Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

He then skillfully plunged the dagger directly into the Shadow Lynx's abdomen, and with a sharp downward slash, he ripped open the prey's belly.

puff--

In an instant, blood gushed out as if it were free.

Oberyn had previously been a mercenary, so he was naturally very familiar with dissecting fur.

And at this time.

No one noticed that two pairs of terrified eyes were watching them from the nearby jungle.

They then quickly disappeared from the spot.

Chapter 78 Establishing a Foothold

"Something terrible has happened!"

Bessie and Mil, two boys, had been traversing these hills and forests for many years and were naturally very familiar with the terrain.

With his strong physique and swift feet, he quickly parted the jungle and escaped back to the village, shouting loudly.

The shouts of the two boys quickly alerted the adults in the Andal village. Men carrying shovels and pickaxes rushed out and saw that it was indeed the two boys, Bessie and Mir.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"What happened?"

A group of adults surrounded Bessie and Mil, each holding their own weapon.

The Andal villages in the vicinity are frequently attacked by bandits and the Brotherhood, and even by the Noyna villages not far away near the Upper Loen River.

Therefore, every village here has its own armed forces, which spontaneously organize themselves to protect their homes.

They heard the two boys shouting and assumed it was another bandit gang coming to rob them, but when they rushed out, they found that nothing had happened.

"We...we saw a group of..."

Bessie, a boy with a seven-pointed star tattooed on his shoulder, was a little out of breath as he ran, and then quickly began to explain.

"A group of... um..."

However, he paused for a moment, unsure of what to say next.

This group of people were well-equipped and uniform, clearly not members of the Brotherhood. Moreover, their armor and shields bore the emblem of a three-headed fire dragon, which Bessie felt vaguely familiar with, as if she had heard of it somewhere before.

But for a moment he couldn't recall whose coat of arms it was.

"Hey kid, what kind of people are they?"

"Wolf?"

At that moment, a tall man pushed through the crowd and walked in; his arm also bore the mark of a seven-pointed star.

This is an Andal custom, with records dating back to when the Andals left Essos and sailed west to Westeros, landing on the Fingers Peninsula and launching an attack on the Vale.

Andal warriors would apply or carve the seven-pointed star symbol, representing their faith in the seven gods, onto their skin.

However, this was happening while there was a lot of noise in the village.

Outside this Andal village.

tao tao…

Several knights riding warhorses were the first to gallop to the main entrance of the village.

One of them held aloft a banner bearing the symbol of the three-headed Targaryen dragon, while the others gripped their weapons tightly.

The leader of the knights was none other than Prince Oberon, who was rarely seen wearing armor. Although Dragonstone was mostly naval and warhorses were scarce, they could still muster a couple hundred mounts, including cavalry. Warhorses made up about half of them and were given priority to the knights with riding experience.

Following these knights were hundreds of Targaryen soldiers, dressed in neat light armor and equipped with short swords and shields, as well as double-edged battle axes and bows.

wow-

The Targaryen soldiers then surrounded the village, raising their shields and drawing their gleaming swords.

The villagers who witnessed this scene were terrified and in complete chaos; adults cried and children screamed, utterly unaware of what had happened.

"Hey, can anyone tell me what happened?"

"who are they?"

If it were just a dozen or so bandits and Brotherhood members coming to plunder, these villagers might have been able to muster the courage to fight back.

However, now hundreds of fully armed Targaryen soldiers have surrounded the entire village, and there are even several knights fully armored to the teeth.

Their crude weapons and farm tools couldn't even break through the knights' armor, leaving them without even the last bit of courage to resist.

Oberyn sat upright on his horse, one hand holding the reins and the other holding a spear.

A pair of dark eyes gazed at the Andal village not far away, appearing somewhat indifferent.

"grown ups."

And at this time.

Finally, a respected elder from the village came to speak with them.

Although this Andal village was relatively isolated, caravans still passed through it, bringing news from the outside world.

Some of them recognized it as the banner of the Targaryen family, the kings of the Seven Kingdoms across the Narrow Sea.

For a moment, they thought that the king from across the Narrow Sea had attacked and was preparing to conquer this land.

...

“I must remind you that a castle cannot be built overnight, even if it is just a piece of wood right now.”

"His Majesty."

Viserys, dressed in neat clothes and wearing a crown inlaid with rubies, stood on a hill not far away, gazing at the castle under urgent construction.

The felled giant trees were transported over, then tied with ropes and hoisted up amidst the laborers' shouts.

At that moment, Viserys heard a voice coming from behind him.

The young king tilted his head slightly; the wind on the hill was a bit strong, blowing his silver-gold hair in disarray. It turned out that the speaker was Maester Gunther, who had recently joined the Targaryen family.

At this moment, the young scholar, dressed in a thin gray academic robe, stood atop the hill, shivering from the cold. His nose was also a little red, and he couldn't help but sneeze.

Even so, Scholar Gunther felt that there were some things he needed to make clear to the young king.

To prevent the lord he serves from going astray, especially since Viserys is just a child.

He couldn't bear to watch a future 'mad king' be born.

"Of course I know, Bachelor."

“The castle wasn’t built overnight, which is why I paid such a high price.”

Viserys glanced at Maester Gunther, who was shivering from the cold, then looked away, tugged at his deerskin gloves, and said calmly.

"It cost such a high price?"

When Maester Gunther heard Viserys's words, he was so angry that his nose almost twisted out of shape.

"Your Majesty, do you believe that allowing troops to plunder the surrounding villages came at a great cost?"

"Was it the soldiers' physical strength that was being used?"

The scene of the scholar, who looked to be only in his early twenties, arguing with the eight-year-old king was somewhat comical.

However, Viserys paused slightly upon hearing the maester's words, which was unusual for him. He then turned his head, carefully looked the maester up and down, and then spoke.

“Scholar Gunther, do you believe that I have allowed my troops to plunder the surrounding villages?”

Viserys countered with a question.

"if not?"

Maester Gunther did not back down at all. His gray-brown eyes were serious. He believed that making mistakes was not terrible and could be corrected. He was now trying to persuade his lord to get back on the right path.

"who are they?"

Then.

The scholar pointed to a group of laborers not far away, dressed in tattered clothes and wearing chains. If they slacked off even slightly, the soldiers watching nearby would not hesitate to lash them with their whips.

Snapped--

Then he fell to the ground, lay there groaning for a long time, seemingly cursing the soldiers, before receiving a second lash and finally getting up again.

"Do not."

However, Viserys shook his head.

“Sir Gunther, you’ve probably misunderstood. They were bandits and members of the Brotherhood who were wiped out recently.”

"These people... used to wreak havoc here, it's already too good for them to be allowed to build a castle now."

Chapter 79 Faith Plus Money

A few days later.

A long procession stretched far into the distance, and every household in the Andal village had packed their belongings and was preparing for a mass migration.

"Bessie, are we really going to have to move our entire clan?"

At that moment, another boy, Mil, who had run an unknown distance, ran from the back to the front of the group, found his friend Bessie, who had a seven-pointed star engraved on her shoulder, and asked her a question.

They didn't even know what was happening; they only saw a group of fully armed regular soldiers surround the village that day.

Then the clan chief went out to negotiate with the other party, begging to hand over some valuables in exchange for their release.

However, they were too far away to know what the two sides had talked about. Then they saw the knight on his tall horse order his servant to hand the chieftain a heavy package.

The chieftain then returned with a beaming smile, and the soldiers who had surrounded the village quickly withdrew.

Then, a few days later, the chieftain summoned representatives from each household in the village, and soon news spread that the Andal king had returned to Andas.

His Majesty the King was blessed by the seven gods and is their messenger on earth. The Heavenly Father plucked seven stars from the sky to crown His Majesty the King, and so on...

Finally, the entire tribe moved to Andalus, a city newly established by His Majesty the King and inhabited only by Andals.

From then on, the Andals were no longer oppressed by the Loyna villages on both sides of the Loyna River.