The coalition forces, which had already fought their last battle and were in desperate situation, were slightly shocked at the reinforcements that suddenly dropped from the sky at first, but then they woke up and shouted loudly.
Although the dragon has disappeared from this world for more than a hundred years, the story about the dragon is still widely circulated in the Seven Kingdoms.
The desperate situation of the coalition forces instantly erupted into cheers like mountain roars and tsunamis.
Many soldiers could not help but cry with joy, seeing the light in despair.
"dragon!"
"The one on the dragon's back is His Highness the Prince!"
"Oh my god, we have reinforcements!"
The sharp-eyed soldier immediately spotted the young dragon knight riding on the dragon's back. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he could see that he had the extremely iconic long silver-gold hair.
This is the symbol of the orthodox royal family that has ruled Westeros for almost three hundred years. This symbol has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people of the Seven Kingdoms.
Viserys was crowned on Dragonstone and proclaimed king on the Essos continent, but for the people of the Seven Kingdoms, the most direct impression of Viserys still remains as the second prince of the Targaryen family, not the king.
After all, he has never sat on the Iron Throne.
The huge figure of the Black Death continued to fly in the sky, and then spit out blazing flames and burned the corpses to death. Countless corpses were turned into ashes in the dragon flames, saving the lives of countless coalition soldiers.
…
"Ed! Ed!"
"Wake up! Hey! Stop pretending to be dead! I saw you open your eyes!"
And in the smoke and fire, the dragon flames that had just surged suddenly fell in front of Robert's eyes, blasting the group of wights that were howling in front of him into ashes.
The pillar of red fire breathed out by the dragon plowed a deep ravine on the ground that led straight into the distance, without even noticing Robert.
The king of the Seven Kingdoms, however, had no regard for dignity and was so frightened that he lay on the ground with his buttocks sticking out.
But even so, His Majesty the King's cheeks were blackened by the dragon flames, only a pair of eyes were still bright, and his black beard was curled by the flames, making him look a little embarrassed.
After Robert Baratheon climbed up from the ground in embarrassment, he dragged the Duke of Winterfell with him, who was also lying on the ground regardless of his embarrassment. The Duke of Winterfell was still in shock.
Then he asked loudly.
"Ed! Hey!"
"Is this a fucking dragon?!"
Ed had just climbed up from the ground, breathing heavily. His dark brown hair was messy and his eyes were still a little uneasy. He looked up at the huge figure that was flying and spitting flames in the distance.
He was shocked just now, and even now he is still in shock. He thought that he and Robert were going to be burned to death by the dragon's flames, and the family's Valyrian steel sword and ice were thrown away.
Arrived to the side.
But he didn't expect that the dragon knight sitting on the dragon's back didn't notice the little man on the ground at all, let alone wanted to burn him to death with a mouthful of dragon flame.
"Yes, that's right."
"Robert."
Ed patted the dust off his body, took a final breath, and calmed down his frightened mood.
Then he bent down and picked up the Stark family's heirloom weapon from the ground, and then ignored the dignity of the Duke of Winterfell.
"Congratulations, this is a fucking dragon!"
However, when Robert heard what his good brother said, instead of showing the fear, anger or other negative emotions that he should have, he laughed out loud, and the fat on his belly trembled slightly.
"Hahaha--"
Eddard Stark heard Robert's heartless laughter and felt like his nose was going to be twisted with anger.
"Honorable Robert or what a piece of shit your majesty is!"
Then the Duke of Winterfell couldn't help but cursed again.
For Eddard, the honor and etiquette of nobles were all forgotten in the blood-soaked and dangerous battlefield. Eddard angrily pointed at 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 just almost burned us to ashes!"
"When the war is over, its owner will want to put your head on the tip of a spear and parade it through the streets!"
But after Ed's words fell, Robert didn't think of stopping laughing. They stood on the battlefield and the smoke around them was still filled. Then the king of the Seven Kingdoms slightly restrained his smile, waved his hands and said indifferently.
.
"I don't care how I die in the future."
"That's what happens later."
"Ed."
"At least I know now that with the help of the dragon, I won't die immediately at the hands of the dog-eating White Walkers, let alone turn into these disgusting disgusting monsters."
"The Riverlands, the Vale, King's Landing...I am the King of the Seven Kingdoms."
Robert pointed a thick finger at his chest.
"I can't just watch my people die at the hands of the White Walkers."
This is also the reason why Robert was unwilling to retreat in front of the Twins, and even had the intention to die, because if he died, he would not be able to see it. As long as he was alive, he could not allow these things to happen.
"Everyone!"
"Fight with me!"
The King of the Seven Kingdoms, Robert Baratheon, whose cheeks were blackened by dragon flames, then raised the Storm Hammer in his hand and shouted loudly.
"drink!"
With the help of the giant dragon, the morale of the coalition forces instantly reversed 180 degrees and became as powerful as a rainbow. Instead, they rushed towards the army of corpses.
In the sky far away from the core battlefield, Viserys was flying towards the rear of the ghoul army on a giant dragon.
Rumble——
Baleraine lowered his flight altitude, spitting dragon flames and bombarding the Green Fork River. The hard ice shattered instantly, and countless corpses standing on the ice fell into the cold and fast river water.
Viserys sat on Balerion's back, the wind howling in his ears, and a pair of violet eyes locked on the White Walker not far away.
He immediately saw the white ghost in the middle with the ice crown on his head.
"He is the Night King."
Viserys's heart tightened slightly.
And in the distance.
Hundreds of skeleton horses stood quietly behind the army of the dead, making no sound. They watched helplessly as the dragon breathed dragon flames and burned a large number of corpses to death, without doing anything.
The Night King held the reins with one hand and stared at the young dragon knight on the dragon's back, while Viserys was also looking at him from a distance.
The two looked at each other.
Qiang——
Viserys pulled out the Dusk from his waist.
"Ouch!"
The Night King made a bone-chilling sound from his mouth, and then stretched out his hand. A short ice spear gradually condensed in his hand, and then he aimed it at Viserys and threw it suddenly!
A mere mortal was not worthy of his personal action, but the human being in front of him seemed to be no longer an ordinary mortal.
Whoosh——
The short ice spear tore through the air and let out a sharp scream, flying straight towards the dragon knight on the dragon's back.