Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT [Book - 1]

Chapter 186 - The Doom of Those Who Enter the Lands of Artica 02

First of all, happy 2025 to everyone! I hope you're all doing well. Today I'am to posting regularly again.

[Chapter Size: 3000 Words.]

---------------------------------------

Thrid Person POV

North, 296 AC.

---------------------------------------

Eragon destroyed more than four thousand undead along with that creature that filled him with disgust, dispatching them with ease, using his white flames.

For the other undead, a simple red flame was enough. Now, he beat his wings, gaining altitude; after all, his task wasn't finished yet, and he had a new target: the men who stood on the land his father had built, and he intended to destroy them for daring to come here. He had received an order, and he would kill all who threatened his home.

Once more, his wings beat, gaining altitude and speed, as he looked down at the humans below, who gazed back at him with fearful eyes. Their fear was evident, even to Eragon at this height. They feared him — and they had good reason to. After all, he would not stop until he had burned every one of them.

Lord Westerling, along with all the other nobles and remaining soldiers, stood there, watching the destruction from afar. But what happened next left them frozen in place as the dragon began moving directly toward them.

"He's coming this way!" murmured one of the men, his voice faltering and his eyes trembling.

"Yes, that thing is coming straight at us!" another man exclaimed, stepping back and turning to the commander. "Commander Westerling, we need to get out of here! Order a retreat!" He was shaking, nervous, while Lord Westerling himself stood paralyzed, unable to lift a finger from fear.

Since they had set foot in this cursed place, they had encountered all kinds of monsters. The wild ones they'd left behind in the storm when they fled from the undead were the most harmless things they had seen here; the undead had been the next threat to appear. Though they had thought this would be the worst menace they could face in this place, something even worse had appeared, and they realized how wrong they had been when they saw the undead burned by the dragon. And now, that same dragon that had destroyed them all was advancing, clearly hostile, and they all felt death approaching.

Eragon was drawing closer and closer, his wings thundering in the air, until he slightly opened his mouth, red flames appearing between his teeth, then burst forward with his voice in a massive roar.

ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR, Eragon roared, making the entire forest tremble beneath him.

The roar seemed to awaken Westerling from his frozen state, and he immediately cried out to all the men standing there, in a desperate tone, "Run!"

The dragon was now diving from the sky toward them, gaining speed as he approached. The men tried to run quickly, but what could they do now? Eragon closed in, already upon them.

As they ran, their terrified gazes looked back, seeing the dragon already above them.

Eragon opened his mouth, tilting his wings to glide close to the ground, and unleashed a torrent of fire on the group trying to flee through the forest. The flames spread in every direction as they struck the ground below him, vaporizing the men beneath them and continuing to burn the others, spreading like a wave of fire.

Eragon kept beating his wings, maintaining his altitude as he poured flames over everything he could, leaving a vast trail of flames across the area he passed.