Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The white-clad knight standing behind Arianne showed a slight look of confusion, but didn't say anything more.

After all, her duty was to guard the gates of Meige Tower during the foreseeable turmoil and prevent Her Majesty the Empress from encountering any danger.

Subsequently, outside the capital, the commander-in-chief of the capital's garrison, "Iron Hand" Jeslin Bywatt, received orders from the regent prince.

He ordered half of the Gold Robes to be deployed outside the city to meet Prince Aemon Targaryen's army and help Prince Oberyn retreat safely into the city.

Therefore, "Iron Hand" Jaslyn Bywatt led thousands of gold-robed warriors out of King's Landing and headed straight for the seaside battlefield not far from King's Landing.

On the battlefield, upon seeing the arrival of enemy reinforcements, the morale of the generals and soldiers under the Second Prince's command wavered slightly.

After all, although their side was in better condition and had more people, they were still on a long and arduous journey, while the enemy's reinforcements were well-rested and ready.

The soldiers whispered amongst themselves, but the Iron-Faced General, the commander-in-chief of the entire army, showed no fear. His eyes were bloodshot, and he held up his long sword before giving an order.

"on!"

"Kill them all!"

Ugh

With a command from the commander-in-chief, messengers quickly relayed his orders to all directions, and bugle calls immediately rang out.

"Army attack!"

"Army attack!"

The silver-haired prince had also donned armor, seemingly wanting to lead by example and boost the morale of his soldiers.

In commanding wars, Aemon never interfered but completely trusted his teacher.

He believes in the principle of letting professionals do professional things, and that because of his special status, blindly expressing opinions would only create chaos.

As the messengers scattered, the next second, a deafening horn sounded.

Ugh

The deep, melodious bugle call was the signal to attack, and this sound instantly swept away the fatigue of both body and mind for everyone. They couldn't help but feel their blood boil, their hearts filled with enthusiasm, and their eyes were red as they looked at the enemy not far away.

"kill!"

Then came deafening shouts of battle as the Second Prince's army surged towards the enemy like a rising tide.

Meanwhile, Bessie ordered a full-scale attack, and Oberon naturally did not back down.

The white-haired old general, riding on horseback, suppressed the dizziness in his head, gripped the reins tightly, and stared intently at the enemy surging towards him.

At this stage of the war, it was almost entirely a life-or-death struggle among the survivors, relying solely on sheer courage, without any tactics or strategies whatsoever.

After all, both sides were exhausted, and apart from this support force, Oberyn believed that there would be no more reinforcements. At present, only the brave would prevail in a narrow encounter.

Therefore, courage and morale are extremely important at this time. If morale collapses at this point, there will be no way to survive.

"All troops, listen to my command!"

"Prepare to charge!"

Oberyn gripped the reins tightly, his pale hair fluttering in the wind, and then gave the order in a hoarse, forceful voice.

"Prepare to charge!"

"Prepare to charge!"

The messengers shouted loudly.

The order spread rapidly, like a shot of adrenaline injected into everyone's blood, invigorating them and making them grip their weapons tightly, ready to fight the enemy to the death.

"grown ups"

Meanwhile, Kane, Oberon's deputy and an affairs officer, saw this scene and opened his mouth slightly, somewhat puzzled.

Because the current situation is somewhat contrary to the norm, according to the textbook, when the enemy is strong and we are weak, it is best to establish a firm foothold, choose advantageous terrain, and then adopt a defensive posture.

However, the old general, who was over sixty years old, chose to fight head-on despite the obvious weakness of the enemy. But this absurd order actually yielded unexpected results.

The soldiers around him now had bloodshot eyes, ready to fight the enemy to the death, which Kane found hard to understand, and he also realized that he still had a lot to learn.

"on!"

"Xi" is pronounced "xi". Oberyn then watched as Aemon Targaryen's army rolled towards them in the distance, and nodded in agreement, giving the order.

"Charge, all troops!"

"Charge, all troops!"

Ugh

The horn of attack suddenly rang out, and the blood of all the defeated soldiers under Oberon's command boiled, their weary bodies infused with a new surge of power.

Then he suddenly roared and drew his long sword, charging towards the enemy not far away.

"kill!"

In an instant, deafening shouts of battle and the thunder of hooves filled the world, and a great battle broke out on the edge of Blackwater Bay.

...

"Oh"

At that moment, a majestic and imposing dragon covered in golden scales flew from nearby King's Landing.

It strove through the clouds, shaking off its rage, and let out a deep, angry roar.

It turned out that Heros, still feeling uneasy while sitting in the Red Castle, decided to personally ride a dragon to come.

Meanwhile, as the golden dragon Terex flew over the battlefield, Prince Aemon Targaryen, on the other side, was equally unwilling to be outdone.

Silver Nugget, the youngest of the five dragon eggs brought from the Valyrian ruins, flew out from behind Aemon's army.

It showed no fear in the face of its larger brother, and bravely stood in front of it.

"Roar!"

The silver nugget opened its blood-red maw and let out a dangerous roar, warning Tyrex not to act rashly.

On the other side, Tyrex, the mighty and domineering Golden Overlord, has always held a proud position among the five little dragons. Apart from the eldest sister, the Red Queen Vaghar, no one dares to disobey him.

After all, for dragons, who are social animals, there will inevitably be different levels within the group, with the strongest taking precedence and the strongest having more say.

As the youngest dragon born in the Targaryen family, Silver Nugget is undoubtedly the lowest-ranking dragon.

However, now that his little brother dared to roar at him, the proud golden dragon was naturally angered.

"Oh"

"Control the mighty and subdue the tyrant." Tyrex's hair and beard bristled, and a dangerous glint flashed in his golden dragon eyes as he let out a terrifying growl. The battle between the dragons seemed imminent.

"Oh"

Two giant dragons circled and confronted each other in the sky, while on the ground, their masters were equally on the verge of battle.

Chapter 1072 Taking the Field Personally

A great battle is raging on a distant battlefield, but the meeting between the two brothers here is much quieter.

Heros stared intently at his younger brother with eyes like lightning, then remained silent for a moment before suddenly speaking.

"When you were first brought back from the North, you were almost dying from your fragility."

When Eamon was first brought back from the north, he was as thin and small as a monkey, with short, newly grown silver-gold hair, purple eyes full of curiosity, and he kept coughing. He was wrapped up tightly and curled up, unable to withstand any cold wind.

Little Imon was born prematurely and in the midst of a heavy snowfall during a long night, resulting in congenital deficiencies and a very weak and sickly body.

Even at that time, some scholars believed that young Imon would die before he turned six.

The scholar was then ordered by Queen Daenerys to be severely whipped, and no one ever mentioned it again after that.

"At that time, I stayed up all night with a book in my arms to keep vigil for you, and I even went to the church to pray to the gods, hoping that you could survive."

Herros's voice was calm as he recounted the events that occurred when Imon was an infant.

"How is that possible?"

When Imon heard his brother's words, his expression couldn't help but twitch slightly.

At that time, Heros was just a boy, and he often stayed up all night by his younger brother's side, passing the time with a book in his arms.

At that time, any slight movement from Imon, whether it was crying or coughing, would immediately make Heros tense up, and he would rush to find the court physician, sometimes having to run out several times a night.

“This is my brother, and I will not allow anything to take him away.”

Even illness!

This was also what Heros said with absolute certainty at that time.

He hoped to protect his younger brother and let him live happily, even though his short, silver-gold hair really stung Heros's heart.

Unfortunately, Aemon was too young to remember this incident at the time.

As Imon grew older, Heros, for some reason, gradually began to distance himself from his younger brother.

Therefore, in Eamon's memory, his brother Heros's attitude towards him was always lukewarm.

However, the two brothers are now facing off on the battlefield.

The "good-for-nothing" and "spoiled brat" younger brother that Heros had once ignored was now standing right in front of him.

Having fulfilled the promise Aemon made to his brother Heros when they had parted ways on the frontiers of Dorne, he stood before him squarely and proudly, determined to earn Heros's respect!

"You will not achieve final victory, Aemon."

"Give up."

However, Heros remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, this time truly placing Imon on an equal footing with himself.

Hearing his brother speak like that, Imon breathed a sigh of relief.

Heros had never spoken to him in such a tone before, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He always spoke in that superior, unassailable tone. He was the older brother and he was the younger brother. The younger brother always had to listen to his older brother, and was even an appendage or a burden to him.

"Your tone just now felt a little unfamiliar to me. I'm more used to your current tone, brother."

Imon pursed his lips slightly, then shook his head and spoke.

Whether I achieve final victory is not up to you.