Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Perhaps by the time the children grow up, the four fledgling dragons that were just learning to walk will have grown into enormous creatures even larger than Bellerion is now.

They were the founding ancestors of the new Targaryen dynasty, and future generations of families would pass down from them.

Viserys glanced at Daenerys and Reyne, suddenly unsure how to explain, since neither girl was yet an adult, except for him who had officiated at their coming-of-age ceremony.

Then the silver-haired youth chose to remain silent.

Viserys remained silent, and Daenerys hesitated slightly as well.

She really didn't have any better ideas; naming a dragon should be done with care.

After all, dragons are very intelligent; otherwise, if they found out that she was the one who gave them their messy names, wouldn't they come after them?

Daenerys hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the last beautiful little female dragon with crystal-clear horns on its head and spoke.

"She's so beautiful, how about calling her Pearl?"

When Viserys and Renis heard the name the silver-haired girl had chosen, they both raised their hands to their foreheads.

"Forget it, you'd better not name it."

Then Renis sighed.

"Hmph, fine, I won't get up then."

When Daenerys saw that the two of them were laughing at the name she had chosen, her face darkened slightly.

As she grew older, Daenerys was no longer as shy as she was when she was a child, and her personality became much more lively.

Renis hesitated for a moment. She was a few years older than Daenerys and was currently studying diligently at Viserys's request.

Viserys did not treat the two girls as mere ornaments, but rather raised them to be heirs, hoping that they would be able to stand on their own in the future.

Then Renis suddenly thought of a name and spoke up.

“Brother, your dragon is called Belerion. I remember it was named after an ancient Valyrian god, right?”

In private, Renis still prefers to call Viserys her brother.

Viserys paused for a moment, then nodded, as if he had guessed what Renis was thinking.

"Yes."

"You mean..."

"We can name the remaining dragons after the Valyrian Old Gods."

Valyrian culture contains many ancient gods, including the faceless goddess statue with a single horn on its head that Viserys collected, as well as Vaghar, Miracis, Syracuse, and others.

If all the dragons were indeed named after Valyrian Old Gods, it would recreate the names of the famous dragons from the Targaryen Dynasty.

This undoubtedly demonstrates an extremely grand ambition, not only to reclaim the Iron Throne, but also to restore the territory of Valyrian Freehold, as far as the ancient Gith Empire and the trading city-states, which actually grew up by feeding on the corpses of Valyria.

Viserys hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded slightly.

"can."

All four young dragons were named after Valyrian ancient gods.

"Then let's name the first red baby dragon Vaghar."

Viserys looked at the eldest of the four siblings in the Long family. The red baby dragon was the first to hatch. Although her body was slender, her eyes were sharp and she looked extremely fierce. She was destined to be an 'Iron Lady' in the future.

Varghal is the name of an ancient female deity of Valyria, and she is also the largest female dragon in Westeros history, with a lifespan almost comparable to that of Balerion.

During the Dance of the Blood Dragons, it is said that Vaghar's roar could make Storm's End tremble; no dragon could rival her ferocity.

"Ho-"

At that moment, the red baby dragon let out a tender roar, as if it understood that Viserys was naming it.

Her roar had changed dramatically in the short time since she was born, and it was beginning to resemble that of a sky overlord.

"The second golden dragon is called Terex."

Terex was also an Old God from the Valyrian Freehold period. In High Valyrian, he means sun and light, and was a sun god in the Valyrian civilization.

It perfectly matches the golden scales covering the young golden dragon's body, which resemble a small sun.

"Merathys is a sea serpent in Valyrian mythology, said to be able to summon wind and rain and stir up towering waves."

The deep blue young dragon let out a low growl; she was given the name Miracis, the ancient sea goddess.

And the last dragon

"Syracus, a pure maiden, whose name is also derived from the name of a Valyrian goddess."

"Although her partner may not be that kind of woman."

The civil war, known as the Dance of the Dragons, which was initiated by Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, directly led to the fall of many Targaryen dragons, ultimately causing the extinction of the dragon race.

At this point, the names of the four dragons have been chosen: red dragon Vaghar, gold dragon Terex, dark blue young dragon Mirasis, and crystal dragon 'Little Lady' Syracuse.

And at this moment.

The raging flames that had hatched the four baby dragons were about to go out, leaving only the last embers flickering in the charred ruins.

The last silver dragon egg shook slightly, rolled on the scorched earth, and finally cracked open its shell.

click -

A young dragon covered in silver scales, looking somewhat weak and panting, finally crawled out of its egg.

Chapter 362 Winterfell Cellars

Inside the cellars of Winterfell.

All around was quiet, with only the faint sound of breathing; there was no light at all, and it was pitch black.

A man dressed in black with long, dark brown hair was fast asleep, leaning against the cellar wall, clutching a sword and covered in a wolf skin.

At that moment, he suddenly frowned slightly in his sleep, and then his breathing suddenly became rapid.

One of his companions, who was leaning against him, was still awake. He was experienced and had a very fast reaction time. Perhaps it was because of the many terrible things that had happened recently that he would be startled awake by the slightest noise.

He suddenly covered Banyan's mouth, forcing him to swallow his gasp back down, leaving only a muffled sound.

"Waaah—"

However, even this faint sound startled everyone in the entire cellar, causing a slight commotion. At the same time, a faint sound also came from the upper level of the cellar.

"Oops."

Instantly, everyone's hearts were in their throats.

Fortunately, after that faint sound, there were no other noises, and the people hiding deep in the cellar breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Hey, what's wrong?

"Do you know you almost killed us all, Banyan!"

The person speaking in a low voice was Allisha Thorne, the Night's Watch Master of Castle Black.

He was a seasoned fighter, now in his forties, and it was his quick reflexes that saved everyone's lives. Otherwise, if the demons outside had been attracted, this last safe haven in Winterfell would have fallen.

In her youth, Allissa Thorne fought for House Targaryen during the War of the Usurper and refused to surrender when King's Landing fell, fighting to the very end until she was captured alive.

Lord Tywin Lannister gave him a choice between being strangled or wearing black clothes, and he chose to wear black clothes before joining the Night's Watch.

The long-faced man, still shaken, was breathing heavily. He too was aware of the extreme danger that had just occurred. His chest heaved, but his eyes still seemed to hold fear.

He had a nightmare in which he was Benjen Stark, the chief ranger of the Night's Watch.

However, after catching his breath, Banyan gradually calmed down.

“I’m sorry, Sir Elisa.”

Then Bunyan glanced gratefully at his fellow watchman, wondering if the man could see him in such pitch black light, and apologized to him.

Then he took a deep breath, calmed himself down once more, and spoke in a similarly low voice.

"I'm fine, I just had a nightmare."

"Nightmare?"

The middle-aged knight with graying hair, holding a longsword, turned his head and glanced at Banyan.

He had assumed that Banyan was a seasoned warrior and shouldn't be having nightmares in such a state, but he hadn't expected that he had overestimated him; he was actually a coward.

Elisa Thorne chuckled, then shook her head and spoke.

"It's okay, I understand."

In his view, Banyan was terrified.

However, the events of the past year have indeed been terrifying. From the first encounter with the White Walkers and their terrifying array of corpses, to the war with the Wildlings, the collapse of the Wall, and then the arrival of the White Walker army, the fall of the Wall, and the defeat of the allied forces, who retreated to Winterfell.

A month earlier, the Allied forces were preparing for a full-scale counterattack at Winterfell, but they were utterly defeated. After a night of fighting, the Allied forces were routed and fled to the Neck.

These people were surrounded by ghouls and unable to break through, so in their panic they had no choice but to flee into the cellars of Winterfell.

Over the past month, the ghouls from the outside world have heard the commotion and rushed in several times. After constant maneuvering, sacrifices, and battles, their numbers have dwindled to this few.

Fortunately, Winterfell was built on a hot spring, so the temperature inside the cellars wasn't too cold. Moreover, the cellars of Winterfell had been temporarily requisitioned as a place for the Allied forces to stockpile supplies, so they didn't have to worry about food and clothing.

However, the food stockpiled by the allied forces is almost gone, and now it is time for everyone trapped here to make a decision.

"Whoo~"

Benjen naturally heard the sarcasm in Elisa Thorne's words.

But he was no longer a hot-blooded teenager or a young man in his early twenties. He simply glanced at the other person and then remained silent.

After all, it was his own mistake that had just occurred, and the other party had saved everyone present.

After the brief conversation, the entire cellar of Winterfell fell silent once again.

Banyan leaned against the wall behind him, his eyes gleaming slightly. Although he had calmed down, he couldn't fall asleep anymore.

Although he can't see even with his eyes open, he knows that he is facing the statue of Edric Stark, the 'Sherlock King'.

Because he used to run into the cellar to play when he was little, his sister Lyanna would tell him stories about their ancestors.

Eddrick, the Snowhoof King, was a distant ancestor of the Stark family and one of the earliest Kings in the North. The outer walls of Winterfell were built during the final period of his reign.

Since the cellar was breached by the dead, they learned a bloody lesson and have now escaped to the bottom level of the cellar, below which lies the collapsed area.