Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Except for the last grey-robed scholar, who was spared due to his cautious nature and physical disability, all the other members of the Blood Play Troupe fought each other to the death, with none escaping unscathed.

The gray-robed scholar who had narrowly escaped death had never seen such a scene before and was so frightened that his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground.

His face was still splattered with blood. He leaned against the wall, trembling, staring in terror at the silver-haired youth sitting by the campfire, his gaze as if he were looking at a demon.

Asha Greyjoy, too, looked at Viserys with a hint of fear in her eyes.

"you…"

No one present was stupid. Although the members of the Blood Play Troupe were all crazy, they were not stupid. There was no reason for them to suddenly start killing each other.

There is only one possibility: it came from this mysterious young dragon lord.

There were rumors that the king possessed magic, and now it seems there was some truth to them.

"Ho-"

At that moment, the roar of a black dragon echoed in the sky outside Twin Rivers City. He had just taken a bath in the Green Fork River outside the city and caught some fish and beasts to satisfy his hunger.

boom--

Then Bellerion descended from the sky with a whooshing sound, landing on the ground and creating a huge shockwave.

It saw corpses everywhere, white mist spewed from its nostrils, then tilted its head slightly with a look of confusion in its eyes, and turned to look at Viserys. It seemed that something had happened here after it left.

"what…"

The scholar, dressed in a gray robe and whose legs had given way, was terrified when he saw the dragon descend from the sky. He was so frightened that he forgot all about his disheveled state and scrambled to a corner against the wall in panic. The rolling waves of air drenched him in dust.

Meanwhile, the silver-haired youth sitting on the other side remained calm throughout, and he didn't even need to personally deal with this group of scum.

He used the stick in his hand to stir the firewood in the campfire, making the flames burn more fully, then threw the stick aside, stood up and walked towards the scholar, wanting to ask him a few questions.

In fact, the down-on-his-luck grey-robed maester did not escape by chance; rather, Viserys intentionally wanted to leave one alive.

He didn't know who these people were; he just killed them on a whim. Viserys hadn't originally intended to go to great lengths to hunt down these bandits; it was a matter for the local nobles. But he hadn't expected them to court death.

However, Viserys stood up and walked toward the maester, which frightened the maester so much that he turned even paler and hurriedly kowtowed on the ground, begging for his life.

"Your Majesty, spare my life! Your Majesty, spare my life..."

The scholar knelt on the ground and saw the pair of deerskin boots stop in front of him. His body trembled uncontrollably. Then he heard a calm voice above him.

"What's your name?"

Viserys asked.

"Cobain!"

"Your Majesty, my name is Coburn!"

The grey-robed scholar kowtowed repeatedly, his forehead even bleeding, before hurriedly replying.

...

The fact that Viserys casually wiped out the Blood Troupe was indeed beyond his expectations.

This renowned mercenary group seemed rather vulnerable, and was buried silently within the Twins. What Viserys didn't expect was that the harvest from this trip was so abundant.

Asha Greyjoy, daughter of the Kraken, and some of the Ironborn hid in the mountains of the Westerlands. When the White Walkers were defeated, they did consider returning to the Iron Islands.

However, the escape ships were all damaged, and then the human alliance broke out into a civil war. The Riverlands quickly became a war zone, and all the key roads in the western region were strictly blocked. These Ironborn dared not make any rash moves and just stayed in the mountains, occasionally going down to plunder.

However, when she finally had the opportunity to return to the Iron Islands, she heard that the Iron Islands had fallen into the hands of her second uncle, Euron Greyjoy.

Based on her understanding of her second uncle, and after careful consideration, Asha did not return to the Iron Islands to seek refuge with Euron, but instead continued to hide in the mountains waiting for an opportunity.

She finally got the opportunity she wanted: meeting Viserys in person was Asha's greatest chance, and she was also a significant gain for Viserys.

Euron Greyjoy had asked his king several times to take his nephew Theon away, but Viserys refused, because Theon was a weakness of Euron, and so was Asha.

This brother and sister duo are a powerful tool for Viserys to keep Euron in check at any time.

Another important gain was Qyburn, who can be considered the best doctor in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire. Although his medical skills were unconventional, the results were extremely amazing.

Moreover, he is an all-rounder, with some knowledge of magic, a rich imagination, and a talent for invention and creation.

The next morning, after a night's rest, Viserys set off from the Twins. He did not go to the Westerlands, but returned directly to King's Landing.

Asha Greyjoy's request to join the kingdom, distinct from her uncle's, was granted. She returned to the mountains first to find the remaining Ironborn loyal to her father, and then led them to King's Landing to assume their posts.

As for Maester Qyburn, he first followed Asha back to the mountains, and then returned to King's Landing with the Ironborn. Viserys also had an important plan for him.

...

Viserys rode back to King's Landing on a dragon.

King's Landing is bustling with activity. News of the Vale's surrender traveled back by water first, followed by the raven's official report.

Rheem rode her dragon back to King's Landing faster than the Targaryen army, receiving a warm welcome from the people and even earning the title of 'Dragon Queen' among them.

Meanwhile, Daenerys, who was left behind by Viserys in Pentos, recently arrived in King's Landing by boat, accompanied by the Prime Minister Jon Clinton, who was in charge of things from the rear, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer Illyrio Mopatis.

"When was the last time we saw three dragons converge in King's Landing?"

A middle-aged man with greyish-red hair, wearing the Hand of the King medal, stood on the walls of the Red Keep at Aegon High, overlooking the entire city of King's Landing, including the three dragons flying overhead, and couldn't help but sigh.

"To be precise, it's not three dragons, but eight, Lord Jon Clinton."

"I felt as if I had returned to the most prosperous period of the country in an instant."

At that moment, a bald eunuch with his hands crossed inside his sleeves walked over and spoke.

Chapter 577 Gathering in the Kingdom

When Daenerys set off for King's Landing, she also took five more dragonflights living in the Kingswood, to prevent a repeat of what happened last time.

Viserion would be in danger if he left the young dragons and lost the protection of the juvenile dragons. However, in reality, the young dragons had grown for more than a year, almost two years, and their size had changed significantly.

The largest red dragon, Vaghar, reached a length of eight or nine meters including its tail. Its red scales resembled blazing flames, and its massive head could swallow a sheep whole, revealing its ferocity.

The growth rate of young dragons is extremely fast. Bellerion grew to 15 meters in a year, while his other two brothers only grew to 5 or 6 meters.

The eldest of the five young dragons, Vaghar, is even more talented than Rego and Viserion.

The other young dragons were equally determined and fought hard to catch up.

"Robert was dissolute and extravagant, squandering the national treasury and owing millions of gold dragons. I thought the country had lost all hope, but I never expected hope to come so quickly."

Seeing the two people on the city wall turn to look at him, Varys exchanged a subtle glance with Illyrio, then shrugged slightly and spoke.

"Lord Varys."

Jon Clinton, however, failed to notice the exchange of glances between Varys and Illyrio, and merely nodded slightly in greeting to the newcomer.

"Long time no see."

He certainly knew Varys. Jon Clinton had been Hand of the King and Commander-in-Chief of the Army for the Mad King Aerys II, and Varys had served alongside Jon Clinton, making them colleagues.

Back then, everyone was in their own positions. Jon Clinton, young and in a high position, was inevitably arrogant, so his relationship with this intelligence minister was just so-so. He didn't deliberately try to befriend him, and only contacted him when he needed something.

However, after more than a decade of ups and downs, Jon Clinton, once a promising young man, has become a disheveled middle-aged man with a stubble beard, messy hair, wearing dark leather armor, a long sword at his waist, and a gray cloak draped over his back.

If it weren't for the King's Hand medal he wore on his chest, he might have been mistaken for a passerby or a mercenary; he appeared very low-key and reserved.

"It's a pity that if the Mad King had listened to my advice back then, he might not have ended up being killed by the regicide."

When old friends meet, it's inevitable that the conversation will start with reminiscing about the past.

Varys once advised the Mad King not to open the city gates to Tywin Lannister.

However, the Mad King, who usually followed Varys's advice, suddenly adopted the suggestion of Grand Maester Paisell for some unknown reason.

He ordered the gates of King's Landing to be opened to the Lannister army, which led to a massacre. The Mad King ordered wildfires to be set on fire, but was stopped by the Kingslayer.

However, Jon Clinton doesn't seem to want to bring up the topic from back then, because it has always been a difficult hurdle for him to overcome.

"Yes, indeed."

The middle-aged man with gray-red hair remained silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"However, every cloud has a silver lining, and the events of that year have shaped the current king."

"His Majesty defeated the White Walkers, saved all mankind, swept across the Seven Kingdoms, and reclaimed the Iron Throne. His achievements are unparalleled."

Then Jon Clinton nodded to Illyrio and Varys and began to speak.

"I have some things to do."

"Lord Illyrio, Lord Varys, farewell."

Jon Clinton took his leave, and the two senior members of the Council of Kings naturally watched their leader depart with utmost respect.

Only after the middle-aged man's figure had completely disappeared did Illyrio's smile fade, and he turned to look at Varys.

“Aegon…”

However, the fat man in the gorgeous robe had just started when Varys shook his head and stopped him.

"Shhh."

Illyrio looked puzzled.

"My little bird isn't the only one in King's Landing; there's also the bastard from the North."

Varys looked around very cautiously and noticed that some passing maids did look in their direction, but they only glanced at them before hurrying away.

He then breathed a sigh of relief and spoke.

The bald eunuch was caught off guard by Rams's machinations. The powers of the Ministry of the Interior and the Minister of Intelligence were slightly conflicting, so there was naturally an irreconcilable contradiction between the two.

Varys once moved freely among the nobles of King's Landing, living a carefree life, but now Ramsay's arrival has given him a great sense of crisis.

There were even several leaks that led to Viserys personally questioning him, leaving Varys somewhat overwhelmed. He knew that the Ministry of the Interior was targeting him, so he had to brace himself to meet the challenge from the bastard.

However, the interior of the Red Keep is actually not in any major danger. The secret passages inside the Red Keep were sealed off and filled in long ago. Without this passage, and with the Red Keep's guards replaced by Unsullied, it is practically impenetrable.

Moreover, as Viserys's loyal hound, Ramsay would only fawn over the king now that he was sweeping across the Seven Kingdoms and at the height of his power, and it was even less likely that Ramsays would have any disloyalty. As for Varys's little bird, it would be difficult for it to infiltrate the Red Keep.

"His Majesty personally approved Aegon's affair with the Church; you should not interfere lightly..."

Varys then confessed to his friend that Illyrio had just arrived in King's Landing from Pentos and was not very familiar with the political situation in the city.

"Your Majesty and the Queen are both young and fertile. Although they have just given birth to a princess, it is only a matter of time before a prince is born."

"For Aegon, having such a powerful emperor above him, it was already quite an achievement that he managed to retain the title of prince throughout his life..."