Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

If the Three-Eyed Raven and the Night King are considered demigods in this world, then Viserys seems to be on par with them.

And the next step would be...

Every time he thought of this place, his dormant heart would be filled with passion again.

The influence of the Old Gods still lingers to some extent, causing Viserys's personality to become somewhat indifferent.

However, his mental strength was strong enough that he did not degenerate into a machine and retained his own characteristics, resisting the erosion of the power of the old gods.

However, precisely because of this, he had long ago changed his main goal from unifying the seven kingdoms to a more difficult option, since unifying the seven kingdoms was indeed not difficult for him.

Viserys rode his black dragon to the causeway of the Neck, where the remnants of the explosion still lingered. People were too busy with the civil war to repair the causeway.

This is a huge project. Without a large investment from the national level and the mobilization of manpower, it would be difficult for a family or clan to repair it successfully. After all, the Allied Forces used the entire wildfire reserves of King's Landing.

rustle…

Viserys walked alone on the cold, windswept Neck Causeway, a thin layer of snow underfoot, surrounded by long-withered plants.

The once terrifying swamp lizards and venomous creatures had all perished in this catastrophe. He crouched down, stroked the ground beneath him, and looked at the traces left by the explosion, filled with emotion.

He then rode the dragon away from the causeway and continued his search within the Neck Marsh, hoping to find some valuable clues.

However, they unexpectedly discovered a solitary castle deep within the frozen swamp. It was wrapped in branches and vines and covered with a layer of snow, making it look exceptionally hidden and blending into the endless swamp.

"This is..."

"Is there a castle inside the Neck Marsh?"

Viserys saw the hidden castle from the sky and paused for a moment, but then something occurred to him, and he suddenly realized what the castle was.

"The leader of the Zedi people, the Lid family of Greywater Hope."

"It was built on a floating island in the swamp, and even ravens could not find its exact location. Greywater Watch had no maesters, no knights, and no weapon makers."

"Throughout history, the Andals, the Ironborn, the Frey family, and all other armies that have tried to conquer Greywater Watch have never been able to find it."

However, Viserys unexpectedly discovered this lost castle while hovering over the Neck.

Viserys was quite curious about the castle. Without specific coordinates, even if he traveled through time, he wouldn't be able to find Greywater Watch. But once he found its exact location, everything would become much simpler.

Viserys then ordered Belerien to land outside the castle.

Just as the legends say, this place is built on a floating island inside the Neck Swamp, yet it appears to blend into the swamp, making it extremely secluded.

Fortunately, the floating island was not too small, large enough to accommodate the arrival of the dragon.

After Viserys jumped off the dragon's back, he looked up at the inconspicuous little castle hidden in the swamp.

Its brick and stone surface is covered with vines and moss, completely enveloping it. There are no towers, only a main castle, and no outer walls. It seems that there is no need to defend against any external enemies. The swamps and poisonous miasma outside are its best walls.

Viserys then pushed open the door and entered the castle.

Chapter 570 Holland Reed

Scattered snowflakes drifted down, the roof of Greywaterwatch Castle had collapsed, and a thick layer of snow had accumulated on the ground.

rustle...

Viserys made a sound under his feet and pushed open the dilapidated gate, entering the abandoned castle.

This time there was no wight raid; clearly, without the Night King's power, even the wights were unable to cross the muddy swamp.

However, the silver-haired youth had only taken two steps inside when he looked around and then paused slightly.

"Ok?"

Because in a very conspicuous place in the castle, a sign of life had clearly appeared: green vines were growing, covered with green leaves, wrapping around something, and seemed to be swaying slightly.

If you look closely, it looks as if someone is hanging from the roof beam.

"This is impossible."

Viserys frowned slightly upon seeing this scene; he had been walking through the Neck Marsh for so long without seeing a single sign of life.

However, I never expected to find such obvious vitality and life here, as if it were early spring.

He then walked closer, pulled aside the vines, and found that there was indeed a corpse wrapped inside, swaying slightly, and it looked like it had been dead for a long time.

He is…

The silver-haired youth pondered for a moment, and then he thought of a certain story.

The Allied Humans hoped to stop the White Walkers' advance with the Neck, and the Swamp People also put in a lot of effort, but unfortunately, they ultimately failed.

Some of the Zedi people fled their homeland, while most died here, including the Zedi people's chief, the mysterious head of the Reid family, Holland Reid.

Legend has it that he hanged himself in his own castle, and no one knows why he did it.

But now more than a year has passed, and if this person really is Holland Reed, there is no reason why he should still be hanging on the rope.

They should have already fallen due to the rope breaking or their bodies rotting.

Did he defeat gravity?

Viserys frowned slightly, his hand unconsciously gripping the hilt of his sword. But now, for him, being below the gods, it seemed that nothing could threaten him anymore.

The silver-haired youth walked up to the corpse that was swaying slightly in the wind and looked up at it.

It is clear that the corpse is not very tall and has typical characteristics of a swamp person. His face is pale and bloodless, with a thin layer of frost on his cheeks. His eyes are wide open, and his gray and lifeless eyes are somewhat chilling.

However, Viserys was not afraid. He reached out his hand, ready to touch it, wanting to recall the past of this strange corpse.

But just before the silver-haired youth's hand was about to touch the corpse...

"Ok?"

His eyes suddenly flickered slightly, as if he had seen something, and then he quickly withdrew his hand.

boom--

At that moment, the roof beams above Viserys' head seemed to finally give way and collapsed instantly.

The corpse hanging from the roof beam also fell to the ground, like a broken sandbag, hitting the ground with a dull thud and a somewhat painful groan.

Damn it!

The corpse was rubbing its buttocks, looking miserable, but the frost on its face had not melted, and its face was also completely devoid of color. Combined with the gloomy and dilapidated ancient castle, the scene appeared somewhat eerie and terrifying.

However, Viserys' eyes narrowed slightly, but he did not back down.

Because in his eyes, he was certain that the other party had indeed transformed from a 'corpse' into a living person, rather than a so-called ghost.

His body temperature was steadily rising, eventually reaching the normal temperature a person should have. The frost on his face was melting and flowing down as snow water, while his pale complexion gradually regained its color and rosy hue.

He sat on the ground rubbing his buttocks, then looked up at Viserys, before awkwardly getting up and speaking.

"I hope I didn't scare you, my friend."

However, he then noticed Viserys's undisguised long silver-gold hair and violet-like eyes, and his expression froze slightly.

Viserys ignored the obvious recognition on the other man's face, and frowned as he looked at the short man in front of him.

Even with his limited knowledge, it was difficult for him to explain what had just happened, why a corpse would suddenly come back to life. What kind of magic was this?

"You are Holland Reed, the great leader of the Zedi people?"

Viserys asked in a cool, clear voice.

Holland Reed's expression was visibly tense, because he had indeed recognized who the person in front of him was.

Through the open gates of the castle, one could see a massive black dragon lying outside, while the person before them clearly possessed the characteristics of the Targaryen family: extraordinary beauty, long silver-gold hair, and violet eyes.

Who else in this world is a member of House Targaryen who owns a black dragon?

But this is not the result he expected!

Holland Reed was inwardly raging, but outwardly he appeared extremely flustered. He opened his mouth as if to conceal his identity, but after some thought, reason told him he shouldn't do so.

The short, swampy man could only nod.

"I am..."

However, before he could finish speaking, he saw the calm-looking silver-haired youth in front of him suddenly reach out and grab his shoulder.

Holland Reed was slightly startled. He instinctively tried to dodge, but found that the other person's hand seemed to be able to navigate, and he couldn't dodge it no matter what. Then he was grabbed by the shoulder.

"you!"

The short, swampy man was shocked and was about to say something when, in the next second, the world before his eyes suddenly changed.

Call ~

Time is rapidly reversing, and the dilapidated castle around us is gradually returning to its pre-collapse state.

The dim candlelight burned slowly, and a letter filled with writing pleading for help was placed on the table, signed by Eddard Stark, Duke of Winterfell.

Inside the castle, there was a slender girl with long brown hair and a thin boy with dark green eyes. He was very young, but his face was calm and serious, as if he had seen through many things in the world.

The man who had just spoken with Viserys and been brought back to life was also in the castle, kneeling silently before a shield bearing the emblem of a smiling heart tree.

"I saw."

However, at that moment, the boy who was being pulled by his older sister, who was thin and had dark green eyes, suddenly spoke up.

The man kneeling before the Smiling Tree shield suddenly trembled, then turned his head.

"What did you see, Jiujian?"

After the boy finished describing what he had seen, Holland Reed fell silent.

After a long while, he waved his hand and sent the brother and sister away.

Chapter 571 The Magic of the Swamp People

After his eldest daughter, Meera Reed, and his youngest son, Jojan Reed, left, in the dim candlelight, Holland Reed kowtowed several times before the Smiling Tree Shield and prayed silently for a long time.

He then stood up, reread the letter from the Duke of Winterfell pleading for help, put it down, found paper and pen in the drawer, sat down at the table, pondered for a moment, and wrote a few lines.

rustle...

The castle in the swamp was completely silent. Holland Reed sat alone at the table, writing something, seemingly a letter. After finishing, he carefully folded the letter, put it in an envelope, and tossed it onto the table.

Then he found a rope, moved a stool, tied the rope to the roof beam, and then, standing on the stool, put the noose around his neck...