Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The dark, heavy clouds overhead had quietly dissipated at some point, and the red glow of the setting sun broke through the gloom in the sky, spreading across the entire silent sea.

The shimmering sea reflected the red glow of the sunset, and seagulls flew by, emitting clear cries.

"Whoo~"

"It's finally over."

The red-haired girl lay exhausted on the deck, her chest rising and falling slightly.

Ignoring the fact that the water stains on the deck hadn't been wiped dry yet, and that he was already soaked to the bone.

Viserys sat down beside her somewhat awkwardly, though he behaved a little better than the girl.

The silver-haired young man gazed at the beautiful scenery in the distance, then fell silent, picked up the wine jug once more, and took a sip.

Viserys didn't have many friends on the ship, after all, he was a first-timer to Volantis and tried to keep a low profile.

Mia has been in Valantis for a long time and is a well-known figure in the mercenary circle, but she doesn't have many friends either.

"Are you alright, Mia?"

A tall, bald man covered in tattoos walked over, followed by several of his brothers, and greeted Mia.

"fine."

The red-haired girl sat up and shook her head.

Snapped--

He then raised his hand and gave the other person a high five.

The big man nodded, glancing warily at Viserys sitting beside her, but didn't say hello before turning and leaving.

Viserys didn't pay any attention, picked up the wine jug again, took a sip, and glanced at the other person's back.

His name is "Iron Fist" Guss.

"A mercenary of some renown in Valantis, the leader of the Iron Legion."

Mia, who had just sat up on the deck, smoothed her long, fiery red hair and began to introduce herself.

“You don’t have a title yet, Aemon. For a powerful mercenary, a title is more important than strength.”

"However, I think with your strength, if you follow me, you'll soon be able to make a name for yourself in Valantis."

The girl's face still had water droplets that hadn't been wiped off, but her chest was thumping loudly and even bobbing slightly, and her dark eyes were filled with sincerity.

Mia's purpose in befriending Viserys, who was using the alias 'Emon', was actually quite simple.

Her dream is to build her own mercenary group.

The remaining days of the flight proceeded without any further incidents.

On the morning of the last day, the sailors with their monoculars finally saw the thick, gray fog that blotted out the sky.

"We've arrived at the Sea of ​​Smoke!"

Chapter 313 Entering the Sea of ​​Smoke

The sailors' shouts were like a thunderclap from a clear sky, instantly turning the quiet cabins and decks of the ship into a lively scene.

Ta-da!

The adventurers who were resting in the cabin all rushed out, and the sailors who were dozing on the deck suddenly jolted awake.

"what?"

"Have we arrived at Yanhai?"

"Is this the 'Devil's Land'?"

Many people on the large ship rushed onto the deck and looked into the distance.

Although Valantis is very close to this ancient and mysterious lost civilization, and they have all heard of its name, almost everyone present is visiting this vast sea of ​​smoke for the first time. Normally, fleets would avoid this place if they were far away.

This is a sea filled with the smoke of gunpowder and lava.

Legend has it that before the apocalyptic catastrophe, the Sea of ​​Smoke was once a landmass connecting to the continent of Essos.

However, the cataclysmic 'Wrath of the Gods' shattered the Valyrian Peninsula, tearing the continent to pieces, and seawater poured into the submerged land, forming the present-day Sea of ​​Smoke.

The seawater here is constantly boiling, and beneath it are erupting volcanoes and smoking reefs. Legend has it that there may even be demons and sea monsters.

Viserys and Mia also came out, but since they were of different genders, they did not stay in the same cabin. Viserys stayed in a cabin with three other male adventurers to rest, while Mia stayed with a small number of female adventurers.

Such a division can reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble for the monotonous and tedious life at sea.

Yesterday, a mercenary who couldn't control his lust secretly went to the woman's side. However, the female mercenaries were not to be trifled with, and he was caught and thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

"So this is what a sea of ​​smoke looks like."

The ships, now in formation, continued sailing forward. After a while, they were even closer, and could be seen clearly even without binoculars. Then, an adventurer exclaimed in amazement.

Viserys also leaned on the deck and looked into the distance.

It was a place where the clear sky and the murky clouds were distinctly different. The gray fog rolled and churned, like the heavy breathing of a huge monster, which made people shudder.

Even faint shadows of lightning and thunder could be seen within the gray fog.

"The sea of ​​smoke is too big; it might swallow us whole in one bite."

The red-haired girl standing next to Viserys, holding onto the railing, couldn't help but sigh.

Her voice was low and suppressed, revealing the innermost thoughts of all the mercenaries around her.

The ever-churning gray fog resembled the gaping maw of a demon, making the expedition of a thousand men on twenty warships appear grand and imposing.

However, they were as insignificant as ants in the face of the ever-rolling, sky-obscuring gray fog, which could easily devour them all.

"May the gods protect me, and I hope I can come back alive this time!"

Then someone started praying, and then all sorts of voices rose up together.

"Great Lord of Light..."

"Lady who is crying, you..."

Some prayed to the King of Light, some to the Weeping Lady of Rhys, some to the Black Goat God, and some even to the Seven Gods.

However, the majority of these followers are followers of the King of Light.

Rahlo's faith is extremely popular in Valantis, and is prevalent among the lower and middle classes. Most of his followers are poor people or slaves, and even half of the Tiger Robe Army are followers of the Lord of Light.

However, the red-haired girl is an exception, as she is not religious.

Having experienced hardship since childhood, she prayed to the gods countless times, but never received a response.

From that moment on, she understood that she had to rely on herself in everything, and that praying to the gods would not get any response.

That's why she fought back at that moment, cutting off his thing and feeding it to the dogs.

The twenty warships continued to approach the abyss's gaping maw, shrouded in gray mist, while the sunlight overhead was slowly being blocked, and the light gradually dimmed.

"It's getting closer and closer."

The crowd's prayers grew more urgent.

On deck, there were many who regretted their decision at the last minute and didn't want to go to their deaths. They strongly demanded that the fleet turn back to Valantis.

However, the Tiger Party is very generous when it comes to spending money, and for this operation, they practically squandered it.

They spared no expense in organizing such a large expedition team. The money was spent effectively, and the mercenaries received their pay. Therefore, they naturally wouldn't hesitate to spend it all at this point.

The slave guards on the ship first warned the few adventurers who were causing trouble, and then grabbed those who ignored the warnings and threw them overboard.

Below the ship was the gradually boiling, dark seawater. The mercenary, about to be thrown overboard, kept begging for mercy, but to no avail. In the end, he was grabbed by several guards and thrown overboard, letting out a shrill scream.

It was then quickly submerged by the seawater, disappearing without even a few struggles.

Everyone on the ship who witnessed this scene had a slight change in expression.

It was only then that some people finally realized that the generous rewards offered by this expedition were not so easy to obtain.

That meant their lives were bought off in advance.

Viserys frowned as he looked at the spot where the person thrown into the sea had disappeared. The ship was still moving forward, and the surroundings had become a gray haze.

Viserys looked back, a pale purple light swirling in his eyes. His eyesight was excellent, for he saw what appeared to be a head peeking out, staring blankly in the direction the ship had departed.

"Was it that person from just now?"

Viserys clenched his fist, but his mind suddenly became more alert.

No one noticed this small detail except himself.

He had already sensed the danger lurking in the sea of ​​smoke.

Just now, that person was like a ghost, with only one head emerging from the sea.

Did a ghost infiltrate the expedition ship?

Or did he die when he fell, and then transform into a non-human creature in a short period of time?

Viserys' mind raced as he imagined the man being thrown overboard, but he couldn't find any clues.

"The vengeful spirits of Valyria?"

Viserys suddenly remembered the legend he had heard before.

The people of Elia and Toros claimed that the vengeful spirits of Valyria were bound to this land, and they were seeking revenge against those who dared to trespass.

"Belle Rien".

A sudden feeling of unease rose in the silver-haired young man's heart, and then he silently called upon his black dragon.

"Ho-"

Within his consciousness, the black dragon quickly responded to Viserys's summons.

It is now resting on an island not far from the Sea of ​​Smoke, waiting to fly in and rescue Viserys whenever he summons it.

Viserys breathed a slight sigh of relief upon receiving a response from Bellerion; it seemed the gray fog hadn't blocked their special sensory abilities.

"Don't you need to pray, Aemon?"

At that moment, Viserys heard Mia's voice.