Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Upon seeing this, the elderly governor with gray hair immediately sat down on the ground, his eyes glazed over and his voice filled with sorrow.

"It's over."

He never expected that Viserys would bring a dragon, and what surprised him even more was how huge the dragon had become.

This was due to an oversight in intelligence by the governors of Pentos; they were simply sitting in their gardens receiving intelligence from informants.

However, since Viserys focused on developing the Ministry of the Interior, several of Andalus's hidden spies have been eradicated, serving as a deterrent.

Meanwhile, the remaining intelligence networks hidden in Andalus have all become low-key or even fallen into a deep sleep.

Dragons are Andalus's most important secret.

Therefore, Viserys designated a large area outside the city of Andalus as the 'Royal Forest,' prohibiting all civilians and hunters from entering it for hunting and recreation.

This 'Royal Forest' is specifically provided for the three young dragons to live and inhabit, and they rarely venture out into the outside world.

Therefore, the governors of Pentos received information about dragons with great delay; in their intelligence, the largest black dragon in Viserys seemed to be only the size of a small horse.

However, nowadays...

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the cold wind whistles through the winter night.

After the palace was destroyed by the dragon, the winter sea breeze of Pentos blew in without hindrance.

However, what makes them feel even colder is their hearts.

"Ho-"

Under the bright moonlight, the dragon let out a deep roar. Bellerion's entire body was covered with ferocious scales, and lava flowed between the scales.

It was watching the Pentos soldiers scattering and fleeing below.

next second.

boom!

A dazzling pillar of crimson fire suddenly descended from the sky.

"Ho-"

Bellerion roared again, and the raging flames engulfed the fleeing soldiers below.

"what!"

The scattered Pentos soldiers let out desperate cries and screams before being engulfed in flames, struggling and collapsing.

But the dragonfire spewed out by Bellerion did not simply remain in place.

Its long, elegant neck was raised high, and the dazzling pillar of fire continued to surge forward, engulfing more scattered and fleeing Pentos soldiers.

"It's over."

The white-haired old governor remained seated on the ground, his eyes filled with the pillars of fire spewed by the dragon, his expression blank as he repeated a single word.

"Your Excellency!"

"We still have a chance! This isn't over yet!"

However, his guards were extremely loyal to the old man and grabbed the old governor's clothes, loudly trying to persuade him.

"We can kneel and surrender! We can negotiate with His Majesty the King!"

"But if you die here, you'll have nothing left!"

The old governor, who had been in a daze, heard the guards' advice. The flames around him surged, his cracked lips trembled slightly, and his eyes gradually regained their luster.

"right..."

“Yes…you’re right…we can kneel, we can negotiate with His Majesty.”

The old governor gripped the guard's arm tightly, as if he were grasping at a straw.

"quick!"

"Take me away! To the castle!"

Inside the Prince's Palace is a very sturdy castle built in preparation for war.

Although this fortress has never been used since it was built.

Because no one could breach the city before Pentos surrendered.

However, it can still come in handy at this time.

The governor's loyal guards, upon hearing the old man's words, did not hesitate and immediately waved their hands.

"Quick! Get the adults away!"

Then several loyal guards lifted the old governor up and rushed towards the fire.

The other surviving governors and their guards were also leaderless.

Seeing this, he quickly followed the old governor and fled outside together.

...

But outside the home...

now.

"Victory is already assured."

The ragged prince stood on a tower of a city wall in Pentos.

This is considered a high point in the city of Pentos, offering a panoramic view of most of the city.

Now, all the chaos in Pentos has come into his view.

And at this time.

boom--

A dazzling crimson pillar of fire descended from the sky and crashed down on the prince's palace, instantly engulfing the magnificent pavilions and palaces in flames.

The ragged prince felt a slight tightening in his chest.

Chapter 217 No, you haven't forgotten.

"dragon."

The ragged prince clenched his fists.

In the distance, the enormous figure of a dragon was flying around the palace, occasionally lowering its altitude to spew out a large column of crimson fire.

The entire Prince's Palace of Pentos had been reduced to a sea of ​​fire, and then a huge black shadow once again took flight into the sky.

"terrible."

The shock of witnessing dragons in battle was deeply etched in the heart of the ragged prince; he had never imagined that war could become so simple.

At the same time, he also had a hidden worry in his heart.

He didn't know how to deal with such a terrible enemy.

He was glad that he didn't have the chance to face a dragon head-on, otherwise he wasn't sure what kind of embarrassing situation he would have made, whether he would have thrown down his weapons and knelt down to surrender, or simply wet his pants in fear.

Then the gray-haired old man took a deep breath, his beard trembling slightly, but he said something that didn't mean what he meant.

"The dragon's divine power is indeed something that ordinary soldiers cannot withstand; no wonder everyone is so eager to be associated with dragons."

"These governors also lost their lives because of their greed."

"Thank God that he taught us that greed is an original sin."

The ragged prince gently tapped the railing with his hand, then slightly turned his head to look at the figure hidden in the cloak behind him.

He then continued speaking.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on acquiring this pearl of the bay."

Prince Ragnarok was born in Pentos, a multi-faith city-state with moon chanters, red monks, and also worshippers of the Black Goat God, Lady Rhys, and others.

The belief in the Seven Gods was a niche group in Pentos, so the Prince of Raggedy was not actually interested in it.

However, after the 'deal' was made on the black ship, the ragged prince knelt before Viserys.

After that, the gray-haired old man also read two books on the doctrines of the Seven Gods in his spare time, hoping to have more in common with Viserys.

However, what the ragged prince didn't know was that Viserys wasn't actually that devout in his faith in the gods; he was just very good at putting on an act.

At that moment, the figure standing behind the ragged prince raised his head.

Beneath the hood peeked out Ramsay Snow's shadowy face.

"Pantos is indeed a beautiful and bountiful place."

The young man with long black hair chuckled softly before continuing.

"I also want to congratulate His Highness on returning to his hometown."

The ragged prince also smiled slightly and nodded, seemingly in a good mood, after all, returning to Pentos had always been his lifelong wish.

"but..."

However, Rams didn't finish his sentence; his slightly chilling voice paused briefly.

Then another matter came up.

"Although you have returned to Pentos, the great grudge from back then has not yet been avenged."

"Ok?"

Upon hearing Rams's words, the ragged prince's expression changed slightly; he had a bad feeling.

Rams ignored the slight change in the ragged prince's expression and continued speaking.

"Those governors who persecuted you and forced you to leave Pentos are long dead, and those governors now in the Prince's Palace have probably turned to ashes..."

"However, to cut the weeds, one must also remove the roots; their families are still barely clinging to life."

Rams's voice was calm, yet it chilled the ragged prince's heart.

However, the gray-haired old man had been roaming this controversial place for thirty years, and his ability to remain expressionless was still very well-honed. Although his heart was cold, he appeared to be completely unaffected on the surface.

"The hatred from back then is so long ago, I've long forgotten it."