"Kill this monster!"

Peng Peng Peng—

Immediately, the defenders on the walls of High Court unleashed a hail of arrows.

crackling sounds...

However, most of them hit the armor worn by the giant prince Artis and bounced away, while a few burrowed into the gaps in the armor and pierced into his flesh.

The giant roared in pain, but at that moment, scalding hot oil suddenly poured down.

"Roar--"

With a terrifying roar that chills to the bone, flames instantly engulfed Attis's massive body, making him look like a demon in fire.

In the distance, Herod Targaryen, the regent prince of the current dynasty, was clad in black armor and rode a tall, strong warhorse with long, curly hair, of extremely pure blood from the Great Grass Sea.

He saw his companion Artis engulfed in flames, and his fists gripping the reins clenched tightly, his face darkening.

"Artis!"

Damn it!

A terrible, intense impulse and desire surged within Heros.

He wanted to send his dragons into the battlefield to crush his second brother, burn those who dared to resist him, burn anyone, and then wipe out their families and surnames.

The dark-haired young man sitting on his warhorse had slightly bloodshot eyes, his heart filled with rage.

It was only after growing up that Heros gradually discovered that, for some reason, terrifying thoughts would suddenly well up in his mind.

Perhaps this is why the line between genius and madness is always thin.

Heros knew very well that obtaining the Iron Throne would not be difficult for him if he used some extremely despicable methods.

He knew there was an easier way, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

For example, he could have broken the agreement right now and directly deployed the dragon to the battlefield.

His dragon, Tyrex, was stronger and more ferocious than his brother Immon's dragon, Silver Nugget. In fact, if both of them had deployed their dragons to the battlefield, Tyrex would have been able to kill Silver Nugget.

This is where his strength lies.

However, Heros didn't know why he forcibly suppressed those terrible thoughts in his heart.

He insisted on binding his own arms and made an agreement with his younger brother Yin Meng that neither of them would throw the dragon into the battlefield.

For what?

Is it to be the weakest of the five dragons, or to save the lives of these lowly people and prevent the war from escalating? But what does it matter to him?

"Your Highness, what's wrong?"

At that moment, one of the guards beside Heros noticed that the Regent Prince's expression was slightly distorted. He was startled and quickly spoke up.

"It's alright."

Heros was interrupted by the sounds from the outside world. His expression changed several times, but in the end, he still managed to suppress those terrible thoughts in his heart by relying on his willpower.

Being too smart is sometimes a sin for him; this is the side effect of a brilliant mind.

It's not a big deal if you can't think of something at all, but it's much harder if you can think of it but restrain yourself. It's better to make sure he can't think of it in the first place.

"I am fine."

Heros suppressed the terrifying thought in his heart, and then spoke in a low, hoarse voice.

"go."

"Save Artis at all costs!"

...

A barrel of oil was poured onto the battlefield, engulfing the giant prince, who was the siege hammer, in hellfire, and he let out a terrifying wail.