Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

She was dressed in a thin red dress, but a burning power could be felt emanating from her body.

Melisandre exudes an irresistible allure that stirs the hormones, yet at this moment, the Red Witch's expression is extremely solemn.

"What do you mean?"

Viserys raised an eyebrow, his expression remaining outwardly calm, but inwardly he felt a slight chill.

He didn't believe this was the Red Witch's deceptive trickery, like other monks.

Of all the people who can see that his body contains other powers, besides the genuine witch Miri, there is only this red-robed witch left.

Viserys knew very well that this priestess of R'hllor was also a true practitioner of witchcraft, possessed magic, and was even capable of making prophecies.

“I believe you know what I’m talking about; you have grasped and begun to utilize this power.”

"The power of the evil god is about to permeate your flesh, bones, and even soul. If it is not purified, it will eventually lead to a terrible disaster."

"And I will help you."

Melisandre's voice was calm, but her eyes held an unprecedented seriousness.

She had caught a glimpse of Viserys in the flames, but she had ultimately been careless.

She hadn't expected the evil tainted by Viserys to be far more terrifying than she had imagined. Just one glance at the silver-haired boy was enough for her to feel the wailing of countless souls.

As Melisandre said, Viserys's face remained calm, as if he already knew what Melisandre was saying.

The black mist within him needed to feed on sentient souls, which didn't seem like a good thing at all; rather, it looked like he was making a deal with a demon.

He went on to kill people and absorb their souls, and in exchange, the demons constantly granted him power.

One day he might sell himself to the devil.

However, after a long silence, Viserys did not ask what Melisandre had expected.

Instead, she slightly raised her head and suddenly asked a question that even she hadn't expected.

"how old are you?"

"Ok?"

Melisandre paused slightly, and then, for the first time, a look of surprise appeared on her usually calm face.

Why did you ask that question?

"It's just... curiosity."

"I've heard that witches reveal their true form when they cast spells."

Viserys answered seriously.

"She will grow old and ugly, like an old witch..."

"No!"

However, before Viserys could finish speaking, Melisandre interrupted him.

"Aside from the most malevolent curses, almost no witchcraft can make someone age faster!"

"Moreover, even if it is a very evil curse that overdraws one's source of energy for a short period of time, one can still recover after resting for a while."

Melisandre seemed unable to tolerate Viserys's description of the witch, and then pulled her cheeks emphatically.

“This is how I naturally look; I wasn’t transformed by witchcraft.”

However, Viserys remained calmly standing there, watching the red witch, seemingly unconcerned about her answer.

Melisandre realized what was happening after she finished speaking, her emotions running high.

"One last question."

However, Viserys spoke up again at this moment.

"please say."

Melisandre calmed herself down, realizing she shouldn't get upset over such trivial matters.

Did you kill him?

Melisandre shook her head after hearing this, her voice very decisive.

"No."

Viserys, upon hearing her firm denial, didn't say much and simply nodded.

Click

Then he turned around, opened the cell door, and walked out of the cell.

"Release them."

...

night.

It was late at night.

Viserys released Melisandre due to insufficient evidence, allowing her to return to the castle.

Because his previous room had been burned down and the new main castle had not yet been built, Viserys, who had just returned, had to choose another room to live in.

Fortunately, Renis had already solved this problem for him, reserving a room for him in advance, next to the two girls' room.

Viserys then returned to his room, took off his coat, and sat wearily at his desk.

He didn't know whether Miri's death was an accident or murder, and he couldn't even be sure that it wasn't the red-haired woman who did it.

Based on her understanding of this person, she wouldn't hesitate to use some underhanded methods to achieve her goals.

However, the most important issue is motivation.

Melisandre and Miri Maztur had no prior grudges or enemies, so why did she suddenly want to kill her?

Melisandre is not a madwoman who acts without any logic.

Viserys was thinking about all sorts of random things when he went to his desk.

He was away from Andalus for more than six months this time, but he returned once in between.

Renis helped him handle most of the political affairs, but there were still some decisions that he had to make himself.

For example, there was this intelligence from across the Narrow Sea, and a personal letter from Sea King Braavos.

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Viserys skillfully cut open the envelope with a small knife.

However, at that moment, his wrist suddenly paused slightly in place.

He suddenly noticed that the seal on the letter seemed to have a slight color difference, as if someone had tampered with the letter and then covered it up with seal.

Viserys's eyes narrowed slightly.

Chapter 149 A Crushing Defeat

The first month after Viserys returned from his campaign.

Andalus held an unprecedented grand celebration to commemorate the conquest of vast swathes of land and villages in Mesopotamia, almost restoring the territory of the ancient Andalusian kingdom.

At the same time, it was also a time to reward those who had served in the army, and many knights who had fought alongside the troops were granted fiefdoms.

Following the bestowal of honors was a martial arts tournament.

Viserys and Oberyn were not able to participate due to their status, and in the end, Ser Evan Pass, the Rhoynar general who had commanded the heavy cavalry in the great war, won the final championship.

Ser Evan, as one of the first nobles to rise to prominence under the banner of the Targaryen three-headed dragon, was naturally loyal to Viserys.

They were once nothing more than a patch of mud beneath the feet of others, plundered by the Dothraki, and dependent on the trading city-states. They couldn't compete with those merchants who had nothing but empty promises; their only way out was to become mercenaries, only to die far from home one day.

However, since the arrival of the Targaryens, these villages have been reunited, forming a formidable and powerful force.

The Dothraki who came to plunder fled in panic, leaving behind corpses everywhere; even their Khals were burned to death.

The caravans that traveled through the villages to do business became more polite and no longer exploited the villagers for profit as they had before.

After all, if they offended the caravans in the past, they would never come again, and the villagers would have to travel thousands of miles to distant places to buy and sell goods.

The reason why caravans are now traveling more frequently is naturally because they are heading to the emerging city-state, Andalus.

In this vast plain, Andalus has become a sacred name.

Because of its rapid rise and the addition of religious mystique, it eventually became a holy site for countless Andals.

However, many of the newly arrived Loyna people did not regard this place as their homeland; they hoped that the king could rebuild Gordoho.

They even went further downstream along the Mother River to restore the ancient city of Guduna Sassing, once inhabited by the Loyna people.

The Andals' ambitions ended there, but the Rhoynar, who had recently joined the Targaryen forces, were even more excited.

Looking around, one sees a thriving and prosperous scene everywhere.

In the latest map published in Braavos, the entire Andas Plain, starting from the Braavos coast, along with the Velvet Mountains, the banks of the Upper Lorne River in Gol D'Ho, and some of the mountains in the Norfolk Mountains, is all painted in the fiery red of Targaryen, represented by a light three-headed dragon emblem.

...

However, just as everything was gradually returning to calm...

On the distant, narrow sea.

A sudden naval battle broke out.

The royal fleet, which had made great contributions in the war to quell the Iron Islands rebellion, suddenly appeared on the sea near Dragonstone one morning after returning to Storm's End to rest for several months.

Along with this came distant relatives of the Targaryen family, Lord Monford Valerian of Tidehead and his warships, while the ships that the Dragonstone fleet routinely sent out on patrol also betrayed the enemy.

It is obvious that this is a long-planned conspiracy.

Sir Geoffrey, commander of the Dragonstone fleet stationed on the island, was forced to organize a counterattack.

A fierce battle ensued on the sea. Ultimately, the two sides were outnumbered, and the old knight was even shot in the chest with an arrow. He was then protected by his guards and hastily retreated.

The Dragonstone fleet suffered a major defeat and fled back to the port of Andalus, causing a great uproar and stirring up public outrage.

The old knight was shot in the chest, but fortunately, his heart was not damaged, otherwise he would have died on the spot. However, even if his heart was not damaged, the chest is still a vital area, and given the old man's age, there was naturally chaos upon his return to the castle.

Dragonstone has finally been lost.