Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Although there weren't many clues, once they were all laid out and connected, everything seemed to make perfect sense.

Viserys remembered hearing the story of the Dragon Horn from Maester Pycelle when he was a child in the Red Keep. Legend has it that the Valyrian Dragon Aspects could use it to control dragons.

Once the dragon's horn is sounded, all the dragons will bow down and submit.

"It seems... I'll definitely have to make a trip here someday."

Viserys stared at the candlelight in front of him in silence for a long time before finally making up his mind.

He may not need the Dragon Horn to command dragons, but such a thing must never fall into the hands of outsiders, otherwise it would be a deadly threat to the Targaryens.

He hadn't originally wanted to take such a big risk to visit the Valyrian ruins, but now two factors, like an invisible hand, were pushing him to make the trip.

One purpose was to investigate what the black mist inside their bodies actually was and what its connection was with the Valyrian civilization.

Secondly, we must obtain the Dragon Horn and absolutely prevent it from falling into the hands of others.

However, just as Viserys was pondering this unexpected gain...

An elderly man with white hair, who walks with a trembling gait, had just received news about him.

At this moment, he was wearing a thick coat and a black animal skin cloak, standing on the battlements of the Wall, gazing into the distance.

Then he suddenly spoke, his voice trembling and hoarse.

“I… once heard of the kingdom’s destruction, and my vow was put to its most difficult test at that time.”

A tall man with white hair walked up to the old man.

“I have heard you mention him, Bachelor Aemon.”

This later figure was none other than Jeor Mormont, the 997th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.

The white-haired old man standing before him, shivering slightly in the cold wind, was a maester of the Night's Watch, currently the most senior member of the entire Night's Watch.

Even the most vicious criminals exiled there, the most unruly troublemakers in the legion, held this old man in high esteem.

Jeo Mormont stood side by side with Maester Aemon, gazing together at the endless Ghostwood in the distance.

It's snowing heavily.

This forest is now covered in a layer of silver.

Although it is still warm in late summer and early autumn south of the Great Wall, snowflakes still occasionally fall here.

The commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch turned around and spoke abruptly.

"Have you received this message?"

Another group of smugglers arrived at Castle Black today to make a deal with the Night's Watch, and they also brought some news from the outside world.

The last true dragon of the Targaryens, Viserys III, who had already become king, possessed three dragons.

Chapter 167 Benjen Stark

Others in the Night's Watch might not know the original name of this highly respected Maester Aemon, because becoming a maester meant giving up one's surname.

However, as the Legion's Commander-in-Chief, Jeor Mormont, though only a junior of Maester Aemon, learned of this news from the last words of the previous Commander-in-Chief.

Maester Aemon's full name was Aemon Targaryen, and he was the third son of Mekkar Targaryen I.

He once refused the throne offered to him in order to keep his oath, and personally handed the throne over to his younger brother, who later became Aegon V.

Furthermore, to prevent himself from being used as a tool to usurp his brother's throne in the future, Aemon Targaryen chose to join the Night's Watch at the Wall after relinquishing the throne.

King Aegon, Aemon's brother, emptied the dungeons of King's Landing for his brother and provided him with a 200-strong "Honor Guard" to accompany Aemon to the Wall to recite the Night's Watch oath.

"To be honest, Commander-in-Chief is ashamed to say this."

"As a Night's Watchman who has recited an oath, one should be completely indifferent to the affairs of the outside world."

"Romantic love is the greatest enemy of honor, and even more so, the greatest taboo of responsibility."

Maester Aemon spoke tremulously, his hand resting on the cold battlements, his pale eyes gazing at the distant Ghost Forest.

However, it is unknown whether his blind eyes can actually see anything.

"However, it is indeed very difficult to actually do this."

As Maester Aemon finished speaking, Jeo Mormont, whose hair was also already gray, remained silent for a long while before nodding.

“You are right, Maester Aemon.”

"I still miss my family even now."

Jeor Mormont joined the Night's Watch so that his son could inherit the family and title, but he also received news about Jorah a while ago.

His son, Jorah Mormont, distinguished himself in the war to quell the Iron Islands rebellion and was knighted. Then, in the tournament at Lannisport celebrating the victory, he achieved an impossible victory for a girl, winning the championship.

“It seems we have the same problem, Commander-in-Chief.”

Maester Aemon was not surprised by Mormont's answer, and simply smiled slightly.

Then, with the other person's help, he walked back in the direction he was going.

“Viserys has done well, regardless of whether he can ultimately reclaim his throne.”

“I want to write him a letter. This child knows I’m here but has never written me a single letter.”

Maester Imon, supported by Commander-in-Chief Mormont, descended the towering, steep steps, muttering something in a trembling voice, with even a hint of resentment in his words.

Maester Aemon was getting old and missed his younger generation, but his younger generation never thought of him.

"And his uncle, that good boy named Rhaega, used to correspond with me often through crows many years ago..."

Maester Aemon was still saying something when Commander Mormont whispered a reminder. The old man paused for a moment, then slapped his forehead.

"Yes, yes... I made a mistake."

“They are all the grandsons of that child Jaeheris, and Rhaegar is Viserys’ elder brother.”

“Iris…”

Although the old man's mind was not yet confused, he was old after all and his thinking was not as clear as it was when he was young.

He muttered to himself until he finally sorted out his family tree and placed Viserys in the correct position.

He then let out a long breath, snowflakes still drifting overhead, and exhaled white smoke.

The old man calmed himself down slightly and then continued speaking.

His voice was still hoarse and shrill, yet it made people involuntarily take him seriously.

"He has a dragon..."

"The dragon... the dragon has been gone for so many years, it will not return for no reason."

The old man's voice, along with the two figures disappearing into the distance, gradually faded away in the wind.

"I experienced that harsh winter sixty years ago, a long winter that lasted for six years."

"I watched with my own eyes as the woman smothered her newborn child in her bed; her tears froze into frost. People dug through the snow and ate whatever they could find in the ground..."

The years 223-230 of the Aegonian calendar were a long summer that lasted for seven years, and people even forgot what winter looked like.

However, in the years 230-236 of the Aegonian calendar, a punitive disaster struck as expected. A six-year-long winter shrouded the Seven Kingdoms, and almost all of the land north of the Neck and even north of King's Landing was deserted. There were even tragic incidents of cannibalism.

Maester Aemon lived such a long life that he himself became a living history.

He witnessed and experienced countless major events firsthand.

"Commander-in-Chief."

"I feel the weather has gotten colder..."

...

half a month later.

north.

tata tao...

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves came from the distant, seemingly endless ancient road.

A knight clad in scale armor and a black animal skin cloak arrived at the gates of Winterfell, but the sentries on the watchtower had spotted him long ago.

bang——

The bowstring snapped open, and an arrow pierced the soil in front of the black-clad knight, sending dirt flying.

The knight's warhorse was startled, stamping its hooves restlessly, snorting loudly from its large nostrils, and spewing out thick white mist.

"Who goes there!"

Standing atop the walls of Winterfell, a sentry holding a bow and arrow asked sharply.

Winterfell is the home castle of House Stark, the Guardians of the North. The guards stationed here are naturally the best of the best. He is very confident in his archery skills and can order his opponent to stop without hurting them.

However, the black-clad knight, who was standing on horseback below Winterfell, heard the familiar voice from the city walls and reined in his horse. He calmed his companion's anxious emotions, then removed his hood, raised his head, and spoke.

"Maren, it's me."

The knight below the city walls spoke in a hoarse, low voice. This was his home, the place where he had grown up, and he recognized the guards on the city walls.

The guard named Malen was slightly taken aback when he saw the knight remove his hood.

Then they were overjoyed.

"It's Lord Benjen!"

Benjen Stark was the younger brother of Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell, and joined the Night's Watch on behalf of House Stark after the War of the Usurper.

Five or six years have passed since I left Winterfell, and I never expected to return at this time.

News of Bunyan's return quickly spread throughout Winterfell.

Chapter 168 Winter is Coming

To welcome his brother, the Duke of Stark ordered the kitchen to prepare the best food and hold a grand banquet.

Meanwhile, many knights from the North and nobles from all over the land had gathered in Winterfell. The entire North was now actively preparing for war, naturally in response to His Majesty the King's call to cross the sea and attack the Targaryen remnants on the continent of Essos.

Although the nobles in other parts of the Seven Kingdoms were quite dissatisfied with His Majesty's summons, since they had just answered the call and fulfilled their duty as vassals to the king.