Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

In the firelight of the palace hall, the twilight shimmered with the blood-red hues of the setting sun, and his sword blade was still stained with the blood of the Demon Mountain.

Then, once again, it pierced his thigh without any resistance.

The battle has become a one-sided affair.

Clang.

Then came the sound of armor rubbing against a longsword, and Viserys pierced the Mountain's thigh with his sword, then easily withdrew it and left.

"Roar--"

This time, however, the Mountain truly let out a painful roar.

boom.

The mountain of gold and the jade pillar collapsed once again with a roar, and he knelt down on the ground.

The greatsword in his hand clattered to the ground and fell to the ground a short distance away.

Gregor Clegane knelt on both knees, his hands on the ground, his forehead soaked with sweat.

The tears dripped continuously from the holes in the helmet for eyes and breathing, falling to the ground.

"Sir Gregor Clegane!"

"What exactly did you do?"

"Go on!"

However, the entire Prince's Palace in Pentos is now completely silent.

No one expected this outcome; Viserys actually defeated this terrifying guy, completing an almost impossible battle.

Meanwhile, the governors of Pentos, standing on higher ground in the distance, witnessed this scene firsthand. Some stared in disbelief, their throats feeling dry.

"The Mad King's son... could he really be a 'true dragon'?"

The dragons disappeared for over a hundred years, and just when people had believed they would never return, Viserys hatched them.

Although it was his sister Daenerys who did this, people still wanted to believe it was proof of divine favor.

The Seven Gods belief claims that Viserys is the messenger of the Seven Gods, and that the merciful Father crowned him.

The Rhoynar people believe that Viserys is the son of the Mother of the Rhoyne River and is blessed by heaven and earth.

R'hllor's followers, influenced by Melisandre, believe that Viserys is the Son of the Sun, the reincarnation of Azor Ahai, and that he will wield the Lightbringer to defeat R'hllor's enemies and save the world.

These princes of Pentos had never seen what dragons looked like, including Illyrio; they had only heard that the Targaryens had re-hatched dragons and wanted to take them.

And right before their eyes, Viserys had indeed completed an incredible battle, defeating Gregor Clegane, the Mountain, and appeared outright.

"Alright, the farce is over."

The old governor with gray hair spoke up at this moment.

They had assumed it would be a one-sided battle, so they hadn't intervened. However, Viserys' sudden comeback victory left the old governor with a growing sense of unease.

The old man then took a deep breath, just about to order the game to end and take down Viserys.

However, at this time...

bang——

The palace gates were smashed open, and a Pentos soldier, covered in blood, stumbled in from outside the main hall.

"Your Excellency!"

"Something terrible has happened!"

...

The Andalusians have already broken in.

Viserys's two hundred royal guards were elite troops selected from the legion through rigorous processes, and equipped with fine armor and weapons, naturally possessing formidable combat power.

The Pentos underestimated the fighting prowess of the Andalusian soldiers, and the palace gates were breached in an instant.

The two sides then clashed inside the palace, and Viserys, being located deep within the palace, was delayed for a considerable amount of time.

However, Viserys' loyal guards have now arrived, ready to greet their king.

"what?"

"Damn it, are you all idiots?!"

Upon hearing this terrible news, the governors of Pentos all turned pale.

"quick!"

"Take the Mad King's son hostage first!"

The governors of Pentos then quickly ordered that Viserys be taken hostage, as long as they had Viserys in their hands, even if these people rushed in, it wouldn't be a big problem.

However, misfortunes never come singly.

boom--

Just then, the ceiling of the palace suddenly trembled violently, as if some enormous object had fallen onto the palace roof.

The dust on their heads fell down in a flurry.

Meanwhile, more than a dozen of the Pentos soldiers surrounding Viserys suddenly defected without any warning.

Clang——

These men suddenly drew their longswords and stabbed their colleagues.

"Kill them!"

"Protect His Highness the Second Prince!"

One of the men, a blue-haired man with a resolute face, spoke loudly.

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The Andalusians stormed in from the outside, and chaos suddenly broke out within the palace.

"kill!"

A dozen or so Pentos soldiers suddenly drew their swords and stabbed their former comrades.

Puff puff--

The Pentos soldiers were completely unprepared and were suddenly betrayed, suffering heavy losses in an instant, falling one after another into pools of blood.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Some people were shocked and furious, and drew their swords to fight back.

However, in the blink of an eye, he was stabbed through the heart from behind with a sword.

"what--"

The longsword pierced his chest, the tip protruding from his chest, and he let out a scream.

...

Suddenly betrayed, the Pentos were thrown into chaos, unable to distinguish friend from foe.

Viserys raised an eyebrow slightly when he saw this; he was also somewhat surprised.

"Is this... reinforcements?"

Viserys had no idea that his own reinforcements were inside the enemy's ranks.

Is this someone from the Wind Blows? Or was it arranged by Melisandre?

However, just as Viserys was somewhat surprised, Illyrio, who was standing next to him clutching his thigh, relaxed slightly, then grinned, revealing a smile that was even uglier than a grimace.

“These are the reinforcements I have arranged, Your Majesty.”

This was precisely one of the contingency plans that Illyrio had laid out in advance.

He had considered the possibility of an unexpected incident at the banquet, so he arranged for his trusted confidants to infiltrate the prince's palace beforehand.

This is why, before the banquet began, Illyrio told Viserys that whatever happened next, he should simply follow his instructions.

Then Illyrio looked at the other person again.

The blue-haired man, dressed in khaki armor with white sleeves and a long, pointed helmet, was a member of the Pentos city garrison and appeared to be around thirty years old.

"Griffin, you're too late."

"Illyrio began to complain."

"Griffin?"

Viserys, upon hearing Illyrio's words, turned to look at the newcomer.

"Ok?"

Then Viserys paused slightly, feeling a strange sense of familiarity with this man named Griffin, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

But perhaps too many years have passed, and Viserys can no longer remember.

"Feel sorry."

He offered a stiff apology, but the garrison captain named 'Griffin' didn't even glance at Illyrio.

His swordsmanship was superb, clearly indicating that he had received rigorous training. He had just been lying in ambush among the crowd when he suddenly launched his attack, slashing left and right and killing several of Pentos' soldiers in succession.

Griffin then turned his head, his gaze fixed on Viserys for a moment, and took a deep breath before speaking.

"His Majesty."

Viserys, noticing that the other person looked somewhat familiar, continued to scrutinize him, but did not speak immediately.

Griffin.

Viserys's pale purple eyes flickered slightly as he weighed the name.

He placed the longsword, stained with the blood of the Demon Mountain, on his elbow, gripped it tightly, and then pulled it out, gently wiping the blood off the blade.

Snapped--

He then sheathed the twilight sword again, and then raised his head and asked in a calm voice.