Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"Euron Greyjoy's third brother?"

The monster, over two meters tall, lying on the ground, was breathing heavily, its eyes still somewhat dazed. But upon hearing the voice from above, it shuddered and snapped back to reality, quickly scrambling to its feet.

The Unsullied soldiers around them tensed up at the sight, gripping their shields and spears tightly, while the crew of the Stormrage drew their swords.

Melisandre remained standing behind Viserys, her beautiful red eyes intently observing the monster before her, her gaze filled with inquiry.

It seems they want to put the other person on the fire to find out the truth.

The red-robed witch's gaze caused the monster's body to tremble slightly, as it had now fully regained consciousness, and all the memories of its dazed state resurfaced.

This instantly brought back some unpleasant memories for it. The last person to become such a monster was burned alive on a stake by the red-robed monk. And now, the scene was so similar to that time, with humans surrounded by men with swords drawn and a red-robed monk in front of it.

However, it had already regained its senses and, having been completely powerless against the silver-haired man, naturally no longer thought about breaking through.

It still hadn't figured out who Viserys was, after all, it had been locked in a box for a long time and couldn't see or hear anything, and it had been starving for more than ten days. As soon as it came out, it was thrown over the shoulder.

But Viserys' question only took a second to consider before he decided to answer honestly, because his instincts told him that the man in front of him was much stronger than him.

"I'm."

Viktorion's voice was hoarse, like the sound of a sword scraping against the ground. Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for so long, his pronunciation had changed, but Viserys still understood him, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Although these people have repeatedly emphasized and confirmed that this is the old 3rd generation of the Greyjoy family, seeing is believing, and hearing is deceiving.

The half-human, half-fish monster in front of him didn't look like a human at all, but hearing it speak human language and admit its identity still gave Viserys a slight jolt.

Can a person really turn into such a monster?

However, considering the enemies in the northern ice fields, who can bring the dead back to life and fight again, it seems that nothing is impossible in this world.

How did you become like this?

Although he had already heard the descriptions from these people, which were roughly about encountering the same monster, being injured, and then discovering that he was cursed and his body was slowly changing, Viserys still wanted to hear Viserys tell the story again himself.

After Viktorion finished explaining, Viserys fell into deep thought.

He had hoped to get some useful information from Victarion, since he was the first person Viserys had encountered who could still regain his senses, and perhaps his demonization wasn't too severe.

However, in reality, Victalion didn't know much either; he was merely a victim.

"You are... Viserys?"

The merman monster, over two meters tall, stared at Viserys, who was deep in thought, for a moment in silence before finally asking a question.

He had thought he had arrived in Volantis, because only here did the Red Monks, the Unsullied Warriors, and the silver-haired people who were extremely rare in Westeros flourish.

However, after observing his surroundings, Victarion recognized that he was in the Red Keep of King's Landing. Victarion had visited King's Landing when he was young, and although the Red Keep had changed a lot, he still recognized it.

It was only then that he realized the identity of the person in front of him and couldn't help but ask to confirm it.

Chapter 753 Coburn

"This is His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire!"

Meanwhile, the commander of the Unsullied Legion, holding a spear, coldly reminded them that although there was no strict etiquette between ruler and subject here, addressing the emperor or king by their given names was still extremely disrespectful.

"His Majesty."

When he heard Black Bug's words, he paused for a moment, then changed his title, his voice becoming lower and more respectful.

"Can you bring me back to my senses?"

Viktorion suppressed his excitement and asked.

Since being afflicted with this mysterious curse, Victalion initially didn't take it seriously, but later he gradually began to despair.

There was no way to reverse it, nor was there any way to stop it. All one could do was watch helplessly as their body underwent changes, slowly transforming into a monster.

Until the very end... he completely lost his mind on the battlefield and became a killing machine.

However, Viserys changed everything, restoring his sanity. Although he could no longer become a human again, at least he was still himself, possessing his own consciousness, instead of a bloodthirsty monster. How could this not excite Victarion?

Viserys, who had been deep in thought, raised his head slightly upon hearing Victalion's words, then his eyes flickered before he nodded.

"Yes, I can."

"But we still need your cooperation to do some things."

The most fundamental way for Viserys to unravel the mystery of the black mist is to explore the Valyrian ruins once again, or to step into the bottomless pit beyond the Wall where the Old Gods once suppressed it.

However, with the harsh winter approaching, he increasingly felt that the enemy in the north was about to finish gathering its strength and was preparing to unleash it once again.

Therefore, Viserys is currently too busy to do anything other than prepare for battle. He has no time to explore the Valyrian ruins, especially since it is a very risky undertaking.

Only he knew just how dangerous it was inside.

In fact, the burden of resisting the White Walkers' invasion fell entirely on Viserys' own shoulders. In other words, Viserys could abandon the empire he had built and flee with his family, but the human world could not afford to lose him.

If Viserys were to suddenly disappear at this moment, who knows what changes would occur in the world, because the God of Cold has accumulated enormous power for this invasion and is determined to crush human resistance.

As the last hope and light for all mankind, and to save the collapsing empire, Viserys naturally could not easily leave his position to wander around. Therefore, he could only place the key to breaking the deadlock on Victarion.

We hope to find a breakthrough by examining his body.

Viserys pondered for a long time before finally speaking.

"Bring Cobain here."

...

That afternoon at the Red Fort.

A syringe, as thick as a baby's arm, with a thin needle, was inserted into Viktorion's body, and then a tube of dark liquid was drawn out.

This is the blood of Victarion, which may appear slightly reddish in the setting sun, but is a deep, dark color in a room without direct sunlight.

"His Majesty."

“I have extracted some of Lord Victalion’s blood and other characteristics.”

The gray-haired old scholar held several sealed jars of blood, as well as slime and scales from the mermaid monster, while on the other side, Victalion looked at the old man with a slightly unfriendly expression.

The intense look in the other person's eyes was so intense that even this straight-laced man, Viktorion, found it a little unbearable.

Koben looked at him as if he were looking at a stunning beauty or some rare treasure.

"but..."

"I'm afraid I still need some essential 'materials,' Your Majesty."

After extracting the mermaid monster's blood and some necessary characteristics, Qyburn handed them over to his little assistant, a deaf-mute child who could only use sign language. However, Qyburn did not leave in a hurry, but continued to ask for help.

The 'materials' Qyburn needed were widely known in the black market of King's Landing, as he frequently came there to purchase them. There were even rumors that people had heard about a mad maester who would harm corpses, and they demanded that the Iron Throne and the Church punish him. There were even protest rallies, but in the end, nothing came of it.

However, this experiment was unusual, and Coburn probably needed more than just a corpse.

Viserys paused for a moment upon hearing this, then waved his hand, signaling Qyburn to go to the prison and bring out some death row inmates.

In the real world, death row inmates really have no human rights. After all, they have committed heinous crimes and have been approved at every level, until the Minister of Justice of the Empire personally approved that they should not be dressed in black and should be executed immediately.

When Koben saw Viserys nod in agreement, a look of joy immediately appeared on his wrinkled face.

Human experimentation has always been a taboo that should never be touched in the civilized world. Viserys had previously strictly forbidden Qyburn from engaging in this research, especially from killing innocent people indiscriminately. However, death row inmates who had committed serious crimes were not included in this rule.

"His Majesty."

Then the elderly scholar, with gray hair, a slightly hunched back, and a face full of wrinkles, bowed slightly and then withdrew with his assistant.

No one wanted to get close to someone like Coburn, not even his fellow "senior" Dr. Ambrose.

However, with Viserys' permission, Qyburn still has a place in the Imperial Medical Academy, a well-equipped and well-funded independent laboratory where he conducts his own research in medicine, anatomy, and magic.

Influenced by Dr. Marwin, Qyburn held Dr. Marwin, the 'magician,' in the entire Citadel. As a result, he also had some knowledge of necromancy and could be considered an all-around research talent who followed the dark path.

This deaf-mute assistant was found by Coburn at the entrance of a slum while he was out "picking up goods".

He was abandoned by his biological parents, so Qyburn adopted him and raised him to this day, teaching him about medicine and magic and making him his assistant.

Viserys wants to unravel the mystery of the black mist, and since he is currently unable to do so, it is crucial to unravel the secrets of Victarion.

If he could, he even considered returning to the Valyrian ruins to capture a few monsters for research, but considering the danger and uncertainty of the matter, Viserys ultimately gave up. However, he never expected that such an opportunity would come knocking on his door again.

Asha Greyjoy certainly lived up to her expectations, giving herself a wonderful gift.

Qyburn extracted essential materials such as Victalion's blood and saliva. The next major research breakthrough would focus on how he was infected and how he became such a monster.

Is it possible to... artificially create such a monster?

Chapter 754 The Giant Prince

Good news came from the Kingsguard outside King's Landing.

After being pregnant for thirty-six months, Queen Ada Mashi Hend Dorren Elie of the Giants successfully gave birth to a giant prince.

His father, the giant king Magmaz Tundo Dor Vig, stayed by his son's side day and night, fearing that he would be harmed in any way. Even the dragons who also lived in the royal forest were not allowed to approach.

Of course, Mag wasn't afraid that the dragons would harm his son, after all, they had lived together for so many years. He was afraid that these big guys might accidentally trample him to death.

This is the giants' last seed.

Apart from the three adult dragons who were uninterested, all five young dragons gathered around, curiously craning their necks to watch from a distance. They were very interested in how humans reproduced. Although giants were not human, the dragons could not distinguish them clearly. In their eyes, giants were just 'tall little ones'.

"U-Tart-Na-Gan".

The giant king's voice boomed as the forest girls gathered around to watch.

However, these tiny creatures posed no threat to the giants and were kind-hearted, so Mag let them approach without worry.

In the ancient language of the giants, 'Uttanagan' means 'squirrel man'.

Dragons reproduce through dragon eggs, and the way the Children of the Forest reproduce is also very mysterious. According to legend, the weirwood tree is their mother. The Children of the Forest girl Snowflake is also curious about the birth of life, while Leaf had spied on human reproduction when she traveled to Westeros.

They used their magical powers to sing a collective blessing for the little wild prince.

The birth of a giant's child became the biggest event among the neighbors living in the Royal Forest. Just as the Forest Children were singing, a cloud of black mist suddenly spread out not far away.

Call ~

boom--

King Mag the Giant instantly became alarmed, holding up a large tree as he looked over, his arm muscles tense.

Then the black mist spread out, and a figure dressed in a magnificent golden robe emerged from it. The spreading black mist was then absorbed into his body.