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A Song of Ice and Fire: Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

[A Song of Ice and Fire Fanfiction] Transported into the body Viserys Targaryen, the rightful sovereign of the Andals, Rhoynar, and the First Men, and the Guardian of the Realm, I embrace my title as the 'True Dragon.' **Update**- I can now confirm this book will be a harem book. around 250ish the book alludes to the possibility of it while introducing the first confirmed woman the MC sleeps with. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hello everyone, I wanted to diversify my projects a bit after my earlier stumbles and newfound success and motivation from my main translation work as I start to get into a groove of improving my translating abilities. ASOIAF and GoT overall seems to be a popular but have a somewhat underserved audience on here compared to something like Marvel, DC, and shonen jump manga /comics. That being said I am very well aware of the rather large distaste for bad Chinese fanfiction translations. I do my best to select works that have a large volume of chapters that are available to me. Given that I’m in the US and don’t have access to things like Alipay or WeChat (believe me I’ve tried :( ) to get access to more popular sites like b.faloo and my extreme unwillingness to just touch up existing MTL translations means I will continue to have to select from a limited number of projects. I also know the color of the eye on more human side of the face should be purplish but I'm still super new to using Midjourny as my focus this past month has been more on getting my quality up and creating a stockpile of chapters for my main translation project.-- also I got lucky with the image actually kind of reflecting a more intense version of what I would imagine the "golden finger" looks like.

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Chapter 330: Siege Begins

"Kill!"

The two figures clashed together.

Clang, clang, clang—

Snowflakes continued to fall from the sky, while below, the weapons of the two combatants collided violently, even sparking.

"You monster! Go back to the seventh hell where you belong!"

King Robert Baratheon roared, his round face dripping with sweat.

However, the king, known for his strength, seemed to be suppressed by the real White Walker.

The White Walker looked thin, like a skeleton, but its strength was extraordinarily terrifying, as if it was enhanced by magic.

The White Walker seemed to realize that the robust man in front of it was not ordinary, so it tried desperately to kill him.

It let out a horrifying shriek, like the sound of ice cracking, or some ancient language that had long been lost.

The White Walker wanted to kill the human king, but instead, it gave Robert an opportunity.

Thud—

The rotund king fell to the ground, panting slightly.

Clang—

Then, somewhat clumsily, he rolled on the spot, avoiding the White Walker's attack. The Walker's icy sword struck the ground.

"Die!"

Robert, holding the greatsword with both hands, seized the opportunity and fiercely thrust it into the Walker's chest.

Crack—

The Valyrian greatsword pierced the White Walker's chest, but there was no sound of a sword piercing flesh. It was like splitting a chunk of ice, making a grating sound that made one's teeth ache.

The White Walker seemed a little stunned, as if it hadn't expected to be defeated by a weak human.

Then, the next second.

Boom—

The White Walker's body suddenly made a loud noise, then exploded like a shattered ice block.

It turned into pieces of ice scattered all over the ground.

...

King Robert became the first person to kill a White Walker with his own hands. Leading the elite knights of the Seven Kingdoms, he achieved the first victory, greatly boosting the morale of the allied forces.

For a time, everyone in the allied forces praised the king's bravery, even calling him the 'White Walker Slayer', and there were some who mocked the cowardice of the two dukes.

Because once, King Robert, against all advice, decided to take the initiative to attack the White Walkers. This plan was strongly opposed by the Duke of Winterfell and the Duke of Dragonstone. They believed that the king should stay in the safe Winterfell and not risk his life.

But in the end, the facts proved that His Majesty the King was wise and brave, easily achieving victory in the war, annihilating more than three thousand wights with minimal losses.

And all the bodies, including the wights and human soldiers, were all burned to prevent the White Walkers from reviving these soldiers, increasing the number of wights.

After all, here were the best commanders and soldiers from all over the Seven Kingdoms. The strength of the Baratheon dynasty at its peak and the fragmented Baratheon dynasty after the War of the Five Kings were completely different.

A unified king can gather strong power and the hearts of the people, and everyone can face the enemy of all mankind together.

Before this battle, even a nobleman from the Riverlands suggested that they could ask for help from Viserys across the Narrow Sea.

After all, the Targaryen family had been the king of the Seven Kingdoms for nearly three hundred years, and now they are strong and powerful, how could they stand by and watch?

However, this suggestion was immediately vetoed by King Robert with a snort and a glare.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to kill his own people before the war, he would

even want to send this cowardly fool to the gallows.

He would never bow his head and ask for help from the remnants of the Targaryen family, even if he was defeated.

Even the cold-hearted Duke Eddard Stark showed a displeased expression in the great hall.

However, it seemed to remind him of his own illegitimate son, including his complex background, and then a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

This proposal, along with the first victory of the allied forces and the king's displeasure, ended here.

The figure of the White Walker really began to appear beyond the Wall, and the news of the first victory of the allied forces quickly flew over the Neck and spread to the south.

The nobles enjoying the warm life in the south raised their glasses to celebrate, praising the bravery of the king and thanking the soldiers for their dedication.

Casterly Rock, King's Landing, Riverrun, and other places all held banquets to celebrate this moment. A small victory was touted as a great victory, as if the moment of defeating the White Walkers was imminent.

However, in fact, the southern nobles had never seen such a monster and didn't take it to heart.

After all, His Majesty the King was standing in front of them.

And the news reached the wildling tribes mixed with the Hill tribes in the depths of the Mountains of the Moon.

The leader of the wildling tribe sneered at the celebration of these 'kneelers'.

These people didn't know what White Walkers were, let alone how terrifying these monsters were.

He even warned the Hill tribes, who had become their friends, to be ready to run south at any time if things went wrong.

The farthest south is what?

Called Dorne, right?

"White Walkers can't be killed!"

"Their bodies are extremely cold and can freeze all weapons, and they are covered in ice armor that is impervious to swords and spears!"

The wildlings have a wide range of activities beyond the Wall, and some cold-resistant races live in the snow-covered land all year round.

And they encountered the real White Walkers earlier than humans, and their intelligence was much more sufficient than humans.

At that time, the wildlings had fought with the White Walkers many times, and it was because they couldn't beat them that they wanted to run south.

"White Walkers can't be killed, and those killed by them will bizarrely resurrect, then get up from the ground, becoming monsters like walking corpses."

"The servants of the White Walkers are wights, and wights keep killing other humans, creating new wights."

"Like this over and over again..."

As he spoke, the leader of the wildling tribe shivered slightly, as if he didn't dare to continue. He had already imagined that terrifying scene.

The number of the army of the dead is growing at a terrifying speed.

"How could this be an enemy that humans can deal with?"

"Perhaps only the king in your mouth who has three dragons can defeat the White Walkers."

White Walkers are not humans, and neither are dragons.

Let these two extreme monsters that can trample and slaughter humans at will, one ice and one fire, perish together… perhaps this is the best outcome for humans.

...

The words of the wildling leader stunned the leaders of the Hill tribes.

However, in reality, everything he said was happening beyond the Wall.

King Robert crushed an army of wights, but it did not make the White Walkers retreat. This was just a drop in the bucket for the White Walkers.

A few days later.

Outside the Wall.

Dark shadows began to stir in the Haunted Forest.

"Are these... all dead?"

Standing on the top

of the Wall's watchtower, the soldier faced the snowstorm, the howling wind in his ears, and felt a chill run down his spine.

Then, finally, the warning horn sounded.

Woo—

In an instant, the entire silent sky was filled with the sound of the horn.

Hundreds of thousands of wights were pressing in, and more than a dozen White Walkers appeared at the front of the army of the dead.

The leading White Walker was clad in heavy ice armor, and on its bald head seemed to be a crown of ice.

A pair of deep blue eyes burned with cold flames.

It raised its head and looked at the top of the Wall.