Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

At this moment, the hall was completely silent.

A silver-haired youth in a brocade robe stood at the front, his hand on Brynden Tully's forehead. No one could see the black mist entering Sir Blackfish's body; they could only see his body begin to tremble slightly.

"Ok?"

Petyr Baelish, the governor of the Vale, stood at the front of the crowd, watching Viserys's actions, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

"What is Your Majesty doing?"

The other nobles of the valley looked at each other in bewilderment and couldn't help but whisper among themselves, wondering what Viserys was doing.

However, at that moment, 'Blackfish' Brynden Tully's body suddenly trembled violently, and then he suddenly collapsed to the edge of the bed and vomited a mouthful of black blood.

puff--

Viserys, as if anticipating his return to consciousness, moved away from his side beforehand, avoiding being splattered with the black blood.

Brynden Tully, whose hair was somewhat gray, coughed up blood, followed by a violent coughing fit as if he were coughing up his internal organs.

He felt a warm current rush through his entire body, penetrating his flesh and bones, strengthening his physique. The pain and toxins that had filled his body were quickly dispelled, like darkness meeting light, and were eventually swept away.

His violent cough sounded unpleasant to listen to, but it caused an uproar among the Valley nobles in the hall.

Because he had just been on the verge of death, his breathing had begun to weaken, and he was about to breathe his last, the people gathered here for two reasons: one was that the king wanted to visit him, and the other was to bid farewell to the Blood Gate Knight.

But they never expected to witness a scene of resurrection!

Chapter 568 Lifesaving Grace

The critically injured 'Black Fish' Brynden Tully was recovering at a visible speed. After spitting out a mouthful of black blood that was clearly unusual, he actually sat up completely, and his spirit was completely different from before.

Like a final burst of energy before death, but these nobles had never seen a dying person's final burst of energy allow them to jump out of bed and frolic about.

Meanwhile, Maester Cormon of the Eyrie was filled with shock.

"this..."

"impossible!"

He opened his mouth slightly, pursed his dry lips, and then suddenly realized that something was wrong. He quickly made an excuse and quietly slipped out, leaving the main hall.

Inside the Great Hall, Petyr Baelish and his fiancée Lysa Tully witnessed Brynden Tully's resurrection, and their expressions were completely different.

Petyr's expression held a barely perceptible hint of shock; his fingers clenched so tightly that his fingernails dug a mark into his palm, while Lysa Tully wept with joy.

"Great news! Petyr, look! His Majesty has brought your uncle back to life!"

Lysa excitedly grabbed her fiancé's arm, completely oblivious to Petyr Baelish's slightly unpleasant expression.

"What should I do?"

However, Littlefinger was a man who had seen a lot, and his brain was working at a rapid pace, considering how to deal with the current situation.

Although he really wanted to turn and run away like Scholar Comon, he finally calmed down, suppressed the ugly expression on his face, and showed a hint of joy before nodding and speaking.

“That’s right, Lysa, we should thank His Majesty for saving Uncle’s life.”

"Look! This is the power of the king!"

He was born extraordinary!

Littlefinger then looked at the many nobles of the valley around him and spoke loudly.

"Our king has led us through the most difficult time!"

"In the future, we will surely overcome even more difficulties!"

Petyr Baelish led the way in flattering them, and the Vale nobles who had chosen to kneel and surrender were all shrewd enough to seize the opportunity to speak up. In an instant, a torrent of flattery filled the hall with a cacophony of voices.

Viserys, standing calmly in the center of the Eyrie's sunroom, watched Brynden Tully, who sat on the bed, his face still somewhat pale.

Sir Blackfish sat on the bed, seemingly still in a daze, staring blankly at the floor. Although he had fainted several times during this period, he was clearly aware of the changes in his body.

He knew he had been poisoned.

His injuries shouldn't have worsened so drastically, yet he couldn't open his mouth or speak. Even if he could speak, he couldn't reach anyone else or let his words travel.

He had given up hope and thought he was going to die, but unexpectedly he was saved under such circumstances. It was a magical power, as if he had been reborn.

Then Brynden Tully, suppressing his excitement, raised his head and looked at Viserys.

He had met Viserys before; the two had joined forces to fight the White Walkers. However, Viserys rode on the back of a dragon, making him less noticeable on the ground. The two had also fought each other on the battlefield during the Civil War.

The result was the same; the silver-haired dragon knight's brilliance was too dazzling. One man and one dragon resisted thousands of troops, while the allied forces were full of generals. Ser Brynden Tully, the "Black Fish," was not very conspicuous among them.

Therefore, Brynden Tully recognized Viserys, but Viserys did not recognize him.

"His Majesty..."

The general, whose hair was turning gray, looked at Viserys with a complicated expression.

Logically, since his brother Horst Tully died in the Civil War, he should avenge his brother.

In fact, he made many efforts to resist Viserys, but he never expected that Viserys would save his life in the end.

However, Sir Blackfish did not hesitate. He was a man of strong likes and dislikes, and the debt of saving his life was no less than that of his second parents.

He then rolled off the bed, put one hand on the ground, and knelt down on one knee in front of Viserys.

"Your Majesty saved my life. I have no way to repay you, and I will gladly die for you."

Brynden Tully the Blackfish swore allegiance to Viserys, and Viserys accepted his allegiance, gaining an experienced general who helped him up from the ground.

Lysa Tully ran over and hugged her uncle with tears in her eyes, and Brynden Tully did not refuse.

His gaze remained fixed on Petyr Baelish, Littlefinger, who walked alongside him, appearing outwardly calm and collected.

But he ultimately didn't say what was on the tip of his tongue, choosing instead to swallow it back down.

...

The matter in the Vale was finally settled, and there was no longer any voice of resistance against the Iron Throne throughout the Seven Kingdoms.

However, after Viserys used a little trick in the Vale to intimidate the people, he boarded a dragon and set off for the Riverlands.

The people who remained in the valley dispersed, and the nobles of the valley also disbanded their armies and returned home.

The nobles who participated in the rebellion and were executed received their due punishment, and their castles were stripped and given as rewards to the meritorious soldiers.

Meanwhile, Seagull Town, the largest city in the valley, is still under the control of the Dragonstone fleet. The Grafson family of Seagull Town had already been eliminated by Count Jon Royce before the outbreak of the war.

The League of Justice was extremely aggressive in the early stages of the war, suppressing any dissenting voices. They breached several castles and destroyed several families before seizing control of the Valley, leaving only one voice behind.

The Dragonstone navy has not withdrawn from Gulltown; instead, they have stationed themselves there. Although the Vale nobles covet Gulltown, they dare not utter a sound. It seems that His Majesty may have other purposes in leaving Gulltown, Oldtown, and Lannisport behind.

Apart from the nobles of the valley, the rest of the people dispersed.

Brynden Tully swore allegiance to Viserys, released himself from his oath to House Arryn, and voluntarily relinquished his position as a Bloodgate Knight.

In fact, Littlefinger entered the Eyrie as a fake father, and this is where the rift between the two lies. Brynden Tully did not expose this in public, but there was no room for reconciliation between the two. Their future was bound to be one of bitter enmity, and his niece Lysa Tully also broke Ser Blackfish's heart.

Although Lysa apologized to her uncle repeatedly, it was impossible for her to win back Brinden's heart.

Viserys sent Brynden to King's Landing to await his appointment, citing his outstanding abilities, extensive experience in commanding battles, and promising future prospects in the army.

Brynden Tully left the Eyrie and set off for King's Landing.

Meanwhile, Jeffrey Blaken and his son, accompanied by two hundred soldiers, set off for the Twins.

Chapter 569 Gray Water Hope

The Twins, which will become the future governor of the Three Rivers, the capital of the Riverlands, and the territory of the Brecken family of the Twins.

Viserys had already spoken with the old general; he was the only one fit to be governor of the Three Rivers.

Therefore, Jeffrey Blaken and his son Hendry came to inspect the condition of the Twins, specifically the extent of the castle's damage and the amount needed for repairs.

Viserys told him that if he didn't have the money, he could get an advance from the treasury. The Targaryen army had looted the Tyrell family's warehouses in Highgarden and found millions of gold dragons, so Viserys was indeed very wealthy now.

When the Kingdom's army marches north to conquer the northern border, it will inevitably use the Twins as an important transportation hub to transport supplies.

Moreover, once the Twins are rebuilt, the city will be rolling in money, which will be more than enough to repay this interest-free loan.

The Twins are in a very important geographical location, and Viserys is very confident in entrusting them to someone he can manage.

His next stop was also in the north, but Bellerion's flight speed would certainly be much faster than that of Earl Jeffrey and his men.

The next goal after national unification is naturally to reclaim lost territory and fight against the common enemy of all mankind.

Viserys, of course, did not forget Melisandre's warning.

Five years later, the White Walkers will return.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to reclaim the valley, he left King's Landing for a northern tour to see the current state of the Neck Marsh. He did not stop when he last came here on his way to the borderlands.

Viserys set off in the morning and by the afternoon he had already flown to the Twins, where traces of the war were still preserved. However, he did not stay there, but flew directly to the Neck.

"Ho-"

The dragon's roar resounded through the heavens and earth, piercing the mist that shrouded the Neck Marsh, alarming countless creatures still surviving in the marshland, before it descended from the sky.

After crossing the Twins and arriving at the Neck, Viserys could clearly feel the temperature around him dropping sharply.

"Whoo~"

His breath turned into white mist, and fine snowflakes gradually drifted into the air.

His eyes burned with purple flames, and it was clear that the power of the Cold God had not yet faded. Thousands of black lines lingered on this land, forming a black hole. The further north one went, the closer one got to the center of the black hole, to the point that it was impossible to look directly at it.

After Viserys absorbed the power of the Old Gods and his lunar nature reached thirty-nine, he no longer needed Melisandre's sacrifice, fusion, or the power of the Red God to glimpse the realm of the gods.

He was just one step away from breaking through that mysterious domain, and his current state was at the peak of that domain. But this last step gave him the feeling of crossing an insurmountable barrier. The last step was more difficult than all the previous steps combined, and it was full of danger, making people feel apprehensive.

However, the more this was the case, the more Viserys looked forward to this final step. He was eager to know what state he would be in after taking that final step.

He seems to have hit a bottleneck; the black mist he normally absorbs can no longer be used to enhance his abilities.

He no longer needed to kill people to absorb the black mist. As the most densely populated city in the Seven Kingdoms, King's Landing naturally lost a large number of people every day, and their souls were absorbed.

god?

Or a demigod?