Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Chapter 794 The Group Arrives

"I ask for nothing more than the return of God's light to the earth, Your Majesty."

Machiro's heart skipped a beat upon hearing Viserys's words before he spoke.

He knew that if he had asked for some reasonable conditions, they would most likely have been agreed to. However, Machiro's thoughts only wavered slightly before settling down.

"Oh, right."

"I've also prepared a gift for you."

Then Machiro called the people outside in, and together with his Hands of the Holy Flame, they carried a huge, black horn. The curved lines were a full eight feet long, and the wide opening could fit a person up to their elbows. The horn was inlaid with runes of the First Men in gold, but they had faded to brown due to its age.

"This is the Horn of Winter."

"According to legend, Joman, the King of the Wall, blew the Horn of Winter, awakening the giants from the earth and ending the Night King's reign."

When Mance Rayder sounded the Horn of Winter and the Wall collapsed, the artifact vanished without a trace, and no one knows its whereabouts.

Viserys had also tried to find out where the Horn of Winter had gone, but he only knew that it had been smuggled overseas and did not know who was responsible, so he had to give up.

But unexpectedly, the Horn of Winter was in the hands of the Cult of the Red God.

Machir gave up the method for building the Blackrock structures and the Winter Horn, an artifact capable of collapsing the Wall, before leaving the Wall once again and disappearing without a trace.

Viserys understood immediately after seeing the method provided by Machirro.

The Valyrians' method of building Blackstone structures was indeed something that no one else could learn, because the primary conditions could not be met, and thus it naturally disappeared into the long river of history.

"First, we need the dragonfire of a fully grown dragon to melt the stubborn rock."

"Then use the magic unique to Valyrian nobles."

Viserys knew that this magic, unique to Valyrian nobles, was the black mist within his body. It seemed that all Valyrian dragon-riding families could innately master this magic, but it was lost after the Cataclysm.

Viserys entered Valyria and encountered a corrupted, out-of-control dragon king.

The other party's words seemed like a warning, which even made him consider giving up the black mist magic.

However, according to the information gradually gathered later, the black mist magic mastered by the Valyrian nobles was suspected to be related to the underground world. Even the dragons might be closely related to the fire-breathing worms under the fourteen fire peaks of Valyria, as they both came from the underground world. This is why the dragons were close to the Dragonrider family.

The collapse of Valyria's Fourteen Fire Peaks and the arrival of the apocalyptic catastrophe are also suspected to be related to the underground world.

The mysterious underground world, the accompanying black fog, and the Valyrians' sudden rise and instantaneous demise from an ordinary nomadic people all seem like a mystery.

But as Viserys finds more and more evidence to corroborate these mysteries, they are gradually getting closer to being solved.

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Time passed quickly, and the long night still shrouded the land. Compared to the chaos and wars raging in other parts of the world, the central part of Essos had become a living hell, while Westeros, the heartland and capital of the rebuilt Valyrian Empire, remained peaceful and tranquil, without much chaos erupting.

Because of His Majesty the Emperor's wisdom and might, and because the imperial leadership had made ample preparations for the disaster and acted swiftly after it struck, the people's hearts were stabilized.

Meanwhile, at the Blackwater Bay harbor in King's Landing, which had been blockaded, Velas Tyrell, acting Chancellor of the Exchequer, leaned on a cane and gazed at the dark sea in the distance. Beside him stood a small figure, Tyrion Lannister.

"So... if we unite, will we be able to overcome this disaster?"

Tyrion spoke, standing beneath the blazing torches.

This was the only light in the entire port. Since the long night had fallen, not only had food been eaten sparingly, but torches had to be used sparingly as well.

The food rations distributed by the imperial authorities were barely enough to keep people from starving, let alone provide them with enough to eat and drink.

Although the granaries in the river bend can yield four harvests a year, and are overflowing with grain during the height of summer, no one complains about having too much food now that the long night has arrived, because no one knows how long the night will last.

If, as the ancient records say, the Long Night lasts for a generation, then not only commoners but even nobles in castles will starve to death.

"You never know, Lord Tyrion."

"Because we are the first people in eight thousand years to witness the arrival of the long night, we don't know how the future will unfold."

“The records in ancient books may not be accurate.”

Velas sighed, leaning on his cane. He had grown up in the old town and knew that there were many unreliable parts in the history recorded by the ancestors, because the ancestors did not have a written language but only symbols. Later generations could not understand these symbols and could only guess and record them.

"Fortunately, this disaster did not befall Westeros."

Velas then added a sentence.

"Yes, thankfully these monsters didn't come looking for trouble this time."

"But I heard they appeared on the other side of the world."

Tyrion, upon hearing this, shrugged slightly and spoke, his small body casting a long shadow in the torchlight.

"So all these people came to King's Landing for help."

Do you think we should grant their request?

Tyrion asked the question, while Velas on the other side looked thoughtful.

In fact, this is not a simple problem, because many years ago when Westeros faced the attack of the White Walkers, the governors, merchants and so on of these trading city-states did not offer any help to the Seven Kingdoms and mostly stood by and watched.

Now that they themselves have encountered a crisis, they have come up with the idea of ​​forming a group to go to King's Landing to beg for food, which even has a hint of a group coup.

On a purely emotional level, Velas was absolutely unwilling to agree. He disliked thanking profit-driven merchants, just as Tywin once said that war should be fought with hard steel, not soft gold.

The traditional nobles of Westeros look down on wealthy merchants from overseas because they lack honor and principles and act recklessly. Moreover, a noble title in Westeros signifies centuries of family prosperity, which cannot be matched by temporary wealth; the two have different underlying foundations.

However, from a rational perspective, for the safety of all humanity, eliminating the White Walkers as soon as possible might be the only way to end the eternal night.

However, before Velas could give his answer, scattered lights gradually appeared on the distant sea.

"They're here."

Tyrion spoke, and Velas's expression immediately tightened slightly before he looked up.

Chapter 795 The Fall of Central China

Several warships are sailing towards Blackwater Bay port on the distant sea.

After the long night falls, the sea is equally dark, so extra caution is needed when sailing, especially when crossing the narrow sea between two continents.

Despite the perilous journey, the princes and governors of these free trading cities, including the King of Braavos, the envoys of the Kingdom of Everville, and even the envoys of Khal Mengo, who had unified the Great Grass Sea, embarked on their journey without hesitation, traveling thousands of miles to King's Landing to seek help from the Empire.

Because the Valyrian Empire is one of only two massive empires in the entire world today, and its power is at its zenith.

Meanwhile, the Golden Dynasty in the East is currently mired in trouble and unable to take care of itself. Moreover, the continent of Essos is separated from the East by the long Skeleton Mountains, which serve as a natural barrier and are difficult to cross even during the day, let alone now that the long night has fallen.

Therefore, the Golden Dynasty was powerless to save the world, and these small countries, city-states, and tribes could only turn their attention to the vast empire in the west.

The Valyrian Empire now governs millions of people and has a vast territory covering both sides of the Narrow Sea between two continents, from the Sunset Sea to the Narrow Sea and even the Summer Sea. It is said that the distant Summer Islands have also been conquered by the imperial fleet.

Therefore, these people placed their hopes on the West, hoping that the emperor of the Empire in King's Landing, who could ride the dragon, could step forward and turn the tide.

Then, as the fleet of ships from the East docked at the port, distinguished guests from all over the world disembarked one after another.

Velas and Tyrion, who were standing on the port representing the imperial high command, came forward to greet them.

"Lord Neptune."

The first to disembark was Thormo Frega, the Sea King of Braavos, who sailed on a ship of the Braavos Armada, painted entirely purple and flying the banner of the Titans, symbolizing the most unique and powerful city-state among the free trade city-states.

Braavos was accompanied by a number of guards, including his chief swordsman, the high priest of the moon, and the representative of the Faceless Ones wearing a golden mask, with a black-haired, hook-nosed follower beside him.

Velas Tyrell was a learned man who had served as the Empire’s tax collector and later as the governor of Gulltown. Therefore, he naturally knew the symbol of Braavos and could easily identify the Braavos Sea King from a crowd.

He then approached the other party with his cane and spoke to him, with Tyrion following beside him. However, Tyrion was somewhat distracted, his eyes constantly scanning the Braavos delegation as if searching for something. Unfortunately, he was disappointed to find no one who resembled Jaime.

On the other ships carrying the envoys, some people watched the scene below with a hint of irony.

"The Imperials really look down on us, sending out a dwarf and a cripple."

His words made the other people in the cabin look slightly unpleasant. Being greeted by a dwarf and a cripple did make them feel humiliated.

On the other side, however, the Dothraki representative under Mengo Khao was a woman dressed in a black robe.

Her robes were very large, concealing her figure, and she wore a red wooden mask that obscured her face, but her eyes were very bright. Several Dothraki guards were also present to protect the priestess.

She glanced at the speaker, who was Prince Harvest, one of the three princes of Loras, and then the woman's voice was calm.

"They were indeed a dwarf and a cripple, but the other was also the emperor's private advisor and the empire's finance minister."

"You should think about why a dwarf and a cripple can hold important positions in the imperial system."

The words of the lizard caused the Prince of Harvest of Loras to blush rapidly, and he couldn't help but retort.

"How come I didn't know the Dothraki were sending out women?"

Although the Dothraki guards standing next to the lizard couldn't understand what they were saying, they could tell from the expressions on their faces that the lizard probably wasn't saying anything nice.

Several steppe warriors under Mengo's command were immediately enraged and drew their scimitars. On the other side, Prince Loras's guards also tensed up instantly, and it seemed that an internal conflict was about to break out.

However, the lizard blocked her steppe warriors' path and spoke a few words in Dothraki, at which point the steppe warriors reluctantly put their scimitars back down.

He then made a 'throat-cutting' gesture with a dangerous look at the prince of Loras.

The Prince of Harvest of Loras also looked slightly displeased. He knew he had just said the wrong thing, and these reckless Dothraki might just find an opportunity to cut off his head.

Moreover, he came to King's Landing not to negotiate on behalf of Loras, but to flee with the fleet. After all, the three princes of Loras's harvest, fishermen, and streets had gradually become mere figureheads, and the real power in Loras was now in the hands of a council composed of nobles, priests, and merchants.

The central region of Essos has now largely fallen, and the Woodmen of the Kingdom of Everville can only rely on the forests to fight the White Walkers. However, the forests are only a small part of the land, while a much larger expanse has been occupied by the White Walkers.

The crumbling kingdom of Salor, with its last proud Tangazan Fain, was reduced to a mere 20,000 men clinging to life in Theas. Meanwhile, the kingdom of Ober, which relied on offering grain, jewels, and maidens to the Dothraki king each year for its survival, was nearing its end. Most of its people had become part of the Death Legion, frantically devouring the remaining lives.

The harsh winds of winter have descended upon the north of Essos, while the Dothraki, having collected 'protection money' from the Kingdom of Ober, are preoccupied with their own troubles.

Because the Dothraki holy city of Vis Dothraki was also blanketed in snow, a sight unseen for many years, the entire city of the Dothraki was transformed into a silver-white wonderland, and the 'Womb of the World' lake was also frozen over.

The Dothraki tribes were terrified, believing it to be a calamity sent down by the gods. After all, a sorcerer had emerged among the Dothraki tribes, and a bloodbath had broken out in the holy city, which should not have been stained with blood, many years ago. This was punishment from heaven.

A riot broke out in Vis Dothraki, which was then suppressed once again. Then, one of the tribe's three priests, Kui Lizard, volunteered to go west to find the answer to the problem.

Then, just as the trading city-states were heading to King's Landing for help, she boarded one of their ships and arrived in King's Landing.

Chapter 796 Remarriage

Velas and Tyrion welcomed the delegation from Essos, including King Braavos, the governor, and the prince, to the Red Keep for a welcoming banquet. However, not only Viserys, but even the ministers of the Council of Kings were few in attendance.

Prime Minister Mies Toyn, Intelligence Minister Varis, and Count Rams Bolton of Harrenhal were absent, while the Minister of Agriculture, the Minister of Crafts, and others attended the welcome dinner.

It's even worth noting that War Minister Khadgar had returned to King's Landing at some point. He was sitting casually at a table with a few of his people, drinking heartily, while the Dothraki guards standing next to the shrew kept glancing over with curiosity.

They had also heard of a tribe that had submitted to the Empire, operating on the great plains east of Pentos, guarding the Empire's eastern frontier. However, these Dothraki did not feel ashamed, because submitting to the strong was a normal thing in their eyes, especially when the other party was a dragon-riding Khal.