Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

In the afternoon sunlight, the enormous figure of the dragon gradually recedes into the distance, its scales reflecting a metallic gleam.

The chaotic Dothraki on the ground calmed down a little, but they still fired a few spears at the black dragon's back as if venting their frustration.

However, Bellerion had already flown to a great height, and the spears fired by the giant crossbow lost their momentum in mid-air before falling to the ground.

On the battlefield, the Dothraki warriors controlled their mounts, stroking their manes and embracing their necks to soothe their comrades' tense emotions.

Every Dothraki's best companion is his warhorse.

"That guy finally left."

The three Khao hiding among their people breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the terrifying dragon spread its wings and fly away.

They were truly on the brink of death. If that dragon-riding Khao had spotted them, or if they had been unlucky enough to have a firefall fall on their heads, they would have been dead.

This expedition, in which the Dothraki united with five Khals and 80,000 Dothraki Roaring Warriors, became a laughing stock, especially since three of them were burned to death by a Khal riding a dragon in the very first battle.

Fortunately, none of this happened.

"It seems those 'dragon killers' are still effective."

Although none of the giant crossbow bolts hit their mark, the rampaging dragon at least retreated, which shows that it was effective.

The three Kao breathed a sigh of relief, but were also slightly excited.

It's fortunate that there's something to fear about such a terrifying monster; otherwise, they really wouldn't know how to continue this battle.

On the other side...

The young king personally rode a giant dragon into battle, single-handedly holding off the overwhelming Dothraki invasion. The magnificent sight of the burning plains shook the hearts of all.

"Ohhh!!"

A deafening cheer erupted from the top of the walls of Pentos.

The morale of the Pentos defenders soared instantly; having dragons fighting alongside them was a huge morale booster.

The bloody night of about half a year ago, although many of the current garrison of Pentos experienced that battle firsthand.

At that time, some of them were former guards who had surrendered on their knees, while others were still mercenaries in the Wind Blowing Gang. They did not directly participate in the battle at the Prince's Palace and therefore did not have a direct impression of the dragon's power.

But now.

The refugees crowding outside Pentos also witnessed this scene.

Their homes had been completely destroyed by the Dothraki, their families slaughtered, and their wealth plundered. Seeing this scene now, they couldn't help but burst into tears.

Jon Clinton and his cavalry, who were leading the way out of the city to cover the refugees, also witnessed this scene.

The man with gray-red hair took off his helmet and hugged it to his chest; there was still blood on his face that hadn't been wiped clean.

He took a deep breath, turned his head to look at the dragon returning to Pentos in the sky, and then took a deep breath.

"Let's go into town!"

tata tao...

Then he spurred his warhorse, and with the sound of hooves, he led the cavalry who had gone out of the city to cover the refugees back into the city.

"Close the city gates!"

"Close the city gates!"

At that moment, the commander on the city wall issued his orders.

creak—

Then the soldiers pulled the ropes, the winch made a teeth-grinding sound, and the huge city gate slammed shut.

With the city gates closed, the entire massive city-state was completely sealed off and became impregnable.

Call ~

Viserys, riding Belerion, flew to a wide open space in the city of Pentos, large enough to accommodate a dragon.

boom--

The dragon landed with a heavy thud, kicking up dust that slowly dissipated. Bellerion stretched his neck slightly and let out a low roar.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Viserys gently patted Belerion's neck, then stood up from the black dragon's back. His armor gleamed in the sunlight, and his long hair flowed freely.

Then, it finally leaped down from the black dragon's back, along its broad wings.

Bang.

"His Majesty."

At that moment, a guard stepped forward and took the helmet that Viserys had removed.

"Ah."

Viserys nodded, then walked towards the city wall, giving instructions as he went.

"Give Bellerion plenty of food and let it rest well."

Bellerion just put in a lot of effort, so Viserys naturally couldn't let his partner down.

Whether or not Bellerion can face and defeat an enemy two or three times his size depends mainly on his performance.

"Understood, Your Majesty."

The guards following Viserys quickly nodded in agreement, and then ordered the logistics department to bring over two cows for 'Lord' Bellerion.

Tap tap…

Viserys hurriedly climbed the city wall.

Soldiers on both sides of the road cast fervent glances at him, having just witnessed His Majesty the King riding a dragon and turning the tide of battle.

Viserys is now seen by them as a god-like figure.

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty."

Viserys nodded slightly.

Meanwhile, Jon Clinton had already removed his blood-stained armor and climbed onto the city wall.

He was leaning on the battlements, gazing at the Dothraki in the distance, when he heard a noise behind him and turned around to see Viserys approaching.

"His Majesty."

The man with long, greyish-red hair nodded in greeting, and Viserys came to his side, gazing into the distance.

Having just been baptized by the dragonfire, the Dothraki's arrogance has been largely extinguished, and their morale is now much lower. It seems they are no longer planning to attack Pentos today.

Instead, they retreated slowly like the receding tide, preparing to set up camp, pitch tents, dig pits, and cook meals.

"Jon."

"What do you think are the chances of us defeating the Dothraki if we leave the city now to pursue them?"

Viserys watched the Dothraki retreat in the distance, remained silent for a moment, then turned around and suddenly asked a question.

"No!"

"His Majesty!"

Jon was thinking about something else when he suddenly heard Viserys's words and was startled. He quickly tried to stop him.

He knew that Viserys had defeated the Dothraki in open battle and was therefore quite confident.

However, the situation in Pentos today is different from that of years ago.

There are still many major problems.

Chapter 262 Siege

The garrison at Pentos is now largely composed of several groups.

Some of them were former Pentos garrison soldiers who had heard that all the governors had been burned to death and had surrendered.

The other group consisted of former mercenaries from the Wind Blowing Gang.

The individual combat skills of the Wind Blowing Group mercenaries are not bad, but their discipline is still very poor.

Even after Jon's training, there wasn't enough time to change his old bad habits.

The soldiers in the former garrison were mostly in the same situation; they were all cunning and corrupt, good at taking bribes and demanding favors, and unable to demonstrate strong combat effectiveness in actual battles.

In addition, due to the impending war, Pentos temporarily hired many mercenaries and wandering knights.

The combined fighting strength of these people is truly 'elite', a gathering of the best talents from all sides.

If they were to actually lead these people away from the city walls to chase and kill the Dothraki... it would truly be like throwing meat buns to a dog—a one-way trip with no return.

"Your Majesty, we only need to hold the city walls to stop the Dothraki."

"There is no need to go out and take that risk."

Jon Clinton quickly dissuaded Viserys from this audacious idea.

Although dragons are very intimidating, the main players in war are still armies and soldiers; dragons are merely a significant factor influencing the outcome of a war.

Jon had advised Viserys on this point since their first meeting, emphasizing that as king, he should prioritize his people and his soldiers.

Aegon's conquest of Westeros wasn't solely due to the dragons; he feared that Viserys, having achieved fame at a young age, would become too arrogant and rely too much on the dragons to solve problems.

He eventually became like his father, the Mad King, excessively obsessed with power and attempting to maintain his rule by creating fear.

However, Jon is fortunate that Viserys doesn't seem to be such a tyrant at the moment.

If all of Pentos's soldiers were to die, Viserys and a dragon alone would not be able to defend such a vast city-state. In the end, they would simply have to ride the dragon and flee the city.

Viserys smiled and shook his head slightly when Jon stopped him.

He also knew in his heart that the soldiers of Pentos today were neither the Unsullied nor the elite Andal warriors he had once led.

Soldiers so easily routed could not possibly fight the Dothraki in open battle; losing the protection of the city walls would be annihilation for them.

"Well, I see."

Viserys nodded slightly.