Chapter 392: Facing the Night King

"Dragon!"

"It's a dragon!"

The allied forces, already cornered and desperate, were initially stunned by the sudden arrival of reinforcements from the sky. However, they quickly came to their senses and began to shout loudly.

Although dragons had disappeared from this world for over a hundred years, stories about them were still widely circulated in the Seven Kingdoms.

The cheers of the desperate allied forces erupted like a tsunami.

Some soldiers couldn't help but weep with joy, seeing light in their despair.

"Dragon!"

"The prince is on the dragon!"

"My God, we have reinforcements!"

Sharp-eyed soldiers spotted the young dragon rider on the dragon's back. Although they couldn't see his face clearly, they saw his distinctive silver-gold hair.

This was the symbol of the legitimate royal family that had ruled Westeros for nearly three hundred years. This symbol was deeply ingrained in the hearts of the people of the Seven Kingdoms.

Viserys was crowned on Dragonstone and declared king on the continent of Essos, but for the people of the Seven Kingdoms, their most direct impression of Viserys still remained as the second prince of the Targaryen family, not as a king, since he had not yet sat on the Iron Throne.

The massive figure of the Black Dread constantly danced in the sky, then spewed out flames that burned the wights. Countless wights turned to ashes in the dragon's flame, saving the lives of countless allied soldiers.

...

"Edd! Edd!"

"Wake up! Hey! Stop playing dead! I saw you open your eyes!"

In the midst of the smoke and fire, the surging dragon flame had just fallen in front of Robert, turning a group of wights that had just been howling in front of him into ashes.

The red pillar of fire spat out by the dragon plowed a deep trench on the ground, heading straight to the distance, completely ignoring Robert.

The king of the Seven Kingdoms, however, didn't care about his dignity and was scared enough to lie flat on the ground.

Even so, the king's cheeks were blackened by the dragon's flame, only his eyes were still bright. His black beard was curled by the fire, looking somewhat disheveled.

Robert Baratheon, after clumsily getting up from the ground, pulled up the Duke of Winterfell, who was also lying on the ground with him, still somewhat in shock.

Then he asked loudly.

"Edd! Hey!"

"Is this damn thing a dragon?!"

Eddard Stark had just gotten up from the ground, panting heavily. His dark brown hair was disheveled, his eyes still filled with some unease. He looked up at the huge figure in the distant sky, constantly flying and spewing fire.

He had just been scared out of his wits, and even now he was still somewhat in shock. He thought that he and Robert were going to be burned to death by the dragon. The ancestral Valyrian steel sword Ice of the Stark family had been thrown aside.

But he didn't expect that the dragon rider on the dragon's back didn't even notice the little people on the ground, let alone want to burn them with a dragon's flame.

"Yes, that's right."

"Robert."

Eddard patted the dust off his body, took a deep breath, and calmed his shocked mind.

Then he bent down to pick up the ancestral weapon of the Stark family from the ground, and didn't care about the dignity of the Duke of Winterfell.

"Congratulations, this damn thing is a dragon!"

However, upon hearing his good brother's words, Robert didn't show any expected fear, anger, or other negative emotions. Instead, he burst into laughter, his belly fat trembling slightly.

"Hahaha——"

Eddard Stark heard Robert's heartless laughter and felt his nose was about to be crooked with anger.

"Respectable Robert or whatever dogshit king!"

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

For Eddard, all the noble honor and etiquette were thrown behind his head on the thrilling and dangerous battlefield. Eddard pointed at Robert's nose and yelled.

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

"Not you!"

"It almost turned us into ashes just now!"

"After the war is over, its master would love to parade your head on a spear!"

But when Eddard's words fell, Robert didn't seem to want to stop laughing. They stood on the battlefield with smoke still lingering around them. Then the king of the Seven Kingdoms finally slightly restrained his laughter, waved his hand indifferently, and said.

"I don't care how I'll die in the future."

"That's something that will happen later."

"Edd."

"At least I know that with the help of the dragon, I won't die immediately in the hands of the damn White Walkers, and I certainly won't become these disgusting monsters."

"Riverlands, Vale, King's Landing, I am the king of the Seven Kingdoms."

Robert pointed at his chest with his sturdy finger.

"I can't stand by and watch my people die in the hands of the White Walkers."

This is also why Robert was unwilling to retreat in front of the Twins, even harboring a death wish, because if he died, he wouldn't see it, as long as he was alive, he couldn't allow these things to happen.

"Everyone!"

"Follow me and charge!"

The king of the Seven Kingdoms, Robert Baratheon, had his cheeks blackened by the dragon's flame, then he raised his storm hammer high and shouted.

"Charge!"

With the help of the dragon, the morale of the allied forces instantly turned around and became high-spirited, and they charged towards the army of the dead.

Meanwhile, in the sky far from the core battlefield, Viserys was riding his dragon towards the rear of the army of the dead.

Rumble——

Balerion lowered its flight altitude, spewing dragon flame and striking the surface of the Green Fork. The hard ice surface shattered instantly, and countless wights standing on the ice surface fell into the cold and rushing river.

Viserys sat on the back of Balerion, with the howling wind in his ears. His violet eyes were locked on the White Walkers not far away.

He saw the White Walker in the middle with an ice crown on his head at a glance.

"He is the Night King."

Viserys's heart tightened slightly.

In the distance.

Hundreds of skeletal horses stood quietly behind the army of the dead, silent. They watched the dragon spewing dragon flame and burning a large number of wights, but they were indifferent.

The Night King stared at the young dragon rider on the dragon's back, and Viserys was also looking at him from afar.

Their eyes met.

Clang——

Viserys drew the Dusk from his waist.

"Hiss!"

The Night King made a cold and bone-chilling sound from his mouth, then stretched out his hand. An ice spear gradually condensed in his hand, then he aimed at Viserys and threw it out fiercely!

A mere mortal was not worth his personal shot, but the human in front of him seemed to be no ordinary mortal.

Whoosh——

The ice spear tore through the air and made a sharp whistling sound, flying straight towards the dragon rider on the dragon's back.