Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

This is a very important difference.

This little old man had always considered himself a 'trusted minister', feeling that he should devote himself wholeheartedly and shoulder more responsibility.

Therefore, on some key issues, if the young king and this 'Prime Minister' have a huge disagreement, the final say will still fall into the hands of the other party.

Because command of the fleet was in the hands of the enemy, it would be extremely difficult for Viserys to regain that power.

The old man only needed to say, "Your Majesty is still young. I'm doing this for your own good. You'll understand when you grow up," to shut down what Viserys was trying to say.

This is the current reality of Viserys's living environment.

When Oberyn asked Viserys in Braavos what it felt like to be called 'King' at such a young age, he was actually asking this very question.

Viserys answered Oberyn's question in a clever way.

However, faced with this predicament, Viserys did not confront the old sergeant head-on to seize command of the fleet, because the old sergeant was loyal to the Targaryens and had good intentions.

However, Viserys did not completely surrender and give up the struggle; he was also trying to increase his voice and gain some control over his own power.

This was one of the reasons he convinced himself to take the risk and go to Braavos.

Fortunately, the young king won the bet.

He achieved the desired results during his mission to Braavos, gaining the support of both Braavos and Dorne.

Now, Viserys not only relies on the Dragonstone fleet, but also has the support of Dorne and Braavos.

Although this was also a power he couldn't control, freeing himself from dependence on a single power indirectly increased the young king's own say.

Just like the current situation.

Prince Oberyn from Dorne sat to Viserys' right, and although he did not utter a word, Ser Geoffrey had to consider his opinion.

Viserys could then find a moment to breathe amidst the imbalance of power among these three forces, all of which were enormous to him, and gradually regain control of the situation.

"His Majesty."

The old man with gray hair remained silent for a long time before first looking up at Prince Dorn, who was picking his teeth in the chair opposite him.

Then he turned to look at Viserys and broke the silence in the Hall of Figures by speaking first.

"Andas is the homeland of the Andals, and you are the rightful Andals, the Rhoynar, and the King of the First Men."

“As king, you have ownership of the entire territory and the final say. The Andals and their lands should be subject to you, so your reclaiming of this land is legally justifiable.”

Sir Geoffrey investigated Viserys thoroughly and found the legitimacy to conquer and occupy the land.

"And according to legend, this is also the birthplace of the Seven Gods."

"The Seven Gods descended upon these mountains and blessed the Andals. Legend has it that the Heavenly Father plucked seven stars from the sky to make a crown for Hugo, the first king of Andals and the King of the Hills."

"Your pursuit of the sacred site and your return to Andas is precisely to seek the Seven Gods to answer your questions and to relieve the suffering of beggars, commoners, nobles, and all other beings oppressed by usurpers."

"Your Majesty, you are the king favored by the gods!"

The old jazz musician's aged yet powerful voice echoed in the quiet Picture Table Room.

"The Seven Gods will crown you once more! You will lead His faithful followers to reunite the Andals’ homeland until you return to Westeros."

"To sweep away the suffering of all beings and restore the glory of the seven gods from the defilement of the vile usurper."

"And you are the messenger who carries out the will of the gods!"

...

A month later.

The old jazz musician's powerful voice still seems to linger in my ears.

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On the turbulent sea, the mournful and melodious war horns resounded, stirring the blood of all who heard them.

The Targaryen three-headed dragon banner fluttered in the wind as countless large ships lined up in formation, cutting through the waves.

And that continent in the distance seemed to be appearing and disappearing in the distance.

Chapter 77 Shadow Lynx

In the endless green fields.

A boy wearing an animal skin vest, carrying a bow and arrows, was lying in the grass, cautiously parting the branches and leaves in front of him to probe forward.

The boy had slightly dark skin and looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, but he was exceptionally agile, with a seven-pointed star etched on the bulging muscles of his arms.

At that moment, the boy watched as an adult male stag, far from its herd, was grazing on the grass with its head down, its breathing slightly rapid.

If you can successfully hunt it down and even skin it whole, you can exchange it for money with caravans passing through villages, which might be enough to feed a family for a month.

However, just as the boy was breathing heavily and lost in thought, he saw the stag seem to have sensed something and raise its head alertly.

"Oops."

The boy felt a slight unease upon seeing this and quickly held his breath. He knew that these creatures were very wary and would be frightened away by the slightest disturbance.

"Hey, Bessie."

What are you doing?

Just then, a large face suddenly appeared in front of the boy, startling him so much that his heart almost stopped.

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The grass on one side rustled gently, and the male deer grazing leisurely on the other side didn't hesitate for a second before taking off.

The man was startled, and the prey escaped.

The boy named Bessie was so angry that he almost fainted. He grabbed his friend by the collar and yelled at him in the ear.

"Mir, you bastard!"

The boy named Mir, who had just played the prank, covered his ears and quickly begged for mercy, feeling as if his companion was about to deafen him.

"Bessie, I was wrong, I really didn't see it..."

However, when the two boys were playing around...

Roar! !

A deafening roar erupted from the jungle on the other side.

A ferocious beast with black stripes suddenly burst out of the woods and pounced on the stag that had just turned and run away.

"This is..."

The two boys who were playfully fighting were instantly stunned by what they saw, their hands freezing in place, too afraid to move.

It turned out that while Bessie had just set her sights on the stag that had strayed from the herd, another terrifying predator had also set its sights on it.

Bessie and Mil's playful fight had startled the stag, which turned and fled. The stag, mistaking this for being exposed, gave chase.

"It's... Shadow Lynx!"

Although the beast was extremely fast, the boy Bessie, whose arm was marked with a seven-pointed star, instantly recognized its true identity.

It turns out to be an extremely rare species, the Shadow Lynx, which typically lives in mountainous terrain. The fur of this precious beast is very valuable.

Meanwhile, the boy Mil, who had just played the prank, looked terrified and grabbed his companion's arm.

"Hey, Bessie, I just saved you!"

Shadow lynxes are not to be trifled with, although they will not attack humans unless they are extremely hungry.

However, it remains one of the overlords of the mountains and forests, strong, fierce, and extremely fast, with exceptionally sharp claws, and it can also climb trees.

Once it targets you in mountainous or forested terrain, you're almost guaranteed to die.

And just now, this shadowy lynx had also set its sights on that stag. If Bessie, unaware of this, were to hunt the stag and those eerie eyes were still lurking in the shadows, secretly observing, then Bessie would likely face an extremely tragic fate.

Young Mir wasn't that brave; when he saw the shadowy lynx pounce out of the darkness, his legs went weak.

However, the other boy, Bessie, remained silent, watching the figures disappear as one chased and the other fled, seemingly lost in thought before gritting his teeth slightly.

He knew very well that the Shadow Lynx's pelt was extremely valuable, and if he could successfully hunt it down...

Bessie's family was somewhat tragic; he lived in a village of Andals not far away.

My father had recently been robbed by members of the Brotherhood on his way back from selling goods in a nearby town. His body was not discovered until several days later and was then brought back to the village for burial.

With the father, the breadwinner of the family, collapsing, Bessie's family desperately needs money...

"Chase!"

Young Bessie gritted his teeth, then finally made up his mind and took off chasing after the shadow lynx and the stag.

"Hey, Bessie! What are you doing!"

Seeing this, his companion Mil could only stomp his foot in frustration and then give chase. He couldn't let his companion go after the ferocious Shadow Lynx alone.

The stag ran ahead, disappearing into the jungle, with the shadow lynx following closely behind. The forest was the beast's domain, and two teenagers also chased after it.

It's unclear how long they've been gone, but the Shadow Lynx has long since disappeared.

The two boys followed the tracks left on the ground, still searching diligently and unwilling to give up.

"I absolutely cannot give up; I need this money."

The boy gritted his teeth and tried his best to follow the trail left by the shadowy lynx.

We're about to emerge from the jungle again.

However, just then, Bessie seemed to faintly hear voices coming from beyond the jungle not far away...

"Prince Oberon's marksmanship is truly remarkable."

"He actually killed a Shadow Lynx all by himself without getting hurt."

Several armored knights, their warhorses tethered to tree trunks, leaned on their sword hilts, offering their opinions. They stared at the shadowy lynx lying on the ground, its wounds still oozing blood, its body barely stiff.

Not far away, there were more than a hundred Targaryen soldiers scattered about, some sitting on the grass, others standing and watching the situation.

Just now, a shadow lynx suddenly rushed out for some unknown reason, seemingly intending to attack Oberyn, who was eating. Then, the Prince of Dorne grabbed the spear that was lying beside him and killed it instantly.

The spear tip pierced the throat from the angled back, pinning the male shadow lynx to the ground.

Oberyn himself remained remarkably calm, seemingly oblivious to the praise he received. He wiped the blood off the spear tip with the sole of his boot, then pulled a leather-wrapped dagger from his waist.