Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Viserys shone his torch and saw countless bookshelves inside, some filled with books, while others had collapsed, scattering precious texts all over the floor.

The White Walkers wouldn't read these books, nor would they deliberately destroy them if they had nothing better to do.

Viserys wandered around inside for a short while, then came out.

"According to legend, during the Dance of the Dragons, Prince Jecharis Valerian visited Winterfell on his dragon Wormax to discuss military matters with Kregan Stark."

"Wormax laid a dragon egg in the underground hot springs of Winterfell."

"Can you sense where this dragon egg is, Bellerion?"

Viserys emerged from the Book Tower in Winterfell, holding a torch, and asked.

"Ho?"

Bellerion raised his head slightly, a look of confusion appearing on his ferocious dragon face.

Chapter 501 Beyond the Great Wall

"Oh?"

Even without seeing the puzzled look on Bellerion's face, Viserys knew from the telepathic connection between the two that Bellerion hadn't sensed anything.

The earliest rumors of a dragon egg in Winterfell date back to the time of Viserys I and the Dance of the Dragons.

Viserys, holding a torch aloft, stepped out of the Book Tower and headed towards what should be the main castle of Winterfell, diagonally opposite it, speaking as he went.

Bellerion is very intelligent; its current intelligence is no less than that of a human teenager, and it is still not an adult despite its current size.

Viserys liked to talk to him when he had nothing else to do; the man and the dragon were partners and friends.

Because of the bond of spiritual connection, Belerien was able to understand what Viserys said and memorize this knowledge, thus acquiring the wisdom of a dragon that could live for a long time.

Viserys also learned about the rumor that Winterfell possessed a dragon egg from the Red Keep's library. Thanks to his powerful mental abilities, Viserys could remember everything he saw or heard, even without paying attention or multitasking.

"Back then, there was a jester in the Red Keep whose name was 'Mushroom,' and yes, he was a dwarf."

Viserys spoke, his voice echoing through the silent Winterfell, then, seeing that Balerion seemed somewhat puzzled by the word, he explained.

"Tyrion, you've met him before."

"That short guy."

Balerion could still understand names, and after hearing Viserys' explanation, he immediately understood. Tyrion had left a slight impression on him.

Because humans are like 'tiny little beans' in its eyes, and when Balerion first met Tyrion, he was surprised to find that the other party was actually 'tiniest of tiny beans', and he was not a human child, but an adult.

I don't know why animals can distinguish so clearly between human children and adults; perhaps the eyes of children are purer than those of adults.

"This Red Keep jester named Mushroom is only three feet tall with a huge head. He claims to have an exceptionally good memory, but during his time living in the Red Keep, he was treated like a fool by everyone else, so no one dared to peek into his life and he witnessed many conspiracies."

"Later, he dictated to a scribe who recorded many royal secrets that had never been told before. This book is called 'The Mushroom's Testimony'."

"The earliest rumors of Wormax laying one or more dragon eggs in Winterfell originated here, but this has never been confirmed."

"However, much of the content in this book, 'The Testimony of the Mushroom,' is filled with numerous erotic stories between royalty and nobility, presented in an exaggerated manner, and much of it has been disproven."

"Dr. Galdan of the City of the Citadel, author of books such as Blood and Fire, Princess and Queen, The Prodigal Prince, and Son of the Dragon, quoted this dwarf and thought he was talking nonsense."

"Because Wormax is a male dragon."

At this point, Viserys couldn't help but chuckle. Belerion was a male dragon, and if anyone tried to force it to lay eggs, Belerion would probably bite them to death.

Meanwhile, Viserys had already pushed open the gates of Winterfell's main castle. The castle was still sturdy enough that the roof hadn't collapsed under the weight of the snow, but the inside was also a mess, still bearing the marks of the fierce battle that had taken place there.

At that moment, a dark shadow that had been lying on the windowsill behind Viserys suddenly pounced down. It had blue eyes, let out a sharp cry, and opened its mouth to bite at Viserys's throat.

"Ok?"

But Viserys reacted quickly, easily dodging the attack, and then looked at the other person with his pale purple eyes.

As Viserys turned around, a figure behind him suddenly let out a shriek and pounced.

It turns out there was more than one shadow hidden inside the main castle!

But then, an astonishing scene unfolded: the first shadow that attacked Viserys suddenly howled and pounced on the second shadow, swatting off its head with a single claw.

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He then dismantled his own head, which also turned into a pile of scattered bones.

These are two wights; their bodies were already dead, and the last vestiges of their power, the power of the Frost God, had been extinguished by Viserys.

But perhaps because the ghoul had started to develop a brain, it remained silent and even tried to ambush Viserys from behind.

Perhaps for other reasons, it just happened to be trapped inside the main castle of Winterfell and unable to get out, and then Viserys happened to come and open the door, which startled him.

However, at that moment, Belerion, who was lying in the square outside Winterfell, let out a deep growl. Viserys sensed what Belerion wanted to express and was slightly taken aback.

"You mean there might have been dragon eggs here before, but they've disappeared?"

The aura of a dragon can linger in one place for a very long time, decades or even centuries. This can also be called a trace of magic. Humans cannot detect it, but dragons can sense each other if they are focused.

Therefore, every dragon that has lived for a long time is itself a living history.

Winterfell's existence is intertwined with the long history of Westeros, and thus many of the most famous historical events bear its imprint.

Viserys didn't know which dragon egg had been stored in Winterfell—was it truly Wormax's? Or Messalia's? Or perhaps the dragon egg lost by Rhaenyah or Prince Merar?

But who took it from it later?

The Targaryen ancestors lost too many dragon eggs, and now they are lost somewhere in the world.

However, the secrets of Winterfell may be revealed when Viserys leads his army back there; he doesn't have time to dig them out bit by bit right now.

He then visited the crypts of Winterfell, which were deep pits, but all the people who once lay there had vanished.

Viserys found a reasonably clean room in Winterfell and rested for the night. The next morning, he and Balerion set off again.

They flew over the vast wolf forests, over towering mountain ridges, and finally traversed the magnificent Great Wall of Despair.

At that moment, the branch Viserys was holding suddenly emitted a golden light.

The silver-haired youth took it out of his pocket, and the branch of the heart tree immediately burst into flames, scattering into countless golden specks of light.

The Heart Tree showed him the correct direction to find the Three-Eyed Raven, and Viserys also saw a picture through these countless points of light.

An endless army of the dead is besieging an ancient tree.

Chapter 502 Rescue the Ancient Tree

"Oh?"

Viserys was slightly taken aback when he saw the fleeting scene before him, but then he sensed the anxiety on the other side of the specks of light.

"Is the Night King besieging the Three-Eyed Raven?"

Viserys suddenly felt that he had seen this scene before. It seemed that the Night King really had a deep-seated hatred for 'Blood Raven' Brynden Rivers, or more accurately, a deep-seated hatred for the Old Gods behind him. He was determined to kill him.

"No wonder he was in such a hurry to find me; it seems he had already seen this scene."

The Old Gods possess the ability to travel through the past, and can also glimpse a little bit of the future.

He may have already foreseen that he would be found by the White Walkers, and even that Viserys would not set off immediately after receiving the plea for help, but would arrive at the Wall at some point, precisely when he was most vulnerable to siege.

The Three-Eyed Raven's anxious tone stemmed from the fact that Viserys was traversing the future, and the countless possible points in time were all too intricate; if he were even a step too late, he would likely meet a violent end.

"This is too mysterious; it's the power of the Old Gods."

However, he was certain that Viserys wouldn't stand idly by and watch someone die. Although he was somewhat wary of the Old Gods' abilities, based on his preconceived notions, the Three-Eyed Raven didn't seem to be a villain at all; on the contrary, he actively embraced justice.

Of course, in this world, good and evil are relative positions. Some people are driven by ideals, some by ambition, and some simply want to protect their families.

The silver-haired youth riding on the dragon's back received the three-eyed raven's distress call, pondered for a moment, and then did not hesitate.

"Set off."

"Belle Rien".

He pressed the saddle ring on the dragon's back and, following the direction indicated by the Three-Eyed Raven, had Bellerion carry him there.

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The wind howled in my ears, and large, fluffy snowflakes kept falling from the sky.

The location of the Heart Tree seems to be a very mysterious and special realm, difficult for ordinary people to explore, and it is connected to this land, constantly changing, and its location is not fixed.

That's why the Night King went to great lengths to find the Three-Eyed Raven, eventually finding him through some mysterious connection.

Viserys rode his dragon across the Ghostwood, a forest covered in hardy plants. He vaguely remembered a wild man named Caster who seemed to have built a 'fortress' there, but it was too small for Viserys to see in the sky.

The black dragon then carried him over the Fist of the First Men. Ever since flying over the Great Wall, Bellerion had been on high alert.

The dragon was extremely sensitive to the presence of magic. After crossing the Great Wall and arriving in the borderlands, Bellerion seemed to sense some kind of inexplicable threat, forcing this overlord of the sky to become cautious.

The world beyond the Wall hides astonishing secrets, and according to ancient Valyrian prophecies, Westeros harbors a crisis that could destroy the world. This has prevented the Dragon Lords from easily setting foot on this land, and they have only stopped at Dragonstone.

After Bellerion flew over the Fist of the First Men, the world before him suddenly opened up.

This towering ridge, majestic and imposing, is covered with snow that never melts. It is known as the Frost Fang, and from here lies the frozen coast and even the legendary land of eternal winter, a place no one can ever set foot in.

Now, the mountains and plains are covered with a dark army of the dead. These ghouls crossed the Neck Marsh and fought two major battles with the human alliance on the banks of the Green Fork River before being defeated. They retreated to the north of the Neck Marsh and unexpectedly gathered here.

They were besieging a towering, golden tree growing atop a mountain ridge. The tree's branches swayed constantly, scattering golden light that prevented the army of ghouls from getting close.

Viserys, high in the sky, despite the blinding blizzard, spotted the heart tree at a glance.

“There it is.”

Logically speaking, such a dazzling heart tree, growing on the top of a snow-covered mountain ridge, should be exceptionally conspicuous, visible from miles away.

However, few of the savages who have lived here for years have actually seen this sacred tree, and it took the Night King and hundreds of thousands of wights a long time to search the mountains and plains of the borderlands before they finally managed to find its trace.

On the ground.

The Night King, crowned with ice, seemed to hear the roar of a dragon in the clouds.

He suddenly raised his head and looked south, his eyes burning with icy blue flames.

His ice crown, which had been damaged in the last great battle with Viserys, had returned to the Wall, and the Night King seemed to have repaired it.

However, upon closer inspection, one can still find numerous tiny cracks on it, indicating that the Night King has not yet fully repaired it.