Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"However, it would be too hasty to suspect Viserys just because a dragon appeared."

"Given the White Walkers' ability to control corpses, I have reason to suspect that the White Walkers are controlling the corpse of a dragon."

"The key-keeper of Braavos spoke up."

"Controlling the corpse of a giant dragon?"

His words sounded much more reliable than the other man's. They were gathered in the Neptune's Palace not to gang up on Viserys, but to solve a problem. If they wanted to criticize each other, they would have done so countless times behind each other's backs.

However, while many people agreed with his words, others raised objections.

"But there are only a few dragons left in the world. Where did the White Walkers get control of a dragon's corpse?"

"Could it be that one of Viserys' dragons died?"

At the meeting in the Palace of Neptune in Braavos, some people did not appear, but they became the main characters.

"Everyone!"

Braavos Poseidon felt a headache coming on as he listened to the sounds below. He then tapped his ring lightly and spoke.

"Let's not dwell on where this dragon's corpse came from."

Who cares where it came from?

"The issue we need to discuss now is how to deal with this crisis and protect this great city from being destroyed in our hands."

"It was Sea King Braavos who spoke."

"Now it can be confirmed that the White Walkers do indeed control a dragon, and those burned to death by this dragon can be directly transformed into wights."

"Does that mean that preparing any impregnable defense is useless?"

"The White Walkers only need to ride their dragons to our rear, set a fire, and this place will fall."

"How... should we fight this?"

"Please feel free to share your opinions."

Thormo Frega, the Sea King of Braavos, fell silent instantly upon hearing his words.

Because the question he raised hit the nail on the head. Everyone was just thinking about where the dragon came from, but no one had thought about how to deal with it.

But now that I've calmed down, it's truly terrifying to think about.

How should we play this?

"Perhaps...perhaps, we can ask His Majesty the Emperor for help."

At that moment, the man who had initially accused Viserys spoke up, drawing everyone's attention.

Chapter 787 The Supreme Conference of Humanity

However, it's easier said than done. Back when Westeros was in the Civil War, Braavos sided with King Robert.

The Iron Treasury provided King Robert with a large amount of low-interest or even interest-free loans, and their true trust was undoubtedly that of the silver-haired youth who had repeatedly defeated Braavos on the continent of Essos.

However, many years have passed, and the boy who was once trembling with fear has grown into a young man riding a dragon. Now, he has created a great empire and become a father of two.

However, the past kindness between the two has long since dissipated with the events that followed, and now it seems that only hatred remains.

The Braavos are asking Viserys for help?

Can it work?

Everyone turned to look at Thormo Freyga, the current King of Braavos, wanting to see the expression on his face.

Thormo Frega also sensed the difficulty of the situation, recalling what Viserys had said to him when they were at the feet of the Titans.

At that time, the previous Aquaman, Ferrego Antalion, had committed war crimes, and Thormo Frega had just won the political struggle by burning Braavos with Viserys, thus becoming the next Aquaman.

"We can't do it on our own."

Neptune was silent for a moment before speaking.

"We also need to contact other people."

"Who?"

Someone asked.

“Other trading city-states.”

"We must unite and appeal to the Valyrian Empire for help. They also have vast territories on the continent of Essos and will not stand idly by while our trading city-states fall one after another."

Thormo Frega spoke, and everyone present nodded in agreement.

Viserys's origins are in Andalus, and Andalus and Pentos are his base, along with the newly conquered Kingdom of the Three Daughters.

The empire will not so easily give up these territories and watch the trading city-states fall. Therefore, if the situation in Essos becomes serious, it will definitely come to the rescue.

However, if only Braavos were to plead for help from King's Landing, their voices would carry little weight and would not be taken seriously. Braavos, once the leading trading city-state and the center of world trade, now felt powerless, facing a young and vast empire standing beside them, brimming with expansionist ambitions.

Therefore, Aquaman Braavos requested that everyone be brought along, including Loras, Corho, Norfos, and others. The more people he brought, the stronger his influence would be in the future alliance.

Currently, the kingdom of 'Forest Walkers' Everville is battling the White Walkers, using magic in the forest to temporarily slow their advance.

They also sent out a plea for help to the trading city-states. Evveron's messengers have arrived in Braavos to ask for help, but Braavos has not yet responded to the Wood People's plea.

"In that case, it's decided."

After careful consideration, Aquaman Braavos made the decision.

"This is a crisis that concerns the fate of all mankind. We must unite and convene a supreme human conference to discuss how to deal with it."

"Gather everyone! Leaders of all the city-states! Let's go to King's Landing!"

...

Beyond the Great Wall lies the vast Ghost Forest.

The area is now covered in a layer of snow, and it is completely silent. Even the chirping of birds is rare. Dense rows of trees stand tall, mostly pine and cypress trees that can withstand the severe cold.

Darkness now shrouds the land of Westeros, with only a few stars faintly visible in the sky. Viserys, riding his dragon, flies over the Wall and gazes toward the frontier.

After leaving the Wall, Viserys felt a distinct sense of unease, as if a pair of eyes were open in the darkness, staring at him.

However, others did not feel this way, such as Daenerys and Reyne when they were on patrol. But Viserys overcame this discomfort because he knew that it was not someone secretly watching him, but rather that they had entered the territory of the ancient alien gods, a place shrouded in the power of death.

Viserys's sensitivity to divine power far surpassed that of Reyne and Daenerys.

"The Other Gods and the Old Gods both originated from darkness."

For some reason, upon arriving in the borderlands, Viserys suddenly remembered what the Three-Eyed Raven Brynden Rivers had once told him. The silver-haired young man frowned slightly, sat on the dragon's back, and looked down, the fierce wind howling in his ears.

"The White Walkers are not here."

Where did they go?

Daenerys and Reyne had never flown very far, while Viserys's range of exploration extended even further than theirs. Then, Viserys gently pressed on the dragon's back, and Balerion let out a low growl as he descended from the sky, landing on a snow-capped mountain.

"This should be the Frost Fang."

Viserys landed on the snowy mountain, jumped off the dragon's back, and looked around.

The original form of the Old God once resided on this snowy mountain range, which is also the hometown of the Forest Children, such as Leaf and Snow Hair. There is also a bottomless pit here, and according to legend, no Forest Children who have entered it has ever come out alive.

Viserys remembered that he had stood guard beside the original form of the Old Gods when the Night King and his minions surrounded the mountain, seemingly determined to destroy them. It was at that time that Brynden Rivers, the Three-Eyed Raven, told him that the Old Gods and the God of the Cold were of the same origin, and that no matter how he hid, they would eventually come after him.

However, the world today is clearly more mysterious than Viserys knew; he once thought that the main themes of this world were only ice and fire.

But I never imagined that there were so many hidden things beneath these melodies, and that the battle between ice and fire was just a facade, or rather, just a pawn manipulated by the gods.

He wanted to see what the bottomless pit, once suppressed by the original form of the ancient god, looked like now.

However, at that moment, a loud dragon roar rang out from the distant horizon.

Viserys looked up and, by the faint starlight, saw a white-gold dragon flying from the direction of the Wall.

It turned out that Daenerys had seen Viserys fly north for too long and hadn't returned, so she was worried and rode her dragon over.

"Dani?"

Why are you here?

Viserys raised an eyebrow as he looked at the silver-haired girl who landed on the dragon's back, before jumping off.

"Viserys".

Daenerys leaped off the dragon's back, her little leather boots crunching on the thick snow. The biting wind whipped her long, silver-gold hair and fur cloak, and her hands were clad in thick deerskin gloves.

She walked slowly through the snow to Viserys' side, took his hand and gently tapped his cheek, then looked around and asked.

"I'm a little worried."

"This is where?"

Chapter 788 Unraveling the Knot

"This is the Frostfang."

"We're getting close to the territory of the Theon people."

The Thane were a ferocious race, said to eat human flesh raw. However, even the most ferocious race could not withstand the invasion of the White Walkers, and they fled south in disarray, eventually dying in the North.

There is no trace of human activity in the area beyond the Great Wall. It has become a paradise for animals. The terms "wild man" or "free people" have disappeared into the long river of history and become a thing of the past.

The savages of the past have mostly perished like the Thane people. Those who survived the sieges by the southern noble armies and the harsh winter winds are no longer savages.

Having grown accustomed to the warm and pleasant climate of the South, and to the days when they could eat their fill instead of going hungry, no one wanted to return to their hometown.

Therefore, these free people who once vowed never to kneel have now knelt and become obedient citizens of the empire, working diligently to secure their livelihoods.

Most of them lived in the Valley and the West, and a small number lived in the Riverlands. This was because the Valley and the West were mountainous, and many of the wildlings who escaped the Neck went into the mountains and survived the conquest wars and lived until the Valyrian Empire.

"The Seren people?"

Daenerys had indeed never heard of these wildlings, because she had not participated in the last war against the White Walkers or the subsequent civil war; she had been left alone in Pentos at that time.

"This tree... is so big."

Daenerys then saw the form of the Old God, but the giant weirwood tree was now dead. Its branches and leaves had long since withered, losing their former golden luster, and its pale trunk had become rotten, as if it would be blown away by the wind.

This weirwood is the largest weirwood in the world, and the faces painted on its trunk by the children of the forest are also very large. But at this moment, the faces on the weirwood trunk seem to be flowing with blood and tears, which makes people feel a little scared.