Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Although Arianne was often wary of this woman, Melisandre was not a woman who relied on selling her body.

When her expression turns serious, it can be quite intimidating.

"The Children of the Forest were already active on the land of Westeros before the dawn of the Age of Dawn."

Magic existed long before that, and the First Men began a great war against the Children of the Forest.

The tide of magic reached its climax during the Age of Heroes, an era when a long night shrouded the world, and numerous heroes awakened among humanity everywhere.

Legend has it that some of them killed evil gods, some defeated terrible enemies and saved the world, and some used magic to build a magnificent Great Wall.

Melisandre believes this could very well be another era where the magical tide reaches its zenith.

Because the White Walkers first appeared in the last such era, and the same is true this time.

The power of magic is emerging more and more: dragons, White Walkers, the horn of the crumbling Wall, the Heart of the Star falling from the sky, and the thick fog that shrouds the Valyrian ruins is said to be getting thicker, even rolling and expanding outwards, actively swallowing some passing ships.

All the legends have been proven true, and it is likely that even more mysterious forces will emerge in the future.

Before leaving, Melisandre warned Viserys to be wary of witches like herself.

As his magical power grows stronger, some may resort to witchcraft against him, given that Viserys has already offended too many people.

Viserys nodded slightly, heeding Melisandre's warning.

And at this time.

woo-

A melodious horn sounded from the direction of the port of Pentos.

Chapter 303 The Arrival of the Unsullied

A mournful horn sounded from the port of Pentos.

thump—

At the same time, the melodious sound of a giant bell rang out.

Splash...

Giant warships, flying three-headed dragon flags, cleaved through the surging waves crashing against the pier and docked in order at the port of Pentos, rumbling with a deep, resounding roar.

On the deck of the warship, warriors in gleaming armor stood holding spears and round shields, their expressions serious and meticulous, like ruthless killing machines.

soon.

wow-

The iron chains rattled as the warship anchored itself. People in the harbor and those on board spoke loudly, and then the gangway was lowered.

A fat man, dressed in an earth-yellow robe and with his hands adorned with ornate jeweled rings, stepped off the warship.

He was the finance minister of the new dynasty.

Illyrio, who traveled a great distance to Astapor to purchase the Unsullied, has returned.

He led Viserys to Slaver's Bay, plundering the vast wealth of the Pentos governor's family, and brought back five thousand elite Unsullied warriors.

His journey took almost a year, during which he was completely out of contact with everyone. Viserys even thought that Illyrio had been lost.

But today he has finally returned.

Five thousand Unsullied are already a very large number for an elite force, and their combat power is even more astonishing.

Illyrio was quite eloquent, and with the wealth of Viserys, he negotiated extensively, ultimately buying up almost all of the Unsullied from Astapor.

It should be noted that Astapor only had eight thousand qualified Unsullied; the rest were still unfinished products that had not yet been trained.

Astapor places great emphasis on the quality of its products; they will never sell unsullied individuals as finished products without proper training.

That would only damage the reputation of the Unsullied and Astapor's business reputation.

The Unsullied Legion of five thousand warriors remained in the port, while Illyrio, who had just returned to Pentos after completing his mission, boarded a carriage and arrived at the palace atop the Nine Towers.

"Lord Mopatis."

The servants along the way bowed to him.

Illyrio ignored him and hurried to see Viserys to inquire about the arrangements for the remaining five thousand Unsullied.

"This is the Harpy?"

Viserys was toying with a baton that Illyrio had given him, which the Unsullied were said to carry out unconditionally the orders of whoever held it.

Even if it's an attack on their former master.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The obese Illyrio stood before Viserys's desk and spoke respectfully.

The long trip had no other effects except that his skin became a little darker from prolonged sun exposure.

He didn't even lose weight as a result; it seems that no matter where he goes, Illyrio never forgets to enjoy himself.

"Astapo was made of bricks and blood, and her people were made of bricks and blood."

"Astapo was once a colony of the Kingdom of Ghis, and the symbol of the Kingdom of Ghis was this monster with a woman's body and bat wings on its arms."

"The Kingdom of Gugis was destroyed by the Valyrian Freehold about five thousand years ago. Today, Astapor, Yunkai, and Meereen are cities built by the survivors of the Gugis Empire."

Illyrio explained that Slaver's Bay was built on the ruins of the Kingdom of Gith and has now become the central hub of the global slave trade.

"What are your plans for these Unsullied warriors?"

Then Illyrio asked.

Using the Unsullied to maintain the city's defenses is indeed a bit too extravagant; these elite warriors shouldn't be used for such simple tasks.

However, there is no war in the kingdom now, and the Unsullied have nowhere else to go but to stay in the city. Moreover, the Unsullied do not rob or rape, so they are the best choice to maintain the city's defenses.

"Let's leave them in Pentos for now."

Viserys hesitated for a moment before speaking.

If war breaks out, they can be redeployed to join the battle. For now, Pentos should focus on recuperation. The previous wars have been too frequent, and Viserys needs to let the warriors calm down and get enough rest.

Quietly await the battle between Robert's Seven Kingdoms alliance and the White Walkers.

It was afternoon.

Viserys, riding a white horse and fully armed, reviewed the Unsullied army in the most magnificent square of Pentos.

The Unsullied warriors stood tall, spears and shields in hand, motionless in the cold wind under the sun.

"This is His Majesty Viserys III, King of the Andals, Rhoynar, and First Men, rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the entire realm, Lord of Andalus, Protector of Pentos, Crowned 'True Dragon' by the Seven Gods."

The guard standing beside Viserys chanted loudly, and the surrounding silence was filled with the sound that carried far.

Call ~

A cold wind blew by.

The five thousand Unsullied warriors below remained silent, their faces beneath their spiked helmets resolute, their eyes lifeless. Neither Viserys's long title nor his glorious light could faze them in the slightest.

"From this day forward!"

"He is your king!"

Seeing this, the guard swallowed hard again, then continued to shout at the top of his lungs, trying his best to make sure all the Unsullied could hear him.

However, the eyes of these Unsullied were all fixed on the young man with long silver-gold hair and the harpy baton hanging from his waist.

They did not submit to Viserys because he was a king, a guardian, or the lord of dragons.

It was because of the harpy baton hanging from his waist, which was equivalent to the tiger tally for commanding the Unsullied.

The most important aspect of the 'training' received by the Unsullied, even more important than their combat skills, is...

obey.

Viserys rode a snow-white warhorse, with the harpy's baton hanging at his waist.

As he silently examined the Unsullied army arrayed before him, a powerful pressure washed over him.

This is the visual and psychological pressure caused by the uniformity of five thousand people.

"That's terrifying."

"Everything the Immaculate One does is for the service of obedience."

Viserys thought to himself.

This includes removing their male characteristics, forcing them to focus solely on fighting, devoid of any other desires. It involves erasing their personality, emotions, self, and even their humanity.

After obtaining the spiked helmet of the Unsullied, they must wear the mask and go to the slave market, buy a newborn, kill the baby in front of its mother, and then compensate the newborn's slave owner for his loss.

The guards around Viserys finished speaking, but the Unsullied below remained motionless, offering no response.

Viserys's guard looked slightly embarrassed and turned to look at his king.

"His Majesty."

"this..."

Chapter 304 Gray Worm

"It's alright."

However, Viserys shook his head.

He then pulled on the reins with one hand, squeezed the horse's belly with both legs, and spurred the warhorse forward.

Tap tap...

The sound of hooves and the gleaming silver armor on his body echoed as Viserys rode alone to the front of the Unsullied's ranks, the biting wind whipping his long, silver-gold hair and cloak.

The young man narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the neatly arranged Unsullied soldiers before him, while inwardly calling upon the black dragon Belerien.

"Ho-"

In an instant, a tremendous roar of a dragon came from behind the Unsullied Legion, echoing throughout the entire sky.

A colossal dragon, its massive form blotting out the sky, flew in from afar, and the expressions of the Unsullied warriors, who had just been resolute and meticulous, instantly changed.