Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

puff--

Then, staggering, he pierced the chest of an enemy, blood spurting out and staining his gray hair with the splattered blood.

"Whoo~"

"Whoo~"

Sir Blackfish was panting heavily. Although he was a skilled swordsman and a brave fighter, he was ultimately outnumbered. The soldiers around him had fallen one after another, and the battle was becoming increasingly precarious.

Sir Robert Royce, the second son of the Royce family, stepped forward, taking over the reins from his father and brother, and commanding the army to besiege the camp in order to avenge his father.

"kill!"

The sounds of battle cries shook the camp.

However, at this critical juncture, outside the battlefield where the Valley Army was in turmoil, the heavy rumble of iron hooves suddenly rang out.

Rumbling--

Iron cavalry galloped across the land, and countless Vale knights, lined up in formation and led by Littlefinger Petyr Baelish, charged toward the battlefield, lances raised high.

It turns out that Littlefinger had already secretly persuaded several noble families to defect to the Targaryen family.

After all, the tide has turned, and the Targaryen army has swept across all the lands except the North and the Vale. Any further resistance would only lead to their demise.

Although the valley boasts towering mountains and magnificent scenery, these cannot stop the giant dragons from flying freely over their heads and even defecating on them.

The geography of the Westerlands is similar to that of the Vale, and is equally complex, but it still succumbed to the dragon's flames. The Lannister family was almost wiped out, and even the blond-haired, green-eyed people of Lannisport were nearly all killed.

The nobles of the valley did not want to lose their power, but they did not want to lose the heads on their necks, including the lives of their entire families.

Therefore, some nobles showed a desire to submit, but they were opposed by the pro-war nobles, and Littlefinger persuaded this group to stand on his side.

He revealed his identity to these surrendering nobles, stating that he was a secret agent of the Iron Throne and had secretly pledged allegiance to the new king in Pentos two years prior. He assured them that if they obeyed his orders, they would receive the Iron Throne's forgiveness and be pardoned for their past transgressions.

Therefore, Petyr Baelish first sent his lover Lysa Tully to incite conflict between two powerful figures in the Vale army: one was Jorn Royce, the Earl of Runestone, who held great power, and the other was Brynden Tully, the Bloodgate Knight.

The two fought each other to the death, leaving both severely wounded. Petyr Baelish's army then entered the fray, easily sweeping away the remaining forces and seizing control of the Vale. This demonstrated his strength to His Majesty the King and indirectly allowed him to claim control of the Vale.

This is Littlefinger's ultimate plan.

However, as expected, Brynden Tully and the Royce family clashed violently, resulting in a bloodbath. Littlefinger led his army to the scene, lurking like a mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, and utterly destroyed both sides' forces.

"Valley Knights, heed my command!"

Petyr Baelish was impeccably dressed, his black cloak billowing in the wind. He fastened the cloak with a metal mockingbird pin, a modified Baelish family crest that he felt better suited his status. He wore deerskin gloves.

Then he took off his gloves and placed them on the saddle, raised his hand and pointed straight ahead, and spoke loudly.

"For the Iron Throne, quell this rebellion!"

The Valley Knights cheered at his command and then charged down with thunderous hooves.

"kill!"

Rumbling--

The thunder of hooves, the neighing of warhorses, the screams of soldiers, and the sound of metal cutting into flesh filled the air.

On the battlefield, neither side, caught in the midst of the chaos, expected a third party to intervene.

"What's going on?!"

Ser Robert Royce, the second son of Runestone, was horrified to see the Vale Knights, bearing various banners, pouring into the battlefield like an iron torrent and indiscriminately slaughtering the enemy.

"It's Lord Petyr Baelish!"

A sharp-eyed guard spotted Petyr Baelish surrounded by a crowd of admirers.

"Little finger?"

"How was he able to command so many troops from the valley?"

However, by this time, no one could explain to Robert Royce what had happened, or why Littlefinger had quietly won the support of most of the nobles.

The internal strife and the subsequent war situation took a sharp turn for the worse after the Valley Knights intervened. The Royce family's soldiers had suffered heavy casualties and were on the verge of collapse.

"My lord! Run!"

Urged on by his loyal guards, Robert Royce could only grit his teeth, take one last look in the direction of Littlefinger, and then, under the protection of his guards, spur his horse and fled the battlefield, heading towards his hometown, Runestone City.

While Robert Royce abandoned the battle and fled, Brynden Tully on the other side was also in a bad situation.

He was surrounded in the very center by the Runestone City army, and by the time the Valley Knights broke through, he was already badly wounded and on the verge of collapse.

"Lord Brynden!"

When Littlefinger Petyr Baelish saw that Brynden Tully had not died in the war, a hint of regret flashed in his grey-green eyes, but no one noticed it.

He immediately flung the reins and jumped off his horse, rushing over to help Brynden Tully up.

"I've brought my troops to rescue you!"

Littlefinger had once been fostered in Riverrun. If it weren't for what happened later, when he was expelled from Riverrun, he would still have to call Brynden "uncle." Therefore, his claim that he had come to rescue Ser Blackfish naturally did not arouse any suspicion.

The soldiers loyal to Brynden Tully looked at each other. Although they had just suffered heavy losses at the hands of the Vale Knights, they laid down their weapons at this moment. After all, the Vale Knights had taken control of the situation, and outnumbered, futile resistance would only lead to their deaths.

“Petty…”

Brynden, wounded and panting heavily, still gripped his longsword tightly in his right hand as if in response to stress, while his other hand held Petyr Baelish's hand.

At that moment, he thought of his time in Riverrun, when he had been kind to all the Tully children, including Petyr.

He advocated for family unity, but what happened afterward was quite different...

Brynden Tully felt a slight warmth in his heart that Petyr was willing to set aside past grievances and bring his troops to rescue him.

Chapter 565 Arrival

"Petty!"

However, at that moment, Lady Lysa, who had escaped the calamity by hiding inside the tent, ran out barefoot from the tent, dressed in a loose robe that was clearly men's clothing. She was disheveled, with tears and snot streaming down her face.

Then he grabbed Petyr Baelish and even knocked her badly injured uncle off balance, nearly causing him to fall to the ground.

"Petty!"

"You're finally here! I thought you didn't want me anymore!"

Lady Lysa wept bitterly, her face streaked with tears, a mixture of sadness and excitement. Petyr had arrived far too late, clearly after their appointed time.

She had just thought that Petyr didn't want her anymore, that he was just using her as a dispensable pawn, and that he wanted her and her uncle to die here together.

But Petyr eventually arrived, and Lady Lysa's doubts and sadness vanished instantly. She was naturally excited at the thought of a happy and joyful future.

“Ryza…”

However, Petyr, holding the trembling woman in his arms, revealed a barely perceptible hint of disgust in his eyes.

He had originally intended to appear with an upright identity, but the moment Lysa, that stupid woman, uttered those two sentences, Littlefinger's despicable scheme was exposed.

He could almost feel the suspicious gazes behind him now.

"Okay, Lysa...shh...don't say anything more."

"My silly woman..."

But he didn't show his deep disgust. Instead, he gently stroked the woman's back, like a considerate husband, and comforted her softly.

Petyr then stood up, his black cloak billowing in the wind, and looked at the servants behind him.

“This is not a place for you. Take Lady Lysa away and ensure the safety of her and Lord Robert Arryn.”

"Yes, my lord."

The fully armed Valley servants quickly agreed and stepped forward to help Lady Lysa away from the chaotic battlefield.

Petyr turned his head, avoiding Brynden Tully's fiery gaze. The two sentences his beloved niece Lysa had uttered after running out had exposed Petyr's scheming plot.

Petyr and Lysa had planned this all along. He instructed his niece to instigate infighting among the Vale nobles, and even to sow discord between him and Count Jon Royce. In the end, he used his own hands to kill the other, and the Vale armies were both severely weakened. Then Petyr Baelish stepped in to clean up the mess and seized all power in the Vale.

However, even though Brynden Tully saw through Littlefinger's true colors and his earlier感动 (feeling of being moved) turned into rage, there was nothing he could do now.

Surrounded by Vale nobles and soldiers who had already sided with Petyr, and with himself severely wounded, revealing Littlefinger's true identity would be of no use, nor would he be able to kill him personally. In the end, he could only lose his life in vain.

Although Brynden Tully was somewhat stubborn, he was not a fool and knew when to swallow his pride.

"Lord Tully is seriously injured. Where is Maester Cormon? Quickly, summon Maester Cormon here."

Petyr Baelish ignored Ser Blackfish's angry gaze and instead urged his men to fetch Maester Cormon.

Maester Cormon was a maester of the Eyrie. He was young, thin, and had thinning hair. Lord Jon Arryn had always treated Maester Cormon like a son.

However, Maester Cormon has now been bought off and persuaded by Petyr Baelish, because he is loyal to House Arryn and only obeys Lady Lysa's orders, who in turn obeys Petyr. Therefore, he has long been Littlefinger's man.

Immediately, as the army was chaotically cleaning up the battlefield, Scholar Komon was found hurrying over.

"grown ups."

Littlefinger, with his back to Brynden Tully, gave him a signal, telling Maester Cormon that Sir Blackfish was his elder and that he should take good care of him. Maester Cormon understood and readily agreed.

Then the guards carried the wounded Ser Brynden Tully away for treatment, and the situation on the battlefield was now completely under control.

The Vale nobles who refused to surrender were captured alive, and Petyr and his Vale knights seized complete control.

"Ho-"

However, at that moment, a roar of a giant dragon suddenly came from above the Valley Allied Forces, carrying far like thunder.

What was that sound?

The Valley Knights on the ground stirred slightly, raising their heads and shading their eyes against the glaring sunlight as they looked in the direction from which the sound came.

"Ok?"

The well-dressed man, wearing a black cloak and with a bird-shaped pin on his little finger, paused slightly upon hearing the voice behind him and stopped in his tracks.

Then, like the other soldiers, he raised his hand to slightly shield his eyes from the glaring sunlight and looked at the sky behind him.

"This is..."

Petyr Baelish had a neatly trimmed beard that made him look very elegant, and his dark hair was mixed with a few gray hairs. When he saw something in the sky behind him, his gray-green eyes narrowed suddenly, and his fingers clenched involuntarily.

He saw a figure with outstretched wings appear at the far horizon, flying in this direction and growing larger and larger in the sight of countless people.

"dragon!"