Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

However, with his exceptional memory, Viserys, looking at the more than two hundred Night's Watch recruits in front of him, suddenly spotted two familiar faces, as if he had seen them somewhere before.

But before Viserys could figure out who these two people he seemed to have seen somewhere before were, an old voice came from behind him.

"That person is me."

"The oldest person in the group."

In the vast expanse of white snow, hearing a sound coming from behind, the silver-haired youth in front of the sacred tree forest turned his head slightly and looked behind him.

On a branch not far away, a jet-black raven was preening its feathers, its eye on its head gleaming with a scarlet light, tilting its head to examine Viserys.

This scene seems somewhat familiar?

Viserys, also gazing at the raven on the treetop, suddenly remembered that he had been talking to Brynden Rivers in the cave when a three-eyed raven flew in and landed not far from him.

Viserys turned and glanced at the raven at that moment, and the raven also looked at Viserys and then preened its feathers.

The man and the bird made eye contact for a mere second during that brief moment.

"Was that when I contracted the virus?"

The silver-haired youth stood silently before the sacred tree forest in the wind and snow, gazing at the three-eyed raven before speaking.

He then turned his head and looked to his side.

An elderly man with white hair, dressed in a black robe, stood there, his dim, yellowish eyes also fixed on Viserys.

“Yes, you were too careless, Viserys.”

"Although my mental strength is not as good as yours, I can still bring you here with the help of the weirwood."

The two hundred Night's Watch recruits swore their oaths before the Heart Tree, and then dispersed.

One of the white-haired veterans was Brynden Rivers, the Hand of the previous two kings, who was fifty-eight years old when he was exiled to the Wall.

The other silver-haired young man bore a resemblance to Maester Aegon, whom Viserys had met. He was Maester Aegon in his youth, now only thirty-five years old. It was hard to imagine that he would be guarding the Wall for so long this time.

The kingdom's most elite soldiers, Aegon V's clearing of the dungeon's prisoners, and even the young Maester Aemon, all seemed oblivious to the two figures in the snowstorm.

They all ignored the Three-Eyed Raven and Viserys.

Only the 'young' Brinden Rivers, with his gray hair, seemed to sense something.

He stared blankly at a blank patch of snow in front of the sacred tree forest, feeling that something was strange about it, a feeling that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

The blank snowfield he was looking at was where Viserys and the Three-Eyed Raven were now, but he saw nothing but a spotless blank expanse.

Duke Blood Raven possessed strong mental power and seemed to have sensed something, but his unusual behavior appeared to others as him being in a daze.

Perhaps they haven't yet accepted the fact that they've sworn an oath to become recruits of the Night's Watch.

However, the fall from the throne, where one is second only to the king, to the mortal realm and become the Night's Watch, an army that only criminals and bastards frequent, is something that most people cannot accept.

"grown ups..."

A Crowtooth Guard, formerly one of Brynden Rivers' men, stepped forward to persuade him.

...

"You don't seem very surprised?"

Not far away, in the same spot where Brinden Rivers had just been looking, the Three-Eyed Raven gazed at the calm-faced silver-haired youth and asked with some curiosity.

He had imagined the various reactions the young man would have when he was brought here, even fierce resistance, but he never expected Viserys to be so calm, as if he were taking a stroll in his own backyard.

"You thought of that already?"

The white-haired old man looked at Viserys, his eyes narrowing slightly.

There are only two possibilities for his composure: either he had already anticipated this, or he was confident that even if he was taken to the past, he could return to the present.

"Are you Brynden Rivers?"

Instead of answering the Three-Eyed Raven's question, Viserys asked it a question in return.

In this world, the white-haired old man is not the pitiful figure entangled in tree roots, but a person with legs and feet who can move freely, because this is his spiritual realm. His appearance and posture can change at will, and he can even become a weirwood tree.

He didn't know why Viserys asked that question, but now that the truth was out, he had nothing to hide. The Three-Eyed Raven nodded slightly.

"I'm."

"The last Green Prophet of the previous generation was nearing the end of his life and passed on the power of the Old Gods to a human."

"In the future, the Three-Eyed Raven will pass on its abilities to a boy as well."

"Will you use the same methods you used on me to deal with Brandon Stark in the future?"

Viserys spoke calmly, and the white-haired old man's expression suddenly changed.

Before setting off, he read Brynden Rivers' biography. Looking at the man's life, Brynden Rivers was definitely not a simple-minded, kind, or responsible person. His methods were ruthless, making his enemies tremble with fear.

"How many eyes does the Blood Raven Duke have? A thousand, plus one more."

Bran's personality changed drastically after he received the Three-Eyed Raven's legacy, and he became strange, which seems to explain why.

Chapter 508 Traveling Through the Past

“You do not belong to this world, Viserys.”

"You shouldn't have come here."

It was only then that the Three-Eyed Raven revealed his true purpose: it was actually a trap set for Viserys.

“I noticed you a long time ago, when you were just a child.”

As the white-haired old man spoke, the world before Viserys' eyes suddenly changed, and the snow-covered landscape disappeared.

Instead, there was a lush forest, with a gentle spring breeze, vibrant greenery, and grasses that reached above ankles or even knees everywhere, with unnamed wildflowers exuding fragrance.

A handsome young man with long silver hair, wearing soft armor and a long sword at his waist, was holding a boy with similar silver-gold hair who looked somewhat like him. They were clearly brothers.

They were riding a snow-white warhorse, leisurely strolling through the royal forest.

"Is he Rega?"

Viserys saw the handsome young man and boy on horseback, exuding a melancholic and quiet air, and immediately realized who it was.

The boy was himself, and the young man holding him was his brother Réa.

Viserys still remembers this scene.

"Yes, it is now the year 281 of the Aegon calendar, at the beginning of that 'wrong spring,' before the tournament at Harrenhal."

"People mistakenly believed that winter had passed and spring had arrived, and the royal family in King's Landing decided to hold a spring hunt."

The Three-Eyed Raven stood beside Viserys, watching the two Targaryen brothers ride past on their white horses.

King Aerys II did not participate in this spring hunt, which was attended by all the nobles of King's Landing, due to illness and other reasons.

However, he sent his crown prince Rhaegar, who had a good reputation among the common people and nobles, to participate. Rhaegar also brought his younger brother Viserys, hoping that he could also win the applause of the people.

Meanwhile, Rhaegar and Viserys were unaware that a black raven with three eyes was perched on a treetop not far behind them, tilting its head and staring at their backs.

Then a muffled growl came from the forest, and a strong, black-furred wild boar suddenly appeared before the Targaryen brothers.

Rhaegar's warhorse was frightened, and his younger brother Viserys in his arms was also terrified, but Rhaegar remained calm.

He calmly jumped off the horse with his younger brother in his arms, then drew the long sword from his waist.

The Silver Prince's swordsmanship was superb, making him arguably the best swordsman in the Seven Kingdoms. He defeated the ferocious boar with just one hand, forcing it to flee in disarray.

Rega did not chase after the wild boar to kill it, but instead spared its life.

Viserys remembered this scene; it was the most vivid memory of Rhaegar in his mind.

The boy who was once terrified by the wild boar has now grown into a man, not much younger than his older brother back then.

The silver-haired youth calmly watched the scene replay before his eyes. Rega wiped the blood off his sword and sheathed it again. Then he knelt down and whispered words of comfort to the frightened boy.

...

"Did you do this?"

Viserys then turned to look at the Three-Eyed Raven and asked in a calm voice.

Viserys hadn't seen anything wrong with this before, but now that the Three-Eyed Raven was showing him the result, it seemed that he had wanted to kill him since he was only four or five years old.

"You know, I can't interfere much with history."

He might have had other, better ways to kill Viserys, but those would likely have had far more terrible consequences, and he only had this one chance to act.

As the Three-Eyed Raven spoke, the world before Viserys' eyes changed once again, and this time the boy had undergone a completely different transformation.

Viserys is now himself.

The silver-haired boy was juggling with his guard Bessie on his warhorse. Renis watched from the castle window. Viserys then defeated Bessie during the duel.

A flock of crows landed on the castle, one of them staring intently at everything below.

"At that time, I was unaware that the future of the world had already been changed under your influence."

"I just thought this was another small deviation in the long river of history."

“You know, Viserys.”

“There will always be some wrong changes in this world, but they will eventually be corrected and the world will move towards the right path.”

"This is the duty of the Old Gods."

"Until I discovered you..."

Then the scene before Viserys changed once again.

Just now, when Viserys and Bessie were fighting, the Three-Eyed Raven set his sights on him for the first time, realizing that this young man had changed the course of the world, but he mistakenly believed that the world would correct the other party in time.

However, by the time he noticed Viserys again, it was too late.

Call ~

Flames soared into the sky from Andalus Castle. Due to the servants' mistake, a great fire broke out, engulfing Daenerys and the three dragon eggs.

Outside the sea of ​​fire, Renis was anxiously watching the raging flames, but she was helpless.

The three-eyed raven landed on the top of a tower not far away, its crimson eye on its forehead staring at the raging fire below.

He saw Daenerys's bloodline power being unleashed in the blood and fire, causing the dragon egg to crack open and three young dragons to hatch and be born into this world.