Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

At that moment, a Pentos officer spoke up to remind him.

"The Governor has ordered that the Mad King's son be captured alive. Be careful not to..."

However, before the Pentos officer could finish speaking, a cold and terrifying gaze fell upon him.

In an instant, the Pentos officer felt a chill from head to toe, his face turned slightly pale, and he dared not say anything more.

Viserys was now alone in the arena, facing the monster with his eyes fixed on it, carefully controlling the distance with his feet.

"Sir Gregory Clegane..."

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He then gripped the hilt of Dusk tightly and pulled it from behind the corpse of a Pentos soldier lying beside him.

Fresh blood dripped onto the ground.

Because of the force applied, the fingernails gripping the sword hilt turned slightly white.

"You are 'The Demon Mountain'?"

Chapter 211 Encounter

"The Magic Mountain."

Viserys gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his gaze fixed on the colossal man before him, who resembled a mountain, his eyes revealing an unprecedented solemnity.

Gregor Clegane, known as the "Mountain," is also theoretically the most powerful knight in the Seven Kingdoms.

Gregor Clegane earned this title not because he possessed unparalleled swordsmanship among the Seven Kingdoms, but because he was so tall that the overwhelming presence he exuded made Viserys feel as if he could hardly breathe.

What's even more terrifying is that the Mountain's enormous size didn't affect his speed or agility in the slightest, coupled with his decent swordsmanship...

This guy is practically a machine born to kill.

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The silver-haired boy's breathing unconsciously became a little heavy, his throat moved slightly, and he exhaled softly.

At the same time, he kept backing away, carefully controlling the distance between himself and this big guy.

"Damn it."

"Why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet?"

Meanwhile, Illyrio, who had been stabbed in the thigh, was pale and bloodless, with blood still flowing from the wound on his leg. He leaned tightly against the cold wall.

In fact, Illyrio had arranged a backup plan in advance, in case anything unexpected happened, reinforcements would come to their rescue.

However, for some unknown reason, Illyrio's backup plan has yet to materialize.

At this moment, the governor with the forked yellow beard looked at the big man Viserys was facing, and his already pale face looked even more desperate.

"Viserys? Are you sure you want to fight this guy?"

"This is the tallest person I've ever ever seen!"

Not only the governors of Pentos, but even Illyrio felt that Viserys had no chance of winning this battle, and the Pentos soldiers who had now surrounded the open space created on the battlefield thought so too.

"By the gods!"

"This guy might be able to control dragons!"

"Who exactly can fight him?"

Illyrio was still chattering on, but Viserys had no time to pay attention to the terrified governor.

Because this was the most dangerous moment he had ever faced.

He didn't know who would win in a one-on-one fight between Drogo and the Mountain if Drogo were still alive, but right now the Mountain was putting more psychological pressure on him than Drogo was.

"Viserys Targaryen."

At that moment, the extremely tall giant, whose entire body was shrouded in heavy armor, suddenly spoke.

His voice was deep and resonant, like the great bell of St. Belle's Cathedral; if you listened to it up close, you could even feel your ears ringing.

Beneath the heavy helmet, the Mountain's cold gaze was fixed on the silver-haired little fellow in front of him.

Silver hair...

He remembered that he was kneeling in front of a silver-haired guy whose face bore a resemblance to the boy in front of him.

However, he hated kneeling before people.

The esteemed Sir Gregor Clegane had two things he hated most in his life: first, that other men were more handsome than him, and second, that he had to kneel before others.

The silver-haired man had both of those qualities, and he even had a sword to his neck.

Therefore... he hates people with silver hair.

“Your brother Rhaegar once personally knighted me.”

Gregor Clegane spoke again, his voice still loud, his gaze coldly fixed on the little one in front of him.

At the same time, he dragged his heavy longsword across the ground with one hand, sparks flying as he walked towards Viserys.

"Is that so?"

Viserys, unaware of why the Mountain had brought up this past event, frowned slightly and continued speaking.

"But you betrayed him."

Although he was talking, Viserys was still paying 200% attention in his mind, keeping a close eye on his opponent's movements and not daring to be careless in the slightest.

But the next second.

Without warning, the Mountain suddenly swung his greatsword at Viserys, as if trying to cleave him in two.

Although the Mountain was enormous, it was incredibly fast when it moved. It swung its heavy two-handed greatsword with incredible speed and ferocity.

Viserys' heart skipped a beat when he saw his opponent suddenly attack, even though he was prepared.

However, his reaction was still very quick, and he hurriedly dodged the sword to the side.

clang--

The Mountain wielded his greatsword with one hand and slammed it down on the spot where Viserys had just stood. Shards of stone and dust flew everywhere, shattering the floor beneath Viserys' feet.

"hiss..."

The Pentos soldiers who had gathered in the open space around them couldn't help but gasp at the sight.

"This monster..."

His strength is truly immense.

Viserys let out a slight breath after dodging the Mountain's sword. However, he didn't rush to retaliate. Instead, he held Twilight and maintained a proper distance from his opponent, seemingly intimidated by the Mountain.

Illyrio, leaning against the wall, was also watching Viserys' battle with the Mountain, but in his current state, he couldn't help Viserys at all.

Even if he were to return to twenty years ago, to the time when he was a young and strong mercenary, he still wouldn't be able to fight against such a terrifying behemoth.

"Viserys, be careful!"

All Illyrio could do was offer words of encouragement to Viserys.

However, Viserys had no time to pay attention to the sounds around him; he was focused entirely on facing this terrifying enemy.

He couldn't make the same mistake as Oberyn; if he gave the Mountain even the slightest opportunity, he would probably be the one to die.

"This guy's attack range is too wide."

Viserys analyzed the situation in his mind.

He also remembered that when Oberyn was teaching him marksmanship, he had mentioned how to fight a big guy.

Oberyn never forgot his sister's hatred, so for all these years he has been practicing how to defeat... no, to kill someone much bigger and taller than himself.

“The big guys looked muscular and menacing.”

"But they also don't have much muscle in vital areas like the neck and eyes."

At that moment, Oberyn held a spear in one hand, and the young silver-haired boy, whom he had just knocked down, sat on the ground panting.

Oberyn then pointed the tip of his gun at the boy's body.

"here."

"here."

The sharp tip of the gun was close to the boy's throat and eyes.

"And here too."

Snapped--

Finally, Prince Dorne tapped Viserys on the backside with the barrel of his spear, urging him to get up from the ground.

Chapter 212 Maneuvering

"So, Viserys..."

"If you are going to fight someone much bigger than you in the future, you should make full use of your advantage of being more agile than him."

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Oberyn and the silver-haired boy clashed once more, the wooden shafts of their spears striking each other with a clang.

"Because no matter how strong or fast a big guy is, he will inevitably lose some agility due to the limitations of his body."

"Just like people can't turn their elbows outwards."

While the silver-haired boy was fighting with his teacher, he listened to what the teacher was saying and thought that a person's elbow should indeed not be turned outwards.

Then this unsportsmanlike guy struck him on the back with the barrel of his gun.

Snapped--

The boy stumbled forward and nearly fell again.

Oberyn did not press his advantage. He smiled, supported himself on the ground with his spear, nodded slightly, and continued speaking.

"Strong muscles can certainly protect a soldier's body."