Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

They already know that this dragon has a good temper and a gentle nature.

But what if we provoke it?

He wanted to know the outcome of provoking the young dragon, and the outcome was revealed the next second.

The silver dragon let out a low, warning growl, but the other party did not heed it. Then, the hiss in its throat turned dangerous, and its clear eyes turned into dangerous vertical pupils.

Caught off guard, the silver ingot suddenly opened its jaws and bit down on the young man's head.

click -

The young dragon's sharp teeth tore through his skin, and its terrifying bite force easily crushed the hardest human skull, causing a horrifying chewing sound to suddenly resound in the underground palace.

"this…"

Ighalo's expression turned slightly solemn; this was the first time the silver dragon had killed someone.

He instinctively had a bad feeling. He held the torch in one hand and gripped the hilt of his sword tightly in the other, staring intently at the silver dragon that had suddenly become violent.

All the Valyrian survivors were terrified, not knowing what had happened. The young man's hand was still outstretched, and his headless body lay limply on the ground.

However, the next second, the sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out.

"Ho-"

The silver nugget suddenly let out an angry roar, and it pounced in front of everyone with a speed that was almost like a phantom.

Its dull silver scales seemed to shimmer and shine.

The black mist hidden within its body was activated, and a thin layer of black mist swirled around it, but it did not attract attention in the dark environment.

It seemed to have been waiting for this moment for a long time, ever since it was the weakest of its siblings and was bullied every day.

Adding to the series of shocks experienced after being attacked and captured, this was a magical journey that no young dragon had ever experienced. The most primal instincts within the gentle young dragon were aroused, and the restless black mist became its aid, helping it to unleash its inner evil without restraint.

It opened its blood-red maw, revealing sharp teeth. An immense killing intent surged within the silver dragon. It wanted to tear these despicable humans apart, but it was tightly bound by iron chains.

The baby dragon pounced so fast that even the Shadow Lynx couldn't match its speed.

"what--"

Everyone was taken aback by the sudden change, including the brown-skinned Braavos.

He drew his longsword and gripped the hilt tightly, the torch in his hand nearly falling from his grasp.

Fortunately, the baby dragon's feet were chained, which limited its leaping distance and prevented it from getting close to the group.

Everyone was startled, but their anger quickly turned into fury.

"It's all that damned guy's fault; he's the one who angered the young dragon."

The remaining Valyrians who had not attempted to approach the young dragon spoke angrily.

The young dragon clearly showed resistance just now; he even tried to touch the other party.

It was this behavior that angered the young dragon, which resulted in its head being bitten off. It truly deserved to die. They did not blame the young dragon for killing, but rather blamed its own companion.

Iharo's expression was also somewhat gloomy; he thought so too. He glanced at the ferocious young dragon, then turned around, about to warn the rest of them.

You can approach the baby dragon, but you must not provoke it.

However, just as Iharo opened his mouth to speak, the silver dragon seemed to suddenly become much quieter, with black mist quietly swirling around its body.

"Ok?"

Ighalo turned his head slightly.

Then they saw the young dragon open its mouth and let out a deep roar, and a point of light suddenly appeared in the center of its throat.

"Oops!"

Ighalo's hair stood on end, but he was a beat too slow to react.

He saw the baby dragon open its mouth and turn its head. Before he could dodge, a mouthful of dragonfire was sprayed into his face.

boom--

The fire suddenly blazed up in the cramped, dimly lit underground palace.

"what!!!"

The brown-skinned Braavos officer was hit head-on by the dragonfire, with no chance to dodge. He let out a shrill scream, struggled in the flames, and then collapsed to the ground.

The rest of the Valyrian remnants were terrified by this sight. They turned to run away, but they couldn't outrun the dragon's breath.

The silver scales covering the silver block reflected a brilliant light in the raging flames. It roused itself and spewed dragonfire, burning all the humans who had tried to humiliate it to ashes.

Meanwhile, the Braavos soldiers on the ground, who were guarding the entrance to the underground palace, seemed to have heard screams coming from below.

"Huh? What happened?"

"Has something unexpected happened to Lord Iharo?"

The soldiers exchanged glances, and then two soldiers, holding onto their sword hilts, tried to go down and take a look.

However, just as they were about to step down the steps and push open the stone door, the heavy stone door was suddenly smashed open from the inside.

boom--

The stone gate collapsed with a crash, sending rubble and debris flying everywhere.

"Ho-"

The silver dragon was chained to its feet, with two pieces of rubble pulled off at the ends of the chains. It suddenly smashed open the stone door with a roar, opened its blood-red maw, and spewed out tiny dragon flames once again.

Call ~

Caught off guard, the Braavos soldiers screamed in agony amidst the dragon flames before collapsing to the ground.

"Oops!"

"The baby dragon has escaped! Sound the alarm immediately!"

Then the alarm sounded immediately. This place where the young dragon was imprisoned was not guarded by just a few soldiers. Then the bell tolled.

However, the silver ingot had already smashed through the ceiling of the house, making a loud hissing sound, and flew into the sky, dragging two chains behind it.

Whizzing--

Several crossbow bolts flew past the young dragon, but missed. The black mist only fueled its deeper killing intent.

He swooped down from the sky, and dragon flames erupted once more, engulfing the soldiers below.

"what--"

After escaping, Silver Nuggets went on a killing spree in Braavos.

Meanwhile, the dragon flames spewed by Bellerion were many times larger than those of the young dragon. Thick, bright crimson pillars of fire relentlessly pounded around the magnificent Sea King's Palace, visible even from a great distance.

The guards and servants inside the Sea King's Palace hid behind the city walls and towers, but it was as if they were frogs being boiled in hot water. The surrounding temperature was so high that it could almost melt solid rocks.

Their bodies were rapidly losing moisture, being roasted alive by the dragon flames, emitting a greasy aroma, and they couldn't even utter a scream.

Rumbling--

Flames soared into the sky, rubble flew everywhere, and the towering tower of the Sea King's Palace collapsed with a roar, crashing into the sea and stirring up rolling waves.

Braavos was determined to kill Belial with his giant crossbow, but the darkness became the black dragon's best disguise.

Furthermore, Viserys had no intention of negotiating, and the white flag raised in the Neptune's Palace was instantly melted away.

Chapter 462 The Collapse of the Sea King's Palace

Rumbling--

The sound of the Neptune's palace collapsing in the distance carried far into the silent night.

If the dragon's burning of the Titans and the armory happened in the far suburbs of Braavos and had little impact on the city center, now almost all the residents of Braavos have been awakened from their sleep.

Everyone came to the window or went outside, looking up at the scene before them in disbelief, some even pinching themselves to see if they were dreaming.

Braavos has been invaded?

Near the flooded town, the old clothes vendors' docks are frequented by merchants and sailors from all over the world, some from Meereen, some from the Stormlands, Valanthi, and even the Summer Islands and the Iban.

They had all sorts of hairstyles, skin colors, and cultures, and they had all traveled thousands of miles by boat to Braavos to exchange goods and trade.

As the most powerful free trade city-state in terms of overall strength, coupled with the abolition of slavery and its unique geographical location at the confluence of the Trembling Sea and the Narrow Sea, it welcomed merchants from all over the world.

Braavos was seen as the center of world trade, a beacon of civilization, order, and freedom, a place that people from backward regions longed for.

However, these people of all colors and from all kinds of civilizations are now gathered in the open area of ​​the dock, while in the distance, the wreckage of the Invincible Fleet is burning on the surface of the Grand Lagoon, illuminating the sky.

They stared in horror at the enormous shadow looming overhead and the dragon's roar that seemed to come from nowhere.

The night became the best cover for the black dragon. As Bellerion roared across the sky, only under the moonlight could his enormous, sky-covering figure be seen.

It spread its wings and raised its head, then a torrent of dragon flames descended upon it, and the Sea King's Palace wailed under the dragon's breath before collapsing with a deafening roar.

As the Palace of the Sea King collapsed and crashed into the sea, the lofty symbol of freedom and civilization that Braavos held for so long, hidden in the hearts of these merchants from all over the world, with all kinds of hair and skin colors, also crumbled.

The Braavos defenders, who had finally recovered, launched a counterattack. Countless giant crossbows roared into the sky, and the whistling of the bolts reached everyone's ears.

However, they missed Bellerion. The black dragon's sharp eyes clearly identified any weapons on the ground that could pose a threat to it, even in the darkness. A deluge of dragon flames descended, accompanied by explosions and screams.

If Braavos is a tiger with fangs, then Bellerion is now playing the role of a dentist, removing these threats and turning it into a toothless, sick cat.

"It seems Viserys is determined to destroy Braavos."

In the tunnels of the Sea King, the rumbling sound of the Sea King's palace collapsing overhead continued to echo. Chief Swordsman Quello Valentine supported Sea King Braavos, with Cleon following on either side of him.

"Bravos has been around for almost a thousand years. Is it going to be destroyed by my hand today?"

Former King of Braavos, Ferrego Antalion, was undoubtedly a mature and steady sage. However, after falling seriously ill, his once meticulous planning disappeared, replaced by a series of unconventional actions.

Cleon shook his head slightly upon hearing Aquaman's words.

"Destroying a city is far easier than building one, and he is now on the crucial path to conquering the seven kingdoms."

"Perhaps Viserys doesn't want to destroy Braavos, but rather to put me to death and give the people of Braavos a stern warning."

"The future for his great cause is... submission or death."

Clion's words made Aquaman's expression even more unpleasant.

However, at that moment, a cacophony of footsteps came from the tunnel extending from His Highness the Sea King, and torches lit up the dim environment.