Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Braavos Sea King's face darkened upon hearing Cleon's words. Where did this attacker riding a dragon come from? Just call him the son of the Mad King.

He hadn't expected retribution to come so quickly; the troops that went to Pentos to steal the dragon had only returned last night, and the retribution had already arrived today.

What he found even harder to accept was that the boy who had once feigned composure and traveled alone to Braavos to request aid had now returned to Braavos riding a dragon, this time bringing with him blood and fire.

"We helped him back then!"

"He was begging for our help like a little puppy!"

Lying on his hospital bed, Ferrego Antalion gasped for breath and couldn't help but speak with great emotion.

As the leader of the free trade city-states, Braavos has been the only one to attack others and spread its own ideas, systems, and consciousness over the years, demanding that other city-states follow its example and abolish slavery, but it has never allowed the flames of war to spread to Braavos's own territory.

He encountered Viserys and accomplished all of this, successfully having the dragonfire destroy the Titan's statue, thus cementing his place on the pillar of shame of the King of Braavos.

Each generation of Aquaman has a statue; those who perform well are commemorated by the people, while those who perform poorly are scorned.

Ferrego Antalion had almost imagined what would happen after his death, and then, once again unable to control his emotions, he spoke angrily.

"How dare he do this!"

However, this was immediately followed by a violent coughing fit, which even produced blood.

"Lord Neptune!"

Chief swordsman Quero Valentine felt a pang of anxiety upon seeing this and quickly stepped forward to help Ferrego by patting him on the back to calm him down.

Then she took a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of the Sea King's mouth.

"Lord Neptune, what should we do now?"

When Cleon saw Aquaman coughing up blood, his heart sank slightly, but he still asked a question.

Cleon was also aware of the theft of the young dragon; it was one of the most closely guarded plans of the Braavos leadership, as they had come to deeply feel the threat posed by the dragons.

Their anxiety was exacerbated, especially when Tetsu Nestos, the manager of the Iron Treasury in the Seven Kingdoms, recorded everything he saw and heard in the Seven Kingdoms and kept sending it back to Braavos.

In his letter, Taichu made a considerable affirmation of the dragon's power, even describing it in his own words.

'Humanity's victory over the White Walkers was entirely due to Viserys and his dragons; otherwise, I would almost certainly have witnessed the end of the world. The other hundreds of thousands of allied troops, including the countless soldiers who perished, were all just supporting characters.'

'Dragons symbolize power and ambition, growing at an astonishing rate each year, while Viserys is only seventeen or eighteen years old this year.'

The manager of the Iron Bank wrote a letter expressing his most genuine feelings, but he did not expect it to exacerbate the anxiety of the Braavos leadership.

They believed that obtaining the dragon and mastering its power was an urgent matter that needed to be done.

They mobilized all the Faceless Ones to ensure the success of the plan, while also attempting to frame Valantis, whose interest in dragons was obvious. However, the other party not only didn't fall for their trick, but also easily found them.

"How to do?"

"If we hand over the baby dragon now, will he let us go?"

Braavos, the Sea King, spoke with a gloomy expression, leaving Cleon speechless. Knowing Viserys as he did, he knew this matter wouldn't be resolved so easily.

"The young dragon is Braavos's hope."

"We must not hand over the baby dragon unless he can find out where it is hiding."

Then Ferrego Antalion gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Try to kill him with a giant crossbow; if that fails, trick him into coming down..."

Then Aquaman glanced at Quero Valentine, and the chief swordsman's expression immediately tightened slightly. He understood and nodded.

"Understood, Lord Neptune."

However, just as the three were plotting their next move in the Sea King's Palace, a dragon's roar suddenly rang out overhead.

Chapter 460 Underground Palace

Viserys, riding a dragon, launched a night raid on Braavos, stirring up trouble everywhere.

In the city of Braavos, far from the Neptune's Palace, on a remote island, a secret passage leads directly underground to a hidden palace within the city, connected by tunnels.

Several silver-haired, purple-eyed people were gathered here, looking anxious and unsure of what was about to happen. Among them were men and women, ranging from thin young men to white-haired old men.

Braavos's higher-ups brought in several descendants of ancient Valyrian nobles whose direct lineages had long since perished, though they were related by blood in some way.

These people were considered 'dragon offspring' by Braavos, who had gathered them long ago in the hope of controlling the dragons through their bloodline.

The young dragon stolen from Pentos is now hidden in this underground palace. Its feet are bound by chains, but because it cannot breathe fire, its mouth has been freed.

Rumbling--

Then the heavy underground stone door was pushed open, and the first ray of light entered the dark and silent underground palace.

With chains binding its feet, the silver dragon lying on the ground opened its clear eyes and looked up at the source of the light.

In the distant sky, Viserys seemed to sense something and turned to look in one direction.

"Lord Ighalo, this is..."

A young Valyrian trembled as he saw the shadowy figure looming in the darkness, thinking the Braavos officer intended to feed them all to the beasts.

"Look closely, this is a dragon."

The Braavos man, known as Ighalo, wearing a cloak and leather boots, and carrying a torch, cautiously walked forward and then spoke.

"Haven't you always claimed to be from the Belleris family? Shouldn't that be your dream?"

"Boy."

Although it was just a baby a few months old, a dragon is a dragon. They are born with unparalleled hunting abilities. Its teeth are strong enough to tear apart tough cowhide and kill an adult water buffalo.

This was determined by the Braavos after the young dragons arrived, and according to the only Faceless One who survived, it was even the weakest of the five young dragons.

This is fucking a bastard life.

Upon hearing this news, Ighalo lamented that dragons should never have existed in this world, as they posed too great a threat to other creatures.

Upon hearing what Ihalo said, and as they approached, the torches illuminated some creature in the shadows, and everyone's eyes lit up when they saw the young dragon before them.

"It really is a dragon!"

Their ancestors all came from the Dragon-Riding Clan. Some were branches of the clan, while others were even noble members of the Dragon-Riding Clan who, when they went out to seduce women or prostitutes, did not take proper precautions and accidentally left behind dragon offspring.

The fathers of these children were unaware that they had fathered an illegitimate child at some point in time.

This situation is more common in places like Valantis, Ries, Telos, Dragonstone, and Tidehead Island.

Among this group was one from Dragonstone. When the Targaryen family was the royal family of the Seven Kingdoms, countless girls wanted to climb into their beds.

Therefore, over the years, the Targaryen family has had many illegitimate children. In the later Civil War, the Dance of the Dragons, there were too many dragons and not enough dragon riders, so they selected talents from this group of "dragons" in the hope of controlling the dragons in battle.

The Braavos leadership borrowed this method in an attempt to control the dragon.

"That's right, it's a baby dragon."

"Your chance has come."

The brown-skinned Braavos man held up his torch, his gaze sweeping over the group of silver-haired, purple-eyed men, women, and children of all ages. They were good for nothing except their noble lineage.

Before the Braavos found them, many of these people were on the verge of starvation and could only rely on their appearance to deceive others.

Ighalo then continued speaking.

"As long as you can gain the dragon's trust and become its partner, you can become a true dragon knight and change your destiny."

Becoming a dragon knight and restoring the glory of their ancestors was undoubtedly the greatest dream of these Valyrian descendants, and Iharo's subsequent words ignited their passion even more.

Have you heard of Viserys?

All the silver-haired, purple-eyed Valyrian remnants had their eyes light up.

They had naturally heard of Viserys. The Targaryen family was arguably the most successful family since the fall of Valyrian Freehold, enjoying immense prestige as rulers of the Seven Kingdoms.

However, although the results of success are tempting, a dragon is still a dragon, and even a young dragon is extremely dangerous.

“The old man is not young, so let him die. I will give it a try.”

While everyone else hesitated, one of the elderly Valyrian survivors was the first to raise his hand.

He received a nod from Ighalo, and then slowly walked towards the silver ingot.

All eyes were on him, eager to see his outcome.

Then they saw the white-haired old man actually walk up to the young dragon's side.

The silver dragon seemed to have a good temper. Its clear eyes gazed quietly at the old man in front of it, and it hummed softly twice. Only when the old man reached out to touch it did it raise its head and let out a low growl of warning.

Young dragons do not allow others to touch them.

"It failed."

The old man sighed softly. Not being able to gain the young dragon's approval was enough to put his mind at ease. He didn't force it and retreated instead.

Seeing that the old man had escaped unscathed without encountering any danger, all the remaining Valyrian survivors were excited, at least they had a chance to try and approach the young dragon.

"I'll do it!"

The silver-haired, purple-eyed youth who had spoken first was the second to step forward, rubbing his hands together as if eager to try.

He answered so quickly that it frustrated those who didn't get a chance to answer.

After receiving Iharo's nod, the Valyrian remnant from Terossi walked towards the silver dragon.

"What's its name?"

"I don't know, you can try giving it a new name."

Iharo shook his head. The young man shrugged slightly upon hearing his words, then looked at the young dragon and gave what he considered a handsome smile.

Then he reached out to touch the young dragon's head, while Silver Nugget remained lying on the ground, its feet chained, its eyes silently watching the other, before also letting out a low growl of warning.

Chapter 461 Initiating Demonic Transformation

It was too lazy to pay attention to these people approaching, but it wouldn't allow their tainted blood to touch it.

However, the silver-haired young man paused slightly after hearing the young dragon's warning growl.

He gritted his teeth and continued forward with a desperate gamble. The young dragon had a good temper, but the temptation of success was too great, causing him to lose his mind for a moment.

Ighalo, who was watching from the back, was completely focused on everything and did not say anything to stop the other party.