Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Viserys then sheathed his dagger and jumped off Mag's shoulder.

The giant was so tall that even kneeling on one knee, Viserys couldn't reach its throat.

When Mag saw that Viserys hadn't killed him, his heavy breathing eased slightly. Viserys jumped off him, clenching his fist as if he wanted to take the opportunity to smash the man in front of him to death.

However... in the end, Marg loosened her fist.

"I have lost, humanity."

Marg, with blood flowing from his body, spoke in a low, muffled voice like thunder, and then shakily stood up from the ground.

But he lost his footing and immediately knelt down on one knee again, bowing slightly to Viserys in submission.

Year 283 of the Aegonian calendar.

The mighty Dothraki army arrived on the battlefield, giving the allied soldiers their first glimpse of the terrifying barbarian tribes.

After resting for a while, the White Walkers emerged from the Neck Marsh once again.

Chapter 403 The Twin Rivers Defense Line

The White Walkers have reappeared south of the Neck, while the human alliance stationed at the Twins is busily setting up defensive fortifications.

With the Targaryens' reinforcements and the presence of dragons, humanity's determination to unite against the White Walkers became even stronger, as if they had seen a glimmer of hope. They even had the strength to do their work.

"Over here!"

"Bring that log over here!"

Soldiers dressed in various armors and bearing their family crests were working busily, making clanging and banging noises, creating a lively and bustling scene.

They are strengthening the defenses and fortifications of the Twins, determined to stop the White Walkers there.

"Hey!"

"Thanks, brother."

Then a soldier wearing Northern fur armor patted a Lannister soldier wearing black and gold armor and a red cloak.

"fine."

The Lannister soldier smiled slightly, the two nodded to each other, and then continued with their other tasks.

And at this time.

"Open the door!"

The wooden barricades at the entrance were removed.

tata tao...

Several knights spurred their horses and charged into the fortifications of the Twins. Leading them was a young man wearing a grey and white wolf-skin cloak, black clothes and a black and red cape, with a long sword hanging at his waist, riding a snow-white warhorse.

Beside him were several Dothraki warriors dressed in animal skin armor and cloaks.

They barged in as if they were in an empty field, and the soldiers of the Seven Nations Alliance, upon seeing the newcomers, immediately put down their work and looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

Fortunately, there was a noble general supervising the soldiers as they built defensive fortifications.

Earl Jorn Royce of Runestone City, the commander of the Vale army.

He was still wearing his ancestral, heavy bronze armor, which was said to be thousands of years old and engraved with magical runes to protect the wearer from harm.

"His Majesty."

Count Jon Reuss spurred his warhorse forward to meet him.

He had gray hair and a beard, gray eyes, thick eyebrows, and large hands holding the reins; he looked very strong.

He sat upright on his horse, bowed slightly, and spoke in a deep and powerful voice.

The allied forces didn't dwell too much on this issue. After all, it was a battle between the living and the dead, and if they were to concern themselves with such things now, humanity would be close to its own demise.

The allied forces addressed both Viserys and Robert as "King" to prevent escalating tensions and hindering cooperation.

"Count Royce."

Viserys, seated on his horse, reined in his steed, glanced at the other man, and nodded slightly.

wow-

The silver-haired youth then dismounted, and several Dothraki guards behind him followed suit.

Although they were alone deep in enemy territory, these Dothraki showed no fear whatsoever.

Their fierce gazes swept coldly over the surrounding allied soldiers, their hands gripping the hilts of their Yarak scimitars, protecting their khao's safety.

Count Royce nodded slightly, and some allied soldiers reluctantly stepped forward to take the reins of their warhorses from the men.

Then General Jon Reus dismounted, raised his hand in a gesture of 'please,' and said in a low, respectful voice.

"Your Majesty, please."

"His Majesty Robert and the dukes have been waiting for you for a long time."

Earl Jon Royce still wore a hint of sadness on his face. It turned out that news of the assassination of his lord, Jon Arryn, had arrived not long ago. King Robert was furious and even wanted to lead his troops back, but was strongly stopped by everyone.

Everyone knew there was something fishy going on; Jon Snow could never have died at the hands of a mob, as some people claimed.

However, at this critical time, they were unable to return to King's Landing to investigate the matter thoroughly.

Once the morale of the allied forces collapses, who in any region can withstand the White Walkers' attack?

The Riverlands and the Royallands may fall first, followed by the Westerlands, the Reach, and the Stormlands. The Vale, though easy to defend, could not withstand the onslaught of the undead army, and eventually Dorne fell.

The rule of the various clans over Westeros came to an end, history was buried in the dust, and from then on there were no more lions, no more eagles, and no more direwolves.

Therefore, although everyone was saddened by Jon Arryn's murder, they all understood what was more important at the moment.

When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out.

While Jon Snow was alive, he could unite the four great houses as the core of the alliance, but now that he's dead, he's no longer of any value. The living still need to unite against the more important enemy at hand, as well as the challenge of conquering the Seven Kingdoms in the future.

After the Dothraki army arrived at the Twins and set up camp not far from the Allied camp outside the city, Robert invited Viserys to discuss the battle plan.

Viserys, however, was not intimidated. Instead, he boldly arrived at the appointment with several guards.

The possibility of a trap was not entirely out of the question, and everyone admired Viseris's courage in going to the meeting alone.

However, what they didn't know was that Viserys was more confident in killing everyone present before they could kill him.

He can do it all by himself.

Tap tap…

The sound of footsteps was noisy, with Count Jon Reus leading the way.

Viserys, accompanied by several Dothraki guards, entered the Twins.

The atmosphere inside the Frey family's castle was somewhat oppressive, mainly due to the recent tragedy.

The new Marquess of Frey is now Steve Ren Frey, the eldest son and first in line to the throne of the old Marquess of Ward Frey.

He was nearly sixty years old and even had grandchildren. When old Wade was still alive, he joked that Steve had been waiting for him to die for forty years.

Like his father, Steveren values ​​his family very much. However, unlike his father, Steveren is more gentle and rational, but also less capable.

The other sons and grandsons of the old Marquis of Walder were embroiled in infighting and had even sought to challenge the new Marquis of Frey's position.

However, with the allied forces pressing in, none of the nobles and princes present dared to act rashly at this moment, which unexpectedly helped Steveren secure his position as head of the Frey family.

The group turned down the corridor and soon arrived at the Twin Rivers City's conference hall.

However, at this moment, Count Jon Reus, who had been leading the way in silence for a long time, suddenly spoke up.

“These barbarians are indeed fierce, skilled in archery and horsemanship, and killing is like an everyday occurrence for them.”

He stopped outside the door and turned to look at Viserys.

"But Your Majesty... are you really prepared to use these barbarians to conquer the seven kingdoms?"

Chapter 404 Pre-War Meeting

The burly Earl of Runestone City stood outside the Twins City's meeting hall, then turned around and asked in a deep voice.

Inside the room were princes and nobles, but Jon Reus had been holding this question in his heart for a long time, and at this moment he couldn't help but ask it.

After all, not everyone has the opportunity to speak with this young dragon lord face-to-face alone.

The Dothraki guards standing next to Viserys gave Khal a puzzled look.

They couldn't understand what the armored man in front of them was saying, though he seemed to be referring to them, but didn't appear to be hostile.

Viserys stopped in his tracks upon hearing Jon Reus's words, gazing at the old general clad in bronze armor.

The other person stared back defiantly at Viserys, but then, for some reason, felt a pang of fear, lowered their head slightly, and looked away.

“Lord Jon Royce, my territory is twice the size of the Valley, and my people and soldiers are countless.”

"Just as the High Mountain Clan nominally submits to Lord Robert Arryn, the Dothraki are also my people, and they are willing to call me their Dragon Rider Khal."

Viserys looked at the Earl of Runestone City, who had lowered his head slightly, and then spoke calmly.

In fact, the Dothraki name for Viserys is simply the word "dragon" plus the noun "kao," which can be translated as "dragon-riding kao," "true dragon kao," or even more simply "dragon kao."

Viserys then nodded to Count Reuss without saying anything more, and then pushed open the door and went straight in.

Several Dothraki guards, carrying Arak scimitars, glanced at Jon Royce, whose expression was slightly unpleasant but who remained silent, before following their khal into the Twins' meeting hall.

Viserys suddenly pushed open the door and walked in. The nobles of the Seven Kingdoms, who were having a heated discussion about tactics, instantly fell silent and looked at each other in bewilderment.

He remained silent for a moment.

"Welcome, Your Majesty."

Tywin Lannister, the Duke of Casterly Rock, gazed at Viserys with his green eyes before breaking the silence of the room with his first words.

He raised his hand and clapped, then spoke.

"Welcome, Your Majesty."

"Welcome, Your Majesty."

Scattered applause and cheers filled the meeting room, and Eddard Stark, Duke of Winterfell, also spoke.