Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"A monster bit a person to death."

"fine."

Viserys shook his head slightly.

"Go back to sleep."

"That monster isn't very brave; it didn't dare to sneak into the camp."

"Oh."

Upon hearing Viserys's words, Mia blinked slightly and then nodded.

"it is good."

She trusted Viserys's judgment because he had saved her life in the gray fog.

Although she didn't know what the monster Viserys was talking about was, with him here, there shouldn't be too much of a problem.

The girl then crawled back into the sleeping bag, lay down on her side next to Viserys, and looked at him.

Then it closed very quickly.

...

The next morning.

Smoke rose in wisps, the sound of iron pots clattering and large spatulas stirring filled the air, and a delicious aroma wafted out.

Although Viserys would never normally eat such food, he still had to endure some hardship under the current circumstances.

After all, even with good ingredients, there's no good chef. Exploring such a dangerous forbidden area, being able to get a hot meal is already a blessing.

If it weren't for the large number of people involved in this operation and the fact that no one knew how long it would last, we might have been forced to eat dry rations.

Viserys didn't know how the tragedy that happened last night ended, but when he woke up in the morning, the body was gone, and even the bloodstains on the ground had disappeared.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

Viserys and Mia each carried a bowl of stew from a large pot and finished their simple breakfast.

Then the commander on the other side gave the order to assemble.

Wilder Megia, still in full military attire, sat upright on his warhorse and spoke a few words in a loud voice.

However, unlike his uncle, he didn't talk about honor or the city-state; instead, he bluntly told these mercenaries...

There's money to be made.

It seems Wilder understands these people's needs better; a few simple words boosted their morale.

What does Valantis want?

They wanted dragon eggs, methods for making Valyrian steel, blackstone cutting and construction techniques, books about magic, and so on...

They were even willing to give up precious Valyrian steel weapons, claiming that whoever found them could own them, and that Volantis would protect his legitimate wealth.

If anyone finds a dragon egg, they must hand it over.

However, Valantis will not treat its counterpart unfairly either, and the city-state will pay a large sum of money as a reward.

Chapter 326 The Path of the Dragon

The daytime expedition began.

Aside from a small group left to guard the camp, and those who had been on night duty the previous night could rest during the day, the rest formed a large group and left the camp at the edge of the beach, heading towards the interior of the Valyrian continent.

Wilde rode on a warhorse, surrounded by his confidants on horseback.

"set off!"

It was clear that he did not trust these mercenaries he had paid to hire.

Therefore, he and his confidants lagged behind at the very back of the group, leaving the mercenaries and slaves to scout ahead, so that they could turn around and run away at the slightest sign of trouble.

A gentle breeze stirs, and the shadows of the trees sway.

The air was filled with a strong, rotten smell that made one want to vomit.

"Be careful--"

"Watch out over there."

wow-

Meanwhile, an expedition composed of slaves and mercenaries was traversing through overgrown forests, parting the thorns on the ground, and cautiously exploring in one direction into the distance.

Valyria has been destroyed for hundreds of years, and few people have been able to set foot on this continent during those centuries.

As a result, many traces of once glorious civilizations have disappeared, regressing to primitive times, and people are struggling to find the traces left behind.

However, the expedition team was well-prepared.

The accompanying entourage even included several scholars who were well-versed in Valyrian history.

Three of the scholars came from Valantis, and another from the City of Learning in the Old Town.

This was a short, stout, and extremely robust old man, with a heavy academic chain around his neck.

The other scholars, who were in poor health, sat in sedan chairs carried by slaves, while only this old man from the Academy walked on foot with the soldiers, occasionally squatting down to study carefully.

He believed that since he had come to Valyria, he should put himself in Valyria's shoes and learn as much as possible.

Viserys didn't know the name of this fellow countryman from Westeros.

After all, he was afraid of being recognized, so he didn't take the initiative to contact this person.

However, Viserys was somewhat curious about this old man.

"This old man must be really good at fighting—"

Viserys didn't know why such a thought suddenly came to his mind.

He remembered hearing from someone that the old scholars in the academic city would sometimes get into fights over a question they couldn't explain.

So this short, stout old man with a neck as thick as a bull is definitely a god-level doctor.

Viserys blended into the crowd, appearing very low-key and inconspicuous.

He glanced again at the old man not far away, who was now squatting down, running his fingers along the soil on the ground, before finally looking away.

Last night, while looking through the documents that Wilder was carrying, he saw a complete map of Valyria, as well as a comparison image of the torn version.

Some scholars have deduced the exact location of this place and marked it.

The place where Viserys landed now appears to be a place called Crimson Plains, and nearby there is an abandoned city called Forge City.

Forge City was once ruled by a noble Valyrian dragon family, but that once illustrious family has now vanished without a trace in the annals of history.

The Crimson Plains was once part of the Valyrian Peninsula's interior and did not border the sea. However, during that apocalyptic crisis, the continent was shattered and the plates were broken into pieces, and this area became a coastal region.

After the Valyrian Peninsula was shattered, it was mainly divided into three major islands. The expedition landed on the largest and most central island.

Their target was Valyria, the former capital of the Valyrian Freehold Empire.

Legend has it that this was a city that amazed even the gods, and the dragon kings of Valyria plundered the wealth of the world to build this magnificent capital.

The Valantis expedition was ambitious; they had paid such a high price in order to demand an even greater reward.

The dragon eggs, Blackstone craftsmanship, Valyrian steel casting techniques, and other things they wanted—if these things didn't appear elsewhere, they would definitely appear in this royal capital.

House Targaryen also originated in Valyria, initially as an ordinary noble family located in the capital.

Later, sensing the danger through the prophecy of the 'prophet' Daenerys Targaryen, she voluntarily left the capital and came to Dragonstone to escape the disaster.

"What is this? A stone?"

"wrong."

"We've found the way—"

At that moment, someone at the front of the line suddenly started shouting, clearly having made an unexpected discovery.

"what?"

The burly scholar who had been walking on the ground rushed over, and the three Valantis scholars sitting in the sedan chair also gestured for it to be carried over.

It turned out that the mercenaries and slaves at the front had made an unexpected discovery: they found a wide and ancient Valyrian road, wide enough for several carriages to run side by side and large enough for an army to travel together.

Unfortunately, the road has been broken up, overgrown with weeds, and trees have extended onto it.

"This is an ancient Valyrian road!"

"Great!"

"We are on the right path!"

The scholars and academics who arrived at the forefront quickly determined that this was the very ancient road they were looking for that led directly to the capital of Valyria.

“If we follow this ancient road, we will cross a river and then reach the capital of Valyria.”

With positive discoveries, the expedition's morale naturally soared, and Viserys was also much happier.

Because Belerien had successfully crossed the sea of ​​smoke and arrived on the continent of Valyria, landing not far from the camp.

The sea of ​​smoke didn't have a strong hallucinogenic effect on Bellerion, who was flying overhead. And judging from the emotions Bellerion gave him, it seemed to have just killed a monster and devoured it whole; the monsters on the outer perimeter weren't yet a threat to a giant dragon.

The discovery of the Valyrian Trail pleased him, and Belerien's successful arrival naturally delighted Viserys as well.

Because this means he no longer has any worries.

"I wonder how the battle is going between the White Walkers and the Allied forces at the Wall?"

Viserys pondered this for a moment.

He has been away from Pentos for some time now, a period that is neither too long nor too short.

However, before he left, no White Walkers appeared; there were only traces of the dead.

There were several reasons why he took this opportunity to explore the Valyrian ruins.

One reason was the Smoke Sea Uprising, where things associated with the Valyrian ruins underwent an anomaly that caught his attention.

Secondly, he knew that the battle between the Allied Forces and the White Walkers wouldn't be decided so quickly.

If he holds a large army and stands by the narrow sea, refusing to come to the rescue and waiting to reap the benefits, he will inevitably give the nobles and common people of the seven kingdoms something to complain about.