Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"Hey, little guy, I know you're hiding here."

"You can hear me, and you're secretly watching me, aren't you?"

The man, holding a crossbow, waved his hand to disperse the dust, then straightened up slightly and scanned the entire room, including the areas in front where the light couldn't reach.

He has quite a bit of experience dealing with children of this age.

Don't be fooled by how well a child can hide because of his physical advantage; he only needs to scare the other person a little and they will reveal their true colors.

The man forced a menacing smile onto his face and continued his intimidating speech.

"Stop hiding, I see you."

Is that hem of your dress yours?

However, despite the mercenary's verbal threats and intimidation, the storeroom remained completely silent, with only the mercenary's self-talk echoing repeatedly, making him look like a self-absorbed clown.

"damn it!"

The man holding the crossbow rubbed his teeth slightly; he realized that the little thing might not be hidden in this room.

However, still somewhat skeptical, he took a few more steps inside and continued searching. It was pitch black inside, and perhaps Viserys was hiding there.

The mercenary walked into the depths of the storeroom, his figure quickly swallowed up by the darkness, the light shining in from outside only reaching the area behind him.

bang——

He then kicked over an empty wooden barrel in a fit of rage; the lid fell to the ground, and there was no one hiding inside.

"It seems this little thing really wasn't hiding here."

"You're lucky."

The man holding the crossbow muttered to himself as he prepared to walk out the door to continue searching the next room.

However, at that moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of an inconspicuous wooden box in the corner.

"Ok?"

The wooden box doesn't look very big; it would be quite difficult for a seven-year-old child to hide inside.

He didn't even consider whether that Targaryen bastard was hiding here; he was thinking about something else entirely: whether the wooden box contained Targaryen's 'treasure'.

Although the Targaryen family lost the Iron Throne, they had been kings of Westeros for over two hundred years and had accumulated untold wealth.

Dragonstone is also the stronghold of House Targaryen, so they might store a large amount of their wealth in this castle.

The man holding the crossbow was slightly tempted.

Then, just with a try-it-out mentality, since all these Targaryens were going to die anyway, why not take them? Even if it's just a few gold dragons, that would be good too.

Having made up his mind, the man walked toward the wooden crate in the corner.

Caught completely off guard, he never imagined that such a small box could hide a little boy. The man bent down slightly, intending to lift the lid of the wooden box.

However, at this moment...

bang——

The lid of the wooden box was suddenly flung open.

The silver-haired boy was hiding among them, gripping his short sword tightly and using all his strength to stab it fiercely towards the throat of the person who was bending over.

Meanwhile, Viseris's words kept repeating in his mind.

'Use the pointed end to stab the enemy.'

In fact, after more than half a year of practice, Viserys's swordsmanship may not be that advanced, but at least he was no longer so unfamiliar with the use of weapons.

The instructors mainly taught the boys simple techniques, such as 'stabbing' and 'slashing', and then applied them flexibly.

The essence of swordsmanship is actually this: simple techniques, combined with proper application, can lead to victory in every situation.

Before the mercenary with the crossbow could react, the boy's sword flew just as fast.

puff--

The short sword pierced his neck, just as it had when he had shot the guard. The sharp tip of the sword went through the back of his neck, and blood splattered all over Viserys' face.

The man clutched his throat with both hands, but could not stop the blood from gushing out; his face was filled with disbelief.

He never imagined that there would be a person hidden in such a small box, and he never imagined that he would be ambushed and killed by a child.

A scream erupted in the silent corridor.

...

The tall, mountain-like mercenary, carrying a battle axe, was searching another room.

He also rummaged through drawers and cabinets in a carefree manner, showing no concern whatsoever for a seven-year-old child who was not even as tall as him.

"Poor little guy..."

Langdon's facial muscles twitched a couple of times, looking somewhat ferocious, before he roughly ripped off a wooden door.

And at this time.

A clear scream echoed down the corridor.

"Ok?"

He recognized the voice as his companion's and frowned slightly.

"He actually got hurt by a little kid?"

"Hmph, what a piece of trash."

Langdon then flung the wooden door aside, took the battle axe from his back, and strode out, intending to finish off Viserys.

Meanwhile, the mercenary who had previously looked lewd walked out the door earlier than the big man. He had also heard his companion's screams and then hurriedly ran out with his sword in hand.

He saw Viserys escape from the storeroom. The two were very close, and the room where Viserys was hiding was right next to his.

The silver-haired boy who escaped was covered in blood and dust, looking rather disheveled.

He held a short sword in one hand and a crossbow that he had just taken from his enemy in the other.

At this moment, the bowstring was taut, and an arrow was already nocked.

A mercenary was seen chasing after them; the two were extremely close, less than two meters apart.

Without hesitation, Viserys raised his hand and fired the crossbow bolt.

bang——

The bowstring emitted a dull sound.

The crossbow bolt stuck on it shot out instantly, tearing through the air with a shrill sound.

puff--

The sharp crossbow bolt shattered the mercenary's hard skull without any resistance, smashing it in, and his brains and blood splattered out.

At such close range, the other party didn't even have time to react.

This time, he died even more quickly. Without uttering a sound, his body was struck by the crossbow bolt and fell backward onto the ground.

Chapter 30 Failure

The mercenary's body lay face up on the ground.

Viserys had just killed two enemies who had raided the castle, and his blood seemed to be boiling, but his mind was unusually clear at that moment.

Then he met the eyes of the enemy who finally ran out from another room.

"There's one more."

The boy blinked slightly in his pale purple, jewel-like eyes.

The tall enemy in front of him stared at Viserys with a shocked and bewildered expression, and for a moment the atmosphere froze slightly.

He thought it was just a minor accident and never imagined that his companion would be in any danger.

He thought his companion might have just been bitten by a child, but he never expected to see such a scene when he stepped out of the house.

His companion's body lay supine on the ground, a crossbow bolt with its tail fin still lodged in his forehead, his mouth slightly open, as if he hadn't yet reacted, while blood gushed out.

And now that this crossbow has fallen into the hands of this little guy, one can imagine what happened to his other companion.

No one could explain what emotions were expressed by the complex expression on his face at that moment.

He never imagined that such a seemingly harmless boy, like a frightened little rabbit, would kill two of the best members of their Courage Group.

"Damn you, I'm going to kill you!"

After a slight moment of surprise, the next second...

The tall man flew into a rage.

He charged toward Viserys wielding a battle axe, while the boy, who had no crossbow bolts, didn't hesitate, throwing away his crossbow and turning to flee once more.

This crossbow was still a bit difficult for him; it took a lot of strength to wind it up.

He couldn't muster all his strength to wind the gun while escaping; he could only do so by standing still and stepping on it with one foot.

But it was clear that this seemingly ferocious enemy wouldn't give him that opportunity.

"Run!"

Viserys didn't hesitate at all, and even less willing to fight to the death, so he chose to turn around and run away.

This time, however, Langdon showed no sympathy or carelessness towards the boy and strode after him.

"stop!"

This boy was a little devil in his eyes. You should know that he was known for his cruelty in the group and he didn't kill his first person until he was a few years old.

He remembered being about twelve years old, but by then he was already the size of an adult.

An old man tried to climb into his mother's bed in the middle of the night, but was discovered. He then used a stone to smash him to death, piece by piece, until he was unrecognizable.

From then on, no one in the entire village dared to bully the widow and her orphanage.

After his mother passed away when he came of age, he buried her and then joined a mercenary group. Because of his ruthless methods, he was able to intimidate others and was later known as 'Bloody Hand from Rhys'.

However, the boy in front of him was much smaller and thinner than he had been back then.