Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Moreover, since he has come back to life and has not turned into a weirwood tree, he still has some things to do in the Graywater View.

He told Viserys that he would arrive in King's Landing before the trial, to represent the Zephyr people at the grand ceremony, to swear allegiance to the king, and, incidentally, to find his two children.

Chapter 573 Blood Play Troupe

The trip was very fruitful. Afterwards, Viserys bid farewell to the Great Chieftain of the Swamplands, mounted his dragon, and set off to return to King's Landing.

"Roar--"

Bellerion glanced down at Holland Reed. Dragons are extremely sensitive to the presence of magic, and it could sense that this mysterious 'little bean' had some skill. Then it let out a deep and powerful roar.

boom--

With a powerful stomp of its hind legs, the dragon unleashed a roar of enormous wings, creating a towering wave of air that tore through the snow and snow, propelling it straight into the sky and away from Greywater Lookout, the hidden floating island in the swamp.

Meanwhile, the Great Chieftain of the Swamp People on the ground stood in front of the castle watching Viserys leave, his face covered in dust and dirt, coughing incessantly as he swallowed mouthfuls of wind, snow, and mud.

The journey back to King's Landing from Neck Marsh is actually quite long. Although Balerion could fly back in one go, he had been flying all day, and even dragons aren't made of iron; they need proper rest, hunting, and eating.

Unfortunately, the Neck Marsh was deserted, even the plants were all dead, let alone any blood food to satisfy the dragon's appetite.

Moreover, Viserys didn't need to rush back to King's Landing so soon. He wouldn't have much to do there anyway, so he might as well wander around the vast world, enjoying his solitude and relaxing a bit.

Perhaps he was also unqualified as a king, because no good king would dislike staying in his palace and instead go out and run around by himself when he had nothing to do.

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Therefore, by the time the dragon had flown away from the Neck Marsh, the sky had darkened and the surrounding air had gradually warmed up.

Jingze is like a dividing line between cold and warm. South of Jingze is the warm summer, while north of Jingze is still shrouded in the cold winter.

Viserys decided to rest in the Twins for one night before setting off again the next day.

He was torn between going to Casterly Rock tomorrow and returning home.

Reyne and the Targaryen army, escorting Tywin Lannister, had already begun their journey home. Almost all the blond-haired people in Casterly Rock and Lannisport had been slaughtered; there wasn't a single familiar face left, and there was no point in him going...

"Ho-"

Then the dragon let out a deep roar like rolling thunder, and its enormous figure swooped down from the sky through the clouds.

However, on the ground, a group of strangely dressed and fierce-looking Brotherhood members occupied the abandoned Twins.

They lit torches to dispel the darkness, and, under the banner of a black goat, numbered about a hundred. Among them were old and young, fat and short, with various appearances and hair colors, indicating that they did not come from the same region or race, and none of them were friendly.

"dragon!"

"Damn it! It's a dragon!"

"Run away!"

However, when these fierce-looking mercenaries, each resembling a boss, saw Bellerion descend from the sky, they turned into frightened lambs, their faces paling and spewing out a torrent of vulgarities.

"Fuck me!"

"Bullshit! We only looted a few villages and kidnapped a few scumbags, is it really necessary to send a dragon to capture us?!"

They were terrified and fled in a panic, thinking that the dragon swooping down from above was targeting them.

He didn't even have time to take the golden dragon and various gold and silver jewelry that he had earned through his 'hard work' during this period, and turned around and fled into the woods outside the city.

Viserys also saw the frightened Brotherhood members below. He apologized for scaring the little darlings, but he was just stopping by and wouldn't make a fuss over a few petty thieves.

However, Viserys was quite displeased with what these petty thieves left behind, including severed limbs and human heads rolling on the ground, emitting a foul stench.

There was also a large group of prisoners, who showed expressions of fear and numbness. It seemed that these petty thieves enjoyed torturing their prey. However, they were bound hand and foot and imprisoned in the former stables of the Twins, unable to escape even when the dragon descended.

However, although Viserys was young, as a commander with extensive experience in many wars, he was naturally immune to the sight of severed limbs and severed heads scattered on the ground.

The battlefield is far more bloody than this... No veteran who has been on the battlefield would be frightened by such a scene.

Therefore, the silver-haired youth frowned slightly, and then Bellerion understood.

"Ho-"

The dragon let out a low roar, raised its head high, and then unleashed a torrent of dragonfire.

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The raging dragonfire burned the filth and the tents and belongings left behind by the Brotherhood to ashes, purifying the surrounding air and making it less stenchy.

Suddenly, the dragon spewed dragon flames, and the victims imprisoned in the stables immediately showed fear on their faces, as if recalling some bad memories. They let out terrified howls and all shrank into the corner of the stables.

Apart from a girl with a dusty face and short black hair, whose hands were rough and looked like she often handled knives and other weapons, she stood up, her eyes shining with a strong light of hope.

"A dragon! He is..."

Her hands and feet were tightly bound with the thickest iron chains, and there were fresh, mottled bloodstains on her body, indicating that she had just been captured and that the Brotherhood members were on high alert.

...

"He's Viserys?"

In the distant woods, the fraternity members were lying in the trees, whispering amongst themselves. One of them asked a question, and another answered.

How many dragons are left in the world?

"This black dragon must be Belial, and its master must be Viserys."

The word "king" is something high above and extremely distant from them.

For these vicious criminals and exiles, their entire lives should have been completely unrelated to a king.

However, I never expected that I would accidentally bump into the king who was passing by while I was camping today.

The other party came riding a giant dragon, and their mere accidental passing by terrified them like startled rabbits, forcing them to hide in the woods in a sorry state.

"That's fucking awesome!"

One mercenary, unwilling to accept defeat, voiced the sentiments of the others, which resonated with them.

Compared to this person, I can't even feel jealousy.

People only feel jealous when the gap between them isn't too large. However, when the gap between people is enormous, they don't even feel jealous; instead, they feel a deep sense of awe.

We were like mudfish and rats in a gutter; the other party could accidentally step on us and kill us without us even noticing, and might even complain that our shoes were dirty.

"Why is he not sitting on his Iron Throne and content to be his king? What's he doing out here all the time?"

The tall, thin leader of the Brotherhood, with a goatee, spoke resentfully, saying that they came from the continent of Essos, originally intending to take advantage of the chaos in the Seven Kingdoms to make a fortune.

However, the reality is that the nobles of the seven kingdoms are indeed too busy to attend to them. The thieves have made a fortune, but all their gains are in the Twins and have vanished in an instant.

"Tell me... how much ransom could we extort if we kidnapped the kings of the seven kingdoms?"

Then, the leader named Waghot seemed to suddenly think of something and spoke, his eyes flashing with madness and eagerness.

Chapter 574 Rescuing the Villagers

The words of the Warriors' leader, Waghurst, shocked everyone present. Of course, they also had another, less flattering name: the 'Bloody Troupe'.

They hailed from the infamous continent of Essos, their main members being criminals and exiles from various regions, and were known by this name for their cruelty and bizarre attire.

However, the fact that their current leader, a tall, thin Kohor man with a goatee and an indistinct speech, uttered this bold idea still left all the criminals present looking at each other in disbelief.

"You want to target the leader of the human legion?"

A hunchbacked, gray-haired scholar narrowed his eyes, his attitude extremely cautious. He thought Vargoth's idea was too crazy, considering that Viserys was rumored to have fought against the leader of the White Walkers, although none of them had ever seen him.

However, Brother Ert, who enjoys child abuse, and Shagway, the 'mad clown', and others in the team are eager to try it out.

They were inherently crazy, fearless, and adept at risking their lives. The scene described by Wagner Hurt, in particular, made them tremble with excitement.

How insane is the idea of ​​kidnapping a king?

How much ransom can they extort?

Seeing the excitement gradually spreading across the faces of his companions, the old scholar who had initially wanted to speak up to stop them couldn't help but shut his mouth. Associating with madmen and demons was a choice he had been forced to make. Others might see him as such a person, but he believed he possessed reason.

However, despite their insane idea of ​​kidnapping the king, they had to confront an undeniable problem: the existence of a terrifying dragon separated them from each other.

They had to wait until the dragon left Viserys's side before they could act, otherwise it would all be for nothing, and their small force would only be adding to the dragon's dinner.

The villains of the Blood Troupe hid in the woods outside the Twins, concealing themselves and waiting for the dragons to leave before attacking Viserys.

They had expected to wait a long time, but it seemed the gods had 'favored' them.

They didn't have to wait long before the terrifying dragon, large enough to blot out the sky, let out a deep roar, then flapped its wings and flew into the sky under the bright moonlight, seemingly going out to hunt for food.

Only Viserys and the villagers they had captured remained in the ruined Twins.

...

Inside the Twin Rivers, a handsome, silver-haired youth sat in a clean spot and lit a bonfire.

The firelight brought warmth and dispelled the darkness, allowing him to go for long periods without food. But Bellerion couldn't; dragons need to consume large quantities of food each day.

Now that they were not in King's Landing, Balerion had to find his own food, so Viserys sent him out to play by himself.

He then untied the villagers who were imprisoned in the stable, cut their ropes one by one with his sword, and released them.

Some of these villagers were missing limbs, covered in wounds, and some were even on the verge of death. Inside the abandoned castle rooms were some women who were also victims; they were the wives or daughters of these villagers.

However, war is a game for the powerful and wealthy, but a disaster for ordinary people. Insignificant ants under the sway of the tide are easily destroyed.

When Viserys used his sword to cut through the ropes binding these people, the girl whose hands and feet were bound with iron chains stared wide-eyed; she had never seen such a sharp sword before.

Then, when Viserys walked up to her, the slender girl with long legs extended her hands.

Thank you.

Her voice was somewhat hoarse, unlike the other girls' melodious voices.

There were calluses on the base of her thumb and the knuckles of her fingers, which looked like marks left from years of holding a knife, a stark contrast to the smile on her face.

Viserys glanced at her, especially at the calluses on her hands, and then without hesitation, the twilight in his hand fell, snapping the hard rope binding the girl with a clang.

Then the silver-haired youth cleaved the girl's shackles with another sword strike, finally freeing her.

The girl looked to be around the same age as Viserys, not yet twenty, full of youth and vitality, but her face was dirty, which seemed to be related to her disguise, and there were mottled bloodstains left from the battle on her body.

She stretched her arms and legs, then retrieved her own scimitar and dagger from the kitchen on the other side and tucked them behind her back before turning to look at the silver-haired youth who continued to release people.

"Are you Viserys?"