Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

They were even anchored tightly to the shore with ropes, the ships packed closely together, and the ropes also linked the warships together to prevent them from being separated and colliding with each other in the storm, thus preventing them from suffering serious damage.

Stannis's order was not unreasonable, as it was indeed the best way to withstand the storm.

Since the warships couldn't be pushed ashore or carried into the castle, they had to rely on their sturdy bodies to withstand the wind and waves. Securing the ships together could effectively increase their resistance to storm damage.

However, now that they have been attacked, the linked warships have become easy targets for the Targaryen fleet.

The soldiers responsible for operating the catapults and ballistae didn't even need to aim; they only needed to pull the rope to launch the stone projectiles and hit the target.

Boom boom boom—

The Baratheon family's newly built royal fleet howled in the storm as stones pierced the decks, and billowing black smoke from the burning oil ignited the covering cloths, which in turn set the warships ablaze in the storm.

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Flames, carried by the wind, spread through the ship's hold below deck. The flames gradually rose, and the fire snakes danced, igniting the grain and fodder stored in the hold.

The pillars supporting the deck were engulfed in the fire, then collapsed with a deafening roar. The entire warship was enveloped in crimson flames before finally parting the seawater and gradually sinking.

However, even more warships were hit by oil-filled stones, and later the Targaryen fleet even launched oil barrels directly from catapults, further fueling the fire.

In an instant.

A port not far from Storm's End.

A massive fire raged amidst the torrential rain, completely engulfing the Baratheon family's fleet. Thick, billowing black smoke rose straight into the sky, and the flames illuminated the entire heavens.

Meanwhile, on the second deck of the Black Death in the distance.

Viserys stood in the torrential rain and howling wind, refusing to retreat into the cabin, because he wanted to experience the true nature of war more directly.

As a result, the boy was soaked to the bone, his long, silvery-gold hair sticking to his fair face, and water droplets constantly sliding down his cheeks.

However, Viserys's pale purple eyes were exceptionally bright, reflecting the distant sea of ​​fire.

"This fire burned away the usurper's ambition to invade Dragonstone for the next five years."

Chapter 39 The Storm Arrives

"This fire burned away the usurper's ambition to invade Dragonstone for the next five years."

The old nobleman standing next to the boy coughed softly and then spoke.

Viserys turned his head slightly to look at the old man standing next to him. He didn't know where the other man's five-year data came from or whether there was any evidence to support it.

But he also understood that burning the fire would indeed make Dragonstone Island safe for the time being.

The war of usurpers is not over yet, and that fat man of Baratheon—no, the future fat man—is not sitting on his throne any more securely than he thought.

The War of the Usurper took a sharp turn for the worse after the death of his brother Rhaegar. The Targaryens failed to win a single battle, suffering defeat after defeat, and ultimately lost the Iron Throne.

Viserys's fire has lit a beacon in the long night ahead for House Targaryen, at least slightly boosting their morale, which is currently at a low point.

However, this fire actually had little to do with Viserys.

His ultimate goal was simply to take advantage of his foresight and prevent the Dragonstone fleet from being destroyed in the storm.

Therefore, they wanted to get the fleet out of the storm vortex at Dragonstone.

However, unexpectedly, the child's almost audacious suggestion was adopted by chance.

Sir Jeffrey ultimately made the decision to race against the storm and raid Storm's End.

Then, to Stannis's utter surprise, the Targaryen fleet emerged from the storm.

They caught him completely off guard, trapping the entire Baratheon fleet in the port, where it was completely destroyed by fire.

This event is destined to become one of the most classic cases in the history of the Westeros naval battles.

However, Viserys only offered a suggestion, which had a negligible effect; he had absolutely no involvement in the subsequent command, combat, or raids.

He simply stood beside the old man, enjoying the sea breeze and getting soaked in the rain.

Although Viserys volunteered to stand outside and watch the game, for some reason the old man didn't send the troublesome kid back inside.

Instead, he took him under his wing, and Viserys even stood by and listened during wartime meetings.

...

And on the walls of Storm's End.

Stannis gripped the cold battlements, his face taut, his body ramrod straight, his broad shoulders bearing the weight of the mountains.

At this moment, he was soaked to the bone by the rain, and his heart was as cold as the rain.

The young heir to the Iron Throne gazed at the towering flames rising from the distant port, clenched his fist, and his five fingers actually dug a thin layer of stone dust from the cold, hard battlements. His fingers were unconsciously worn raw, and blood stained the white marks on the city bricks.

However, at this moment Stannis was completely undecided about the pain.

He only felt his breathing become slightly rapid, his chest heaving violently, and then his vision gradually blurred, making it difficult to see clearly.

Then the world spun around.

"grown ups!"

The guards around him gasped in surprise.

Then he quickly caught Stannis, preventing him from fainting and falling off the city wall.

Otherwise, if Stannis were to fall off the hundred-foot-high walls of Storm's End, it would truly be a certain death.

It would be a real joke if the king's own brother, the heir to the Iron Throne, fell to his death from the city wall.

"And what about Bachelor Clement?"

"quick!"

"Quickly, find the scholar here!"

The guards, holding the unconscious Stannis, shouted loudly.

Then other soldiers hurriedly ran into the castle to find Maester Clyson, who served the Baratheon family.

...

Meanwhile.

On the remote island of Dragonstone.

The outside world presented a terrifying scene resembling the end of the world, with thick, gloomy clouds pressing down on the ground and torrential rain mixed with strong winds.

Large raindrops cascaded down, pounding against the sturdy castle. The dragons on Dragonstone roared to the sky, seemingly fighting against this terrible disaster.

As the epicenter of this unprecedented storm surge in Westeros, Dragonstone stands high above the turbulent sea, where terrifying waves crash against its cliffs with tremendous roar.

The sky was terribly gloomy, and the waves became turbulent and rampant.

Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the colossal dragon that stood motionless amidst the towering waves.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were illuminated.

click -

Then thunder rumbled.

Rumbling--

...

The outside world was like the end of the world, while inside the Stone Drum Tower, security was tight.

"quick!"

"Block the water here!"

Almost all the soldiers on Dragonstone were concentrated in the castle, working under high alert to drain floodwaters and fight the disaster.

The former Red Keep instructor donned his armor once again after more than half a year, one hand on his sword hilt, personally guarding the gate, though his expression was slightly grim.

The terrible weather aggravated his old wounds. The old wound, which had once been almost pierced through the abdomen by a sword, felt like it was being gnawed at by countless ants in the thunderstorm, causing itching and pain that was almost unbearable.

Ser Shad, the bastard son of Dorne and appointed by Rhaegar as the acting lord of Dragonstone, also appeared outside the door. He sat down next to Ser William, his eyes somewhat unfocused.

Everyone was very nervous.

Queen Leila, who is pregnant, finally showed signs of labor today and hurriedly summoned a midwife and several maids for help. Her Majesty is currently giving birth in the room.

Inside the house.

The thunder, lightning, and rain outside undoubtedly affected the new mother's mood.

Her long silver hair was spread out on the bed, and Queen Leila's consciousness was gradually becoming blurred.

The woman spread her legs, trying her best to give birth to her child, but not everything in life goes smoothly.

Giving birth is undoubtedly one of the most difficult things for a woman.

"quick!"

"Stop the bleeding quickly!"

Inside the room, the inexperienced midwife and the queen's maids were frantically helping the queen give birth.

However, at this moment, the blood beneath the queen seemed to flow uncontrollably.

In addition, Queen Leila was already an elderly mother who had become a grandmother. Even though Viserys had been urging her to exercise more, her body could no longer withstand such torment.

In the end, they gave up resisting.

"Joanna."

The woman's consciousness had completely blurred, her will had collapsed and she no longer resisted. Her chapped lips parted slightly as she murmured names from the past.

"Boniford".

“Iris”.

Leila seemed to see her entire life playing out rapidly before her eyes.

"Rega".

“Viserys…”

"I...my children..."

A single, glistening tear slid down the corner of her eye.