Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The sound of bugles was melodious.

A large army was at the city gates.

A Targaryen general, the leader, sat astride his horse, one hand gripping the reins, his dark hair fluttering in the wind.

Mir watched as the gates of Pentos, which had been closed for a month and a half, finally burst open with a loud bang.

"Let's go into town!"

Then, at his command, he spurred his horse and led the way into the city.

Swish swish swish—

The sound of armor rubbing together rang out, followed by the sound of orderly footsteps.

The Targaryen army officially entered the city of Pentos, where Jon Clinton and the Prince of Raggedy personally greeted them at the city gates.

The first to enter the city were a group of knights clad in plate armor, their warhorses also covered in full chainmail.

The heavy hooves of horses pounded on the cobblestone streets of the city. The temperature in Pentos was low in winter, and white mist billowed from the powerful nostrils of the warhorses.

The knights on horseback were clad in gleaming armor, wielding spears and shields, with longswords at their waists, fully armed from head to toe, and their armor featured a prominent three-headed fire dragon emblem on the chest.

"They are truly elite troops and capable generals."

Jon Clinton looked at the Targaryen army entering the city with an envious expression in his eyes.

This army is even more elite than the royal army he led to resist usurpers when he was prime minister of the seven kingdoms.

At that time, the Targaryen dynasty was already on the verge of collapse, the nobles were disloyal and unreliable, and the Reach army was weak and ineffective.

The ragged prince, who was standing beside Jon Snow, looked at the Targaryen army entering the city, and his expression became even more unpleasant.

He had made a pact with Viserys that if the plan succeeded, Pentos would belong to him, and Pentos would have to submit to the Targaryens and become part of the kingdom.

However, only half a year has passed, and the city has gradually slipped out of his control.

No way.

Prince Ragnarok was not as shrewd as Viserys and was forced to swallow his anger.

After all, whoever has soldiers and generals has more say, and Viserys not only has all of these, but also dragons.

In fact, Prince Ragged's idea was unrealistic from the beginning, and even too idealistic.

How could he possibly compete with Viserys, who had over 30,000 troops at the time, with only a little over 2,000 Windbringers?

This has nothing to do with the skill level; it's simply a difference in strength.

The ragged prince was still thinking of challenging the other party, but the other party broke his wrist with a single move.

If the ragged prince were given some time to develop, things would be fine.

After all, the city of Pentos has a large population and great development potential, and the Prince in Rags has a lot of wealth, so he can easily expand his army.

Unfortunately, after capturing the city, Viserys never left Pentos.

As long as Viserys sat on Pentos, the ragged prince could only fawn over him and obey his every whim.

Thus, they missed the best and only opportunity for development, and have fallen to their current state.

There was resentment and anger in my heart.

However, when faced with these arrogant and fierce soldiers whose faces were filled with murderous intent, the ragged prince restrained all his temper.

Having led troops for half his life, he could naturally see that these soldiers were an invincible force.

It wasn't just their gleaming armor and superior weapons; these soldiers exuded an aura of victory, their faces radiating confidence. Such an aura is rare among those who are not consistently victorious.

With such an army, Viserys was indeed someone he could not contend with.

His Wind Chaser Corps would be utterly crushed by such an army.

Moreover, the Wind Blowing Gang has now slipped out of his control, and even his right-hand men, Danzo Dehan and Kago, are gradually becoming disobedient to him.

The ragged prince watched as squads of elite troops passed by him, then sighed dejectedly.

Not just Jon Snow and the Prince of Raggedy.

The Pentos garrison on the city walls and the civilians of Pentos were all watching the Targaryen army enter the city from both sides of the road; it was as if the streets were deserted.

These Targaryen troops, bearing the banner of a three-headed dragon and equipped with superior gear, made the defenders drool.

They thought their equipment was good enough, but they didn't expect His Majesty the King to spend even more money on his army.

The ordinary people of Pentos, as well as the refugees who had fled there, lined the streets to welcome them.

Although Pentos had changed hands six months prior, this was the first time the citizens of Pentos had witnessed the Targaryen army enter the city.

Apart from the two hundred or so guards that Viserys brought into the city, the rest of the army maintained the original system.

Viserys kept his promise to the Prince of Raggedy, and the Targaryen army did not march into Pentos.

However, Viserys now used the pretext of war to lift the siege of Pentos and enter the city.

This is one of the reasons why the ragged prince looked so grim just now.

"What a powerful army..."

"No wonder they were able to defeat those ferocious Dothraki."

The citizens of Pentos were abuzz with discussion, awestruck by the Targaryen army's imposing presence.

May the gods protect you.

"May His Majesty the King reclaim his rightful throne."

Others prayed to the gods out of gratitude.

"Huh? Cook? Didn't you say His Majesty was a murderer six months ago?"

One of the neighbors recognized the person who had spoken the prayer.

Six months ago, after the bloody night, he cursed the current king as a murderer who had murdered the governors of Pentos.

If it weren't for the governor's monopoly over all industries, where would he get his job?

This is his good fortune.

However, his 'father' was burned to death by the tyrant's dragon flame.

But to the neighbors' surprise, only six months later, Cook, who had once hated Viserys to the core, actually began to pray for the Targaryen army.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

However, Cook, dressed in a gray robe, was startled when he heard what his neighbor said.

He quickly looked around and, finding no one paying attention, felt slightly relieved, then let out a cold snort.

"Humph--"

"What do you know?"

"His Majesty killed those bloodsucking governors and lifted restrictions on all industries, which allowed us to earn more wealth."

The governors who monopolized all aspects of Pentos's industries, along with their families, were wiped out, leaving huge gaps in these previously monopolized sectors.

While Viserys confiscated the governors' assets, he did not continue to pursue monopolies.

Instead, they sold them off at discounted prices in an effort to stimulate economic recovery in the short term.

Cook learned the skills from working for a governor and successfully opened a small shop three months ago.

My current income is many times greater than when I worked for the governor.

It did make things a little more complicated, but Cook was still genuinely grateful to Viserys for creating all of this for them.

"His Majesty the King is the true wise ruler."

May he live a long life!

Chapter 279 The streets were deserted

No one paid any attention to the two ordinary citizens in the city praising His Majesty the King.

After the Targaryen army entered the city, Jon Clinton, who was being greeted at the gate, quickly noticed that Viserys did not appear to have entered the city with them.

His heart skipped a beat, but then he saw a green dragon, much smaller than Bellerion but still enormous compared to a human, fly back.

Rego's enormous shadow loomed over the ground, its scales an ancient bronze color, like moss in a deep forest at dusk, reflecting a jade-like luster.

Its horns, wing bones, and crest are golden, while its teeth and claws are black, and its bronze eyes are brighter than a polished shield, gleaming from their own heat.

"Ho-"

Rego let out a melodious roar that carried far and wide, flying directly towards the Nine Towers Palace by the sea in the distance.

"This is..."

The people of Pentos heard the dragon's roar and looked up at the sky. Only then did they realize that the dragon that had returned was not the huge black dragon.

"This... is not His Majesty's mount."

"Which princess is this?"

A man with long, greyish-red hair stood at the city gate, took a few steps forward, shielded his eyes from the glaring sunlight, and looked up at the dragon gradually disappearing into the distance.

I was slightly startled.

Jon Snow saw the silhouette of a giant dragon in the sky when he was far away on the city wall.

He thought it was Viserys returning victorious, but he never expected that the dragon was not Balerion.

He knew that of the three Targaryen dragons, besides the Balerion that Viserys rode, the other two dragons belonged to the two princesses.

One is Princess Daenerys Targaryen, the 'Mother of Dragons' who personally hatched the dragons, and His Majesty the King's younger sister.

Another is Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, the eldest daughter of Prince Rhaegar of the former dynasty.

Due to age and other complex considerations, Viserys even disregarded seniority and directly appointed Renis as the eldest princess of the new dynasty.

No one objected to Viserys' decision.

This also indirectly illustrates His Majesty the King's current powerful position within the new dynasty.

If Viserys were still sitting on the Iron Throne in Westeros today, and he dared to make such a decision, it would probably immediately provoke opposition from a large number of conservatives.