Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The second measure was to strip traditional nobles of their autonomy, as nobles once held absolute control over their fiefdoms.

They can even enact their own laws, conscript troops, collect taxes, and wage wars against other countries at will.

The two families fought each other within the kingdom's system, and their lords had the power to make them sit down and mediate, or watch them fight to the death and consolidate their own influence.

Even the kings of the seven kingdoms were merely nominal rulers, essentially high-ranking nobles.

If the local vassals under his rule rebel, his title of king will instantly become meaningless, and the situation of powerful vassals and a weak monarch will often occur.

Therefore, Viserys was well aware of the drawbacks of the Westeros aristocratic system. Long-established noble families were the biggest obstacle to social development. Thus, from the time his power was first established, Viserys began to reform the region and carefully designed a system suitable for the unique culture of this world.

The newly promoted nobles were all commoners and wandering knights, so they naturally had no objections or resistance to the changes.

But for the traditional nobles of Westeros, especially those with a history spanning thousands of years, Viserys's reforms were like a knife cutting into their very lifeline.

Military power was entirely transferred to the king, and taxes were to be paid to the national treasury in proportion to the revenue. The remaining amount belonged to the nobles, who were essentially reduced to local officials.

Some even jumped up and down, cursing Viserys for destroying the foundation of all nobility, saying his madness was even greater than his father's. However, the person who said this had already jumped into the river and committed suicide.

Viserys' reforms hung like a sword over the heads of all the nobles, ready to fall at any moment.

Therefore, with the war situation still unclear, the nobles of the seven kingdoms will not be willing to surrender easily and be slaughtered at will.

Randy Tully's words reaffirmed the resolve of those present, which had been wavering.

Yes, that's right.

"agree."

"I agree."

They must unite to resist Viserys.

This matter concerns the survival of the family, and none of them want to become sinners in the family's history.

"My lords, please think about this."

“Those filthy peasants, those lowly people, will one day sit in the halls just like us.”

"We should even politely address him as 'Sir'?"

"But he doesn't even know how to use a knife and fork, because his whore mother ate with her hands from the moment he was born!"

The elderly Earl of Red Fortress, Horton Redford, with his graying hair, spoke in a hoarse voice.

"impossible!"

"That day will absolutely never come."

His words were immediately answered by Earl Mattus Rowan of Golden Tree City, who was fully armed, one hand on the hilt of his sword, and spoke with a serious expression.

Although Earl of Golden Tree City was widely loved, he still took a clear stance on this issue, representing the interests of the great nobles.

Nobles are nobles; they are born noble, while commoners are commoners; they are born with a lowly fate.

"Just thinking about such a scene makes me want to vomit."

Another nobleman in the room shook his head and joined in the jeering.

“If that’s the case, my dog ​​can also be called an ‘adult’.”

"Then I'll go back and ask my horse if it wants to be an 'adult'?"

The room erupted in laughter, instantly dispelling the tense atmosphere.

Standing before the king's bed, Stannis, who was usually stern and unsmiling, couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head slightly upon hearing these words.

"This is absurd."

"Old Marquis Walder Frey is right. Viserys truly deserves to be called the son of the Mad King; he is even more insane than his father."

How could nobles be lumped together with commoners?

Randyll Tarly's words seemed to ignite the atmosphere among the allied nobles, who all became indignant, believing that Viserys's audacity was even more insane than that of his father, the Mad King.

Many nobles even hesitated to speak in Robert's presence, remaining silent.

But they argued that if Viserys wanted them to surrender, he had to argue at the negotiating table that Westeros should maintain its 'noble traditions' and remain unaffected by the changes in the East, otherwise these nobles would rather fight to the last man.

Only Tywin, Eddard, and Robert on his sickbed in the room did not show any smiles.

Tywin was still considering the current crisis, while Ed was thinking about what Robert had just said.

Robert was the one who could empathize the most, as Viserys was doing what every king had wanted to do.

However, constrained by the daunting resistance, no monarch has dared to attempt to shatter the wheels of aristocratic autocracy and replace it with a more powerful and centralized system of government.

If Viserys had succeeded, he might have become a figure who would be remembered for all time, like Azor Ahai, Brandon the Builder, or the Grey Sea King.

Robert looked slightly dazed, and the arrow wound in his right chest was still throbbing.

And on the second day.

At dawn, horns suddenly sounded in Flowing City.

The endless Dothraki began to move at dawn.

However, instead of launching a direct assault on the seemingly impregnable Flowing City, they bypassed the river and headed straight for the allied camp outside Flowing City.

"Roar roar roar~"

Ten thousand horses galloped across the land, and the Dothraki roared as they charged forward.

Last night, Viserys sent a letter to Riverrun demanding their surrender and the surrender of Robert Baratheon, Tywin Lannister, and Eddard Stark, among other notorious criminals.

However, he was met with a firm refusal from Lord Horst Tully of Riverrun.

And they told Viserys that he should take the barbarians and dragons out of Westeros and never come back, or they would kill the dragons and the barbarians.

Viserys assured the Lord of Riverrun, the Protector of the Riverlands, that the Tully bloodline would be extinguished, and Riverrun would be reduced to ruins, disappearing forever from the annals of history.

Chapter 431 The Battle of Flowing City

"Form ranks!"

"Form ranks!"

Faced with the overwhelming Dothraki cavalry, a flurry of commands rang out from the allied camp surrounding the Red Fork River.

The nobles of the Seven Kingdoms swore an oath to defend against the attacks of dragons and barbarians, to protect the traditional honor of Westeros as defenders of the civilized world.

The Dothraki's attack methods are flexible and varied, like a predator eyeing its prey, constantly stimulating and wearing them down until they are exhausted, then biting off their necks.

"Roar roar roar~"

The Dothraki, mounted on their warhorses and brandishing scimitars, circled the allied forces, their piercing howls putting immense psychological pressure on the soldiers.

The dragon hovered in the sky, its wings flapping as it swept over the heads of the allied forces, sending chills down their spines.

bang——

bang——

The bowstrings of the allied forces twanged, and the bolts fired from two giant crossbows pierced the air with a sharp sound, flying straight into the sky, but they missed their mark by a great distance.

Call ~

The black dragon spread its wings and soared in the sky. It was far from the ground, and the crossbow's aim was extremely unpredictable. To hit the dragon, one had to predict its position in advance and judge the effect of the wind at high altitude on the crossbow bolt. Luck played a larger role.

Actually, the best opportunity to hit a dragon with a giant crossbow is when the dragon flies down and breathes fire. The closer you are, the greater the chance of hitting it and the more damage you will inflict on the dragon.

A dozen or so giant crossbows firing at close range might result in one or two bolts hitting Bellerion.

During the Battle of the Twins, this was how they caught the enemy off guard. Unfortunately, they didn't hit the dragon's vital points. The other parts were covered with thick scales, so even if the crossbow bolts pierced through, it was difficult to cause much damage. It was like being pricked by a needle, completely useless.

The allied forces' use of giant crossbows to fire arrows was also a test, hoping to scare away the dragon.

Unfortunately, Bellerion showed no fear whatsoever, instead reminding it of some unpleasant memories.

"Ho-"

The dragon soared through the sky, its deep roar carrying far and wide.

On the ground, Viserys rode a snow-white warhorse with a coat as white as brocade, a tall and strong body, and piercing eyes.

This warhorse had been with Viserys for many years, but since Viserys could ride dragons, he had rarely fought alongside his companion.

Today, Viserys decided to take matters into his own hands and let Bellerion play freely.

woo-

A desolate horn sounded in the distance, and Viserys' white horse trotted restlessly, seemingly eager to gallop.

He was dressed in bright Valyrian steel armor and held a long spear made of pure steel. With a thud, the grip of the spear gently slammed into the ground, stirring up dust.

His strength has long since surpassed the extraordinary, and he is now close to the next level. The wooden spear shaft used by ordinary people is naturally no longer suitable for him, and he does not need to use the spear shaft to deflect force. He can easily wield a pure steel spear weighing dozens of kilograms.

“Kao”.

Kagor, who was following Viserys, was dressed in animal skin armor, his legs, bound by his horse's mane, tightly gripping his horse's belly. He carried a Valyrian steel scimitar in his hand and a bow and arrows on his back, and his warhorse seemed eager to ride.

Kago turned to look at Viserys beside him, while Viserys gazed into the distance, tightened the reins of his warhorse, and finally nodded slightly.

next second.

Ugh~

The horns finally sounded in the Dothraki camp.

"Roar roar roar~"

The Dothraki, surrounding the allied camp from all sides, surged towards the central allied formation like a rising tide.

Rumbling--

The thunderous hooves vibrated in their ears, and the earth trembled slightly. The Allied soldiers formed ranks, gripping their spears and shields tightly. They swallowed hard, feeling the pebbles in the grass beneath their feet gently bobbing.

"Everyone!"

"Raise your shields!"

Lord Tywin Lannister, clad in dark gold armor and a red cloak, rode his warhorse, surveying the battle lines and personally directing the fight.

The king was still resting in Riverrun, and Tywin Lannister was the acting commander. His face was serious and meticulous, and he seemed to have no fear at all, with his red cloak fluttering in the wind.

"Raise your shields!"