Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Looking at the surging dragon flames above his head, Tywin Lannister's expression changed slightly, and then he spoke.

He knew that Viserys would never let him go, so he had to strike first, surrounding the allied forces tightly on both sides. This was the reason he secretly instructed his soldiers to fire giant crossbows in an attempt to kill Viserys and his dragons.

Unfortunately, the giant crossbow did little damage to Belerien. Unless it hit him directly in the eye like Mirasis, it was like a tickle, which only enraged the dragon.

What Tywin didn't expect was that Viserys could actually shatter the crossbow bolt with a single sword strike.

Is this even human?

"Now is the best chance to defeat Viserys."

"Otherwise, once his three dragons and 60,000 troops have all crossed the Narrow Sea, we won't have any chance at all."

Chapter 424 Tywin's Scheme

Tywin's words were not without reason, and Eddard had completely calmed down by now. However, the biggest problem at hand was not how to explain the reasoning, but what to do about the dragon above their heads.

boom--

Then came another loud bang, followed by the earth-shattering roar of a giant dragon in the sky.

The dragon was unleashing its fury, its roar causing the Twins to tremble. Apart from the strategic supplies hidden in the cellars, all the giant crossbows placed on the city walls had been burned by the dragon's flames.

The Allied soldiers also suffered heavy casualties; some were burned to death, while others jumped off the city walls and into the river in an attempt to survive.

Having lost their only weapon that could threaten the dragon, the allied soldiers' counterattacks appeared somewhat weak and ineffective against this mythical behemoth.

Screams rang out as flames poured down relentlessly.

"Archers!"

"Archers!"

Count Lambad Toha of Torun lay sprawled on the battlements, his face blackened by the thick smoke.

He looked at the dragon soaring overhead, then waved and roared.

"Archers, all of you, come here!"

The allied archers around them also gathered upon hearing the count's order.

Many of the Allied soldiers were conscripted on short notice, mainly refugees fleeing from the North and the Riverlands.

Having experienced the great battle against the White Walkers, they have all become veterans.

"Raise the bow!"

Then, following the Earl's command, all the allied archers drew their bows and aimed at the giant dragon that was constantly circling and spitting fire in the sky.

Bellerion swooped down in that direction once more, carrying an unstoppable force, the dragon's roar vibrating in our ears.

"Shit!"

Count Lambard Tauhar of Toren City, gripped by fear, his facial muscles contorted, he swallowed hard, and then roared fiercely.

"Kill this beast!"

"Fire arrows!"

bang bang bang-

In an instant, the bowstrings twanged rapidly, and countless arrows rained down on the swooping dragon.

Bellerion roared once more in the face of the dense rain of arrows, showing no fear whatsoever.

Ding ding dong...

Countless arrows struck Bellerion's hard scales with a metallic clang, but they failed to penetrate his defenses and were instead deflected and fell to the ground.

Then the dragon slightly opened its massive mouth, and a dazzling crimson light appeared deep in its throat.

Despair was on the faces of Count Lambard Tauhar of Torun and the many archers of the allied forces below.

next second.

Rumbling--

A deluge of dragon flames poured down.

"Ah ah ah..."

Count Lambad Tauha and many allied soldiers let out shrill screams as their bodies twisted under the surging dragon flames and were instantly reduced to charred corpses.

Call ~

Then Bellerion's figure rose again, sweeping over the city wall and soaring into the sky amidst the raging wind.

Now the Allied soldiers finally understand what the White Walkers and Dothraki experienced when facing dragons.

The dragon flew in the sky and kept spewing fire, leaving the people below anxious but helpless. Moreover, ordinary arrows and crossbow bolts were completely ineffective against the dragon's thick scales.

This is even though Bellerion is still quite young, at most a 'teenage dragon', but its size is much larger than its age.

A dragon's life has no limit to growth; it grows with age, its scales becoming thicker and coarser than steel, to the point that even bolts fired from a giant crossbow cannot harm it.

By then, the dragons would have truly become the undisputed rulers of the skies.

The city walls were like a living hell, with raging dragon flames and billowing smoke everywhere.

And below the castle.

wow-

The rubble and dust from the ceiling fell down in a flurry, soaking everyone below the castle.

"Then... what do we do now?"

The straightforward Northerners had actually come to some extent to agree with Tywin's views, but they did not approve of his methods.

If you really want to defeat Viserys, now is the best opportunity; otherwise, once his three dragons and 60,000-strong army cross the Narrow Sea, nothing will be able to stop him.

Tywin dusted himself off, looking somewhat disheveled. Hearing the dragon roar above him, he looked up at the castle ceiling with a serious expression, took a deep breath, and then spoke.

"Bravos".

"Believe me, Lord Eddard, Braavos is one of the forces in the world that least wants to see the Targaryen family rise again."

"When the Targaryen family was at its lowest point, Braavos offered them a helping hand. However, now the Targaryen family possesses a vast army and dragons, enjoys the support of the people of Pentos, and may even challenge Braavos's position among the trading city-states."

There's a saying in free-trading cities that describes this situation: no one wants someone who was once weaker than themselves to be on top of them.

For the Braavos, this real threat was right before his eyes, forcing him to take the Targaryens seriously.

"Bravos?"

Eddard Stark frowned deeply upon hearing Tywin's words.

"Lord Tywin, how did you manage to contact Braavos?"

As one of the oldest and most prestigious noble families in Westeros history, the Stark family is very traditional.

This is reflected in Ed, who has a strong sense of honor and a fair and impartial approach to dealing with matters, and rarely takes the initiative to contact external forces.

"Do you remember that messenger from the Iron Bank?"

Tywin shook his head and spoke.

Ed suddenly realized that throughout this war, an Iron Treasury messenger had been accompanying the army, named Tetsu Nestorus.

He was also Robert's benefactor, as the Iron Bank provided numerous low-interest or even interest-free loans to help the Allied forces stop the White Walkers.

It seems that Tywin had already contacted Braavos through the other party at some point.

"But Braavos was ultimately powerless to act."

After a moment of realization and a slight frown, Ed still spoke.

Braavos is thousands of miles away from the Twins, and even though Tywin has made contact with them, Braavos is willing to ally with the Iron Throne.

But by the time the news reached the Sea King's Palace and then back, Braavos's invincible fleet had been mobilized, and by then everyone's bodies were probably already cold.

"I had already sent someone to contact the Golden Group in advance."

Tywin seemed confident, as if he had planned this all along and it was definitely not a decision made on the spur of the moment.

“These mercenaries only recognize gold; they have no sense of honor or responsibility. If we offer them high profits, we guarantee they will be tempted.”

"Then we'll just capture that daughter of Rhaegar and threaten Viserys to withdraw his troops."

...

On Dragonstone, thick smoke billows from the crater, and the silhouette of a giant dragon weaves through the smoke.

The Targaryen army was stationed on Dragonstone and Tidehead Island, with banners fluttering in the wind.

At that moment, the heavily guarded Unsullied soldiers opened the castle gates.

The commander of the Golden Company, Mistoin, hurriedly led a man into the castle.

"Your Highness, we have caught a spy."

Chapter 425 The Spy

When Mistoin escorted in a short prisoner, Rene was sitting in a study in Dragonstone Castle, engrossed in a book.

This place was once Viserys's living quarters, and many of the things he left behind still remain.

After Stannis occupied Dragonstone, he did not remove these books and writings. Instead, he left them here and used the room as his study. There are many traces of his writings in the room.

Even in many of the books Viserys read, Stannis's comments were found beneath his annotations and handwriting.

Many texts that Stannis couldn't understand were marked, and the tone of the text conveyed deep confusion.

Stannis didn't recognize what these small square characters were, but he could guess that they might represent some kind of meaning.

He commissioned Maester Cresson, who had accompanied him to Dragonstone, to study what the script was.

Scholar Clement also attached great importance to it, and specially copied these square characters to 'draw' them, but the result was somewhat unrecognizable.

Then he wrote a letter to the academy, asking for help to see if the academy could find some kind of information.

The letter from Maester Clement aroused great interest among the old scholars of the Citadel, for although they were learned in both ancient and modern times, none of them had ever seen such a script.

They can deduce from some clues that these are texts that carry some kind of information.