Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"The kings of the seven kingdoms?"

Unlike the others, the other rescued villagers knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Viserys in gratitude. With Viserys' permission, they picked up a few gold dragons or silver deer from the ground and then hurriedly fled the place.

But the girl, dressed in tattered gray-black leather armor and covered in blood, did not leave. Instead, she followed Viserys and asked him a question.

Her words sent a shiver down the spines of the villagers who were picking up gold coins from the ground, and their gazes toward Viserys were filled with even more awe.

Although they had already suspected this after just seeing the dragon, the word "king" was as distant from the peasants as the villains of the Blood Troupe.

Viserys did not answer the other man's question. Instead, he cut the ropes binding the last villager, who knelt down and kowtowed to him.

"Thank you... Your Majesty."

Then they ran over and hurriedly picked up the scattered golden dragons on the ground. Some of them had melted and solidified into the ground under Bellerion's dragon flames, but they didn't mind. They knelt down and dug them out of the ground to put them into their pockets.

"Take some money and leave quickly, otherwise you won't be able to leave soon."

Viserys, seeing their greedy expressions, then spoke up to warn them.

"Okay...okay, thank you, Your Majesty."

Viserys's sudden words startled the rescued villagers, who stopped what they were doing. Although they were still greedy and wanted to find more of the treasure left behind by the bandits, they dared not pick up any more gold coins.

This is the king's order...

Viserys stood before the campfire, holding a blood-red longsword. His long, silver-gold hair reflected the light slightly. He was tall and handsome, truly possessing the bearing of a ruler.

Having reigned as king for over a decade, he possessed the bearing of a monarch, and his words carried unquestionable authority.

The villagers restrained their greed, thanked Viserys once more, and then left.

Chapter 575 Asha Greyjoy

Viserys then turned to look at the girl in black and gray leather armor following behind him. His pale purple eyes were calm and his voice was steady.

Why aren't you leaving?

Viserys' words had frightened the villagers, and his gaze was equally intimidating, causing even the girl who had conquered the sea to involuntarily shrink back slightly.

But it was her personality—she was inherently strong-willed, proud, and dared to challenge tradition—that led her to snort coldly and speak.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

However, this was already an obvious question, and Viserys didn't need to answer it.

"Are you from the Iron Islands?"

Clang...

Viserys sheathed the twilight sword in his hand and then asked.

The girl looked at his divine weapon, capable of cutting through gold and jade and slicing through iron like mud, and her eyes revealed a hint of envy. As a warrior, who wouldn't like such a weapon?

"Is this the famous 'Twilight'?"

"Ah."

The girl didn't hide anything when she heard about Viserys's question; instead, she readily nodded and admitted it.

"How did you know?"

"accent."

"Only the Iron Islands people speak with a rough, hoarse voice, as if they have phlegm in their mouths."

"you…"

The girl was momentarily speechless, her smile vanished, replaced by an angry expression as she glared at him fiercely.

This is related to the climate of the Iron Islands. The islands are surrounded by the sea, the air is humid, and the sea breeze is fierce. People in the Iron Islands have rough, red, and dry skin on their cheeks, and their throats are also affected.

If anyone else had said that, she would have already slashed them with her sword. However, the identity of the person speaking to her meant that she could only swallow her anger.

She gripped the hilt of her sword, ignoring Viserys's words, and looked up at the dark night sky, where the bright moon hung high and the abandoned castle was ablaze with firelight.

"You are my savior, Viserys."

“If you hadn’t happened to be passing by, I might have been defiled by these scumbags and then had my throat slit.”

She readily admitted that she had prepared for the worst.

Not long ago, she led several of her men out of the deep mountains to plunder food, but they did not expect to be attacked by the Blood Opera Troupe.

The enemy outnumbered her and killed all her subordinates. She was the only one who survived, and that was only because they tried to defile her.

But this world was too cruel for the girl. She knew very well that even if she offered her body to these villains, the final result would be nothing more than death, and after she was done, her throat would be slit.

Her people were experts at raiding; she was so experienced that she had already prepared for the worst.

But she was not destined to die. The king of the seven kingdoms was not sitting on his iron throne, but happened to be passing by on a dragon and rescued her.

But she didn't intend to leave just like that. Instead, she chose to stay by Viserys' side and then spoke in a serious voice to remind him.

"You shouldn't have let your black dragon leave. Who knows if those damned guys will come back?"

"I'm actually doing this for your own good, because you saved me. Otherwise, no matter if you were some damn king or not, I wouldn't have stayed to help you."

The dragon had just abruptly flapped its wings and flown away. She couldn't understand what Viserys and the dragon were saying, so she couldn't stop it. But she was afraid that the villains from the Blood Troupe would return.

It would be dangerous for Viserys to be alone here, so the girl, being a man of honor, stayed behind to warn him.

"who are you?"

Upon hearing what the girl said, the silver-haired youth turned his head slightly and asked.

He didn't pay much attention to the girl at first. He noticed the calluses on her hands. Although most girls wouldn't handle a knife, this cruel world forces some girls to take up arms to protect themselves.

However, a few words later on made Viserys suddenly become interested in her identity.

“Asha.”

“Asha Greyjoy, I am the daughter of the sea monster, the daughter of Balon Greyjoy.”

The girl answered Viserys' question without hesitation, her carefree personality even resembling that of a man.

"Oh?"

"You're Baron's daughter? You're still alive?"

Viserys raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. He had heard of the name before and had some impression of the woman. She was a future outstanding female captain and fleet commander.

He thought she had died on the Iron Islands, but he never expected that she had survived and had been hiding in the mountains of the West.

Where is your father?

"died."

When Asha Greyjoy heard Viserys's question, she didn't hide anything and shrugged slightly before speaking.

In fact, Asha's relationship with her father, Baron, was not very close, mainly due to Baron's strict discipline.

After his only son was taken away, he placed all his hopes on Asha, raising her as a man, which led to her becoming the captain of the 'Black Wind'. However, the corresponding price was their relationship.

Asha then recounted what happened after the fall of the Iron Islands. The fall of the Iron Islands has always been an unsolved mystery, and no one knows how the Iron Islands were breached by the Legion of the Dead.

The army of the dead suddenly appeared behind the allied forces, nearly annihilating them all, and King Robert was also shot and fell from his horse.

If Viserys hadn't single-handedly repelled the Night King, the consequences of the combined forces being attacked from both sides would have been unimaginable, and the entire world would have been in grave danger.

However, at that moment, screams suddenly rang out outside Twin Rivers City, and several fleeing villagers were killed by members of the Warriors' Guild.

"coming."

Viserys tilted his eyes slightly to the side.

The mercenaries of the Blood Play Troupe immediately had ideas after the dragon left, and even the gray-haired scholar couldn't voice his opposition.

So the criminals from all over returned, intending to kidnap Viserys and demand a huge ransom from the Iron Throne.

Asha's expression changed drastically upon hearing the sounds from the outside world.

"I knew it! They really came back!"

"Run away!"

"Can you call your dragon back?"

However, Viserys, sitting in a clean spot, appeared calm and shook his head.

"I didn't intend to go through the trouble of killing them..."

"But if they dare to come back, they'll be courting death."

He then threw the firewood into the blazing fire, and at that moment, another shrill scream rang out.

"what--"

This time, they were right next to each other, and they could even see the ferocious expressions on the faces of these thugs.

Damn it!

The raging flames distorted her vision as Asha drew the curved sword from her waist.

However, as soon as she drew her scimitar, Asha froze on the spot, wondering if she was seeing things.

She watched helplessly as the scream she had just heard was revealed to be from a mercenary from a blood-drama troupe who had pierced his companion's chest with a sword, his face contorted with cruelty and savagery.

"Go to hell!"

"What the hell are you doing?!"

The remaining mercenaries of the Blood Play Troupe were horrified, but then they all fell into a bloody fight, their eyes bloodshot and flesh flying everywhere, right in front of Viserys.

The silver-haired youth remained calmly seated in front of the campfire, tossing in a piece of firewood; the blazing flames distorted his figure.

"this…"

Asha Greyjoy's eyes widened, and her body even trembled slightly.

Chapter 576 Coburn

The Blood Play Troupe's raid began quickly and ended just as quickly.

The girl with short black hair stared blankly, holding a curved knife, as she watched the vicious thugs fight each other with ferocious expressions, as if they had some deep-seated hatred, until they all fell down.