Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day.

Chapter 665 Dragon vs Giant
The desolate tombs of our ancestors.

Tens of thousands of troops marched like a tide, heading straight for Winterfell in the north.

"Hiss-"

A huge, coal-black monster streaked across the sky, slowly descending and circling over the Army Kingdom Avenue.

The sound of horse hooves trampling was frequent.

Facing the coalition forces from the front, a team composed entirely of cavalry came in a mighty force.

"Xu~~"

The strong old man with gray hair and beard pulled the reins tightly, with a huge two-handed sword slung on his back.

All members of the team wore the thickest fur coats, rode two or even three horses, and carried weapons, food, and armor with them.

boom--

The Glutton landed on the ground, raised his head and let out a long howl.

Thousands of war horses were frightened and retreated backwards, neighing.

The knights tightened the reins, trying their best to control their horses from collapsing to the ground.

Rhaegar sat upright on his saddle and recognized the leader of the army in front of him. "Lord Rodrick Dustin, are you heading north to the Wall as well?"

The strong old man was none other than Lord Roderic, who had previously visited King's Landing. He was also the powerful warrior and strategist known as "Old Man" by the people of the North.

Tap tap
The warhorse shrank forward, and Rodrick, carrying the banner of the dire wolf's head on his shoulder, said in a rough voice: "Thanks to the old gods, your majesty led the army to support the Great Wall. The North will never forget!"

As he shouted, his weathered old face broke into a hearty laugh.

They, the Winter Wolf Army, which assembled the first "warriors" in the North, were heading to the Wall to die.

They resist the severe cold with their flesh and blood, and sacrifice their lives in exchange for one more hot meal for their families.

If the Majesties of the Seven Kingdoms come in person on their dragons, they might be able to eat their fill before dying.

Looking at the old earl who was laughing, Rhaegar stood in awe and said solemnly, "Return to the team. All expenses will be paid by the coalition forces."

The Winter Wolves were composed entirely of older Northern men, many of whom had gray beards like Rodrick.

But everyone looked solemn and faced the wind, snow and the dragon without fear.

They are truly elite.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your generosity."

Rodrick dismounted, strode to the front of the pitch-black dragon, and knelt on one knee to greet it.

Although the old man has a carefree personality, he attaches great importance to tradition and gratitude.

The support of the Southerners to the North is an indelible friendship.

Rhaegar slid down the dragon's back. The old earl looked at him with sharp eyes, clearly aware of the dragon's power.

"How many troops are there in your army?"

"There are more than 2,000 people in total, and tens of thousands of cattle, sheep and horses."

Roderick said in all seriousness and honesty, "This year's harvest is completely destroyed. Every household can only rely on the food stored in previous years to survive the winter. All extra men and livestock must be taken away."

Not only did those who stayed at home need food, but the men who joined the army heading north also needed rations on the road.

Livestock is the best source of food.

"The army will enter Winterfell first, and then take the cavalry to the Wall."

Looking at the barren land covered with snow, Rhaegar announced: "The riverlands will continue to deliver food. There is no need to worry about starving or freezing."

The White Walkers are the enemy, and only by defeating them can we win.

To this end, the entire territory must support the North.

With the reputation of King Rhaegar I of the Targaryen family, nobles from all over the Seven Kingdoms had to obey his orders.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Rodrick is not good at flattering, but his loud voice can be heard throughout the wilderness.

……

Several days of marching.

Winterfell, Godswood.

The patter...

The warm spring water gurgles, and the black dragon's tail stirs up slight ripples.

The glutton was crawling on the side, half of his body immersed in the hot spring, his green vertical pupils half open and half closed as he dozed off.

In the vast forest, the snow covered the ground more than three feet deep.

The cold wind blew from time to time, blowing up snowflakes that fell on the scales of the giant creature.

"No! You can't do this to the heart tree!"

A sharp cry suddenly sounded, accompanied by the sound of angry jumping.

Boom——

Just as he finished speaking, a giant tree in the woods fell to the ground with a loud bang, sending up a cloud of falling snow.

Then more and more trees fell.

The Winter Wolf Army, dressed in thick coats and holding axes, worked hard to cut down the sacred forest and the outer wolf forest.

Seeing the trees being cut down one after another, the son of the forest bared his teeth and said, "You must respect the heart trees. You can't cut down the forest."

Trees are a shield of protection for the children of the forest.

Eight thousand years ago, the ancestors landed on the continent of Westeros and cut down most of the forests and heart trees.

"They weren't cutting heart trees, just regular wood."

Rhaegar reached out and held down the squirrel man's chestnut head, and said calmly: "Winterfell needs firewood. As part of the North, Wolf Forest must make sacrifices."

"No, if you cut down all the forests, nature will take its revenge."

The Child of the Forest opened his green eyes wide and crawled around like a monkey.

Occasionally he would sneak up behind Rhaegar and grab the corner of his clothes to try to climb up.

Rhaegar shook her off, not caring: "The weirwoods will stay. If you are worried about being homeless in the future, you can migrate to the Kingswood or the Rainforest."

The more you come into contact with it, the more you will discover it.

Children of the Forest is really fun.

She has a simple temperament, a petite body and is not very threatening, but most importantly, she is very smart and proficient in magic.

No wonder they were unable to defeat the ancestors and were driven to live north of Jingze.

I walked out of the gate of the Godwood and returned to the castle on the muddy water melted by the snow.

As soon as I pushed the door open, I saw Rhaenyra directing the servants to work.

Repairing castles and walls, settling troops in temporary quarters, moving food storage cellars...

She was wearing a thick black dress and her cool and elegant temperament was unattainable.

She displayed the majesty of a queen and naturally became the mistress of Winterfell.

It's because Duke Creggan's wife died early, and the huge Winterfell still relies on the old maester to support it.

"Rhaegar, you're back."

Rhaenyra took the time to glance at it and quickly pulled out a piece of letter from her sleeve.

"Where are Bernilla and the others?"

Rhaegar looked around and saw servants busy at work.

"They are tidying up the crypts. It's warmer there, suitable for dragons to hide."

With a concerned look in her eyes, Rhaenyra stood on tiptoe to tighten Lei's collar.

Moon Dance and Dawn are both young dragons and cannot withstand the cold winds of the north.

Fortunately, it was small enough to fit into the tomb.

Rhaegar leaned down slightly, resting his chin on the furry shoulders, letting them do whatever they wanted.

He put his hands under his arms and opened the envelope to look inside.

"This is a letter from Changcheng. Is there something wrong?"

Rhaenyra twisted her snowy neck and fell accidentally into the broad chest.

Rhaegar held the tight waist with one hand and held the envelope tightly with the other.

Not good news.

The wildling army attacked every now and then, and the Night's Watch was exhausted from defending day and night.

"Looks like I have to go."

Rhaegar's voice was gentle, with a hint of heaviness.

The conflict between the Northerners and the wildlings was difficult to resolve, and the Great Wall became a chasm of separation.

"Leave Winterfell to me. Send a message if needed."

Rhaenyra warned quietly.

Rhaegar nodded slightly, thinking about how to solve the problem of the wildlings.

The appearance of the White Walkers directly threatens all living people inside and outside the Great Wall.

It is understandable that the barbarians attacked the Great Wall in order to survive.

If possible, it would be best to migrate tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands or even millions of savages to within the Great Wall.

If you stay outside the Great Wall, you will eventually become part of the army of the dead.

……

King's Landing.

Red Fort, Parliament Hall.

Damon sat in the main seat, listening to the discussion with an impatient look on his face.

"Lord Jason of Lannister has not yet sent out his troops, but even the Earl of the Golden Tooth has taken the initiative to send his infantry north."

"Duke Jason is still in bed, but unfortunately we have no idea of ​​his condition."

"He is defying the Iron Throne and ignoring orders from abroad!"

Lin Man's old face drooped as he cursed indignantly.

The king's power is sacred and inviolable. How can a duke of a region take the lead in disobeying the king's order when the kingdom is in danger?

"Excuse me, but as far as I know, Lord Lin Man's family has not sent anyone to the North."

A strange face appeared at the royal meeting, it was Earl Desmond of White Harbor.

Attending as a representative of the North.

Lin Man was speechless when he heard this, and his face turned red.

"That's wrong. Sir Alan Bisbury has responded to the Lord's call and is resisting the invasion of foreign forces."

Otto Hightower sat at the side and lightly resolved Lin Man's embarrassment.

The royal court was short of manpower, so Otto, who was far away in Norvos, returned to the throne.

Although not likable, it can solve many government affairs well.

Seeing someone refute him, Desmond narrowed his eyes and said, "The merchants from Quarles had an agreement with His Majesty first. White Harbor did not drive them away."

"That's because there is no Mandalay Bank in the frozen port of White Harbor."

Otto glanced at him with an unfriendly tone.

They are all old foxes, who can hide their tails?

Desmond was speechless and turned his head away in dismay.

Lin Man took advantage of the situation and continued to add fuel to the fire: "Duke Jason openly disobeyed the king's order and must be punished."

"What kind of punishment?"

Damon was very interested, hoping to hear something that would suit his taste.

"Just as your majesty wishes."

Lin Man reached into his sleeve and pulled out a letter.

Grand Maester Orvel stood up, took the letter and handed it to Damon on the opposite side.

At the same time, he whispered, "The king means that Duke Jason is delaying the dispatch of troops, and he needs a dragon to check on his condition."

"Only in this way can we restore the dignity of the royal family."

Otto echoed the sentiments and expressed dissatisfaction with the Lannister family.

Damon read the letter and swept his eyes over everyone's faces obscurely.

boom!
He slammed the table and said unkindly, "Very good, let's see how sick Duke Jason is."

"Hiss... Ga..."

Immediately, a long, sharp scream came from outside the window and reached everyone's ears.

In the back garden of the Red Fort.

A thin layer of snow covered the ground, and the beautiful flowers and plants in October looked wilted.

A scarlet dragon as long as a snake slowly crawled out of the snow, snowflakes flying as it swung its body, and it raised its sharp, evil dragon head.

……

The Great Wall of Despair.

Boom boom boom!
The dull and powerful beating of war drums caused the snow covering the ground to tremble slightly.

"Come on!"

Tens of thousands of savage troops crossed the Haunted Forest, roaring and launching round after round of charges.

Before he reached the Great Wall, dense arrows fell like rain.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the savage's body fell to the ground like a wild dog on the roadside.

However, more savages trampled on their companions and ran towards the approaching Great Wall.

"Shoot the arrows! Pour the kerosene too!"

On the Great Wall, old Benjyko spoke in a loud voice, drew his sword and commanded the Night's Watch to fight back.

"We can't go on like this. Sooner or later, our arrows and kerosene will run out."

Cragen pulled old Benji Ko over, his eyes filled with unspeakable worry.

"What else can I do, my Lord?"

Old Benji Ko broke free from the young man's hand and said in a deep voice: "The oath of the Night's Watch is to watch until the last moment."

Even if we run out of ammunition and food.

"Roar, follow Nunu!"

Suddenly, a muffled roar came from below, and the ground shook violently.

Cregan's heart sank as he saw a shocking scene from the observation deck.

I saw the savage army below separate to both sides in an orderly manner, making way for a passage.

A tall mammoth dragged a thick tree trunk, swinging its long trunk and running while neighing.

Behind the mammoth was a group of monsters seven or eight meters tall.

More than a dozen giants covered in animal skins and with lush hair charged side by side, forming an unmatched army of giants.

Leading the way was an ugly giant, wielding a mace modified from a hammer, and ramming it into the gate of the underground passage of the Great Wall like a chariot.

"Attack quickly, pour kerosene down!"

The night watchmen were terrified and hurriedly carried kerosene barrels.

In a moment of carelessness, the kerosene barrel rolled down from the city wall before it was opened.

boom!
It exploded violently upon encountering fire, but was unable to effectively stop the army of giants.

Led by the ugly giant, four or five giants huddled together under the city wall and worked together to lift the iron gate weighing thousands of pounds.

Rumbling--

The door slowly lifted up, revealing the solid wood door panel behind it.

"I come!"

A giant, with clumsy movements, picked up the tree trunk dragged by the mammoth and placed it under the gate.

With a bang, the door opened to a height of one person from the ground.

"Haha, great job, giant."

"Fuck that son of a bitch crow!"

The savage army rushed through the flames ignited by kerosene and squeezed into the passage.

Without the obstruction of the iron fence, the solid wooden door was like a layer of window paper, unable to withstand the savages' hacking and chopping.

After a while, a groove was chiseled out.

Seeing this scene, the night watchmen on the city wall felt their hands and feet turn cold.

"Ten men, follow me and block the door to the underground passage!"

Creggan stood up, drew out his clan sword, Hanbing, and shouted.

No matter what, we must not let the savages attack.

Soon, ten brave night watchmen broke away from the team and followed the Duke towards the capstan ladder with a fearless attitude.

boom! boom!
There were continuous muffled noises coming from below; it was the giant trying to completely dismantle the iron fence.

Cragen held his breath and silently prayed to the heart tree.

There is no enemy that is too powerful to be defeated, and no desperate situation where one is bound to die.

boom!
The iron fence rumbled and large pieces of rubble fell off.

Cregan stepped onto the capstan ladder and squeezed his eyes shut.

"Hiss-"

Suddenly, a dragon roar as loud as thunder came from afar, making people's ears hurt.

Cregan's heart trembled and he immediately opened his eyes wide.

boom--

The shadow enveloped the white earth, covering the Great Wall from far to near.

A pair of wings as black as coal were like a curtain hanging from the sky. When they flapped, strong winds emerged, swallowing up all the sunlight.

"Dragon Flame!"

The cold voice gave the order, echoing from above.

"Hiss-"

A giant black dragon flew through the air, stepped on the top of the Great Wall with its sharp hind legs, lowered its head and roared, spewing out dark green dragon flames.

The dark green dragon flame like ash gently fell, submerging most of the battlefield.

The savages had no time to dodge and were stuck by the dragon flames that were like their tarsal bones, and they let out desperate and shrill screams.

Rhaegar showed no emotion. He drew out the black fire from his waist and slid off the dragon's back.

next moment.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

The gorgeous golden dragon and the ugly mud dragon chased after them, roaring and spewing dragon flames.

But no matter what the riders on the dragon's back ordered, the two dragons only circled above the Great Wall and never crossed beyond the Great Wall.

boom--

The Glutton gripped the edge of the wall with the claws of its forelimbs, stretched its neck and looked down, splashing as much dark green dragon flame as possible under the Great Wall.

His pale green vertical pupils were solemn and hot white smoke emanated from his body.

It seems like there is some huge threat outside the Great Wall.

the other side.

Black Castle, entrance to the underground passage.

With cold eyes, Rega walked towards the exit separated by multiple gates step by step, holding Black Fire.

The dragonborn's true form was revealed, with wisps of black flames swirling around his body.

Like the forehead and heart, the left side of the neck is covered with a layer of black scales, making the entire left arm three times stronger.

(End of this chapter)