Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

This time, as Viserys dodged, he gripped the dagger at his waist with his left hand, then swiftly drew it out and easily pierced the monster's jaw.

"die--"

The black and white fur makes it look like a werewolf monster with tough fur.

However, this fur is as fragile as paper against Valyrian steel daggers.

puff--

Once again, a sharp sound of flesh being pierced rang out.

Viserys's movement deflected the force of the monster's impact, preventing him from being knocked down. He also drew his Valyrian steel dagger, and the monster crashed to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust. This time, it was completely silent and utterly dead.

"Whoo~"

Viserys let out a soft breath. This monster was extremely fast and incredibly strong, but it wasn't difficult for him to deal with.

Viserys then crouched down to carefully examine the monster he had killed.

As they got closer, the monster's appearance became very clear; its eyes were bloodshot and filled with ferocity, even in death.

Its cheeks were covered in black fur, and its entire body, except for its back, was covered in black, needle-like fur. There was a large patch of white fur on its back. Its face was ferocious and terrifying, and its fangs were stained with human blood and clothing, which looked like the blood of the unfortunate man it had just killed.

Viserys had never seen such a monster before, but looking at its appearance—a human-like body with a wolf's head, capable of walking upright...

"What kind of monster is this? Is it really a werewolf?"

"Descendants of survivors from the Valyrian catastrophe?"

Viserys frowned slightly, unable to fathom the reason for the existence of this monster; it was merely a trace shrouded in the heavy mists of the Valyrian ruins.

"Perhaps the deeper you go, the more dangerous things exist..."

The silver-haired youth gripped the dragon steel dagger in one hand, his heart heavy, before raising his head to gaze at the end of the ancient road.

"However, there are even more amazing treasures there as well."

"Dragon eggs, dragon steel weapons, magic..."

The dragon egg that the governor of Valantis longed for might just be at the end of this ancient road.

This place leads to the capital of a great empire, where perhaps all the secrets—black mist, dragons, monsters, demons, and so on—lie hidden...

The capital of Valyria still houses the old Targaryen residence; if Viserys could truly venture deep into the capital, perhaps he could return home for a visit.

While Viserys was looking down at the monster's corpse...

Another monster, upon discovering that Viserys had killed one of its kind, let out a piercing wail and pounced on him.

"Imon!"

"Be careful--"

The red-haired girl gave a warning, then raised her hand and threw the dagger in her hand, trying to stop the other party.

But the monster easily dodged it and then pounced on it again.

While Viserys was crouching on the ground observing the monster's corpse, he remained vigilant.

Even without Mia's warning, he had already noticed the monster; it had just killed three slaves from the expedition team.

"These monsters..."

The silver-haired youth frowned slightly, then drew his sword and stepped forward to meet the attack.

...

The fierce battle lasted for a relatively short time.

The expedition suffered heavy losses, and the monster was also dealt a severe blow.

Although the monsters were incredibly powerful, with one monster capable of taking on several mercenaries at once, the expedition team still had the advantage in numbers.

Despite paying a heavy price, they managed to repel these werewolf-like monsters, leaving behind a field of corpses.

"Clean up the battlefield, then continue on your way!"

"Form ranks and be on high alert!"

The commander then gave the order once again.

Logically, the bodies of the mercenaries and slaves should have been cremated or buried, but Wilder and his cronies discussed it and decided to abandon them there, only taking their weapons, equipment, and rations.

They felt that the monsters were attacking the expedition team because they were hungry, and that if they left them enough 'food', they would stop harassing the expedition team.

In fact, Wilder's judgment was not wrong, but it was a bit too cruel. Even many of the mercenaries in the expedition who were known for their ruthless methods showed signs of reluctance.

After all, feeding human corpses to monsters is something that is difficult for any human being to accept on a psychological level.

The expedition then continued along the Dragon Road, their goal being the Valyrian capital at the end of the ancient route.

As expected, the monsters swarmed out and devoured the corpses on the ground after the expedition team left. Although some monsters still quietly followed, their numbers had decreased significantly.

...

Time flies.

Two more days passed as the expedition continued.

The sky was rather overcast today.

I wonder if it's because we're going deeper into the ruins.

Even the sun overhead turned black, and the surrounding fog gradually transformed from gray mist into an even deeper darkness.

At the same time, a light rain suddenly started, pattering down on the overgrown road.

The expedition team members were all dejected, their excitement from just a few days ago completely gone.

A light drizzle fell, soaking our clothes and making the roads muddy and difficult to traverse. Left with no other choice, the commander once again ordered us to set up camp.

They left many marks on their way here so that they could easily make their way back in the future.

However, just when everyone thought that a light rain meant they only needed to rest for a short while before setting off again—

But a plague arrived quietly.

It started when someone began coughing, and then it got more and more intense until they vomited blood. Only then did everyone panic and realize what was happening.

The commander reacted quickly, isolating everyone who had been in close contact with him. Soon after, these people all developed some kind of symptoms.

Everyone who witnessed this scene felt a chill run down their spine.

This ancient and mysterious lost continent is finally about to make its move against them—

Many members of the expedition began coughing, feverish, and even lying on the ground spitting blood, with marble-like patterns appearing on their bodies.

"Quick! Burn them!"

At this moment, Wilde Megar made the right decision, ordering rockets to be launched and burn those infected with the plague to death.

Only in this way can the virus be effectively killed.

Viserys looked at this scene with a somewhat solemn expression. He told everyone who was with him to tear off strips of cloth to make their own masks, while maintaining social distancing from others.

After losing many more members, the expedition set off again.

This time, not much time had passed.

They finally saw the river that guarded the capital at the end of the road.

There were even faint, indistinct shadows of ruins in the distance.

Chapter 329 First Battle Victory

"Open the gates!"

The cold gates creaked open, and a troop of fully armed knights emerged from the city.

They wore thick furs for warmth, and their helmets were covered by hats that concealed many parts of their bodies, including their ears and cheeks.

Only a pair of eyes were visible, and the stale air they exhaled turned into white mist. The warhorse sounded its horn and also exhaled white mist.

"The North is such a shitty place, it's so damn cold."

The knights walked out of the city gate, and then one of them, mounted on his warhorse, began to complain.

The world outside the city was a vast expanse of white, with blizzards covering everything in their field of vision, everything shrouded in a layer of frost.

The wind and snow obscured the view, making it impossible for Count Lefred to see anything further away; he could only hear the howling of the wind in his ears.

"Shut your mouth, Raman."

The somewhat plump Earl of Lefebvre, mounted on his warhorse, glared angrily at the outspoken knight behind him.

Above them, the Northern soldiers standing atop the walls of Winterfell glared at them, clearly having heard what they had just said.

These were soldiers belonging to the Westerlands. Tywin Lannister, Duke of Casterly Rock, did not come to the North in person, but entrusted the command of the Westerlands army to Lord Ryford.

They are currently on a logistical mission, escorting a shipment of supplies that recently arrived from the south, departing from Winterfell and heading towards the Wall.

The Knight of Casterly Rock named Raman was a member of House Lannister.

But now they all have to obey the Earl of Goldtooth, since he is now the commander of the Western Army.

Raman merely snorted and dared not utter another word of defense. If he truly angered Leo Lefford, even if he were executed, no one would plead for him.

At this point, someone nearby naturally stepped in to smooth things over and changed the subject.

"I heard that His Majesty Robert won a battle a while ago. So these White Walkers aren't so scary after all."

"Humph."

The plump Earl of Lefred snorted, but didn't say anything more.

...

not long ago.

The army of the dead is pressing in, and large numbers of ghouls have already been spotted in places like the Frozen Coast, Frostfang, and the Fist of the First Men.

Those savage tribes that had not fled with Mance Red, the King of the Frontier, suffered a horrific catastrophe.

Meanwhile, the legion of the dead grew larger and larger, like a snowball rolling downhill.

Since the frequent sightings of White Walkers.