Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Then the strong son of the forest, holding a black spear, turned and looked at Viserys.

Then he saw what Viserys looked like and his eyes widened in shock.

Chapter 512 Ancient War

"Ok?"

The fact that the Forest Child could see Viserys was truly unexpected; not only was the other man startled, but Viserys himself was as well.

He had always thought that he would never be seen by outsiders in the past, and could remain an observer forever.

However, the current situation is somewhat awkward. He cannot understand what the leader of the Children of the Forest is saying, and although he is proficient in four languages, it is obvious that the other party cannot understand what he is saying either.

Now, we don't know if it was tens of thousands of years ago, or even hundreds of thousands of years ago, since the existence of the Children of the Forest, according to Ye Zi, is over a million years old.

Human civilization is but a drop in the ocean compared to the long history of the Children of the Forest, and even the same language has changed beyond recognition due to the changes of the times.

If it weren't for the fact that the Children of the Forest have such poor reproductive ability, they might have already awakened a terrifying civilization, and humanity probably wouldn't have been able to become the dominant force on this land in the future.

The leader of the Children of the Forest was short and muscular, with an unknown chain around his neck. His eyes were green, and although he had looked at Viserys with some shock and confusion, he quickly looked relieved.

"Hey!"

He greeted Viserys with a strange sound. Although he had never seen a human before, he clearly understood what the silver-haired youth in the magnificent brocade robe and black cloak was.

"Wow--"

However, at that moment, a deafening roar suddenly came from afar. The sound was strange, like the cry of a baby, sharp and piercing, and instantly spread throughout the entire sky.

Viserys paused slightly, raising his head. The leader of the Children of the Forest, upon hearing the tremendous roar, also changed his expression drastically, then quickly turned his head to look into the distance.

The war in the distance is raging, with the roars of monsters mingling with the howls of giants and the painful cries of mammoths.

Rumbling--

The children of the forest chanted in unison, unleashing forbidden magic. Countless bolts of lightning raged, interspersed with flames, and the battlefield ahead resembled a war of gods, filled with smoke and dark clouds.

The leader of the Children of the Forest beside him changed his expression drastically, while Viserys narrowed his eyes and looked towards the ancient battlefield in the distance.

"This is..."

Then, when Viserys saw clearly the enemies—the Children of the Forest, the Lion of the Western Mountains, the Unicorn, and the Giants and Mammoths—his expression changed slightly.

This appears to be a gigantic... worm, several meters tall and hundreds of meters long. Its body is covered with thick scales, which can easily burrow through the soil. It wriggled its massive body and broke through the magic circle of the children of the forest, its skin and flesh already torn open.

Its body shape resembles an earthworm magnified countless times, with a huge, ring-shaped mouth wriggling with polyps. When attacked, it emits a sharp roar like a baby crying.

It then easily swallowed a huge mammoth into its mouth, crushed it into mincemeat amidst the mammoth's mournful cries, and chewed it up raw.

Immediately afterwards, the enormous worm-like monster, covered in scales, raised its head high, and then its massive mouthparts opened like a blooming chrysanthemum, revealing a crimson light shining through the empty black hole within.

The leader of the Children of the Forest, disregarding Viserys at this moment, began frantically shouting in an incomprehensible language, seemingly trying to get his people to retreat.

But it was too late. The worm suddenly spewed out a huge pillar of fire, comparable to dragon flames, which crashed down on the ground.

Rumbling--

The pillar of fire tore the earth apart, and countless children of the forest screamed in agony, unable to escape, and perished in the sea of ​​flames.

Viserys stared wide-eyed at the rampaging fire-breathing worm, his eyes filled with shock.

He never imagined that countless millennia ago, before the First Men even landed in Westeros, the ancient children of the forest and the original inhabitants of this land had organized themselves to wage an epic war against such a terrifying monster.

Compared to this war, the wars that humanity has fought since are like child's play.

However, this magnificent war left no trace in future history.

Perhaps even the children of the forest themselves are unaware that their ancestors once fought such a great battle.

Rumbling--

The flames from the fire-breathing worms engulfed the earth, and Viserys' figure disappeared in the sea of ​​fire.

The more ancient a point in time one travels to, the greater the mental energy consumed, and the shorter the duration.

The Three-Eyed Raven and the future Brandon Stark might not have enough mental strength to come to this era and witness this great war.

Viserys vanished from the spot, and the leader of the Children of the Forest, who had escaped the calamity, saw him disappear and was relieved. Then, a joyful smile appeared on his face.

"Hey!"

Then he raised his arms and shouted in the oldest source language.

He told all his people that he had foreseen their victory in this war, and that the monsters from the earth, shrouded in black mist, would be driven back sooner or later.

"Ohhhhh!!!"

Inspired by their prophet, the children of the forest rallied and once again unleashed their magic to attack the giant earthworm.

The leader of the Forest Children's smile faded slightly after he had boosted the morale of his people.

He then turned to look at the spot where Viserys had just stood. He didn't know what race the other person was, and he was wearing magnificent clothes that they had never seen before.

In fact, he never predicted any victory in the war. It was only after seeing the enemy that he realized there was still a 'divine' power to be passed down in the future, which strengthened his confidence in this war.

only...

How did the power of 'God' come to be passed on to other races?

Amidst the raging flames of war on the ancient battlefield, the leader of the Children of the Forest gripped his obsidian spear tightly, a sudden sense of foreboding rising within him.

...

But outside the home...

Viserys suddenly returned to the present from a battlefield that was countless millennia ago.

Because it was his first time traveling through time and space and he had no experience, he drained all his divine power and mental energy at once, leaving his mind blank. He sat down on the ground with the obsidian spear in his hand, and the torch in his other hand also fell to the ground.

"Viserys!"

"Are you OK?"

The two forest maidens waiting outside the cave saw Viserys squat down on the ground, holding a torch, and seemingly picking up something.

Then he plopped down on the ground and almost fainted, so I ignored my fear of the abyss and ran into the cave to help him up.

Chapter 513 Return to King's Landing

"I am fine."

The silver-haired youth's face was as pale as paper. He was helped up by Ye Zi and Xue Fa, then shook his head and spoke.

He then crouched down again, picked up the torch that had just fallen to the ground, and carefully examined the ancient obsidian spearhead in his hand.

Now its surface is dull and without any luster, but Viserys knows that it must contain a heavy historical value, soaked in the blood and tears of the children of the forest.

However, he also harbored a deep-seated question.

"What kind of monster is the enemy that the children of the forest, unicorns, giants, and mammoths are fighting together against?"

Although he had returned to the present, Viserys couldn't help but frown slightly and feel a chill when he thought about what he had just seen.

He and Bellerion are alright; given the dragon's size and aerial abilities, they should be able to hunt down this monster on their own.

But if humanity were to wage a full-scale war against such a monster, how many lives would be needed to kill it?

And this is just one example.

Viserys decided to return to King's Landing and consult relevant books, hoping to find some answers within them.

However, although King's Landing is the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, it does not have the largest collection of books among them. The answer Viserys wants to know is too far removed from the past, and perhaps only the Citadel of Oldtown has records on this matter.

In addition, considering the prophecy he saw when he absorbed the Three-Eyed Raven not long ago, he felt that this matter could not be delayed any longer.

We must act swiftly and decisively to eliminate all current enemies, and then prepare to face even more brutal challenges in the future.

"Let's go."

Then the silver-haired youth took a deep breath and spoke.

...

A few days later.

Viserys rested for several days in a cave under the weirwood tree, drank a bowl of weirwood seed paste, and recovered his depleted mental energy.

The divine power of the weirwood tree had been completely transferred to Viserys's hands, and its original form had been reduced to an empty shell swaying in the wind.

The golden light emanating from the old god's branches gradually lost all its luster, eventually fading back to pale branches and red leaves, just like all weirwood trees.

Viserys emerged from the cave with two Forest Maidens, while Belerien remained waiting outside.

Over the past few days, it has been flying away from time to time to search for its food.

Beneath the Frostfang Mountains, the endless army of the dead did not take advantage of Bellerion's departure to continue attacking the Weirwood, but neither did they leave.

They simply waited quietly at the foot of the mountain, seemingly knowing that Viserys would leave sooner or later.

And that day finally came.

wow-

A cold wind howled outside the cave, causing Viserys' long, silver-gold hair to flutter and his cloak to rustle in the wind.

The twilight was tied around his waist, and two forest maidens followed behind him, watching sadly as the weirwood tree gradually lost its divinity.

This is the last refuge for the children of the forest, even though the sacred tree had long ago told them that it would one day perish, just as no race can rule this land forever.

The Old God is just what humans call it; to the Children of the Forest, it is the sacred tree.

However, Viserys did not share the same deep affection the Children of the Forest had for the weirwood.

Driven by his spiritual power, his eyes burned with pale purple flames, his gaze piercing through the vast snowstorm and directly peering at the Night King below the mountain.

And at the foot of the Frost Fang mountain ridge.

The Night King, crowned with ice and his eyes burning with icy blue flames, waited silently. He rode his skeletal horse, maintaining the same posture for days, his body covered in a thick layer of snow.

At that moment, he seemed to notice Viserys's gaze, and then finally moved slightly, tilting his head back. The snow on his body fell to the ground in a flurry, and the two, one on the mountain and one at the foot of the mountain, looked at each other.

Viserys then boarded the dragon's back, and the two Children of the Forest also rode on the giant dragon. With a loud dragon roar that echoed throughout the entire high mountain ridge, the massive black dragon tore through the wind and snow and soared into the sky.

After Viserys left, the army of the dead on the ground finally began to move again.