Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

One of his guards from King's Landing, holding a blood-stained longsword, cut down a Dornish soldier. His face was blackened by the fire and smoke, but he still stood guard on either side of his master. Then he turned around and spoke with a worried voice.

"It's too dangerous here!"

"Please step back a little!"

However, the gray-red-haired man wearing the King's Hand Medal didn't care and waved his hand with a cold face as he spoke.

"It's alright!"

"The enemy is already a stray dog!"

There is a proverb in Westeros that roughly means: if a general cannot lead by example, what right does he have to demand bravery from his soldiers?

Jon Clinton often took it as her guiding principle in life.

During the Battle of the Bells, he led from the front, personally beheading Duke Horst Tully and nearly killing him, and also killing Dennis Arryn, the heir to the Vale, which directly resulted in the Vale having no successor.

He was not good with words, but good at doing things, and he was very particular about honor. Therefore, his persistence and silence were often seen as signs of arrogance and indifference.

"go with!"

"Find and capture all members of the Fuller family, including Count Franklin Fuller, a criminal who has violated the laws of the kingdom!"

"But remember not to harm their lives."

Then Jon Clinton gave orders to his guards.

He specifically instructed his soldiers not to kill innocent people indiscriminately, so as not to cause greater hatred.

The Cenford family suffered a tragedy. Now, in order to uphold justice and the laws of the kingdom, they led their soldiers to bring the criminals to justice and then wipe out the entire Fowler family. This cycle of killing and revenge has created endless hatred.

Therefore, Jon Clinton has always claimed that only the crimes of the ringleaders will be investigated, and that his family will not be implicated; her father's guilt has nothing to do with his daughter.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing their master's order, the guards from the Prime Minister's Tower who had come from King's Landing quickly nodded and were about to walk to the other side.

However, at that moment, a sudden change occurred.

The roof of the castle hall had collapsed, turning it into ruins. Only two lonely half-walls remained standing, still burning with flames and emitting thick black smoke.

Amidst these ruins, a man with dark, curly hair, reddish-brown skin, and burn marks on his face stared at Jon Clinton with hatred in his eyes.

He then drew his bow with trembling hands and aimed at the middle-aged man with gray-red hair.

His leather armor was charred, and he had a three-scorpion emblem on his chest. His rough clothes were worn through, and his fingers were blackened with blood. The intense stinging pain made him lose focus several times, but he still gritted his teeth and tried to aim.

Meanwhile, the unsuspecting Jon Clinton was still giving instructions to his bodyguards.

He subdued all members of the Fowler family, including the Dornish nobles who later participated in the war, and ordered them to be tried according to the laws of the kingdom, without resorting to vigilante justice. Then he waved his hand.

"Go!"

However, at this moment...

bang——

The sound of the bowstring was drowned out by the chaotic noise of the battlefield.

A cold arrow pierced through the thick black smoke and flames, then unexpectedly pierced directly into Jon Clinton's chest.

puff--

Fresh blood spurted out instantly.

Jon Clinton was caught off guard by a sudden arrow and fell into a pool of blood. The royal soldiers who rushed into Sky City were initially stunned, but then erupted into an uproar.

distance.

Viserys was surveying the entire battlefield when the black dragon Belerien descended from the sky and returned to his side.

However, at that moment, an image suddenly flashed before his eyes, and his expression changed abruptly.

"Oops."

He possessed fragmented precognitive abilities; he foresaw Jon Clinton's assassination attempt, but now that it was imminent, it was too late.

"Lord Jon Clinton!"

"Lord Jon Clinton!"

"The Emperor's chief minister has been assassinated!"

Meanwhile, on the other side, Wang Jun's soldiers were in an uproar.

The Reach nobles and knights who had followed Jon Clinton into Sky City felt a chill run down their spines at the sight.

"Oops!"

"This is troublesome!"

The Hand of the King, as the name suggests, is the king's right-hand man. However, the Hand of the King is suddenly assassinated. How furious will King Viserys be?

They dared not imagine what would happen next. If the king were to become enraged, there would surely be corpses strewn across the land, and the people of Dorne would likely be doomed. Their best outcome would be to remain uninvolved.

"Bachelor! Bachelor!"

"quick!"

The cadets with clerics around their necks rushed over to help Jon Clinton, who had been shot and fallen to the ground.

"Catch the murderer!"

"Catch the murderer!"

"Don't let anyone get away!"

The Reach Knights, having quickly recovered, roared in fury, venting all their anger on the poor Dornish soldiers.

They had just been receiving prisoners who had knelt and surrendered, but the moment Jon Clinton was assassinated, the situation changed instantly.

"Go to hell!"

All the soldiers of the royal army had bloodshot eyes and, without hesitation, raised their butcher knives and began a massacre.

"Kill them all!"

Puff puff--

The royal soldiers went on a killing spree, and the Dornish soldiers suffered a terrible fate. The battle, which was already one-sided, became even more devastating.

The Dornish soldiers who had already surrendered were also brutally murdered by having their throats slit, while the Dornish soldiers who had not surrendered did not even have the chance to surrender. Those who stubbornly resisted were riddled with thorns by several spears and fell into pools of blood.

Chapter 671 Death

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty."

The Battle of Tianji City finally came to an end in the afterglow of the setting sun.

rustle...

Viserys appeared on the battlefield, slowly walking towards them step by step.

wow-

The black cloak, secured to his shoulders with a metal dragon head medallion, swayed slightly in the wind, making a sound.

boom--

Meanwhile, his companion, the black dragon Belerien, landed heavily on the edge of the broken city wall of Tianji City, stirring up a rolling wave of air and dust.

It raised its huge, ferocious head, its pair of terrified, scarlet eyes looking down at the tiny creatures below.

Then it opened its massive maw and let out a deafening roar that carried far and wide.

It could sense Viserys's inner rage.

"Roar--"

wow-

The dragon's roar terrified the royal soldiers and Reach nobles who had made way for Viserys, and they immediately knelt down on one knee, forming a dense mass of kneeling figures.

Some of them had seen Viserys, while others had not.

They had assumed that His Majesty the King had only sent his steed into battle, but they never expected that His Majesty would personally lead the army, riding a giant dragon to Dorne to quell the rebellion.

The anxiety he felt just moments ago has now turned into a heart-pounding fear, because no one knows what will happen when Viserys learns of the death of his Prime Minister.

The city of Sky and the city is now in ruins. The flames in the city have not yet been extinguished, thick smoke still lingers, and the bodies of Dornish soldiers lie scattered everywhere on the ground.

However, the royal soldiers and knights of the River Bend knelt on one knee in the center of the corpse, none of them daring to raise their heads. Looking at the scorched earth beneath them, they swallowed hard.

The passage cleared by the River Reef Knights led to a corpse laid out on a door panel.

There was no stretcher, no coffin. They only found a door panel from the ruins and placed the body on it. They couldn't even find a white cloth to cover the body; only a corner of a flag covered the face.

The corpse wore a golden King's Hand medal on its chest, which should have shone brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun. However, the medal was now stained with large patches of its owner's blood, losing the luster and glory that gold should have brought.

Viserys walked slowly to the corpse, the fierce wind on the mountaintop gently ruffling his hair.

The silver-haired young man's face showed no anger or other emotions; perhaps he had hidden all his feelings.

"Ah."

He then nodded slightly to one of the Prime Minister's Tower guards beside him, as a gesture of acknowledgment.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The other person knelt down on one knee and quickly got up to remove the veil from Jon Clinton's face, revealing his cheek.

His eyes were slightly closed, his gray-red beard was still stained with blood, but his face was already pale and bloodless, and his body was already cold.

Jon Clinton's flame has been extinguished.

Viserys had already foreseen this outcome in the prophecy; his prophetic abilities were filled with too many uncontrollable elements, often consisting of only fragmented pieces.

If he had known this would happen... he would never have let Jon Clinton come to Dorn.

However, it was too late to say all this now. He was just clinging to a last hope, but Jon Clinton was indeed dead, and even the Black Mist could not save him.

"Jon."

Viserys' eyes narrowed slightly, and his gloved fingers clenched tightly.