Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"Viserys hasn't returned for some reason..."

On the other hand, compared to the hypocritical relationship between Cersei and Robert, Catelyn and Eddard's feelings for each other were much more genuine.

"Ed".

The red-haired woman, tears streaming down her face, tightly embraced her husband, hoping that Ed would kneel down and confess in exchange for a chance to wear black.

"Kate, I understand..."

However, the Duke of Winterfell was more composed than her, embracing his wife with a complex expression on his face.

He knew his chances of survival were slim, but he couldn't bear to dampen his wife's spirits, so he could only nod silently.

...

On the distant, narrow sea.

Viserys rode on the back of a dragon, facing the sea breeze, his eyes serene.

Due to his congenital deficiency, he once infused the silver ingot with a large amount of black mist, which even affected his own promotion.

Unfortunately, the black mist wasn't very effective against the young dragon, and Viserys didn't know why.

However, not long before, Viserys saw through the eyes of the silver dragon that was standing opposite him, and that the crew on the ship called him 'Jakkun Hegar'.

This was a very familiar name, and he knew from it that something must have gone wrong on Pentos's side.

A few days later.

It was an ordinary night, and the sea was calm and still.

The distant Titans roared, and the Braavos soldiers on night watch looked bewildered.

What is that sound?

Because they haven't heard such a sound for many years.

Immediately afterwards, a colossal figure that blotted out the sky descended from the heavens, spewing forth surging dragon flames.

Rumbling--

The Titan's head crashed down, plunging into the lagoon and creating massive waves.

Chapter 458 The Night of Catastrophe

Since the end of the last 'Gulf War'.

The Braavos defeated the proud fleet of the Pentos and the Reiss on their doorstep and tasted victory.

Since then, Braavos has not engaged in any real wars with the outside world, only some insignificant minor skirmishes.

The people of Braavos seemed to have never experienced fighting on their own soil before; when the flames of war burned on their land, their people wailed in agony amidst the flames.

However, today they experienced all of these sensations at once.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, shrouded in night.

The shimmering sea reflects the beautiful night view of Braavos, a bustling city, a place of dazzling lights and extravagant revelry.

However, at that moment, a giant black dragon suddenly descended from the sky.

His dragonfire melted the stubborn rocks and destroyed the unyielding Titan, whose head fell from the sky and crashed onto the surface of the lagoon, creating a thousand waves.

Then the dragon let out a loud roar, its shadow covering the sky and the sea, flying rapidly close to the turbulent water, its wings beating and stirring up a fierce wind.

Then its ferocious head was raised high... Just before Braavos's invincible fleet could react, it suddenly spewed out dragon flames.

boom--

The raging dragon flames directly destroyed a two-masted warship of an invincible fleet, sending splinters of wood flying and the sturdy hull exploding into two pieces.

The Braavos soldiers on the ship had just crawled out of bed, not understanding what was happening, when they were engulfed in flames.

Some screamed in agony as they were engulfed in the flames, while others, their bodies ablaze, leaped into the lagoon in the hope that the seawater would extinguish the flames.

Rumbling--

However, the dragon flames continued to cleave the sea, and countless Braavos warships shattered in a straight line.

Because it was already late at night, apart from the warships that went out on patrol, all the other warships of the Invincible Fleet were docked at the arsenal.

This is the main base protecting Braavos's main port. Braavos's armory is located at the entrance to the Great Lagoon, right behind the Titans, on a fist-shaped sea reef.

Its top rock crenellations are densely covered with catapults, ballistae, and flamethrowers, forming a barrier on the Braavos Sea.

If war breaks out and the enemy invades from the sea, they can directly use the narrow passage between the Titans' legs to defend against the enemy's attack.

However, the people of Braavos never expected that the enemy would come from the sky. Perhaps they had thought of it, because the city of Braavos had been preparing to defend against the dragon's attack since its inception.

The greatest fear of these slaves, who were among the first to escape Valyria, was that their former masters would descend upon them riding dragons.

Therefore, the entire city of Braavos is composed of islands of varying sizes, with stone buildings everywhere but no trees, precisely to prevent the dragons from spewing their flames and causing devastating destruction when they attack.

The arsenal was filled with a dense array of giant crossbows pointing straight into the sky, precisely to counter the dragons that would fly in from the sea.

Unfortunately, the Braavos Armada, which had no rivals in the Narrow Sea, the Trembling Sea, and even the Summer Sea, brought long-term peace to the city, even causing the people of Braavos to lose their most basic vigilance and forget the threat posed by the dragon.

They were so engrossed in the tranquility and peace that they became arrogant, conceited, and disdainful, never imagining that one day someone would set the flames of war over the 'City of Secrets'.

Meanwhile, crimson dragon flames raining down from the sky relentlessly destroyed Braavos's ships, periodically igniting the oil stored in the ship's hold and causing even larger explosions.

Countless Braavos soldiers, trapped in the ship's hold or the arsenal port, were as if they were being fried in oil, and screamed as they jumped into the sea.

The giant crossbow pointing straight to the sky was destroyed by the raging dragon flames, and the towering catapult also collapsed with a crash, falling into the water.

The sea was burning, and the towering flames illuminated the entire sky, creating a scene resembling the end of the world.

Call ~

Viserys rode on the back of a dragon, the scorching wind howling in his ears, his silver armor gleaming on the burning sea.

He had actually wanted to take action against Bravos for a long time because the latter had repeatedly challenged his bottom line.

From the alliance of Pentos and the Iron Throne to the Faceless Men's assassination attempt and the Dothraki invasion, although Braavos handled things very cleanly and didn't catch any evidence, for some people or some things, evidence is not needed at all; what is known in one's heart is enough.

If the White Walkers hadn't resurrected prematurely and disrupted Viserys' plans, he would have had to intervene in Westeros earlier; otherwise, he would have preferred to conquer the Free Cities before taking action against the Iron Throne.

However, this time Braavos's attack on the young dragon once again crossed Viserys's bottom line.

He was no longer going to feign politeness with this unfriendly neighbor, but instead decided to use his iron fist to thoroughly inflict pain and subdue him.

"Belle Rien!"

Viserys then gripped the saddle ring, and the black dragon immediately understood.

The dragon soared rapidly above the sea, emitting a deep hiss, before flapping its wings and flying into the sky amidst a sea of ​​fire, heading straight for the bustling city center of Braavos, a city that never sleeps.

In Braavos, a brightly lit city that never sleeps.

Near the Moon Pool in the flooded town, countless assassins skilled in the 'Dance of Water' are comparing their techniques.

But at this moment they all stopped what they were doing, staring blankly at the sky, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

Their rapiers were of no use at this time.

On the sea between the islands and reefs, the world-famous socialites and courtesans of Braavos were terrified. They forgot about entertaining their patron and hurriedly ordered their pleasure boats to dock at the shore.

Meanwhile, the prostitutes at Happy Pier and Cat House stopped thrashing on their customers, climbed down, took only a blanket, and came naked to the window, then opened their mouths slightly.

"My God, by the gods..."

The bright firelight illuminated the sky, and in this night known as the Cataclysm, no Braavos resident could escape it, and it would be etched in their memory for the rest of their lives.

They never imagined that their proud and invincible fleet would one day be as fragile as a piece of paper.

Breaks with a poke.

It wasn't until this day that they understood why their ancestors were so terrified of dragons, even to the point of hiding their identities a century after they had established their lineage.

Chapter 459 Braavos's Hope

And in the Palace of Neptune, located to the north of the city of Braavos.

Because of the distance, the roar of the arsenal was barely audible here.

The Palace of the Sea King stands on the sea, composed of several islands and reefs connected by stone bridges, towering stone towers, and a magnificent dome. To the north of the Palace of the Sea King is Purple Harbor, where another part of the Invincible Fleet's ships are docked.

At that moment, hurried footsteps sounded inside the palace, sounding quite urgent.

"Lord Cleon."

Craon Meisner, the advisor to King Braavos, rushed over from outside, and the guards along the way quickly bowed in respect.

The middle-aged man, dressed in a simple gray robe, looked serious and didn't even return the greeting. Instead, he continued walking inside.

He was the same magistrate who had first brought Viserys to Pentos on his mission to Dragonstone, and later went to Pentos again to continue lobbying due to his good personal relationship with Viserys.

Thanks to these two successful diplomatic exchanges, coupled with his own considerable abilities, Cleon successfully rose from an ordinary municipal official to become the Sea King's advisor and part-time personal butler.

Now that he had come under the cover of night, Quello Valentine, as the chief swordsman of Braavos, naturally stopped him. It was the middle of the night, and the Sea King was not in good health and could not be disturbed too much.

However, when Quero heard Cleon explain his purpose, the usually calm, composed, and unflappable chief swordsman showed a look of surprise and uncertainty for the first time, and couldn't help but look up at the sky.

Then, Quello Valentine realized the seriousness of the situation. He stopped trying to stop Cleon and instead knocked on the door of the Sea King himself.

bang bang bang-

The ailing and weakened Sea King Braavos was awakened from his sleep.

"What happened?"

He also heard the roaring sounds outside, then lay pale-faced on his bed listening to Cleon's report.

His expression turned even uglier.

The dragon attacked Braavos under the cover of night. The casualty count is not yet available, but it is increasing at an alarming rate every second.

Moreover, the attacker was very rational; instead of riding a dragon to attack the residential areas of Braavos, he focused on striking Braavos' military industry.

According to rough estimates, nearly half of the Invincible Fleet's warships have been submerged in the sea, and the surface of the sea is littered with broken planks and shipwrecks.

Now, the attackers riding dragons are flying towards the center of Braavos.

The attackers riding a giant dragon...