Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

She was at a loss. Now that she was at sea, the people on the ship had gone mad and were killing each other. If she continued to wait here, she would eventually be found and killed by these people.

Jumping ship to survive now would be suicidal, not only in the perilous seas we are in now, but even on the open ocean.

Mia turned to Viserys for help, while Viserys was hesitating whether to summon Balerion now.

Or... he might kill everyone here himself.

And at this time.

Footsteps suddenly came from outside the room where the two were.

It turned out that the sounds of fighting overhead had completely stopped at some point, and even the sound of talking could be heard.

The captain seemed to be directing the sailors in disaster relief efforts, as if nothing had happened.

"Ok?"

Who's in the house?

A mercenary who had walked to the door of Viserys and Mia seemed to hear some noise inside and suddenly asked in a tense voice.

The two people inside the house were even more nervous, including Viserys. They exchanged glances, neither of them able to figure out who the person outside the door was.

Living? Or dead? Or something in a state between madness and still having logic?

However, it was obvious that staying inside and pretending to be dead wouldn't work; the knocking on the door was getting more and more intense, and it seemed like the person outside was calling for their companions.

Even if it means killing him and fleeing, now is the best opportunity.

Otherwise, it would be even more troublesome if the other party called their companions.

Viserys and Mia exchanged a knowing glance.

Then the silver-haired young man stood up first, holding the hilt of his sword in one hand, and came to the door.

Mia, on the other hand, hid to the side, ready to stab the other person's throat with a dagger at any moment.

Click.

Then Viserys abruptly opened the door.

Clang——

Upon seeing the door suddenly opened, the person outside seemed even more nervous than Viserys.

He drew his longsword from his waist and took a few steps back, but when he saw the young man in front of him clearly, he breathed a slight sigh of relief and put the sword back into its sheath.

"Imon, it was you."

The visitor was none other than Dick, who shared a dorm room with Viserys.

He was also one of the first to start coughing, and now he is covered in blood, looking like he has just been through a fierce battle.

"Hey, Mia's here too. You guys hid here?"

Dick also noticed the girl hiding to the side and naturally greeted her.

Running away is a perfectly normal thing for mercenaries; he just didn't seize the opportunity to escape, otherwise he certainly wouldn't have been fighting the sea monster to this day.

However, if everyone on this ship only wants to escape, then it's only a matter of time before they are all wiped out.

Dick shrugged slightly.

"We have repelled the sea monster, but many of our brothers have been killed or wounded."

"You can come out now."

"The sea monster has been repelled?"

Viserys and Mia exchanged another glance, both seeing the deep confusion in each other's eyes.

"what's the situation?"

Mia whispered in Viserys' ear.

"what is going on…"

Viserys frowned slightly, looking Dick up and down, feeling as if he were trapped in a fog, unable to find any logic.

Dick now looks perfectly normal; his speech and behavior are logical, he has no aggression, and his eyes are not bloodshot.

But what if what we're seeing is real...?

Then... what happened just now?

Chapter 317 Pentos' Current Situation

Viserys and Mia followed the mercenary Dick back onto the deck.

The battle on the deck had ended, and the deck was littered with signs of destruction. Many people who had just taken refuge, like Viserys, were now emerging from the deck.

The bodies left behind from the fierce battle on the deck were all thrown into the sea. Viserys and his companions came out relatively late and happened to see the last body being thrown into the sea.

"Hey, wait a minute..."

The red-haired girl standing next to Viserys was about to speak up to stop him, but it was too late. The body had already been carried away by two mercenaries and thrown into the sea.

thump--

The body fell into the sea, splashing up waves, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

The two slaves who were working didn't know why Mia had called them over, and they scratched their heads in confusion.

"Oh, it's alright now."

"You guys are really fast."

The girl with the red ponytail sighed softly and complained.

She was just about to examine the wounds on the corpses to see if they had died from sword wounds or attacks by sea monsters.

She now even began to wonder if there was something wrong with her brain, or if she and Eamon had unknowingly fallen into the trap.

However, the last body had already been thrown into the sea, and they had nowhere to look for new evidence.

"A corpse?"

What do you need the corpse for?

"It's nothing, we just wanted to take a look..."

Mia was talking to several mercenaries, inquiring about what had just happened.

Viserys, on the other hand, stood calmly to the side, surveying his surroundings, his vigilance never wavering.

"The gray fog has dissipated considerably."

Viserys noticed this the moment he stepped out of the cabin, and a slight thought crossed his mind.

When the sudden change occurred, the gray fog was extremely thick.

Not to mention seeing the figures on the opposite ship, they couldn't even see their own ship at a slightly greater distance. The visibility was extremely low, and the surrounding area was shrouded in thick fog.

Now the fog seems to have dissipated considerably, and visibility has improved significantly, returning to the state it was when we first entered the sea of ​​smoke.

The gray fog dissipated in an instant, and Viserys could even see figures on another warship from the side of his ship.

However, the people on the other side seemed to have just gone through a major battle as well.

The damage to their ship was still clearly visible. Then, one by one, the crew and mercenaries threw the bodies overboard, and they fell into the sea and quickly disappeared.

And at this time.

Not far from the silver-haired young people.

There was a bald, burly man covered in tattoos. Tattooing is a unique cultural practice in Valanthi, where people like to tattoo their achievements on their bodies.

He and a few of his underlings were secretly watching Viserys.

"That guy known as 'Iron Fist'?"

Viserys also keenly noticed the other person's gaze, and then turned to look at him.

He also appeared to have just escaped from another hiding place.

Their eyes met, and they stared at each other for a moment.

Then 'Iron Fist' Guts led his team over in a long stride.

"Young man, your name is Aemon, isn't it?"

The bald, burly man extended his hand.

Viserys didn't seem to care about the other person's form of address. He did look a bit younger, but his demeanor was more mature and composed.

The two shook hands briefly, and then Gus took the initiative to speak.

"You all saw what just happened, right?"

Gus noticed Viserys and Mia coming out of the cabin and knew that they were also among those who had not been infected.

In the face of such uncertainty, it's important to unite as many people as possible, which is why he took the initiative to reach out and make contact.

Those who had been affected before, although they now appear perfectly lucid and show no signs of having just gone mad.

But no one can guarantee they won't go crazy again. They can still recognize their own people now, but who knows if they will be able to in a while?

Therefore, Gus doesn't trust these people and can only secretly connect with the survivors by contacting those who haven't been affected.

"I saw it."

Viserys remained silent, while Mia nodded and then asked a question.

"Have you made any special discoveries?"

"No."

Gus shook his head slightly; he hadn't deliberately concealed any important information.

But he was also a roughneck, and in the urgency of the situation, he was too busy running away to have the energy to observe these people.

How did they regain consciousness?

Viserys paused for a moment, then asked.