Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

What happened was almost unbelievable to her.

Viserys suddenly vanished into a cloud of black mist right before her eyes.

On the other side...

"Whoo~"

"Whoo~"

The Faceless One, panting heavily and clutching his severed arm, fled frantically toward the window like a stray dog, his vision blurring.

However, he immediately felt an icy chill penetrate his chest and penetrate his heart, which then turned into a burning pain.

Viserys suddenly appeared before him, and the twilight in his hand pierced his heart.

Miguel's eyes widened, revealing shock and familiar disbelief once again, before blood welled up from the corner of his mouth.

"impossible!"

The Faceless Ones are good at controlling their emotions and can remain calm and composed in the face of any dangerous situation. However, today their values ​​have been repeatedly challenged.

It even made him doubt whether the world before him was real, and whether he was dreaming.

Viserys, who should have been behind him, suddenly appeared before him as a cloud of black mist and pierced his heart with a sword.

Meanwhile, in the next cell, the Mountain, imprisoned in heavy shackles, gripped the cold iron bars. He had remained silent the entire time, but now he stared wide-eyed at the scene before him in disbelief.

He, like the tavern waitress, witnessed Viserys transform into a cloud of black mist, then suddenly appear before the assassin and pierce his heart with a single sword strike.

"devil!"

Gregor Clegane, slightly out of breath, pressed his tall frame against the iron bars, his hands gripping the cold railings as he murmured something.

Even if the Faceless One who assassinated Viserys during the day was incredibly powerful, his life force was rapidly fading away. Without his disguise, he was nothing more than a mortal being.

puff.

Viserys then drew his longsword, and a wisp of black mist entered his body through the sword, causing the Faceless One's corpse to collapse to the ground.

"Do not."

On the other side, the tavern waitress seemed somewhat unable to accept what she was seeing.

Viserys ignored the reactions of the two guests in the cell and knelt down to touch the corpse's cheek.

After the Faceless Ones died, a small gap appeared between their bodies and the human skin they were wearing.

Viserys then ripped off the face, revealing the true face of the Faceless One beneath.

...

The next morning.

The heads of two Faceless Ones were hung on the city wall of the palace atop the Nine Towers.

Some passersby in Pantos looked up and saw this scene.

Normally, they might be interested in discussing which unlucky guy had angered these adults, and might even have written a moving story about it.

However, the artistic and imaginative Pentosians didn't give the two unfortunate heads much of a second, because they had seen far too many heads in the past two days.

All the governors were exterminated and their families were wiped out. All their assets were confiscated and taken over by the city-state. As a favor, their former slaves were freed and became new free citizens of the city-state.

The people who had worked for these governors’ families continued to do their jobs, and their salaries and benefits even increased slightly. As a result, the people quickly accepted the change of the king’s flag on the city wall.

And among these people passing by the palace.

One person paid close attention to the heads on the palace wall, scrutinizing them carefully for a long time, almost attracting the attention of the guards.

The person then quickly disappeared into the crowd.

...

The dragons burned all the governors to death, the Targaryen family captured Pentos, and Viserys was assassinated by the Faceless Men.

Limited by the backwardness of communication technology, even ordinary ravens could hardly fly across the sea and had to rely on merchant ships. It would be a month before this news reached Westeros.

And a few days after this incident.

A thousand miles away, north of the Great Wall, a desolate place.

The heavy snow of the past few days finally gave way to a brief respite, and a group of cavalrymen draped in animal skin capes and black cloaks seized the opportunity, making their way through the snow with great difficulty.

They are rangers in the Night's Watch, responsible for scouting and patrolling the Ghostwood, killing wildlings and White Walkers who roam there.

However, the latter has long since become a legend. The Night's Watch has forgotten about the White Walkers, and now only stories about scaring children remain.

The rangers had just repelled a small group of savages who had wandered into their line of sight; the savages left behind several corpses before fleeing in disarray.

Because the White Walkers have been gone for so long, the Night's Watch's objective has shifted from defending against them to killing the Wildlings. The Ghostwood is now the battlefield where the Wildlings and the Night's Watch clash.

And at this time.

A faint sound suddenly came from the bushes not far from the group of rangers.

Chapter 230 Ghost Forest

A faint rustling sound came from the bushes beside him.

"Ok?"

Benjen Stark, the chief ranger of the Night's Watch from House Stark and the leader of this group of rangers, slightly raised his head and looked in the direction from which the commotion was coming.

What was that noise just now?

Benjen Stark frowned slightly, but the other Rangers quickly became alert as well.

The Rangers are different from other Night's Watch units, which include thieves, debtors, poachers, rapists, burglars, and bastards.

The Rangers are the most elite warriors of the Night's Watch. Most of them come from noble or titled families and have received excellent swordsmanship training from a young age.

Some joined the Night's Watch voluntarily, while others were forced to make the choice due to setbacks in the kingdom's internal political struggles.

This is why the Rangers were able to frequently gain the upper hand in battles against the Wildlings, becoming the number one enemy of 'King Beyond the Wall' Mance Rayder, and all the Wildlings wished they could devour them alive.

Benjen Stark's words silenced all the Rangers instantly.

The dozen or so 'crows' exchanged glances, then quietly dismounted.

The chief ranger with long black hair stared intently at the bushes from which the sound had come.

The snowstorm a few days ago was heavy, accompanied by howling winds and ghostly cries. This has become the norm in Ghost Shadow Forest; the climate north of the Great Wall is just this harsh.

So they found a place to shelter from the snowstorm and are now embarking on their journey once again.

Banyan couldn't see what was hidden inside, so he paused for a moment, then raised his hand.

The two rangers nodded and followed behind him, the three of them crouching low as they searched for the source of the sound.

And at this time.

The sound came again from the bushes not far away where the noise had just occurred.

This time, however, they heard clearly that it seemed to be a group of people far away from them shouting loudly in an obscure language that they couldn't understand.

"It's a savage!"

Banyan, who led two brothers up, immediately recognized the other party's identity.

Only north of the Wall do the ancient languages ​​of the First Men remain, and those who live there, apart from the Night's Watch, are all wildlings.

These cries seemed to be being chased by something terrible, rushing towards Bunyan and the rest of the Rangers.

"Banyan, what should we do?"

Another ranger asked their leader in a low voice.

The long-faced man's gray-blue eyes narrowed slightly. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, exhaled a puff of white mist, and spoke decisively.

"Kill them when they get here."

"it is good!"

All the Ranger brothers nodded.

A dozen or so rangers dressed in black then nimbly followed behind Benjen, drawing their bows and arrows from their backs, nocking them on the strings, and crouching low to hide in the bushes, preparing to ambush the savages.

North of the Great Wall, there are no roads; the land is all open spaces created by people walking on it.

Their warhorses were tied to trees, while the rangers prepared to ambush the unfortunate savages.

"These damn guys look like they're being chased by some wild beast."

One of the rangers spoke with a cold laugh.

The wildlings hated the Night's Watch, and the Night's Watch, in turn, harbored deep resentment towards the wildlings, having lost countless brothers to them.

Not long afterward, the shadows of the trees obscured their view, and the group of shouting savages finally came into the rangers' sight.

What puzzled Banyan was that he didn't see anything chasing them from behind the savages.

What are they running for?

This group of wild men lived in the harsh environment north of the Great Wall. They were all agile, because wild men who were not suited to survival did not grow up and died young. Ordinary wild beasts were no match for these wild men.

"What exactly is chasing them?"

If it were just one or two, that would be one thing, but so many savages...

The sharp-faced man frowned slightly; he had a bad feeling.

However, at that moment, a ranger couldn't resist firing an arrow.

bang——

The bowstring twanged, and an arrow whistled through the air before striking a savage in the throat.

puff.

An arrow pierced his neck, blood splattered onto the white snowdrift, and the body collapsed into the snow and vanished instantly.

"Damn it! There's a 'crow'!"

The fleeing savages were horrified by the sight, and then one of them, who knew the Common Tongue, shouted loudly.

"Monsters! We're not the enemy!"