Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

In fact, he also felt a pang of envy.

His dream was to become a knight, and he hoped that one day he could ride a tall horse.

He never told his companions that, besides his mother's wishes, he also had a slight desire to move here.

Because he knew very well that this was the closest he had ever come to a nobleman. He had never even seen a nobleman before, and according to the clan chief, there was a king here.

What is a king?

The boy couldn't even imagine it; in his mind, it was a nobleman even more powerful than a nobleman. It was a supreme power that even if Bessie knelt on the ground and looked up, straining her neck, she still couldn't see.

This naturally ignited the burning ambition within young Bessie.

He wanted to gain an opportunity to impress the king and then be knighted!

His companions, of course, were unaware of the boy's aspirations and asked him somewhat bewilderedly.

"The...the greatest noble?"

"What should the king's son be called?"

"I'm telling you, you're really stupid!"

"Of course, you should call him Young Master!"

"No, it's the eldest young master!"

While the two boys were chatting, the conversation ahead seemed to have yielded results.

The migrating caravan then moved once more, heading towards the distant city clustered at the foot of the hill castle.

...

Ding ding ding—

Inside the city of Andalus, craftsmen were wielding hammers, driving wooden stakes into the ground.

"Bring this log over here!"

"hurry up!"

An Andal man standing on a rooftop, building his home, called out.

Today, the city of Andalus has a population of over 10,000, all of whom are Andalus people who migrated from nearby villages.

They began building their home early on, around the castle on the hill in the city of Andalus.

Rows of wooden houses rose from the ground, densely surrounding the large wooden castle in the center.

New cities can only be built temporarily with wood to speed things up and race against time, and then replaced with stone once everything is ready.

Andalus was also well-chosen in its location. Six thousand years ago, it was a battlefield where the Andals and Rhoynar fought for supremacy. It was an important strategic location and also the site of an ancient Rhoynar city.

More than 6,000 years ago, the Andals launched repeated attacks from the Loin River to invade the territory of the Loinars, but were repeatedly defeated.

Then the Andals chose another direction for their breakthrough: crossing the Narrow Sea to invade Westeros.

When choosing a site, Viserys first determined a general direction on the map, selecting a place that was nestled between mountains and water, with plains suitable for growing crops, and also had certain strategic significance.

Then, when the young king led his army to this land, he made some changes and finally settled on this hill.

This hill is where the castle was built. The Upper Lorne River lies behind the hill, and it is the highest point in the surrounding area for tens of kilometers, overlooking the entire plain.

If the castle is built here, it won't be so easily captured even if it faces a siege in the future.

The light of dawn

Chapter 81 Five Years

Conquest Year 289.

Time flies.

Since Viserys went alone to Braavos and forged an alliance with Braavos and Dorne, securing Braavos's tacit approval, he then led his fleet across the Narrow Sea to the Andal homeland.

The fleeing Targaryen embers finally escaped the sword of the usurper hanging over their heads and found a foothold. They then gathered the surrounding Andal villages and established a city on this land—Andalus.

And now, in the blink of an eye.

Five years have passed.

...

Under a clear, bright sky, flocks of crows landed on the very tip of the castle tower.

fluttering—

Then the black wings fluttered, the crow raised its beak and preened its feathers, then raised its head again, its scarlet eyes reflecting the scene below the tower.

This is a flat training ground with a wide racetrack. Two knights, clad in armor, sit facing each other on their warhorses, adjusting their gear.

On one side was a white steed, while at the other end of the racetrack was a strong black horse, which gave a soft whistle.

wow-

The knight riding on the white horse looked a little thin. His whole body was covered in polished, bright silver armor. He was bending over on the horse to adjust his greaves, making a metallic scraping sound.

On the other side, the black horse knight appeared even taller, his entire body covered in heavy armor.

Tap tap...

The black horse seemed a bit restless, constantly whistling its horn, while the white horse on the other side was somewhat excited, pawing restlessly.

Both knights held their wooden lances for the dueling with one hand, but the tips had been replaced with unsharpened, blunt, rounded tips.

Both sides then prepared themselves, remaining silent except for a hand gesture. Outside the racetrack, an elderly man with gray hair, sitting in a chair, saw that the two were ready, coughed violently for a moment, and then waved his hand.

"Let's begin."

With a command from the gray-haired old man on the sidelines.

The white horse rider did not carry a shield, but instead held the reins with one hand, then suddenly squeezed the horse's belly with both legs.

The white warhorse, which had been eager to pounce, suddenly charged out, its snow-white mane spreading in the wind, shining like an angry lion.

Meanwhile, the silent black-horse knight also spurred his horse forward at the same command, gripping his lance tightly in one hand and raising the round shield strapped to his left arm with the other.

The racecourse wasn't actually very large, but it was enough for the two warhorses to accelerate at full speed.

Rumbling--

The thunderous roar of galloping hooves kicked up dust as the two knights charged toward each other.

People borrow strength from horses, and horses borrow power from their drivers.

On the battlefield, a knight, his horse and all, fully covered in plate armor, charging at full speed is like a savage tank, almost indestructible, carrying a powerful deterrent and impact.

In the blink of an eye.

The two knights were already very close, and they could even see each other's eyes through their visors.

Their eyes met, and the black-horse knight saw into the other's eyes, his heart skipping a beat for no reason.

Without a second thought, the two horses were about to cross paths. In the blink of an eye, both knights simultaneously raised their lances and aimed them at each other.

The Black Horse Knight, with an extra shield strapped to his left arm, also raised it to shield himself.

next second.

boom--

Wood chips flew everywhere.

A white horse and a black horse collided, creating a tremendous sound. In that instant, the white horse rider's lance shattered into a shower of wood chips.

And on the castle.

A graceful young girl stood before an open window. She had beautiful long brown hair, fair skin, and clear, watery eyes.

She was standing by the window watching the spear duel below when she saw this sudden scene and let out a soft gasp.

"Viserys!"

She instinctively covered her mouth.

However, off the field.

As the two horses crossed paths, the white horse rider's lance snapped in two, while the taller rider on the black horse was thrown off his horse and onto the ground.

thump--

The tin can fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud, and then lay motionless.

The black horse ran forward for another ten meters or so before realizing that its owner had fallen off.

Rumbling--

The knight riding the white horse did not rein in his warhorse. He held the broken lance, which was now just a wooden shaft, in one hand and casually threw it onto the ground outside the racetrack.

The warhorse then ran forward for another ten meters or so, waiting for the momentum of the charge to completely dissipate before it reined in the horse, turned its head, went around the fence from the other side of the racetrack, and ran back.

wow-

The victorious knight dismounted from his horse with a clanging sound, then pulled off the visor covering his face and removed his helmet.

His clean and handsome face was revealed, with long silver-gold hair hanging down on his cold armor. It was none other than the young King Viserys. The young knight then bent down, holding his helmet in one hand and extending his other hand.

"Bessie".

"How about it?"

The knight lying on the ground was in a "T" shape, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath.

Bessie's breastplate was smashed into a deep dent, and his chest was still aching slightly, but thankfully the bones were not broken.

But now he doesn't want to move at all, and even seems to want to give up treatment.

Just now, in that instant when the two horses crossed paths during the spear duel, the speed was too fast. Spear duels are decided in an instant, and apart from the two knights who were fighting, very few people could see what exactly happened.

Bessie raised her lance high and simultaneously raised her shield, but Viserys reacted with unexpected speed, slightly turning to the side and narrowly avoiding her lance.

At the same time, Viserys' lance knocked aside Bessie's shield and struck Bessie's thickest breastplate, knocking him to the ground.