Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"Roar--"

Then, a thunderous roar echoed through the white snowstorm.

Bellerion's eyes gleamed with a scarlet light, and his massive black body emerged from the clouds and snowstorm.

His scales reflected the light, then he opened his mouth wide, a dazzling light ignited in his throat, and dragon flames poured down in an instant.

Bellerion was still vengeful; he immediately set his sights on his old rival.

This is the only monster that can remain unharmed by its dragonfire, and the monster's abilities have made it wary.

Rumbling--

The surging dragon flames engulfed the ghouls on the ground, and a large number of ghouls that were besieging the Heart Tree were instantly reduced to ashes.

Meanwhile, the golden heart tree continued to sway its branches, drooping down golden specks of light for self-protection, seemingly trembling as if afraid that Bellerion might accidentally set it ablaze with a burst of dragon fire.

No matter how mysterious this ancient heart tree may be, its essence is still a tree, because no piece of wood is immune to fire.

"Great!"

"We're saved!"

Beneath this ancient, golden heart tree, a short, slender girl with large ears and dark brown skin like a doe, wrapped in leaves, cheered joyfully.

Her voice was sweet and high-pitched with a special rhythm, and her eyes, a wonderful blend of gold and green, were long and narrow like a kitten's eyes.

Brown, red, and gold hair was a messy tangled mess, covered with grapevines, twigs, and withered flowers.

Her companion, another girl who looked similar to the young woman, was completely bewildered by her words, but that didn't stop her from looking up at the giant dragon in the sky above with a terrified expression.

The weirwood tree fears fire, and she was just as afraid; she feared that the other party would burn down their home.

Chapter 503 Children of the Forest

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As the dragon's fiery breath subsided, vast swathes of ghouls turned to ashes, while Belerien's massive body continued to hover in the sky, emitting a roar.

The Night King, standing on the ground, raised his head and looked up at the dragon in the sky. His eyes burned with icy blue flames, but remained calm and composed, seemingly without any resentment or discouragement.

Then the Night King clenched his fists slightly and let out a shriek that sounded like ice cracking, which instantly echoed throughout the entire battlefield.

Splash—

The countless ghouls ceased their attack and began a slow retreat.

The Night King was powerless against the dragon knight before him, even though he was on his own territory.

Viserys also couldn't kill his opponent, so both sides taking a step back became the optimal solution; otherwise, increasing the cost would be pointless.

Viserys' arrival relieved the ancient Heart Tree from its predicament, and the army of wights slowly retreated. Viserys, sitting on the dragon's back, watched the Night King disappear into the snowstorm without uttering a word. The two greeted each other, like old friends with perfect understanding.

Then, the handsome silver-haired youth looked down and descended from the sky riding a giant dragon.

boom--

The dragon's massive body crashed heavily to the ground, stirring up charred ashes and thick snowflakes.

The Frost Fang had accumulated such a thick layer of ice and snow that the dragon flames had not completely melted it in a short time.

bang——

Viserys jumped off the dragon's back, his leather boots landing on the soft snow and ashes, and lightly brushed the snow off his clothes.

Although the White Walkers had retreated, the snow and wind they carried had not completely dissipated. The biting cold wind howled, and the young man's long silver-gold hair fluttered in the wind.

"What a big tree."

"This thing has become a spirit, hasn't it?"

Viserys looked up at the enormous, golden heart tree.

He had already sensed the tree's immense size when he looked down from mid-air, and the overwhelming sense of oppression intensified when Viserys stood on the ground and looked up at it.

The ancient heart tree's gnarled roots gripped the earth, becoming one with the entire snow-capped mountain. Its lush branches swayed constantly in the wind, and golden leaves scattered dappled sunlight, seemingly welcoming Viserys's arrival.

At that moment, two 'girls' standing under the tree, whose appearances resembled humans but were somewhat strange, appeared. One of them, with snow-white hair, looked nervous and, seeing Viserys' gaze fixed on them, couldn't resist striking first.

"what!"

She uttered a strange incantation, and then a ball of lightning condensed in her palm. Lightning raged in her palm, spilling out from between her fingers, and then she hurled it at Viserys.

"Ok?"

Viserys' eyes narrowed upon seeing this.

Clang——

He then drew the Twilight Sword from his waist and shattered the lightning ball with a single strike. The lightning ball exploded in mid-air, turning into stray bolts of lightning that vanished without a trace.

Upon seeing this, Belial, who was lying behind Viserys, raised his massive head slightly and let out a low growl, his voice filled with a dangerous aura.

"Ho-"

It opened its enormous mouth, and a dazzling light began to gather in its throat.

Since the other party had launched an attack on Viserys, they were enemies, not friends. Just as Bellerion was about to burn the two little guys and the big tree to death with a burst of dragon fire, Viserys raised his hand and stopped him.

"Belle Rien".

Viserys spoke, stopping Bellerion from burning the two little ones in front of him, and then turned to look at them.

"Children of the Forest?"

The silver-haired youth wore a black cloak, his long silver-gold hair cascading freely over his shoulders. At this moment, he held the hilt of the Twilight sword in one hand and slowly sheathed it, looking at the two people in front of him with great interest.

They are shorter than normal humans, with dark chestnut skin, large ears, and golden eyes.

If Viserys is not mistaken, this should be the legendary Children of the Forest mentioned in the books.

They were once the masters of Westeros, but thousands of years have passed, and the former masters of this land are now nearly extinct.

At this moment, the two forest girls were clearly arguing. The girl with three different colors and small flowers in her hair was criticizing and educating the other white-haired girl who had just launched an attack on Viserys.

She spoke very quickly, babbling in a language Viserys couldn't understand.

This language was different from High Valyrian, Westeros Common, Dothraki, and the ancient language of the giants. Although Viserys had mastered four languages, he couldn't understand a word the two children of the forest were saying.

The white-haired girl was criticized by her older sister, then pouted in grievance, lowered her head, and remained silent.

After the tricolor-haired forest girl finished speaking, she turned to look at Viserys.

These are eyes that blend gold and green, and are long and narrow like a kitten's eyes.

“We are speaking the source language.”

"This is the language unique to the children of the forest; we use it to sing praises to the earth, our honored guests."

The Forest Child girl suddenly changed her tone and spoke in fluent Common.

"My name is Ye Zi (Leaf)."

Then Yezi stretched out a hand, which had a thin layer of downy hair, but only three fingers, with a sharp, black claw at the thumb.

Viserys was slightly taken aback when he heard the other person speaking fluent Common and extending a hand, but he also extended his hand and shook hands with the other person.

“When I was very young, I traveled through your human world and learned your language and etiquette.”

Ye Zi began to explain.

"I've seen this big guy before, but he wasn't very friendly."

Then he gestured towards Bellerion, who was not far away. Bellerion was radiating high temperatures, and the snow he was lying there had already melted.

"Very small?"

Viserys had a bad feeling when he heard what Ye Zi said.

"So how old are you now?"

"Two hundred years old."

...

A child of the forest who has lived for two hundred years, yet possesses a voice as sweet as a human girl's, coupled with the giant dragon behind him, Viseris suddenly felt that humans were truly insignificant creatures in this world.

"Come with me, guest."

"He has been waiting for you for a long time."

Then Leaf spoke, and led Viserys into the cave under the Heart Tree.

Another white-haired child of the forest was also with them, but he did not say a word and did not seem to speak human language.

Chapter 504 The Three-Eyed Raven

"Welcome, traveler from another world."

Viserys followed the Forest Child, Leaf, and the other girl into the cave beneath the Heart Tree.

The old man, whose body was entangled by the roots of the Heart Tree, stared at Viserys and suddenly spoke.

He had a head of pale hair and a single, scarlet eye. His entire body was fused with the roots of the Heart Tree. He was dressed in rags, emaciated, and looked like a corpse. There was a large dark red birthmark on his neck and cheek.

The roots of the heart tree pierced through his thighs and emerged from his shoulders. Dark red leaves grew on his bones, gray mushrooms covered his forehead, and a thin root emerged from his other empty eye socket, climbed down his cheek, and burrowed into his neck.

He is Brynden Rivers, the 'last green prophet' also known as the 'Three-Eyed Raven'.

Viserys' expression tightened slightly upon hearing the other party's opening remarks, but he neither panicked nor denied it. Instead, he calmly asked in return.

At the same time, many speculations began to surface.

"You recognize me?"

His true background has always been an unsolved mystery, known only to him.

If anyone in this world could see through his true nature, the Three-Eyed Raven would be the most likely candidate.

Because the other party possesses the power of the Old Gods, they can freely travel through the past worlds, and even occasionally leap out of the river of history to glimpse what might happen in the future.

Brynden Rivers may have made a prophecy about himself, after all, Viserys was the last Targaryen heir at the time.

Even though Brynden Rivers, as a 'noble bastard' of House Targaryen, had abandoned his former identity, the blood flowing in his veins still made him concerned about the fall of the kingdom.