Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

She also came to understand the wickedness of this world.

Renis certainly didn't want to die.

However, she then heard the sound of people outside pulling ropes and trying to climb up, and it seemed to be getting closer and closer.

"What...should I do?"

The girl was terrified; a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and strands of brown hair clung to her skin. She then turned her head to look around.

The little girl quickly came up with a plan. She stood on tiptoe and pulled the doorknob, trying to open the door to the next room and hide inside.

However, the door seemed to be blocked by some debris, and Renis couldn't open it immediately.

But the faint sounds coming from outside were getting closer and closer.

Renis's panic reached its peak, and she felt her legs go weak.

Then he gave up on the sliding door and ran away.

...

wow-

The waves kept crashing against the rocks.

A longship sailed silently across the dark sea without lighting any lights, then approached Dragonstone. Everyone gathered their weapons and abandoned ship to go ashore.

They were a group of mercenaries from the southwestern coast of Essos, located in the disputed lands between Myr, Tyros, and Rhys, and were employed by the Iron Throne.

Lord Redwin was completely unaware of this.

Robert Baratheon harbored a deep hatred for the Targaryens and vowed to exterminate these 'bastards of dragons'.

However, he did not completely trust Parker alone, and at the same time, he split up his forces to bribe a group of members from a small mercenary group from the Eastern Continent.

They were tasked with finding an opportunity to sneak onto Dragonstone and kill Viserys and Queen Leila.

And now.

After receiving a huge deposit from King Robert, the mercenaries finally seized the opportunity and sneaked onto the coast of Dragonstone while the Targaryen fleet was out in full force to fight the Greentree fleet.

click -

The nail claws left three shallow white marks on the uneven stone wall, and the moonlight outside the window was pale.

next second.

A burly figure appeared above the stone window, carrying a sharp battle axe on his back, which gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

Chapter 24 Courage Group

And not far away.

Renes, who was hiding at the other end of the corridor, saw this scene and couldn't help but tremble slightly.

A feeling called fear spread throughout my body.

She recalled the nightmare from six months ago, where two groups of people fought each other at close range right before her eyes. Blood and savage smiles played out repeatedly in her mind like a silent drama.

Then I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat.

However, Renis managed to suppress the urge to scream. She was smart enough to know that she couldn't make a sound at this moment, or something terrible would happen.

The little brown-haired girl huddled in the corner at the end of the corridor, her small body curled up, one hand covering her mouth, even her breathing was careful, and her face was slightly flushed from holding her breath.

And not far away.

A dark-haired man with strange paint on his face jumped into the castle through the stone window.

He was tall and muscular, standing like a mountain. He wore thick leather armor, carried a huge battle axe on his back, and wore a tattered helmet with a dent on it. He also had an unpleasant smell about him.

He was the first mercenary to climb up from below, and despite his tall stature, he was surprisingly agile.

Although Dragonstone Castle is located by the sea, it is built on a mountaintop, clinging to the mountain's contours, with a volcano that emits white smoke all day long not far away.

Coming up from this direction of the stone window requires climbing a very high and steep cliff, which is almost impossible for a normal person to pass. Viserys, who was locked in the house, had no intention of escaping because he did not want to fall to his death.

For these reasons, there weren't many guards on duty here, and tonight was also a special night, as the guards' attention was drawn to the battle at sea.

So this group of crazy mercenaries seized the opportunity and sneaked in.

Those who live a life of constant danger are naturally extra cautious.

The man's breathing was still slightly heavy after he jumped into the castle, indicating that the climb had taken a lot of his energy.

Call ~

Call ~

After taking a few deep breaths, the man carrying the battle axe turned his head left and right, carefully observed the surroundings, and listened intently for a while.

They found the surroundings quiet and nothing unusual; they had not been detected by the guards.

He then raised his hand to his lips and whistled softly downwards.

The sound was very faint, like the chirping of a small bird.

The rope connected by the spikes also stirred once again. The companions who had been waiting below heard the signal and began to climb up one after another.

Then, to Reines's horrified gaze, who was hiding on the other side, she saw a total of seven people climb in through the stone window.

Each person's attire was different, but they were all dressed very discreetly, with dark leather armor wrapped in tattered black cloth to conceal their figures in the darkness, longswords at their waists, battle axes on their backs, and longbows.

This seven-man mercenary team had a very clear division of labor, with even dedicated archers and shield bearers.

"Ok?"

And at this time.

One of the men who came up later, with his hair wrapped in a black headscarf and his face also painted with strange greasepaint, discovered the doll that Renis had just dropped on the ground.

He then bent down and picked it up from the surface.

"Hey, Langdon."

The man was the leader of this mercenary group. He held Renis's doll in his hand, weighed it slightly, and then looked at the burly man who had come up first, and asked.

"This looks like a noble lady's toy. Are you sure you didn't see anything when you came up here?"

They received a hefty commission this time, so naturally they had to go all out.

At the same time, they also understood how difficult this commission was; a slight mistake could mean losing everything here, getting paid but not having the life to spend it.

Of course, once the task is completed, the rewards are also astonishing. The final payment could even be enough for them to buy a castle and become noblemen themselves, or transform themselves into a dozen ships and become legitimate benefactors.

This commission was nominally from a merchant from the valley, and it's unclear how they were contacted.

However, they didn't believe a word of what the other party said. How could an unknown merchant from the Valley want to spend such a high price to take the lives of the Targaryen remnants?

When this astonishing figure was first mentioned, they could hardly believe their ears and thought the other party was a fraud.

However, it wasn't until the 'merchant' from the valley readily pulled out a bag of gleaming gold dragons as a deposit and told them that the remaining balance would be collected when they completed the mission and brought back the heads of Leila and Viserys that the mercenary group truly believed him.

After much probing, the mercenary group finally realized that the true owner behind this sum of money was none other than the Iron Throne of Westeros. The king, who had barely settled into his seat, wanted to eliminate any potential threat completely.

Moreover, there seems to be a faint trace of the Lannisters in it.

Lord Tywin may have directly sponsored Robert I with this huge sum of money to show his loyalty to the Iron Throne, so that he could eliminate the remnants of the Targaryen.

Upon hearing the leader's words, the burly man named Langdon frowned slightly, looking at the somewhat dirty rag doll in the other's hand.

He hadn't even noticed the small thing that had fallen to the ground. After all, he was too tall, and his attention was entirely focused on the guards who might appear; he hadn't looked at the ground at all.

"No."

The burly man carrying a battle axe and with his face painted with greasepaint shook his head and decisively denied it.

This wasn't just him making excuses; he genuinely didn't see anyone when he came up, not even a noble lady.

"Besides, this place is clearly where the servants live. Why would Miss be here?"

"It probably fell here by accident."

The guards wouldn't protect servants whose status was lower than theirs, so their choice of this as the breakthrough point for breaching the castle was not without reason.

After all, it's professionals doing professional work. Their profession is to take money and solve problems for people. They can do anything as long as they are paid, such as murder and kidnapping. Their professional skills are outstanding, otherwise they would not have been chosen by King Robert's envoy.

"Is that so?"

Upon hearing his companion's words, the leader's brow relaxed slightly, and he nodded, not taking the matter too seriously.

He was just asking casually.

And at this time.

click -

A faint sound suddenly came from the corner of the corridor not far away.

Chapter 25 Unresolved Depression

The naval battle outside continues.

Viserys had already donned a small leather armor tailored to his specifications, with metal plates covering key areas such as his chest and wrists.

He was also holding a short sword in his arms, which was custom-made to his height and looked like a large sewing needle.

Slender, thin, and sharp.

The silver-haired boy stood on a stool, leaning against the windowsill, watching the distant naval battle. Stones coated in kerosene streaked across the dark sea.

Flames raged on the ships that had already engaged in boarding action, swords flashed, weapons clashed and clashed, and the shouts of the soldiers on both sides were deafening. Even from such a distance, the shouts carried by the sea breeze could be faintly heard by Viserys.

However, at this moment...

He didn't know why he felt a little upset.

I have a feeling that something bad is about to happen, but I don't know why.

Perhaps they are awaiting the judgment of fate, even knowing the outcome but unsure whether their arrival has altered history.

right...

He has changed history.