Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Then, at such close range, Viserys, almost completely unprepared, swiftly stabbed him in the abdomen.

"Oops."

Viserys's eyes narrowed.

Just as a strange feeling arose in his heart, the ragged prince suddenly drew his sword and stabbed him. At such close range, his reaction was already very fast.

A pair of eyes shimmered with a pale purple light.

Bang.

Viserys gripped the other man's wrist tightly.

The dagger had pierced Viserys's clothes just before it reached his abdomen, but it stopped abruptly in mid-air.

However, the attack missed, and the opponent seemed to have been mentally prepared for this.

His movements were extremely skillful, calm, and composed, as if he had demonstrated the movements hundreds of times.

His other hand was as nimble as a viper, showing no signs of being a man in his fifties or sixties. The dagger danced at his fingertips before easily piercing Viserys' abdomen.

puff--

Blood gushed out instantly, staining his robes red.

Viserys felt the pain, his brow furrowed slightly, and he groaned. Then, he gritted his teeth, grabbed the other's right hand, and exerted force.

Click.

His strength far surpasses that of his opponent.

In a fit of pain, he forcefully broke the other person's wrist and then forced the short knife in the other person's right hand into his own body.

puff.

The dagger also pierced the opponent's abdomen.

The ragged prince, whose wrist had been grabbed, seemed somewhat surprised by Viserys's strength.

He had hidden among the crowd last night to observe the battle between Viserys and the Mountain, and he believed he had a complete grasp of Viserys's condition.

Although the reason was unclear, based on his observations, Viserys was an exceptional swordsman with an extremely fast reaction speed, making it almost impossible for ordinary crossbows to kill him at long range.

That's why he chose this risky approach: to get close to Viserys and strike him suddenly when he was completely off guard.

Even so, despite having a strong premonition of Viserys' reaction speed, he still underestimated him; Viserys' reaction speed was even faster than he had imagined.

Viserys' wrist was broken and a short knife was plunged into his abdomen, blood gushing out. Viserys, who was also injured, frowned and gasped for breath, but his opponent seemed to have done nothing, his expression unchanged.

Prince Ragnarok then easily freed himself from Viserys with his broken wrist as if it had been lubricated.

His broken wrist was still swaying slightly, and blood dripped from his stabbed abdomen onto the ground. He pulled out the dagger from his abdomen and threw it out the window, then lifted his robe and jumped down from the battlement.

wow-

Her clothes fluttered as she leaped down.

Viserys, who was suddenly attacked, tightly covered the bleeding wound with one hand, and blood flowed down between his fingers.

He saw the other man jump off the battlements without hesitation, and Viserys' eyes flashed with surprise and doubt.

You should know that this is one of the highest points in Pentos, a tower that is dozens of meters high and goes straight up and down. Wouldn't jumping off from here be suicide?

"Death squad?"

Viserys saw this scene and the thought instantly vanished from his mind.

Then his breathing became heavy, one hand covering his wound, as he leaned against the battlements, trying to look down.

However, when he saw everything below, his pale purple pupils narrowed slightly, and a clear look of shock flashed across them.

"this..."

The area beneath the tower was completely empty and clean; no one had fallen down at all.

Chapter 222 All Men Must Die

All of this happened too suddenly.

The exchange between the two was completed in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, Illyrio, sitting on the other chair, didn't even react, let alone see what the two were doing, and then it ended in a lose-lose situation.

Prince Ragnarok plunged a dagger into Viserys' abdomen, and Viserys broke his wrist and then plunged the dagger into his abdomen as well.

Subsequently, the ragged prince... jumped off the tower and committed suicide.

"this..."

Illyrio was taken aback for a moment, then looked horrified and quickly stood up, leaning on his cane.

He saw Viserys clutching his injured abdomen, blood flowing freely, and sitting on the ground, his body weak and panting heavily.

He then shouted loudly outside.

"Someone come quick!"

"There are assassins!"

Upon hearing the news, the guards inside the tower rushed over, their footsteps chaotic and shouts filling the air. The entire nine-towered palace complex was soon engulfed in violent tremors.

The gray-haired old man, dressed in tattered clothes and riding his tall horse, looked exhausted as he dismounted and entered the palace, only to be captured by a group of Targaryen soldiers.

The ragged prince was caught completely off guard and had no time to resist. He had no idea what was happening and cried out that he was innocent.

The doctor then rushed over with his medicine kit.

Viserys remained seated on the cold ground, breathing heavily, before groping to pick up the dagger he had just thrown to the ground.

He saw a faint, eerie blue light on the clear blade, in addition to the deep red blood.

"poisonous."

Viserys' chest heaved slightly; he could almost feel his limbs gradually going numb.

Then I felt a warm sensation in my nostrils, and a drop of blood slowly flowed out.

"Whoo~"

"Whoo~"

Viserys' breathing was heavy, his eyes fixed on the faintly reflecting light, where blood and venom mingled.

"His Majesty."

How are you feeling now? Is there anything that's bothering you?

An elderly doctor with gray hair was unbuttoning his clothes to bandage his wounds, and asked a question at the same time.

However, Viserys did not respond to him, but stared intently at the spot where the dagger reflected light.

"His Majesty?"

"His Majesty?"

The old doctor's voice rang out urgently.

But the next second, they couldn't see anywhere.

boom--

A towering mass of black mist, which had been accumulating for an unknown period of time, emitted a terrifying shriek, like the howling of ghosts and wolves.

It then surged wildly into Viserys's body.

...

"The night is long, and steps are carved into the ice wall."

"Drifting endlessly at the ends of the earth~"

The melodious sound of a singer playing an instrument rang out from inside a pub.

Because of the bloody night, there weren't many customers in the tavern today; most of them were discussing what happened last night.

The governors of Pentos invited the Targaryen king to celebrate the New Year, but, coveting the dragons, they attempted to harm Viserys at the banquet. However, they failed and ended up shooting themselves in the foot.

A giant dragon descended from the sky, burned down the palace, and killed all the governors.

This morning, one could still see the massive amounts of wealth looted from the various governors' residences being loaded onto carriages and sent to the port, with no idea where the ships were headed.

Those in the know now know that the Targaryen king will not wear the crown and assume the title of Prince of Pentos.

Instead, this jewel of the bay was handed over to a mercenary leader who was also the leader of the Wind Blowing Gang, who had been committing murder and arson all night, causing some panic among the people of Pentos.

The singer in the tavern is currently playing a song from Westeros, which may be somewhat unfamiliar to the people of Pentos.

This is a legend about the cook of the Long Night Castle. It tells the story of a cook in Long Night Castle who killed the king's son in revenge, chopped him up, made him into a pie, and gave it to the king to taste. In the end, he was punished by the gods and turned into a giant white rat, forever wandering in Long Night Castle and devouring his own offspring.

This is a story of how the gods punished those who trampled on the rights of guests, though it is unfamiliar to the people of Pentos.

But it seems that it was precisely because it was 'keeping up with the times' that it spread rapidly throughout the city of Pentos with the help of certain forces.

clang--

A golden dragon flickered on his fingertip, and Rams, his face hidden beneath his cloak, gazed at the singer before revealing a sinister smile.

The singer caught a glimpse of Rams' smile out of the corner of his eye, and a slight joy welled up inside him.

Rams then put down his glass, stood up, and left the table. He placed the gold dragon on the table and told the tavern waitress that it was a tip for the singer. Then he walked towards the tavern door.

And at this time.

The door to the tavern was pushed open, and a blond-haired man with a hooked nose and a scar on his face walked in.

Rams brushed past this person.

However, the area around the tavern counter was a bit cramped, and the blond man seemed to be feeling unwell and didn't dodge in time, so the two bumped into each other slightly.

Rams caught a whiff of something familiar and noticed that the blond man's left hand seemed a little stiff, but he didn't think much of it and just gave a polite smile.

The blond man was also very respectful, placing his right hand in front of his lower abdomen and bowing slightly.

"Feel sorry."

Rams then pushed open the wooden door and left the tavern, while the blond man watched Rams' departing figure before turning his gaze away.