Game of Thrones: The Prideful One - Chapter 154: The End of A Song of Ice and Fire: Part 1 - Game of Thrones 151

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Two massive explosions of green light had descended from the sky into the enemy forces a few hours ago. Almost like the gods themselves had smitten the unholy creature coming our way, but I knew better than to believe that. The gods were a bunch of assholes. However, the fact remained that whatever it was, it hit the enemy lines hard enough for everyone to hear from this distance, meaning Ronard had done something.

The door behind opened,

“Ronar-” I started to see it was Oberyn who was coming.

“Well… twice in a day…” Oberyn chuckled, “Not quite,”

“Oberyn,” I sighed.

Oberyn chuckled as he gave a curt nod. “The very same, unique and irreplaceable, Oberyn Martell,”

“Is there anything you need?” I asked.

“Not really… trying to keep my mind occupied with the fact we might all die,” Oberyn sighed.

“We will die fighting if that’s our destiny,” I stated.

“That’s the plan,” Oberyn chuckled, “Though, I like to believe Ronard will win… you know with his crazy luck,”

“That’s what we are all believing…” I smiled.

“Where is Ronard, by the way?” Oberyn asked me.

“I don’t know,” I answered.

“I do…” Ned Stark stated as he entered the room, “The King gave his orders… we are to move now…”

Move now? What had changed? “Any change of plans?” I asked Ned Stark.

“No… he just modified our waiting time…” Ned Stark answered with a grim look, “He said… it’s all or nothing now… and that you have to leave…”

“I won’t leave him alone…” I half-shouted.

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[Ronard Mormont POV]

“I see you’ve had your fun with my newest weapon,” I stated plainly as I flew above him, with Neltharion holding one of the last two bombs on his claws, ready to drop it…. while Rhaegal held the last one high above us, flying above the enemy lines.

“Wanted to take in the sights. Enjoy the walk… before destroying all life ….” The undead lich replied with a growl and then gestured to me. “But you seem to have forgotten about how hopeless you were last time we fought…. did you forget the result?” The undead smirked.

“It’s hard to forget.” I shrugged, “First time I have ever lost, so… that memory will haunt me for a long time…”

As I talked with him, my attention shifted to his army and how much the explosions had hurt his man power.

“Then… you should know you can’t defeat me…” The Night King proudly stated.

My attention shifted from his army back to him as I chuckled bitterly, “Things have changed.”

The Undead King looked at me, with clear amusement on his face, “Oh? How so?”

I smiled as I pointed Dawn at him. “The opportunity for you to be able to defeat me has come and gone. You’re no longer capable.” I told him.

“Is that so?” The Undead King asked, almost hissing in anger.

“You had your chance to kill me… and you did… but you should’ve gone for the head,” I smiled, devoid of all emotion.

“You think a month… is enough to bypass the wall between you and me?” The Undead King scoffed, “Arrogant little brat…”

I eyed him for a second before I started to chuckle, “I did not think of you for a whiner… quite the letdown,” I sighed, “I surpassed you… because you killed me… I no longer have any stops… any shackles… you will fail… like it has been written… don’t blame me for it… blame the gods for fucking us up,”

The Night King chuckled at that. “Have you seen my army? It is the greatest army known to men! I can’t be stopped!”

“Well… if you say so…” I sighed, deciding it was best to show him later… I was not going to commit the same mistake I did last time… no, I just came here to deliver a package, and as to why I had come personally… well, to select the most problematic targets.

“You think I’m going to let you go?” The Night King growled, moving towards me.

“No… but,” I smiled, as I whistled the signal to let Rhaegal know it was time to drop the tactical medieval nuke on them, “I bet that buys me more than enough time to get out,” I winked at the undead king.

The Night King looked at me, as his general covered him from the explosion, anger in his eyes… to think I once thought he was an emotionless monster…. when in reality, he was just a normal monster.

“I will kill you,” The Undead growled, as the fire engulfed thousands of his minions and me, but unlike the white walkers for us… this was like a day on the beach, barely an inconvenience, the perks of being fireproof.

As neltharion flew out of the fire, I pointed to our target… the fairy tail creature section… where Giants, Winter Spiders, and other unknown creatures were… it was the best point to target… almost too good… I wonder why he would do such a thing… This just made my selection process easier.

“There,” I commanded.

*On it!* Neltherion nodded, dropping the bomb on the location I had asked, and soon enough, another explosion engulfed the area in a green fire.

“Let’s go… we have an army to lead…” I ordered for I had completed my mission here, one I had enraged the Night King and two… I had taken the majority of his giants during this.

Why did I want to enrage him? Well, rage is a human emotion that brings the greatest minds in the world to a retarded level… fighting an angry enemy is easier than to fight a calm and collected one.

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[1 HOUR LATER]

Daenerys was not happy with my suicidal idea… nor were any of my generals… even Oberyn was questioning my sanity, but who the fucks cares right now.

“How could you do-” I stopped her with a long passionate kiss.

“You will have time to kill me later… for now, I need you to go with Melisandre… she will protect you,” I smiled.

“I won’t leave you alone…” Daenerys said, stepping her foot down.

“I’m not alone… besides… You and Melisandre have a role to play…” No, they didn’t… I had convinced Melisandre to lie to Daenerys if things went… south for me; that way, Daenerys would comply, thinking she was helping me.

“We will use the royal blood to smite the enemies of our King,” Melisandre stated, and that part was true… I had given her a lot of my blood, for in her own words, my blood had powers beyond comprehension. Though this power had downsides… for examples… every time she used my blood for something, I would lose some of my lifespan. But considering my lifespan was greater than any human around… it was a good exchange; even if it meant only living a month after the war, I would be happy to leave my family safe.

Besides.

With my blood, she would be able to create… shadow soldiers, set my enemies on fire from a distance… and bless my army with power.

A good trade if you ask me.

“Why do I have to be with her if she already has that?” Daenerys inquired.

“You need to give her permission every time she uses it…” That was a lie… made to keep her out of the danger.

“You are his soulmate… only you can allow me to use his royal blood to do my magic,” Melisandre lied… thank god she was with me on this one.

“How long do we have?” Ned asked me.

“A day… the Night King won’t take this dance… slowly anymore,” I answered.

“Well… if I am to die… then…” Oberyn said kissing a random guard, “There… better, I will go down like the horny snake I am,”

“I… I don’t care,” Ned sighed, rolling his eyes at him… huh.. Ned is really growing, neat.

The final battle was near… life and death… “Jon,” I turned to my friend/nephew.

“Yes my suicidal King…?” Jon smiled, getting a glare from Dany.

“Very funny…” I chuckled as I tossed Longclaw to him, “I already have two blades… use that one,”

“I- I can’t… this is the ancestral sword of House Mormont…” Jon stammered, holding the sword like it was some kind of baby, fragile and unique.

��I already have Dawn and Lightbringer… wield Longclaw for me,” I chuckled, “Give it back after the battle… that’s an order,”

“As you wish my King,” Jon nodded with a smile.

“By the way… why are you so cool with me having Dawn… Oberyn?” I asked my snake-like friend.

“If that over glorified blade gives you an edge to win… I don’t care… heck if you need my brother’s wheelchair to win, I will myself kick him out of it… and give it to you…” Oberyn laughed, “You really think at this point anyone cares about who owns what blade? Fuck that… I want to live to fuck another day…”

Well… that was a very Oberyn like response.