Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"You just called me Your Highness the Second Prince."

"Are you Jon Snow?"

When faced with Viserys's straightforward question, Griffin's expression changed slightly.

He hadn't expected the Second Prince to be so perceptive, noticing even the slightest flaw.

Aside from former loyal subjects of the Targaryens, and those serving in King's Landing or even the Red Keep, no one would still call Viserys 'Second Prince'.

This is a title that is now extremely distant from him, and there are even fewer people who would subconsciously call him that nowadays.

However, 'Griffin's' expression changed slightly, but he still did not directly admit his identity.

"Your Majesty, the situation is critical."

"We can discuss some things privately after we get out of here. Right now, we should fight our way out of here first."

"escape?"

Viserys raised his eyebrows slightly, then calmly shook his head.

There's no need to run away.

"what?"

Griffin looked slightly puzzled upon hearing Viserys's words.

And at this very moment.

boom--

Another loud crash came from the ceiling of the Prince's Palace, as if some enormous thing was violently ramming into the palace.

click -

The sturdy walls and ceiling of the Prince's Palace instantly cracked, and dust fell down, drenching the chaotic Pentos people below.

"what happened?"

Is there something on the roof of the palace?

Many of the Pentos people, caught in the internal strife, looked up at the sky, their voices filled with surprise and uncertainty.

They had no idea what was happening outside the palace.

At this moment, the soldiers of Pentos were in a state of panic.

They couldn't even tell who was the enemy and who was their ally; all they could see when they looked around were soldiers in identical armor fighting each other.

Meanwhile, the governors of Pentos were also divided.

Some governors loudly ordered their soldiers to rush forward and seize Viserys, while others, sensing that the situation was hopeless, tried to sneak away through the back door amidst the chaos.

"quick--"

"Take me away from here."

Among them was Governor Scott, who had just provoked Viserys. The young governor was sweating profusely, and his heart was pounding.

He had a bad feeling.

However, before these governors, who were trying to escape, could even reach the back door under the protection of the guards...

boom--

Then came another violent impact, like a heavy hammer striking everyone's heart, causing their hearts to skip a beat.

Even the slowest person would realize at this moment that something terrible was about to happen.

"Outside--"

However, they didn't even get a chance to shout it out.

next second.

boom!

The palace's ceiling and outer walls were finally smashed by the violent impact, sending rubble and debris flying everywhere.

The massive wall collapsed with a deafening roar, slamming down like a giant hand onto the people below, burying the governor and his guards who were trying to escape before their horrified eyes.

Rumbling--

The billowing dust kicked up caused everyone in the hall to cover their mouths and noses and cough violently.

"cough cough..."

"What happened? What exactly happened?"

The white-haired old governor, surrounded by guards, couldn't help but speak up.

Before they knew what was happening, one side of the palace wall and ceiling suddenly collapsed.

And at this time.

"Ho-"

Under the deep night sky.

A deep, hoarse dragon roar suddenly rang in everyone's ears.

Chapter 216 The Descent of the Dragon

"Ho-"

A deep, hoarse roar pierced through the billowing dust, slowly echoing beneath the narrow sky, resounding in the ears of everyone present.

In an instant, the hall fell silent.

Everyone thought they were hallucinating, and then cautiously began to speak.

What was that sound?

"Did something just make a sound?"

Griffin, gripping his longsword, bravely stood in front of Viserys.

What was that sound?

He knew he wasn't hallucinating; he had genuinely heard the low growl of some kind of monster.

"Your Majesty, please stand behind me!"

Although the smoke and dust obscured his vision, he still held his sword in one hand and covered his mouth and nose with the other, his eyes warily scanning his surroundings.

But the next second.

Call ~

A gentle winter night breeze blew by.

The smoke and dust from the collapsed palace began to dissipate.

The people who had been choking and struggling to breathe finally raised their heads, looking disheveled.

Then I witnessed an extremely horrifying scene.

"this..."

All the Pentos soldiers stared blankly at the huge shadow that stretched for over ten meters above the palace ruins.

"This is..."

Click...

Everyone gripped their weapons tightly, their palms soaked with sweat, and then they all swallowed hard.

Under the bright moonlight.

A colossal creature, over ten meters long, appeared atop the palace ruins, its sharp claws firmly gripping the remaining, undamaged walls.

call…

Then its enormous wings spread wide, almost blotting out the sky, and the black dragon raised its long neck high, letting out another low, hoarse roar.

"Ho-"

The sound was neither harsh nor hysterical.

Yet this seemingly mundane and low roar possessed unparalleled penetrating power, clearly piercing through everyone's eardrums and striking directly into the depths of their souls.

Almost everyone except Viserys couldn't help but shudder.

"dragon..."

However, someone spoke first, breaking the deathly silence that filled the room.

"dragon!"

Then, like a bomb detonated in a lake, it instantly created towering waves.

"It's a dragon!"

A voice filled with terror and even sobs rang out, sending a chill down the spines of all the Pentos soldiers, as if their souls had finally returned to their bodies.

They had never seen a dragon before, because dragons had disappeared before their generation was born, yet at this time everyone knew that this was a dragon.

Viserys brought his dragon with him.

In an instant, the morale of Pentos' army collapsed.

All the soldiers of Pentos came to their senses, but none of them wanted to point their weapons at this terrible creature, because that would be suicide.

"escape!"

next second.

The soldiers of Pentos scattered and fled, their footsteps chaotic, accompanied by panicked screams and shouts.

"Run away!"

Seeing that things were hopeless, the governors of Pentos, who had just been preparing to sneak away, were buried under the ruins.

The governors of Pentos who had not fled were now plunged into despair.

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