Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The island's only mineral resource is cheap iron ore, and even that is not as abundant as in the West. Therefore, the Ironborn have relied on plunder for their livelihood since ancient times.

Therefore, how could such a place, lacking both sufficient resources and supplies, and without enough troops to sustain its attacks, possibly defeat the Iron Throne, which has a far greater advantage in terms of supplies and troop numbers?

While this was indeed a good opportunity, and the involvement of the Targaryen fleet could cause the usurper a lot of trouble, it was nothing more than that; it was not enough to shake Robert's rule.

At the same time, Viserys didn't want to provoke the king too much, lest the king go mad and lead his knights to swim across the Narrow Sea to beat him up.

After all, his priority right now is development, quietly accumulating his strength. Although the chances are slim, it would be best if Robert Baratheon thought he was content with the status quo and had no desire to leave.

According to the intelligence gathered by the maester, Viserys learned that Prince Joffrey in the Red Keep had already celebrated his third nameday.

Queen Cersei Lannister is now pregnant again, and her second child may be born next year.

Such a bombshell had long been buried beneath the Iron Throne; Viserys only needed to wait patiently for it to explode, and watch as the Baratheon dynasty crumbled.

Therefore, he was in no hurry to get involved in the Iron Islands rebellion, lest he suffer heavy losses and excessively provoke King Robert, causing him to feel deeply threatened and thus strive to rebuild his kingdom.

However, the Iron Islands rebellion came at just the right time, as King Balon directly drew away King Robert's hatred, giving Viserys much more breathing room.

"So, let's seize the opportunity that Baron Greyjoy has created for us."

Viserys's gaze settled on the map around Andalus, then his finger swiped across the mountains east of the Upper Lorne River and an ancient road leading to the Bay of Lorne.

This is the ancient settlement of the Loyna people.

...

The sudden outbreak of the rebellion in the Iron Islands caught everyone off guard.

However, the Iron Throne responded swiftly, and at the king's call, the knights began to assemble rapidly.

However, before they could even assemble, the Iron Islands' attack came like a storm.

This series of punches left the cunning Duke of Casterly Rock reeling, completely bewildered. He never expected his neighbor on the sea to be so utterly uncivilized.

Before the fire in Lannesport had completely died down, countless small longboats piloted by Ironmen came crashing down from the sea.

They landed on various coastlines and began indiscriminately burning, killing, and looting in the western border, turning the land into a battlefield.

On the other side...

Because of this victory at Lannesport, there were no other naval forces operating in Ironman's Bay.

The Iron Fleet can freely attack the strategic city of Seafront, the only port connecting the Riverlands to the Sunset Sea, and the only way for the Iron People to enter the rich Riverlands to burn, kill, and plunder.

Just as many, including Viserys, had predicted, King Balon sent troops to attack Seafront City, which was well-prepared this time.

The ancient bronze bell on the city wall rang for the first time in three hundred years.

Rodrik Greyjoy, the eldest son of King Balon of the Iron Islands, led the Ironborn to attack Seafront, while Earl Jason Mellist of Seafront, who was well-prepared, personally led his army in a fierce resistance.

A fierce battle broke out between the two sides at the foot of the city walls.

Ultimately, the valiant Earl Jason killed Rodrik Greyjoy, the 'Prince' of the Iron Islands, in the ensuing melee.

The Iron People were thrown into chaos and fled back to the sea in panic.

Chapter 105 The Royna People

The Battle of Haijiang City has thus come to an end.

After a successful start to the Iron Islands rebellion, the islands suffered heavy losses, including not only in terms of casualties but also in the death of one of the sons of Balon Greyjoy, who had declared himself king.

After suffering their first setback, the morale of the Iron Throne faction was somewhat low. However, the Battle of Seafront City undoubtedly boosted their morale, and they immediately began to organize a counterattack with an absolute advantage in the number of soldiers and supplies.

The army quickly began to assemble.

beep--

The bugle sounded.

The knights of the Reach, fully prepared, boarded their warships and sailed towards Fairy Island, where they would first assemble before engaging in a decisive battle with the chaotic forces of the Iron Islands.

Meanwhile, Stannis's royal fleet, personally led by Stannis, is rounding Dorne's Broken Arm Horn, crossing the Summer Sea, and heading to Fairy Isle to join the allied forces.

Lord Eddard Stark of the North also answered the King's call.

He personally led the cavalry of the North south, crossing the Neck Marsh, waiting for the royal warships to arrive so he could board them, then march on Pyke Island and take Balon Greyjoy's head.

King Robert, who had been furious and ready to lead an expedition in person a few days earlier, was persuaded by his Hand of the King, Jon Arryn, to stay in King's Landing.

However, these past few days, because of the itch to do something again, I've started to act up.

In the end, the old man reluctantly agreed to His Majesty the King's wish to personally lead the expedition, but with one condition: Robert could only command from the rear and could not personally don armor and take up arms on the battlefield.

Robert, in order to leave King's Landing smoothly, thumped his chest and assured his adoptive father that he would never personally go into battle, but would simply stay obediently in the rear.

Of course, the credibility of his words is unknown.

In the west of Westeros, chaos reigned on the Sunset Sea, and all eyes were fixed on this chaotic battlefield.

Meanwhile, on the continent east of the Narrow Sea, Andalus also began its operations.

...

Viserys wore a gleaming, polished silver armor, a longsword at his waist, and a black and fiery red cloak on his back, as he rode a snow-white warhorse.

Because he wasn't wearing a helmet, the young knight's slightly wavy, silver-gold hair hung loosely on his cold armor, the strands swaying gently in the wind.

"drive."

The young king spurred his horse forward with his legs, then pulled on the reins with one hand, turned the horse's head, and glanced at the soldiers surrounding him.

Meanwhile, Prince Oberon was also ready. This time, he would accompany the young king on the expedition. Oberon wore a suit of jet-black armor, with a brilliant golden spear emblem piercing the sun on his chest, which was the coat of arms of the Martai family.

Oberyn sat on horseback, holding the hilt of his sword in one hand.

tata tao...

The white horse fidgeted restlessly.

The silver-armored knight, riding his white horse, took the lead and ran a lap in front of the formation. His buttocks and saddle were firmly connected, and this kind of riding skill, which made him and his warhorse one, could greatly save his energy.

"Set off--"

Then, with a command given.

Rumbling--

Andalus's army broke camp and set up camp. From the sky, one could see the army gradually beginning to move across the land, heading east towards the Upper Loon River.

As a city inhabited only by Andals, Andalos's development potential has long been capped.

Viserys' long list of titles included Andal, Rhoynar, and King of the First Men, so he had long had his eye on the Rhoynar settlements east of the Upper Rhoynar River.

Then, taking advantage of the war breaking out on the other side of the Narrow Sea, and with Braavos, the 'overlord,' focusing all his attention on Westeros.

Viserys chose to take the initiative and reclaim these Rhoynar settlements.

...

An autumn rain fell, continuous and endless.

tao tao…

Horse hooves thundered across the muddy ground, and the knights on their warhorses roared as they fought fiercely.

Holding a blood-stained spear, he hurled a corpse into the air.

bang——

It then slammed heavily onto the ground.

"Crush them!"

Viserys's snow-white warhorse now had its mane stained blood-red. He held the reins with one hand, his breathing slightly heavy, while the other hand held a lance, the sharp tip of which was still dripping blood.

The Andals and the Loyna had a deep-seated historical feud, which finally erupted at this time.

"kill!"

The shouts of battle from both sides were deafening.

Large numbers of Andal warriors poured into the breached town gates.

Both races once had glorious histories, but later both declined collectively, and their strength became roughly equal.

However, the Andals are now united, just like Kolón, the leader who once unified the Andas Plains. The unified Andals have demonstrated even greater strength.

The Andal warriors were better equipped and more well-trained, as the Andalos soldiers utterly crushed the resistance organized by the Rhoynar.

They then completely conquered the small town of the Loyna people.

"The Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First King are here—"

Surrender and you will be spared death!

The air in the town was filled with the smell of burning, and the sight of raging fires filled the air. Many figures moved about in the flames, their footsteps chaotic, their shouts and cries of battle echoing through the town.

Viserys' long list of titles sometimes doesn't just sound impressive on the surface; it actually has some real significance.

It at least gave those Loyna people who wanted to surrender but couldn't find a reason to kneel down an excuse.

"I surrender."

Clang clang—

With one person laying down their weapon and surrendering, everything went much more smoothly, and large numbers of the resisting Rhoyna people laid down their weapons as well.

"Your Majesty."

However, although the majority of people were pragmatic and surrendered, there were still some who stubbornly resisted the prevailing trend.

Viserys rode into the town on his warhorse, one hand on the reins, his bright, blood-stained armor drawing the enemy's attention.

"Kill him!"

The Rhoynar soldiers, hiding behind the burning earthen wall, raised their bows to shoot Viserys, but the guards beside the young king raised their shields in time to block all the arrows.

bang bang bang-

Upon seeing this, Viserys's last thought of persuading them to surrender vanished.

"Humph--"

Viserys then dismounted, donned his shield, and personally led a few soldiers to finish off the few who resisted.