Game of Thrones: Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"Dragon!"

"This is the dragon!"

The coalition forces who had fallen into a desperate battle were slightly shocked at the beginning of the reinforcements that suddenly fell from the sky, but then they woke up and shouted loudly.

Although the dragon has disappeared in this world for more than 100 years, the story about the dragon is still widely circulated in the Seven Kingdoms.

The desperate coalition forces burst into cheers from above and below in an instant.

Many soldiers even couldn't help crying with joy, seeing the light in despair.

"Dragon!"

"The one on the dragon's back is His Royal Highness!"

"Gosh, we have reinforcements!"

The sharp-eyed soldier saw the young dragon knight riding on the dragon's back at a glance. Although he could not see his cheeks, he saw that the other party had extremely iconic long silver-gold hair.

This is the symbol of the orthodox royal family that has ruled Westeros for nearly three hundred years. This symbol has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people of the Seven Kingdoms.

Veserys was crowned on Dragonstone Island and king in the mainland of Essos. But for the people of the Seven Kingdoms, the most direct impression of Veserys still rests in the identity of the second prince of the Targaryen family, not the king. After all, he has not yet sat on the Iron Throne.

The huge figure of the Black Death continued to dance in the sky, and then spit out a raging flame to burn the ghouls, and countless ghouls turned into fly ash in the dragon flame, saving the lives of countless coalition soldiers.

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"Ed! Ed!"

"Wake up! Hey! Don't pretend to be dead! I saw you open your eyes!"

In the midst of the smoky flames, the dragon flames that had just been surging crashed down in front of Robert's eyes, blasting all the ghouls who were still screaming in front of him into ashes.

The red pillar of fire spit out by the dragon plowed out a deep gully on the ground and went straight to the distance, without noticing Robert at all.

The kings of the Seven Kingdoms were so disrespectful that they were so scared that they squatted their butts and lay down on the ground.

But even so, His Majesty's cheeks were darkened by the dragon flames, only one pair of eyes were still bright, and his black beard and beard were curled up by the flames, and he looked a little embarrassed.

After Robert Baratheon got up from the ground embarrassedly, he dragged him up and lay down on the ground with him in embarrassment. There are still some Duke of Winterfell who are still undecided.

Then asked loudly.

"Ed! Hey!"

"Is this the **** dragon?!"

And Ed had just gotten up from the ground at this moment, panting heavily, dark brown hair scattered and a pair of eyes still a little uneasy, looking up at the huge figure that is constantly flying and spouting flames in the distance.

He was taken aback just now, and even now there are still some unpredictable shocks. He thought that he and Robert were going to be burned to death by the dragon flame, and the Valyrian steel sword of the family was thrown away. To the side.

But he didn't expect that the dragon knight sitting on the dragon's back would not notice the little people on the ground at all, and he didn't even want a mouthful of dragon flames to burn him to death.

"Yes, that's right."

"Robert."

And Ed patted the dust on his body, and finally took a breath, calming his undecided mood.

Then he bent down and picked up the weapon he inherited from the Stark family from the ground, and then he ignored the dignity of the Duke of Winterfell.

"Congratulations, this is the **** dragon!"

However, when Robert heard what his good brother said, instead of showing the fear, anger or other negative emotions that he should have done, he laughed, and the fat on his stomach was trembling slightly.

"Hahaha--"

Ed Stark heard Robert's heartless laugh, and felt that his nose was about to be skewed with anger.

"His honored Robert is still a **** King!"

Then the Duke of Winterfell couldn't help but explode again.

For Ed, the honors and etiquette of nobles were all forgotten on the **** and dangerous battlefield, Ed hurriedly pointed to Robert's nose and shouted loudly.

"I must remind you that the dragon is owned by your enemy! Not you!"

"It's not you!"

"It almost burned us to fly ash just now!"

"When the war is over, its owner can't wait to pick your head to the tip of the gun to show the public!"

But Ed's words fell to Robert but didn't expect to stop laughing. The gunpowder around them standing on the battlefield was still filled with smoke, and then the kings of the Seven Kingdoms smiled slightly and waved his hands indifferently. .

"How I will die in the future, I don't care."

"That's what happened later."

"Ed."

"At least I know that now with the help of the giant dragon, I won't die right away in the hands of the ghosts of the dog, let alone become these disgusting monsters."

"River land, valley land, King's Landing...I am the king of the Seven Kingdoms."

Robert pointed his stout fingers to his chest.

"I can't just watch my people die in the hands of strange ghosts."

This is also the reason why Robert is unwilling to retreat in front of Twin River City, and even has a will to die, because if he is dead, he will not be able to see it. As long as he is alive, he cannot allow these things to happen.

"Everyone!"

"Kill me!"

The king of the Seven Kingdoms, Robert Baratheon, had his cheeks blackened by dragon flames, and then raised the storm hammer in his hands high and shouted.

"drink!"

With the help of the giant dragon, the morale of the coalition forces instantly got a 180 degree reversal and became imposing like a rainbow, but instead rushed towards the ghoul army.

In the sky far away from the core battlefield, Veserys was flying towards the rear of the ghoul army on a giant dragon.

Rumbling--

Bellerene lowered his flight altitude, spraying dragon flames and bombarding the surface of the Green Fork River. The hard ice surface instantly shattered, and countless ghouls standing on the ice fell into the icy rushing river water.

Viselis sat on Bellerion's back, the wind whistling in his ears, a pair of violet eyes locked on the strange ghost not far away.

He saw the strange ghost with the ice crown in the middle at a glance.

"He is the Night King."

Veserys's heart tightened slightly.

And in the distance.

Hundreds of skeletal horses stood quietly in the rear of the Legion of the Dead~www.novelmt.com~ silently, they watched the dragon breathe dragon flames and burned a large number of ghouls without being moved.

The Night King gazes at the young dragon knight on the dragon's back with one hand on the reins, and Viselis is also looking at the other side.

The two looked at each other.

锵——

Viserys pulled out the dusk from his waist.

"Huh!"

And the Night King made an icy piercing sound, and then stretched out his hand, a short ice spear gradually condensed in his hand, and then it was aimed at Viserys and threw it out!

A mere mortal is not worthy of his own action, but the human in front of him does not seem to be an ordinary mortal anymore.

Whoosh--

The ice short spear tore the air with a sharp scream, and flew straight to the dragon knight on the dragon's back.

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