Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 235 The First Dragon in the World
Jaime Lannister did indeed arrive, his eyes filled with pain, his blond hair disheveled, as if he were no longer the person he once was.

When he saw Eddard Stark, he froze.

“Edward Stark…” he said in a trembling voice, “You’re still alive…”

Everyone watched the two arch-enemies with bated breath.

Eddard slowly walked towards Jaime, and the two finally stood face to face. Eddard drew his longsword and pressed it against Jaime's throat.

“You betrayed me, Jaime Lannister.”

“Yes,” Jaime did not deny it, “besides that, I did many other wrong things, including pushing young Bran off the tower.”

"Why did you come here?" Ed tightened his grip on his sword, and a line of blood appeared on James's throat.

“Father is trapped in a lonely fortress, he’ll die sooner or later,” Jaime laughed bitterly. “Myrcella is dead, Joffrey is dead, Tommen is dead, Cersei is dead…”

His voice choked with emotion, "Cersei, she ruined everything, I can't let this continue."

Ed listened quietly. The hatred in his eyes gradually faded.

“I’m not here to atone for my sins,” James continued. “My sins are too heavy to atone for. I’m here to find my end.”

The two stared at each other for a long time, then suddenly, Ed lowered his sword.

“Jaime Lannister, today, we are not enemies. We are all living beings, facing the same threat.”

At that moment, Ed put aside his hatred, because every additional warrior meant a greater chance of victory.

As reinforcements arrived, the largest coalition army in Westeros history gathered beneath the Wall.

But faced with an enemy as vast as the stars, no one knew whether these troops were sufficient.

The Night King's army continued its relentless advance, and the Wall was already in grave danger.

...

Long night.

Nisha Nisha led him deep into the cave, where there was a fireplace with a roaring fire burning inside.

There was a chair on each side of the fireplace, and a book on the round table in the middle. When Rahalo saw it, he was speechless with shock!
This book is the very book that was seized from the Silent One!
It looked so new, yet Lahalo knew that it had wandered through the river of history for eight thousand years, and finally, by chance, merged into his body, giving him the power of fire!
“This is my diary, which records my understanding of fire and light.” Nisha Nisha noticed the strange look in Rahalo’s eyes, so she picked up the book and handed it to him. “I also sensed a power of the same origin in you.”

This isn't just about sharing the same roots; it's clearly inherited from Nisha Nisha's power!
With mixed feelings, Lahalo turned the pages of the book. He had almost been burned to death by this book on the Silent One, and now it just seemed like a bunch of unfamiliar words.

But this is not just a diary; it is clearly a guide to destiny spanning eight thousand years, a key to unlocking the path to defeating the God of Cold!
In the firelight, she began to tell a truth forgotten by history.

“My brother was not born evil,” Nisha Nisha said sadly. “His name was Lionel, and I brought him into the world on his feet. He was only a few minutes before me.”

"From a young age, we showed a talent for fire. At first, it was just a fun game. We competed with each other to see who was stronger."

As the long night approaches, the living face an unprecedented threat. I choose to follow Lahllo, seeking the strength to protect our people.

Lionel, however, chose a different path.

He believed that since the enemy used darkness and cold, they should also acquire the same power to fight against them.

He began to associate with the dark gods and learn their magic. Her eyes filled with tears. "I tried to dissuade him, but he said it was to protect our people."

"So the dark forces corrupted him?" Rahalo guessed.

Nisha Nisha nodded: "The dark god granted him immense power, but at the cost of his soul. He became ruthless and began to believe that only through conquest and domination could the world truly be protected."

He created an army of the dead, believing that the dead felt no pain, would not betray him, and were the most perfect beings.

"He became the Night King."

Yes. My dear brother has become my enemy.

Nisha Nisha finished speaking, tears streaming down her face.

At that moment, Azor Ahai came over.

“Nisa Nisa couldn’t bear to kill him, which is why I had to forge the Lightbringer. Only a divine sword forged with Nisa Nisa’s life force can completely destroy him.”

“But then Nisha Nisha will die too,” Rahalo said.

He didn't want to mention the fact that Azor Ahai ultimately failed. Although he killed the Night King Lynar, he didn't kill the Goddess of the Cold, which led to her return eight thousand years later.

Nobody wants to hear the devastating news that their efforts have ultimately failed.

“Yes,” Azor nodded painfully, “this is the only way. I tried to forge two divine swords, but both failed. Now only one last method remains…”

“I know what you’re trying to say,” Rajalo interrupted him, “that you chose to sacrifice your loved ones over others?”

Then he scoffed, "Let me tell you, if it takes sacrificing loved ones to usher in the dawn, then let's stay in the long night forever!"

Azor Ahai glared at him angrily: "What do you mean? Do you want to plunge the world into eternal darkness?"

“No. I came here to end the long night, but I also came to save my beloved and my unborn child.”

"A victory won by sacrificing loved ones is not a true victory," Rajalo continued.

That would bring eternal suffering.

Trust me, there must be other ways.

“Impossible!” Azor shook his head, looking at Nisha Nisha. “The prophecy is clear: only by forging weapons with the lives of loved ones can the Long Night be ended!”

"Is the Flame truly as prophesied?" Rahalo looked at Nisha Nisha's pained expression and guessed what she was thinking.

Unable to face the death of her own brother, she chose to die a martyr.

"Have you considered Nisha Nisha's feelings? Her beloved isn't just you, but also her brother Lionel!"

Rahalo's words struck Azor Ahai like a bolt of lightning; he froze, his expression instantly solidified.

He looked at Nisha Nisha again. She was still crying, but her eyes no longer held the relief that came with impending sacrifice. Instead, they held a sense of helplessness and profound sorrow, as if she had been seen through.

After a long silence, Nisha Nisha stood up.

“I truly cannot bring myself to harm my own brother, nor can I bear the pain of losing a loved one, so I chose death. But now, I have decided to pass on my divine essence to you, instead of that sword. Are you willing to accept it?”

Azor Ahai suddenly raised his head, a struggle flashing in his eyes. He wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

Upon hearing this, Rahalo was startled.

Accepting Nissa Nissa's divine essence means he will gain power far beyond that of mortals, enough to rival the Night King.

"Are you sure?"

“Isn’t it selfish to let my lover kill me with their own hands?” Nisha Nisha gave a bitter smile. “You and I share the same origin. You yearn for salvation, not destruction. You are more suited than us to bear this mission.”

Rahalo's gaze shifted between Nisha Nisha and Azor Ahai, and he thought of Daenerys, Margaery, and their unborn child.

All his efforts were to protect what he cherished, and if he could usher in a true dawn without sacrificing his beloved, he was willing to take the gamble.

“I accept,” Rahalo said in a deep voice. Nisha Nisha gave a relieved smile and led Rahalo out of the cave.

Before her lay an eternal night. Nisha Nisha stood in the wind and snow, the biting wind whipping her red robes around her. Seemingly oblivious, she closed her eyes and began to concentrate.

Gradually, she emitted a hazy, white-gold light, dispelling the surrounding chill. The campfire was stirred by this power, forming various complex patterns, or perhaps some kind of light runes, changing with her will.

Rahalo stood opposite Nisha Nisha, and he could feel an ancient and vast power flowing from her and surging toward him.

As the first rune of light penetrated his body, Rahalo felt an unprecedented tingling sensation, as if every cell in his body was cheering and welcoming the arrival of this primal power.

The divine essence gradually transformed into runes that flowed into his body, like countless platinum streams that flowed along his blood vessels, nerves, and bone marrow.

The skin became tough, as if covered with an invisible dragon scale, the muscle fibers were constantly reorganized, an indescribable sense of power surrounded the whole body, and the bones emitted a faint hum, becoming denser and indestructible.

A surge of intense energy rose and swirled through his spine, eventually converging in his head.

His sense of smell became more acute, his vision became clearer, and not only that, he could now even hear the sound of snow falling to the ground!

He could feel that he was no longer a mortal, but was transforming into a higher form of life, almost equivalent to light itself!
As the divine source continued to flow in, at the moment the energy reached saturation, a sliver of intense light suddenly emanated from Rahalo's body, swirling and circling around him as if it were alive.

As the overflowing light increased, covering an area of ​​over a hundred meters, it miraculously formed a huge red figure.

Its entire body is covered in crimson scales, and when its wings are spread, they blot out the sky!
It's Migo! His dragon!
And they've really grown up!
Migo let out a deafening roar, his golden vertical pupils staring at Rahalo, gleaming with intelligence.

This is not an illusion, but an existence manifested in an incredible way through the resonance between Nisha Nisha's divine essence and Rahalo's soul!
In this era, there were no dragons.

Migo is the first dragon in the world!

...

The Great Wall in modern times.

The Night King's army surged toward the Wall like a tidal wave, while the defenders' artillery was unleashing the most intense bombardment in history.

"Target: Zombie Mammoth Horde!" Baqu roared, "Load the shotgun!"

The gunners sprang into action, shouting, "Loading complete!"

"Fire!"

boom! boom! boom!
Twenty cannons fired simultaneously, the deafening explosions echoing through the sky. Gravel exploded among the mammoths, countless metal fragments raining down and tearing huge gaps in the enemy ranks.

"Excellent results!" the observer reported. "The mammoth herd has been severely damaged!"

"Keep firing! Target: Zombie Giant!" Baqu issued the new order.

This time they used solid shot, specifically designed to deal with large targets. The 12-pound iron balls slammed into the zombie giant with tremendous kinetic energy, each shot capable of blasting the giant to pieces and creating a path for the ghouls behind it.

At the same time, the tiger-squatting cannon was also firing.

The Tiger Crouching Cannon, loaded with 100 lead bullets, created a powerful area-of-effect attack, tearing the approaching ghouls to shreds.

“These weapons are indeed powerful,” Jon Snow observed the battle from the Wall, “but there are too many enemies.”

Indeed, despite the enormous casualties caused by the artillery fire, the number of enemy troops did not appear to have decreased significantly.

To make matters worse, the blizzards summoned by the Night King are becoming increasingly intense.

"The firing effect continues to decline!" a gun crew leader reported.

"Keep firing!" Baqu roared. "We can't let them get close!"

The situation gradually worsened.

Some zombie mammoths began to approach the artillery positions, their ivory gleaming coldly, ready to destroy these formidable weapons.

"Cavalry, prepare for battle!"

Lazar, who was waiting in the rear, reacted immediately, leading the left-wing heavy cavalry to charge towards the zombie mammoths approaching the artillery positions. Sharp scimitars kept slashing at the legs of these behemoths, slowing their movement.

Meanwhile, Dzeko's right-wing heavy cavalry also launched an attack, while Lacalo's light cavalry were tasked with clearing out the scattered ghouls.

"Excellent! The tactic of cavalry combined with artillery is very effective!"

Jon Snow, who was directing the catapults and ballistae in battle, couldn't help but admire Laharlal's military prowess upon seeing this scene.

But the battle is far from over!
As time went on, the defenders' ammunition dwindled, but more and more enemies continued to pour in.

"Ammunition reserves are down to 30%!" the quartermaster reported.

Baqu frowned.

At this rate of consumption, the artillery will soon become useless. He must use each shell more carefully.

As the cannons roared, Daenerys rode Haron, joining Rhaegal and Viserion in unleashing dragonfire upon the Night King's army.

"Dracarys!"

The three giant dragons, like mobile artillery platforms, circled in the air and swooped down, each breath of fire burning a fiery path through the enemy ranks.

All the ghouls that came into contact with the dragon's flames instantly burst into flames, emitting shrill howls.

"Watch out!" Jon shouted a warning, "The Night King is coming!"

Haron flapped his wings, spiraled into the air, and then swooped down, spewing scorching dragonfire at the Night King.

Suddenly, the Night King raised his hand, and countless ice crystals appeared in the sky. The dragon flames collided with the ice crystals, creating a huge cloud of steam that enveloped the entire battlefield.

Within the steam cloud, Rego attempted a sneak attack from the side, but the Night King conjured an ice spear and shot it towards Rego with lightning speed. The dragon narrowly missed the ice spear, roared, and flapped its wings to fly into the sky.

Daenerys roared, "Veselyon, your chance!"

Viserion let out an angry roar and unleashed dragonfire before the Night King could defend himself.

But shockingly, when the flames subsided, he was completely unharmed.

"How is this possible?" Daenerys exclaimed incredulously, "Dragonfire has no effect on him?"

The Night King revealed a strange smile, and then his right hand once again conjured an ice spear.

"Watch out! He's going to attack!" Jon shouted a warning.

The Night King hurled his ice spear, aiming straight for Haron!

Daenerys controlled Haron to dodge in an emergency; the ice spear grazed the dragon's side, leaving a deep wound.

At the same time, the Night King amplified the blizzard.

A fierce wind, carrying snow and ice, howled in, severely affecting the dragon's flight and drastically reducing visibility. The defenders on the Great Wall could no longer see the battle in the air.

"This can't go on!" Daenerys realized the gravity of the situation. "Rego, Viserion, retreat!"

(End of this chapter)