Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Just as the Red Comet once streaked across the entire world, so too have the Dothraki, driven away by the Valyrians, lost their Great Grass Sea and were forced to retreat back to their homeland, now confined to the holy city of Vis Dothraki and Mount Our Lady.

"Whoa—"

Today, at the foot of Mount Santa Maria, on the shores of the World's Womb Lake, bathed in the morning sun, women are drying animal hides and straw mats, while children run freely across the endless grasslands.

The former grassland warriors now graze their horses and other livestock by the lake, breathing in the morning breeze, gazing at the calm surface of the lake, and then taking a swig of strong liquor, recounting the stories of their ancestors and the glory of their tribe.

The Dothraki have now returned to the peaceful and primitive life they led before the bloodshed of the century, herding, hunting, and multiplying.

Since Khal Mengo unified the Dothraki, coupled with powerful external enemies, they were forced to unite, and there was no longer any conflict but only one Khal Mengo.

The vast grasslands were once the playground for the knights of the steppes to roam freely. However, with the rise of the powerful empire in the west, the former continental hegemon's status was constantly being eroded and driven away.

The Dothraki rose up in resistance, but ultimately could not withstand the three-headed dragon banner fluttering in the wind under the blazing sun.

The Valyrian legions, clad in gleaming steel armor, marched in perfect unison, their spears forming a dense forest, their raised shields rendering even the strongest warriors helpless, and dragons soared through the sky. Adding to the challenge were the relentless pursuit of their brethren, who had long since integrated into the Empire's multi-ethnic system.

This was not a war, but a massacre.

If it weren't for Slave Bay, the Giscali province of the Empire would not have suddenly erupted into rebellion.

Perhaps by then, Queen Daenerys had already led the Imperial army to raze Vis Dothraki to the ground, burned Mount Myrtle, and made the Dothraki forever submit to the dragons, or simply fade from the stage of history.

However, historical opportunities allowed the Dothraki to survive, but when faced with the vast empire spanning two continents to the west, and the even more powerful Valyrians, a deep-seated fear had been sown in their bones.

From then on, the Dothraki obediently retreated to the shores of the World's Womb Lake to herd sheep and raise livestock, living an idyllic pastoral life, never daring to look at the outside world again.

Now, the morning sun is clear, and a gentle breeze ripples across the lake. But then, a sudden burst of intense light from the sky above startles the people of the grassland who are enjoying their peaceful lives.

They panicked; some rode away on horseback, not even bothering to urge the herd to move, while others immediately knelt down and prayed loudly, hoping that the great horse god would forgive their sins.

"But the great horse god has long since abandoned us and no longer answers our prayers."

However, some Dothraki spoke with sorrowful expressions.

Their horse god had fallen, but the Dothraki were unaware of it.

They assumed that because they had suffered repeated defeats against the powerful empire and had been driven back to their hometown, the Horse God had abandoned them and stopped responding to their prayers after one night.

...

And to the east of the Bone Mountains.

On the battlefield at the border of the Golden Heavenly Dynasty, two armies, each bearing their own banners, are fighting each other. One of them is the Golden Heavenly Dynasty's garrison, while the other is the Jiugesnai people who have been harassing the border.

The once mighty Bu clan of the Indigo Dynasty had vanished. Faced with the predicament of rebellions rising across the land and the government's orders failing to reach the capital, the ambitious Emperor Bu Kui ultimately chose to hang himself on a crooked tree behind the palace, which was even larger than Junlin.

The Bu clan of the Indigo Dynasty perished, and in their place, General Bo Xiong conquered the Yi capital, completely changing the dynasty and establishing the Orange-Yellow Dynasty, becoming its founding emperor.

However, General Bo Xiong also died of old age, and the current second emperor of the Orange Dynasty is Bo Xiong's son, Bo Cai.

"kill!"

Emperor Bo Cai of the Orange Dynasty is currently leading an expedition and fighting against the Jiugesnai people. However, at this moment, a strange phenomenon suddenly appears in the sky, and everyone panics and stops fighting.

Ding ding ding—

Then the sound of retreat rang out, and both sides withdrew their troops and returned to their camps.

...

In the gray wasteland, countless monsters are frantically attacking a five-base Ranger unit, which is on the verge of collapse and about to be completely annihilated.

However, as the strange phenomenon appeared in the sky, the monsters of the gray wasteland seemed to be frightened and turned to flee.

Many phenomena have emerged in the world.

Chapter 1125 Melisandre

The land of shadows.

This is a mysterious land east of Asshai, another end of the known world.

The city of Asshal is located at the southwestern tip of the Shadowlands Peninsula, which intersects with the Dawn Mountains to the north and northeast. Thunder Island and the Scorpion-tailed Beast Islands are located in the Jade Sea to the west of the peninsula.

To the south of the Shadowlands lie the Saffron Strait, Uth Island, and Ultras. The Ash River originates in the Dawn Mountains, flows through the Valley of Shadows into the Jade Sea, and is extremely narrow, with sunlight only visible in the Valley of Noon.

And it was in the Valley of Shadows, a place where sunlight only shines at noon, that they also witnessed the strange phenomenon in the sky.

A monk dressed in a red robe stood at the highest point of the valley, gazing up at the strange phenomenon appearing in the sky, his face showing a worried expression.

He then walked down and headed straight for a cave in the mountains. Along the way, he saw many monks dressed in red robes, and they all bowed slightly in greeting.

It is clear that a force of considerable size and number resides in the Valley of Shadows.

He then entered the cave, which looked unremarkable from the outside, but was actually a hidden paradise.

The red-robed monk turned left and right among the crowd, eventually arriving at a stone chamber. He knocked on the wall, and only after receiving a positive response did he step inside.

"Supreme Pastor".

“A strange phenomenon appeared in the heavens. I lit a sacred fire and prayed to my Lord, but I received no response. This…”

The red-robed monk's voice was urgent, and the High Priest he addressed had his back to what was clearly a woman's back. She was facing a blazing campfire, her body motionless.

She paused slightly after hearing his words before turning around, only to find herself facing Melisandre, the high priestess and Viserys's old friend.

After the death of the former High Priest Bennello, Melisandre quietly left King's Landing and began to wander the world. However, no one knew exactly where she went, how she regrouped a group of believers in the Red God, and how she became the High Priest.

Melisandre's name had long faded from Westeros until more than twenty years ago, when the world-shaking assassination occurred and the case was solved twelve years later, bringing her name back into the spotlight.

Hundreds of elite assassins have been hiding and lurking in King's Landing for countless years for this plan. They have even infiltrated the Red Keep, intending to carry out a decapitation strike and wipe out the Targaryen family.

However, this plan was foiled by the wise Emperor Immon Targaryen I, and after a thorough investigation over twelve years, a series of clues were uncovered, leading to a major case involving half of the empire's nobles and high-ranking officials.

But the most important figure is the mastermind behind it all. Almost all the evidence and testimonies point to Melisandre, the red priestess who has disappeared for many years and has long been forgotten.

She is the mastermind behind all the plans, and also the Supreme Priest of the Red God Cult, which is currently hiding underground.

However, after so many years, all the main criminals involved in this shocking assassination have been executed, some even their entire families wiped out, but Melisandre, the mastermind, remains at large.

No one expected that Melisandre would appear at the other end of the known world, a shadowy place teeming with danger and fear. No wonder the Empire's intelligence agencies could not find her anywhere.

Now, decades have passed in the blink of an eye, and under the flickering firelight is a beautiful woman with a heart-shaped face, red eyes, and copper-red hair.

She was dressed simply, yet a powerful heat seemed to emanate from her body.

When Viserys was just a boy, Melisandre saw his figure in the sacred fire of the Red Temple in Volantis and believed that he was the boy who could end the darkness of the prophecy and change the world.

However, Melisandre looked exactly like this back then. Later, when Viserys grew up, the Red God used Melisandre's body to communicate with him, and the two even had a one-night stand.

But now, Viserys is over eighty years old, and Melisandre is only older than him, not younger, yet her cheeks remain eternally youthful, just like the gifts Viserys bestowed upon his three wives and children.

While eternal youth sounds simple, almost no one can achieve it, not even the immortals; only the gods possess such means.

Therefore, this fully demonstrates that Melisandre's background is not simple. She received the same gift from the Red God or other gods, which is why she was able to live forever and become an observer who walks the world, a 'demigod' without divine power.

"Strange phenomenon from the sky?"

"Take me to see it."

Melisandre's beautiful face was now filled with indifference, but a closer look revealed a deep weariness.

She then followed the red-robed monk out of the cave in the Valley of Shadows and into the outside world, where a large crowd had already gathered. Upon seeing Melisandre, they quickly bowed and addressed her as High Priestess, then made way for her.

However, Melisandre had no time to return the greetings. When she reached the highest point, she witnessed a breathtaking scene.

The sky above seemed to have collapsed, clearly broken into shattered pieces.

"Shouldn't the war of the gods be taking place in the Western Divine Realm? Why is it happening here too..."

Melisandre's heart pounded as she witnessed this scene.

Although she is no longer among the gods, she has gained a deep understanding of the divine realm through various means, knowing that it is divided into eastern and western sides, which keep to themselves and do not interfere with each other.

However, the scene that is presented now is clearly the collapse of the divine realm.

Now that cracks have appeared in the land of shadows and the divine realms of the East, what about the Western world?

The fierce battle between Viserys and the Red God has shattered the entire realm of Asgard.

Melisandre remained outwardly calm, but her mind was racing, while the other red-robed monks beside her were getting restless.

"Supreme Priest!"

"We can no longer sense our Lord's presence!"

"Could it be that something went wrong with our Lord during the War of the Gods? Should we pray and offer sacrifices to help our Lord defeat his evil enemy?"

A red-robed monk asked anxiously.

However, Melisandre had just reopened her eyes. She gave the red-robed monk who had made the suggestion a deep look, which sent a chill down his spine. The High Priestess of the Cult of the Red God then nodded slightly.

"We are preparing for the sacrificial ceremony!"

"Bring out the black goat horns!"

Chapter 1126 The Curse of the Red God

Melisandre led the remaining Red God cultists in prayer below the Valley of Shadows.

They also offered the black goat horn, which was considered a sacred object, as a sacrifice.

"Clearly seeing the true nature of the world, truth surrounds you, and all things become clear at a glance..."

Melisandre, now the High Priestess of the Cult of Red, led her followers in chanting prayers praising R'hllor, the Lord of Light, and offered up the horns of a black goat.

The high priestess in red robes held the cold black goat horn in her hand, feeling the temperature around her rapidly fading. Darkness and evil completely enveloped her, as if a pair of eyes were locking onto her from behind, causing her to tremble slightly.

She knew that the black goat's horns were stained with divine blood, and that the Black Goat God had only fallen a few decades ago, so the aura within them had not yet completely dissipated.

"Meryl..."

At that moment, the sound of a woman crying and wailing seemed to ring in her ears once again.

Then, in a daze, Melisandre seemed to see that scene from years ago all over again.

"Number Seven".

A monk in a red robe announced loudly, and a timid girl with dark hair slowly walked out from the crowd under everyone's gaze.

Then, led by the red-robed monk, the girl walked into a red temple in Asshal, turning back every step of the way.

This was a nightmare that haunted Melisandre throughout her long life.