Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"This is..."

Despite undergoing rigorous training, the Unsullied can remain calm and composed in the face of any dangerous situation.

However, this was the first time they had ever seen a dragon, and the dragon was enormous.

The enormous shadow of the black dragon loomed over the ground, its wings spread wide, stirring up a fierce wind. Its ferocious, massive head slightly raised, emitting a deep roar, and its pair of scarlet eyes locked onto the densely packed little figures below.

A small commotion broke out among the Unsullied Legion below, but no one fled in the face of the enemy, and the commotion lasted only a few seconds.

next moment.

The officers of the Unsullied Legion, some with two spikes on their heads and others with three, began to shout loudly at the same time.

The most prominent figure, a high-ranking Unsullied officer with three long, sharp spikes on his head, a stern expression, and a resolute demeanor, stood motionless in place.

His brows furrowed into a knot, but he looked up at the giant dragon above without fear.

Unlike the other Unsullied high-ranking officers who had three spikes on their heads, his central spike resembled a long, upward-pointing feather, soaring straight into the sky.

Then the Unsullied officer standing in the very center with long spikes on his head suddenly spoke loudly.

"Everyone!"

"Form ranks!"

"Protect Master!"

His command was like a ray of light in the darkness.

At least let the remaining Unsullied soldiers and officers know what to do now in the face of this monster they have never seen before.

"Form ranks!"

"Form ranks!"

"Hurry up!"

All the Unsullied officers, wearing helmets with two or three spikes, began to shout loudly in accordance with his command.

He commanded his soldiers to form a battle formation to prepare to meet the enemy who had fallen from the sky.

wow-

The Unsullied, who had been motionless just moments before like a heavy, unyielding boulder, had instantly transformed into a surging, flowing tide, completely surrounding Viserys, who was riding his warhorse.

"Quick!"

All the Unsullied soldiers were running, quickly finding their positions within the formation.

They were well-trained and showed no signs of confusion or fear in such a situation.

But outside the formation.

Prince Ragnarok, Chancellor of the Exchequer Illyrio, Attorney General Jon Clinton, Commander of the First Army Bessie Joyce, Commander of the Fourth Army Mis Thoin, and many other citizens of Pentos were all watching the ceremony from the outside.

"His Majesty!"

Viserys' guards became somewhat anxious when they saw His Majesty the King surrounded by the Unsullied.

They gripped their sword hilts with one hand, stood up, and prepared to rush over to rescue Viserys.

Wearing an iron mask, Bessie, sitting on horseback, slightly raised her hand to stop the other party.

"His Majesty is alright."

He knew that Viserys was deliberately testing the Unsullied's strength.

It was also a show of force to these Unsullied soldiers who had just arrived in Pentos from afar.

Tell them what kind of person their future 'master' is and what kind of power he possesses.

Now, behind the mask of the white-cloaked Bessie, his eyes shone brightly. He was amazed by the strength of the Unsullied, having seen their guards in Pentos.

Because of their high price, the Unsullied mostly became the guards of certain kings, benevolent rulers, or governors, and rarely formed such a large army.

In fact, the Unsullied's greatest strength lies on the battlefield. One-on-one combat is not their forte. The more Unsullied warriors there are, the stronger their formation becomes, and the more fully the Unsullied can unleash their power.

And at the center of the formation.

Viserys felt it even more strongly than the onlookers outside; the phrase "strict discipline" perfectly encapsulated his impression of the Unsullied Legion.

He was now completely surrounded by the legion's soldiers.

"Raise your shield—"

Then, it was the Unsullied officer wearing a helmet with three spikes who spoke loudly again.

"Raise your shields!"

"Raise your shields!"

The next second, commands were quickly relayed, and all the Unsullied raised their shields like waves.

At the same time, they all uttered deep, powerful commands in unison.

"drink!"

boom--

In an instant, countless shields formed an indestructible shield array.

"Prepare your spears—"

"drink!"

wow-

The spears were all placed in the gaps of the shield formation, and the once impregnable shield formation instantly turned into a hedgehog covered in thorns.

"This person..."

Viserys also looked at the seemingly inconspicuous person hidden among the Unsullied, whose voice was the source of the Unsullied's orders.

However, he wore no ornaments like the other Unsullied, so he didn't look much different from them.

All he had was a sewn-on tunic, a short sword, three spears, a shield, and a spiked helmet.

However, he had the most spikes on his head, and the spikes were the longest, which distinguished him from the other Unsullied. It seemed that he was the leader of this group of Unsullied.

Viserys noticed him the moment he opened his mouth.

"Could he be Grey Worm?"

Viserys stared intently at the other person, and couldn't help but think that while it was possible, it might not be him.

The other person only showed him their profile.

boom--

Then Bellerion fell heavily from the sky, stirring up dust.

It landed right in front of the Unsullied Legion, raised its neck, and let out a deafening roar.

"Roar--"

A strong, foul-smelling wind swept over us.

But none of the Unsullied soldiers retreated an inch when facing the dragon at close range, only their hands gripping their spears slightly tighter.

"All right."

At this moment, Viserys finally spoke, waving his hand to interrupt Bellerion's continued shouting.

The black dragon was roaring majestically when Viserys interrupted him halfway through, causing him to choke for a moment. Then, white mist spewed from his large nostrils, indicating his displeasure.

Viserys's gaze fell on the Unsullied warrior who had been giving orders, and then he spoke.

"come over."

"What's your name?"

Chapter 305 Black Bug

To Viserys' disappointment, however, the Unsullied officer was not called Grey Worm.

"Your Majesty, my name is Black Worm."

The Unsullied officer, whose helmet was adorned with three long spikes and who had been singled out by Viserys, paused for a moment before kneeling down without hesitation and speaking.

"Black bugs?"

Viserys was slightly disappointed. Then he raised his head and asked the Unsullied Legion before him.

"Who's called Grey Worm?"

wow——

As Viserys finished speaking, dozens of men stepped forward without hesitation from the neatly arranged Unsullied Legion.

"Your Majesty, we are called Grey Worms."

The dozens of Unsullied soldiers who emerged from the ranks spoke in unison.

The soldiers of the Unsullied do not have their own names; they decide their names each day by randomly drawing name tags from a bucket.

Each nameplate has two words written on it, one representing a color and the other representing an insect, resulting in a serious problem of duplicate names within the company.

Viserys sat on his horse watching the 'grey worms' emerge from the ranks.

Most of them had a spike on their heads, and only one had two spikes. It was clear that this one was not the 'Grey Worm' who was later unanimously chosen by all the Unsullied as their leader.

"never mind."

Then the silver-haired young man sighed.

Then he waved his hand and ordered the abolition of the rule that the Unsullied should change their names every day, allowing them to revert to their original names before they were castrated.

The 'Black Bug' who could command all the Unsullied became the leader of the Unsullied army without a doubt. He was proficient in the Unsullied's tactics and knew how to unleash their full power.

However, after a moment's thought, Black Bug did not revert to his original name before he was castrated.

Perhaps too much time has passed and he has forgotten, so he decided to name himself after today's name.

He was called Black Bug.

"His Majesty."