Chapter 326: The Dragon Witch and the Torrential Flames

Dany was filled with heroic spirit, lifting a fireball in her left hand as she shouted loudly, "Stand aside, leave that giant to me!"

"The Dragon Queen is here! The dragon is here!" her temporary attendant Halle immediately bellowed at the top of his lungs.

Dany stepped forward, fireball extended. "Watch me—huh?!"

She couldn't move.

Something was pulling at her leg.

"Shit!" She looked down, and her face turned green.

A wildling with a spine broken in several places was clinging to her left calf, fiercely gnawing on the heel of her iron boot.

"Whoosh—" From the spinning fireball in her hand, a fire serpent the length of a chopstick shot straight at the newly turned ghoul's face.

"Boom!" It was like igniting an oil-soaked blanket—within seconds, the ghoul was engulfed in flames.

Watching the ghoul writhe in the fire, Dany gave a cold smile, lifted the fireball again, and continued forward.

Ghouls possessed immense strength and boundless stamina. They never tired and even retained fragments of their past memories and combat skills—far more intelligent than typical zombies.

Their bodies had no fatal point—beheading, skull-crushing, piercing the heart, none of it worked. Even if a ghoul was cut into pieces, its severed arms and legs could still crawl, its mouth could still bite, and a headless corpse could still attack.

Worse still, ghouls came with a "frost aura," bringing bone-piercing winds and vision-obscuring mist wherever they went.

But as overpowered as they were, ghouls weren't invincible—they had one glaring weakness: they caught fire easily.

Their skin was like flammable oily fabric—once ignited, flames would quickly spread across their entire body.

Hearing the horn call, Dany had rushed to the battlefield and ordered Drogon to swoop close to the ground and breathe fire once.

It was a risky move, but also a test—to see how effective dragonflame was against ghouls. After all, it was the first time both she and Drogon had encountered them.

Drogon had dived at terrifying speed, nearly 350 kilometers per hour. In just two seconds, he had flown 200 meters just above the ground.

The speed wasn't for dodging White Walker ice spears—the first wave of dragonflame came so suddenly that even if there were White Walkers hidden among the ghouls, they wouldn't have time to react and counterattack the dragon streaking across the sky.

Dany's primary goal was to test the power of dragonflame.

To give an analogy: if you quickly dip your finger into a campfire and pull it back out, your finger heats up, but there's no burning pain—because the flame hasn't transferred enough heat to damage skin cells or trigger pain receptors.

But if you slowly place your finger in the flame and slowly withdraw it, it'll likely blister and char.

If the flame is hot enough—say, from a blowtorch used for welding—then even a lightning-fast dip would leave you howling in pain.

Ultimately, igniting any material is a process of heat transfer triggering chemical change.

The same goes for burning White Walkers—you either need ordinary flame and sustained exposure, or a special high-temperature flame that ignites instantly.

Dany's pass over the White Walkers' heads with Drogon was her "finger in the flame."

Because dragonflame wasn't dramatically stronger than regular fire—it wasn't like comparing a stove to an oxy-fuel torch. Normal fire would need to be held against a White Walker's face for several seconds to do damage, so what about dragonflame?

It swept over the ghouls at over 90 meters per second. That was a very quick "dip," yet the burning effect was astonishing.

Any ghoul touched by dragonflame burst into flames.

With that, Dany was reassured: dragonflame countered ghouls. She could now consider challenging a White Walker.

—Otherwise, she would've stayed back at camp, acting as a fire-spewing artillery piece, too afraid to venture out.

It wasn't baseless caution—the final season of Game of Thrones had left her scarred. The Night King bathing in dragonflame with a smug smile was unforgettable. Dany had long feared her dragons would be useless.

Now, having confirmed that dragons were highly effective against ghouls, she dismounted from Drogon's back. With a flame sword in her right hand and a fireball in her left, she walked step by step toward the breach in the camp.

"Thud, thud, thud!" The ground trembled faintly. A giant seemed to have taken notice of her. Dragging a tree trunk, it charged at the small figure in iron armor with heavy strides.

"Ah!" The surrounding wildlings cried out in unison.

"Ah, be careful!" Old Maester Aemon atop the Wall couldn't help but exclaim.

Yes, the old maester had been watching the "wildling vs. undead" battle through his astrolabe.

At the northeast corner of the wildling camp, the palisade had collapsed. Broken wooden stakes smoldered, struggling to spark in the dense icy mist. The world was dim and blood-red.

Dany walked through a battlefield of blood and fire, ice and smoke. Smiling faintly, she ignored the gasps around her and calmly faced the charging giant ghoul.

The giant was dead, no longer capable of thunderous roars, but dragging its massive log, it moved with a swiftness and agility it never had in life.

Twenty meters, eighteen, fifteen...

Suddenly, Dany sprinted forward at high speed. As if she hadn't seen the giant bearing down on her, she casually brought the fireball ten meters in front of it and gently blew on it.

"Whoosh—" A fire serpent as thick as a thumb and as long as an arm shot out from the fireball, slamming into the giant's face before it could react.

"Thud!" The giant's massive club fell from its hands and crashed to the ground. It clutched its flaming face and let out a silent howl.

"Boom—" Within a few breaths, the giant collapsed. The fire rapidly consumed its body, turning the breach in the camp into a blazing pool of flames. The sky grew visibly brighter.

"Ah!" The wildlings and those watching from atop the Wall, including Aemon, gasped and cheered in amazement.

But the giant ghoul's fall didn't deter the others. The ghouls had no fear of death. Groups of blue-eyed corpses surged toward Dany, who stood tall with her fireball raised.

Watching the tide of death rushing in, Halle's small face turned deathly pale. His left arm, holding a round oak shield, trembled uncontrollably.

He turned to the wildlings standing at a distance and shouted, "Chiliarchs, centurions, decurions, freefolk warriors—get over here and protect—"

"Zzzzt—" Halle's pupils shrank. A bright red streak of light flashed past his ear like lightning. Wisps of hair sizzled, and the smell of scorched hair filled his nose.

"Ssssss——"

The Queen raised her left hand, and a fireball the size of a washbasin spun rapidly in her palm. Scarlet threads of flame shot out continuously in all directions, dense and relentless, like a storm of pear blossom needles.

Each thread of dragonflame struck an oncoming corpse with precision, igniting flames on their faces, chests, and shoulders, followed by a series of explosions—"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The corpses were instantly turned into blazing torches.

On top of the Great Wall, the night's watchmen stared in shock, barely able to believe their eyes: with the Queen at the center, it looked as if a fiery red lotus had bloomed on the earth.

"What kind of sorcery is this? It's terrifying…" Bown Marsh murmured hoarsely.

"——" Maester Aemon widened his aged eyes, stunned for a long while before drawing a breath and saying, "It's a fire mage's flame control technique. Except Her Majesty hasn't shaped the fire into exotic beasts, but instead extracted flames from the dragonfire and shot them out like arrows."

"The fireball is shrinking—ah, it's gone!" cried Grenn.

In less than ten seconds, the fireball in Dany's left hand shrank from the size of a washbasin to that of a ping-pong ball. She flicked it with her finger and sent it flying.

Then, she gestured to the massive Drogon behind her. A new dragonflame fireball formed between her lips and slowly floated over.

Hmm, Drogon had become her fuel tank.

After mastering the fragmented Green Seer meditation technique, Dany had essentially become two souls in one body, able to multitask. While her dragon spirit manipulated the dragonflame in Drogon's mouth into a fireball, she simultaneously separated wisps of flame from the fireball in her hand, shaped them into arrows, and shot them at the wights.

These dragonflame arrows had limited effect on humans, as human skin isn't very flammable and clothing fires can be extinguished with a few pats—causing burns at most, but rarely fatal.

Against armored knights, they were even less effective. At most, they left a charred spot on the armor.

But against the flammable wights? Devastatingly effective.

Just that one fireball had cleared out three to four hundred wights at the breach in the camp, leaving behind heaps of flaming corpses.

Then, Dany raised another fireball and moved proactively toward the densest concentration of wights.

And just as the "dragonflame rainstorm" blazed furiously, three or four dozen wildlings, heeding Halle's call, cautiously approached with shields in hand.

By now, they understood the Dragon Queen's strategy. Eight of them instinctively formed a shield wall with the Queen in the center. The rest, shields on their left arms and weapons in their right hands, formed a loose formation outside the wall to clear burning corpses from the Queen's path.

After all, the Dragon Queen's attack radius exceeded ten meters. They were all safely within the rain of her fiery protection.

Thus, Dany carried the fireball, weaving through the wight horde, setting corpses ablaze in swaths.

She wasn't charging blindly.

By then, Little White had already returned from the Haunted Forest. But instead of landing, he hovered 500 meters above Dany, within a safe zone, providing her with a bird's-eye view of the battlefield in real time.

Dany had entered a dual dragon-spirit state—one person, two dragons, sharing vision and perception.

Through Little White's perspective, she could clearly see her position on the battlefield, identify where the wights were densest, where support was needed, and avoid getting trapped among them.

Simply put, in this cold-weapon fantasy battlefield, Dany not only had an infinite-ammo assault rifle, but had also activated full map cheat mode.

Of course, full-map visibility wasn't as effective against wights as it was against humans. Where the White Walkers went, cold winds and icy fog followed, greatly reducing visibility.

"Hahaha! Who else dares?" After expending over a dozen dragonflame fireballs and incinerating nearly two thousand corpses, Dany looked out at the battlefield—now sparse with wights and littered with blazing pyres—and couldn't help but grow bold.

"Victory! Victory! Long live the Dragon Queen! Her power is boundless! Her might is unmatched!" The wildlings around her were the first to shout, followed by hundreds of dragon-guard warriors.

Within moments, the entire wildling camp was echoing with chants of "The Dragon Queen's power is overwhelming!"

There was no sarcasm or mockery in their voices—only awe. Having witnessed the Queen effortlessly decimate hordes of wights, the wildlings felt a mix of reverence and fear.

Even such terrifying White Walkers had been slain so easily. And she had done it not with a sword, not with dragons, not with cunning schemes.

Before everyone's eyes, the Dragon Queen had used nothing but powerful fire sorcery to burn thousands of wights to death.

To call her power boundless and her might unmatched—was that really an exaggeration?

To the wildlings, the Dragon Queen who used fire magic to destroy the undead was now the most fearsome existence in the world.

Yes, even more fearsome than the wights.

(End of Chapter)

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