Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The sound of the bowstring seemed to have hit something.

The mercenaries gave chase, and fortunately, this large-scale operation also brought about a hundred warhorses.

The monster that attacked the mercenary was in some pain from the arrow wound, or perhaps it realized that it couldn't escape while dragging its prey, so it put him down.

It crawled on all fours at an extremely fast speed, and its figure quickly disappeared into the darkness without a trace.

"Don't run!"

Some of the bolder mercenaries rode after them on horseback, intending to kill them, but they caught nothing and returned dejectedly after a while.

Mia was a light sleeper, her head still resting on her dagger, and she naturally woke up during this brief interlude.

"what happened?"

However, when the red-haired girl opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was an empty sleeping bag.

Imon's figure had disappeared without a trace.

"Ok?"

Where did Aemon go?

Mia's gaze sharpened slightly in the darkness.

She was a light sleeper and remained alert, but when did Eamon leave in the dead of night?

She didn't feel anything at all.

It seems that Emon is more mysterious than she imagined.

Mia then reached out and touched Emon's sleeping bag, finding it already ice-cold inside.

It seems the other person didn't just leave, but has been gone for quite some time.

What did Aemon go about?

Mia had a slight doubt in her heart.

He had been gone for a long time, so it's definitely not because of what just happened that he went out first, but because he had left a long time ago.

Meanwhile, chaos reigned outside.

Everyone here is a mercenary, someone who dances on the edge of a knife every day, so everyone stays vigilant and wakes up at the slightest disturbance.

The expedition's commander, Wilde Megaer, also woke up and sat by the bedside.

There was still some anger on his face; no one would be happy to be woken up from a good night's sleep.

"What on earth happened?!"

However, Wilder didn't need to check it himself; intelligence was quickly sent over soon afterward.

It turned out that a mercenary on night duty had been attacked by an unknown creature.

Some witnesses claimed it was a wolf, while others said it was much larger than a wolf, with black and white fur, sharp teeth, and the ability to walk upright.

However, the people who went to chase it returned and reported that the creature ran on four legs, and its figure was indeed a bit larger than a wolf, somewhat like a ferocious beast such as a shadow lynx.

"It turns out someone was attacked by a monster."

Inside Wilder's tent.

Viserys was dressed in all black, his eyes flickering slightly.

He hid in the shadows, listening silently to the guards report to their commander right under everyone's noses.

“I remember Gillian’s diary also described a kind of monster that lived in the Valyrian ruins.”

"However, the monster Gillian encountered seemed to be a creature with fish fins, rather than a werewolf-like monster."

Viserys, hiding in the shadows, couldn't help but feel a slight stirring in his heart as he pondered this matter.

"Could these things be the result of mutations in the survivors left behind on the continent of Valyria after the wrath of the gods?"

Given that sea monsters exist in the Sea of ​​Smoke, it's not surprising that Viserys might also inhabit this land.

Even deep within the Valyrian ruins lurk monsters capable of wounding the Black Death.

These are very likely descendants of the survivors from that time, who may have mutated from humans or animals.

Just like the stone people in the Heartbreak Territory, no one knows what kind of monstrosity it has become.

Viserys's guess was bold.

The reason he wasn't sleeping in his tent in the dead of night, but instead appeared here, was to secretly review some information about this operation.

Viserys's identity is special; he is not a true adventurer.

Although he infiltrated the group by following these people, it doesn't mean he'll continue to follow them indefinitely.

There is a mysterious connection between Viserys and Bellerion.

The silver-haired youth's successful landing on the Valyrian continent provided Bellerion with coordinates, and all that was left was to wait for Bellerion to fly over.

Strictly speaking, this road should be considered a 'safe passage,' at least they made it in alive.

It was even less costly than Gillian's expedition; only two of the twenty ships were lost at sea and their whereabouts remain unknown.

Valantis is so close to the Sea of ​​Smoke and is so powerful that it has naturally explored a relatively safer route over the years.

That's why Viserys used Volantis's power to sneak in.

With the outside world in chaos, delaying any longer could lead to discovery, so it's time for Viserys to leave.

Call ~

Then, the silver-haired young man who had been hiding in the shadows of the tent turned into a cloud of black mist and disappeared without a trace.

Chapter 325 Exploration

Viserys disappeared silently from the tent.

The people inside the tent were completely unaware that someone had been hiding in the shadows, observing them for a long time, searching through everything in the tent, and then quietly leaving.

The night is now deep, and perhaps the time for bats has passed.

But it was still a long time before dawn, and the sky had not yet turned a pale white.

Many people in the camp were awakened by what had just happened and began asking each other about it. Since Viserys had come out, he also went to take a look at the scene.

Call ~

The place was brightly lit, with several torches burning, and many people gathered in layers.

Viserys appeared unnoticed, then pushed his way through the crowd to the front.

"what happened?"

He even pretended to be completely unaware.

"The person was already dead, bitten to death alive, and then dragged a long distance."

Beside Viserys, a middle-aged mercenary who looked to be in his thirties or forties spoke up while chewing on a straw.

"The wound looks a bit like a wolf's fang, but..."

The middle-aged mercenary's face was somewhat gloomy, and in the bright firelight he even looked a little fearful. He hesitated for a moment, then sighed and turned to leave.

Viserys was waiting for the other to continue, but to his surprise, the other suddenly fell silent, his expression turned very ugly, and he turned and left.

The silver-haired young man frowned slightly, then looked away and gazed at the corpse that had been bitten to death.

The corpse did look rather gruesome, with its upper body a bloody mess and its lower body covered in mud.

It seemed that the monster was biting his neck and dragging his body as it ran, but it didn't get very far before the mercenaries caught up with it.

The monster then decisively abandoned its prey, turned and fled into the forest, disappearing without a trace.

"What kind of monster is this?"

While Viserys was carefully examining the corpse, the mercenaries around him were making a lot of noise, but it was clear that they were using their voices to mask their fear.

After all, everyone knows how dangerous the continent of Valyria is.

The sudden attack on the camp by such an elusive monster, which killed a skilled fighter without any means of resistance, ignited fear in everyone's hearts.

If this monster can kill this person so easily, then... could it kill itself so easily?

There were no torches in the camp; it was completely dark. The few torches that were lit were all in the hands of the mercenaries on night watch.

Could a monster sneak into the camp and, while I'm asleep, have its head bitten off like this poor wretch?

Although the human neck is a relatively vulnerable part of the body, the monster's bite force was still astonishing, and it directly bit off his head.

It is even stronger than some ferocious beasts such as tigers, lions, and black bears, and the monster's speed is also astonishing, dropping its prey and running away very fast.

The people around him were making a ruckus, but Viserys stood up and stopped watching.

He wasn't worried about being in danger if he encountered such a monster attack, since such a monster couldn't kill him, so Viserys wasn't particularly afraid.

The silver-haired young man then squeezed out of the crowd and returned to his tent.

wow-

Viserys lifted the curtain, and sure enough, Mia was waiting for him inside.

"came back?"

The red-haired girl asked the question.

She didn't ask where Viserys had gone; everyone has their own secrets, a fact she had known since the day she became a mercenary.

"Ah."

Viserys nodded slightly.

One of the reasons he was willing to stay with Mia was that Mia didn't have the delicate nature of other girls; instead, she seemed very capable and decisive. She didn't need anyone's protection because she could protect herself.

To put it bluntly...

Viserys felt that Mia didn't really act like a girl, because no girl was like her, not seeing herself as a 'girl'.

"How's the situation outside?"

Mia paused for a moment, and seeing that Viserys didn't tell her where he had just gone, she knew that he didn't want to tell her.