Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Viserys heard the sound and turned to look at Illyrio.

And at this time.

Several servants standing beside the other conservative governors, serving tea and water, suddenly pulled out a short knife from their pockets.

With a speed that caught no one in time, it swiftly pierced the chests and abdomens of these elderly governors.

Puff puff--

The blades pierced his chest and abdomen, and blood gushed out, staining his clothes red.

This happened so suddenly that the guards following their respective masters didn't even have time to react.

By the time they realized what was happening, it was already too late.

Damn it!

The guards drew their swords and cut the assassins to the ground.

Their master's eyes widened, his trembling lips quickly lost their color, blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, and blood bubbles stained his beard red.

However, disbelief still lingered on their faces; they never believed, even in death, that the other party would dare to attack them.

This is a rule-breaking way to play, like opening the devil's box. With such a terrible start, Pentos will probably never have peace again.

Among them was an inconspicuous servant standing beside a palace pillar, who also pulled out a dagger from his robes and suddenly charged toward Viserys.

"Go to hell!"

He wanted to stab Viserys to the ground.

However, Viserys was not one of those aging governors; he was young and vigorous, and having heard the coded message and Illyrio's warning beforehand, his reaction was extremely fast.

wow-

The table in front of Viserys was knocked over by the rushing assassin, and the wine and food on the table were spilled on the ground.

However, the young king slightly dodged the assassin's blade, then seized the opportunity to raise his hand and grab the other's wrist.

Snapped--

The five fingers gripped the other person's wrist tightly like a pair of pliers, while the other hand grabbed the other person's hair and pulled it back hard, revealing the fair neck.

A pair of pale purple eyes gazed intently at the other person at close range.

The assassin hadn't expected Viserys to react so quickly, and that such immense strength was hidden within his seemingly frail body; he was unable to break free from the grasp on Viserys' wrist for a moment.

"Spare me!"

His eyes were filled with terror, and he wanted to beg for his life.

Viserys ignored him, and then, with a slight tightening of his grip on the assassin's wrist, he slit his own throat with his dagger, all while the assassin stared in terror at him.

puff--

Fresh blood spurted out instantly.

However, at this time...

bang bang bang-

The bowstring snapped, and several crossbow bolts flew toward Viserys.

Chapter 210 The Demon Mountain

A line of Pentos soldiers armed with crossbows appeared on the upper level of the palace at some unknown time.

He raised his crossbow high, aiming it at the guards of the conservative governor below, including Viserys and Illyrio.

Then he pulled the trigger.

next second.

bang bang bang-

The bowstring snapped open.

Arrows flew out in the candlelight of the palace, their cold light flashing as they hurtled towards the crowd below.

The radical governors suddenly launched a deadly attack, and the conservative governors were instantly dealt a heavy blow, being assassinated in front of their desks without any warning.

Their intention was to eliminate the threat completely, and afterwards, once the palace gates opened, they could easily shift the blame onto Viserys.

As a result, the guards of these conservative governors also suffered greatly; none of them were allowed to survive.

Puff puff--

One by one they tried to hide or beg for mercy, but instead they were all shot and fell into pools of blood.

Illyrio, who was the first to overturn the table, reacted quickly. Although he was somewhat overweight, he was still considered a skilled mercenary in his youth.

With his sword in one hand, the fat governor used the table as cover and quickly hid behind a stone pillar in the hall, in a blind spot from which he could be shot.

Ding ding...

Several crossbow bolts aimed at him struck the palace pillars and were deflected.

Viserys reacted just as quickly. He had just killed the assassin who had suddenly attacked him with his bare hands, and then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the group of Pentos soldiers who had appeared on the second floor of the palace, raising their crossbows.

Viserys reacted quickly, grabbing the assassin's corpse in front of him and using it as a shield.

puff-

Two crossbow bolts pierced the assassin's corpse, splattering blood, while two more bolts were driven into the ground beneath Viserys' feet.

Viserys then threw away the corpse he was using as a shield and rolled away to hide behind another pillar.

boom--

Meanwhile, the Pentos soldiers, who had been lying in ambush outside for some time, broke down the door and entered.

Splash!

A large number of soldiers dressed in khaki armor and carrying weapons instantly filled the entire spacious hall.

They then finished off the conservative governor's guards who were still clinging to life despite being shot by arrows.

Even if you lay down your weapon and beg for mercy on your knees, it's no use. These soldiers won't even blink at your pleas; they'll coldly raise their weapons and end your life.

A few guards saw this and angrily drew their swords to resist, but they were completely overwhelmed by the crowd after only a few exchanges.

Among the surging Pentos soldiers, one man stood out. He was extremely tall, nearly eight feet, and stood out like a crane among chickens.

His shoulders were broad and thick, his arms were as thick as small tree trunks, he was covered in heavy armor, and he held a giant sword that was difficult for an ordinary person to wield with both hands. He was like a rampaging tank.

At that moment, he lifted up a stubborn conservative governor's guard with one hand. The man kicked his legs in terror, trying to pry his arm off, but he couldn't budge it an inch.

"Spare...spare my life."

The governor's guard looked utterly terrified, almost wetting himself, and his voice trembled as he begged the terrifying knight for mercy.

However, a cruel look appeared in the other person's eyes, and then with a snap, he crushed his neck.

Then he tossed the corpse against the wall like a rag doll.

bang——

Instantly, both red and white objects were knocked out.

The surrounding Pentos soldiers kept their distance upon seeing this, not daring to provoke the man.

...

And not far away.

Now all the radical governors have gone far away, watching the one-sided massacre unfold with indifference.

However, seeing this cruel scene, one couldn't help but frown slightly.

"This guy..."

"No wonder he was called the 'Number One Villain of the Seven Kingdoms' by those people on the other side of the Narrow Sea."

The governors whispered among themselves.

"Duke Tywin said he would borrow someone, and with him there, Viserys would have no chance of escape."

"Yes, now that I think about it, what you said makes a lot of sense."

This man was sent by Tywin Lannister, the Duke of Casterly Rock, across the Narrow Sea. He was nearly eight feet tall and weighed about thirty stones, a true humanoid monster.

Although the young Targaryen king was renowned for his bravery, he seemed utterly incapable of fighting this monster.

The difference between the two was like heaven and earth, even just standing there.

They couldn't think of any way for Viserys to escape from the monster.

...

"This is..."

And on the chaotic battlefield.

Viserys' pupils constricted slightly upon seeing the man, followed by a tingling sensation on his scalp.

This is a sense of crisis sensed by biological instinct.

At this moment, he had already drawn the Twilight sword from his waist. The temperature around him dropped several degrees as soon as the one-handed sword, forged from the Heart of the Stars, was drawn.

Several Pentos soldiers lay dead beside Viserys.

They had all just been cut down by Viserys, and now the young king's longsword was stained with blood, appearing even more eerie under the firelight in the hall.

During the recent battle, Illyrio was accidentally stabbed in the thigh and was bleeding profusely.

Now, pale-faced, he followed Viserys beside him, having just drawn his sword and killed several of Pentos's guards.

Now both of them are surrounded by Pentos's soldiers, facing that terrifying monster head-on.

The opponent was extremely tall, with only his eyes and a mouth and nose for breathing; the rest of his body was covered by thick armor.

At this moment, the monster was covered in blood, looking like a demon god. He held a two-handed greatsword and stared at Viserys with cold eyes as he lowered his head slightly.

A clearing was created in the middle of the arena, leaving only Viserys and the monster. Illyrio, pale-faced and clutching his thigh, retreated to the wall.

"Hey!"