Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

After the dust settled, they were able to see the enormous creature before them. Bellerion's scarlet eyes were coldly scrutinizing the two little ones below.

It knew they had a grudge against Viserys, and it didn't know why Viserys was stopping it from killing them; otherwise, Balerion would have eaten them both the moment it landed.

However, at that moment, a clear voice suddenly came from above the two people below.

"Lord Robert Baratheon of Storm's End."

"And Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell."

Viserys sat high on the dragon's back, with the Starsword at his waist. He wore a Valyrian steel helmet, obscuring his face, but his voice came from beneath the armor, calm and without much turmoil.

"I had heard of your great names long ago, but I never expected our first meeting to be like this."

Although Viserys' words sounded sarcastic, his tone was calm rather than sarcastic.

He had indeed long admired the two men, but he never expected to meet them in this capacity and under these circumstances.

"Let me introduce myself."

Without waiting for either of them to speak, Viserys unbuckled the belt of his dragon-riding armor.

Then he stood up from the dragon's back, his silver armor gleaming in the sunlight—this was exactly what countless knights dreamed of.

“My name is Viserys Targaryen.”

The young dragon knight then easily jumped off the dragon's back and landed heavily on the ground.

boom--

Dust swirled around this point, and the person in the center slowly stood up.

He glanced at the two people in front of him, then spoke calmly.

"They're here to kill you."

Chapter 395 The Meeting of the Two Kings

As soon as Viserys finished speaking, the two people in front of him suddenly became tense.

Eddard raised the Valyrian steel sword Frost and stood in front of Robert, speaking in a low voice, wanting his good brother to go first.

Robert.

Robert Baratheon, standing beside him, showed no intention of turning to flee, nor did he raise his Stormhammer.

Although he was a reckless man, he didn't think Viserys would make a move at this time, otherwise, with that dragon beside him, a single burst of dragonfire would have burned the two of them to ashes.

But Robert spoke with a hint of resentment in his voice.

"Hmph, kid, you've got quite the nerve."

"If there were no dragons..."

Robert himself was a fierce warrior with exceptional strength. Now in his thirties, he was at the peak of his career. It was natural for him to be overwhelmed and attacked by a young knight who was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Viserys removed his Valyrian steel helmet and held it to his chest, revealing a clean and handsome face. His long, silver-gold hair shone brightly in the sunlight. He heard Robert's words and glanced at him slightly.

"how?"

"If there were no dragons, would you like to try?"

With his current strength, killing the two people in front of him would be a piece of cake. Just now, when Bellerion landed, he could have burned them to death with a single burst of dragon flame.

The ringleaders of the usurper war certainly deserve to die, but now is not the best time to kill them.

Viserys gave them a chance: if he had taken off his crown and surrendered before landing in Westeros, he could have allowed Robert to retain his title as Duke of Storm's End.

However, Robert ignored his goodwill, and once he landed his army in Westeros, the main war criminals who had started the War of the Usurper had to be brought to trial.

Treason was a crime punishable by death under the laws of the seven kingdoms.

Of course, they also have the option of donning black and joining the Night's Watch to serve their life sentences, with no possibility of commutation.

However, whether this option will be applied during the trial depends on the king's own will.

If the king is determined to kill the rebels, then even if he wants to wear black, it won't make a difference.

Viserys wouldn't execute the two men in front of him himself; that would be too lenient on them and wouldn't serve as a deterrent or a warning to others.

He will defeat the army of the alliance led by the wolves, deer, and ospreys, and then hold a fair and open trial for all the rebels in King's Landing, listing their crimes and punishing them accordingly, so that their deaths will serve their greatest purpose.

Robert was taken aback by Viserys's words, his face flushing slightly as he felt deeply humiliated.

His primary concern while sitting on the Iron Throne was the remnants of the Targaryen army across the Narrow Sea.

He had naturally heard about the Targaryen family's rapid rise in recent years, including their establishment of the 'Wood City' and their successive conquests of the Andals and Rhoynar, the mythical story of two hundred men capturing the city, capturing the Mountain, killing the Faceless Ones, and defeating the Dothraki alliance of five Khals.

Viserys's name even gained a touch of mystery in the word-of-mouth among the rangers and mercenaries of the continent of Essos, and he was vaguely referred to as the number one swordsman in the free trade city-state.

Such a title represents almost the pinnacle of human strength in terms of individual combat prowess, and the person who once held this honor was the chief swordsman of Braavos.

Robert, after being momentarily stunned, did not impulsively challenge Viserys.

Of course, this wasn't because Robert was cowardly and thought he couldn't beat Viserys. Although he had heard of Viserys's reputation on the other side of the Narrow Sea and that Viserys was younger than him, Robert didn't think he would lose.

What he feared was that even if he won the battle of the two kings, he would still be bitten to death by Viserys' dragon.

"Humph--"

Robert grunted in frustration, but instead of continuing the conversation about Viserys, he looked the silver-haired youth who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and saved the Allied forces up and down.

The other person's appearance seemed familiar to him, and some past memories resurfaced in his mind, suddenly bringing a sense of desolation as things changed.

“You are not the same as your father.”

Robert looked at Viserys and then spoke abruptly.

Looking at Viserys's face, which bore a striking resemblance to someone in his memory, Robert clenched his fist.

However, he knew that the person before him was not the one he remembered. Although they were brothers, but...

“You are not the same as Rega.”

Robert then shook his head and added.

The Duke of Winterfell, standing to the side, lowered his greatsword and glanced at his good brother Robert in surprise.

He never imagined that Robert would speak so calmly to a Targaryen heir.

Is it because of it...?

Ed looked up and saw a huge shadow looming over the ground. The Black Death, Bellerion, was surrounded by white steam, his massive body half-lying on the ground, his scarlet eyes scrutinizing the two people in front of him.

Dragons can bring peace of mind to people.

...

But in the distance.

After the dragon descended from the sky, everyone's attention was focused on this spot.

The meeting between the two kings.

Eddard became a mere foil, because the distance was too great for anyone to know what Viserys and Robert had discussed, and with the dragons present, no one else dared to approach easily.

They still vividly remember the terrifying scene of the dragon burning the banks of the Green Fork River not long ago.

Back then, the dragons were their allies, but now if they approached, the dragons would become their enemies—something none of the surviving allies wanted to see.

The nobles of the seven kingdoms and the soldiers of the allied forces were all nervously watching this side, fearing that the negotiations would break down and the two sides would turn against each other.

Seeing that the two kings were at peace and there was no tension between them, they were somewhat relieved.

What are the chances of successfully sniping Viserys from here using a giant crossbow?

Stannis finished tending to the four fingers of his bitten-off left hand, raised his hand to look at his empty left hand, which was still faintly oozing blood.

Then he turned to his trusted aide, Sir Davos the Onion Knight, and asked him.

The Onion Knight was staring at Stannis's left hand, seemingly lost in thought.

He paused slightly upon hearing his words, then thought about it seriously for a moment before actually giving a very formal reply.

"I do not recommend that you do this, Lord Stannis."

"The crossbows are not very accurate. They are too close together and there is a high possibility that His Majesty the King or Duke Ed may be accidentally injured."

"And even if we manage to kill Viserys, that dragon..."

Sir Davos gave a serious answer, but Stannis didn't listen.

"Humph--"

The Duke of Dragonstone merely chuckled inexplicably, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back, shook his head, patted Davos on the shoulder, and then walked away into the distance.

The Onion Knight stood there somewhat bewildered, then added a comment to Stannis's retreating figure.

"Hey, Lord Stannis, we don't have any giant crossbows right now."

But in the distance.

The brief meeting between the two kings has come to an end.

However, it was less of a meeting and more of a casual chat between the two by the roadside, though their tone wasn't exactly harmonious.

Viserys then remounted the dragon.

Bellerion let out a low growl and flapped his wings, taking flight into the sky.

Chapter 396 Parachute Arrival at Dragonstone Island

The Battle of Green Fork River is over.

The seven-nation coalition paid a heavy price for this battle, suffering the most devastating casualties since the start of the war, with tens of thousands of soldiers killed on the spot and countless others wounded.

The allied forces launched a desperate charge against the army of the dead, and were once in dire straits, but ultimately, with the help of a dragon descending from the heavens, they tenaciously repelled the White Walkers' attack.

The legion of the dead retreated back into the Neck Marsh to recover their strength.

Humanity also achieved its most glorious victory since the start of the war: successfully repelling an attack by the White Walkers.

But the corresponding costs are self-evident.

At the same time, the Battle of the Green Fork also broke the record for the highest-ranking nobleman to die in the war against the White Walkers.