Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"Is old Mormont's torch still working?"

The Night's Watch brothers laughed and joked around.

"Be careful, the adult might pull out his 'sword' and scare you to death."

Old George didn't seem to care much about the joke, but a look of helplessness appeared on his weathered face. He then waved his hand and told them to get lost.

"go with!"

Then the old man looked up again and paused to look at the red comet streaking across the sky.

At first, I was quite amazed by this strange celestial phenomenon, but after looking at it for a while, it lost its appeal.

Then, the old man shook his head and returned to his room.

...

In the school town of the old town.

The sound of hurried footsteps was clear as they passed through the quiet corridor.

Tap tap...

"what?"

"How is this possible?"

At the same time, there were whispers, as if they were exchanging information, some doubtful and some incredulous. Then the figure carrying the lamp swayed slightly and gently placed the oil lamp on the ground.

Splash...

The swaying figure pulled out a heavy bunch of keys, inserted them into the huge keyhole, and laboriously turned the almost rusty lock. Finally, with a 'click,' the lock was opened.

The figure then took a few deep breaths, raised his hand, and pushed open the door with a creak. However, just as he was about to step inside, he suddenly stopped, stood outside the room looking at the scene before him, and then gradually opened his mouth wide.

"this..."

The sight before him clearly astonished him; his figure was projected onto the wall behind him, one hand covering his mouth, his beard trembling.

Beside him, a figure hidden in the shadows and not illuminated by the lights spoke up at that moment.

"It looks like something big is about to happen."

"Go and inform the steward first."

In fact, achieving a qualified level of achievement in a particular professional field is enough to be called a bachelor's degree. If a bachelor's degree holder is considered a 'master' in a particular field, he/she will be awarded a ring, scepter, and mask corresponding to that field, as well as a doctoral title, to acknowledge his/her expertise.

Doctors are senior members of the Citadel, granted the right to attend meetings of the Cardinal Council. The Cardinal Council is the governing body of the Citadel; even the Grand Secretaries who assist the King in King's Landing are elected by them.

Each year, the Citadel's Council elects a steward from among those present by lottery to manage all affairs of the Citadel.

Now that such a major event has occurred, it is natural to inform the current Grand Master of the Citadel, Dr. Ambrose, the Citadel's chief physician who has earned a doctorate in the medical field and possesses a silver ring, scepter, and mask.

The two then hurriedly closed the door, remembering to reinsert the heavy lock, before rushing toward the steward's room.

However, when the two men arrived at the steward's room with their lanterns, they found that Dr. Ambrose was not there. It took them some effort to find him.

...

now.

Several members of the Citadel's Cardinal Council were gathered in Dr. Verin's room, observing the red comet with its long tail in the sky through a strange mirror.

"This is a sword that cuts down the seasons."

"It signifies the passing of spring and the arrival of summer."

Dr. Verin, the teacher of Mathematician Günther, was speaking.

However, at that moment there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Then, two middle-aged scholars pushed open the door and walked in, bowed slightly, and then walked up to the steward, whispering a few words in his ear.

"what?"

Dr. Ambrose was slightly startled by their words, then raised his gray head, widened his eyes, and asked in a hoarse, incredulous voice.

"Did the glass candle reignite?"

Several PhDs are gathered here analyzing the sudden appearance of the red comet and what omens it might bring.

However, nothing so sudden happened. The glass candle had been extinguished for over a hundred years, and no one had been able to relight it.

But now, it ignited out of thin air without the need for flames.

The doctors inside the room exchanged bewildered glances, knowing full well that this was no small matter.

The four glass candles preserved in the Citadel were brought from Valyria to the Citadel a thousand years ago, before the apocalypse of Valyria.

Although not fully confirmed, based on the speculations of generations of doctors, glass candles may be closely related to the existence of magic.

What exactly happened?

"This is a change unseen in a century."

The group of old men, oblivious to the red comet overhead, hurried to the room where the glass candles were stored.

Chapter 128 Breaking the Army

The red comet streaked across the sky, causing various reactions throughout Westeros.

The Ironborn of the Iron Islands believed that the 'Wrath of the Drowned God' had been triggered, while the masters of Oldtown and the bishops of the Starry Sanctuary who worshipped the Seven Gods jointly declared that it was just a normal astronomical phenomenon, 'the Seven Gods' sword that slays the seasons'.

Meanwhile, the soldiers in the river region looked up at the sky and called the red comet the Red Messenger, foretelling frequent reports of future victories.

The people in King's Landing called him King Robert the Comet. A barrage of flattery made the victorious King Robert feel like he was on cloud nine. He threw a lavish banquet and drank himself into a stupor until he was completely drunk and unconscious.

In the end, it took a lot of effort from Ser Jaime to personally carry His Majesty the King back to his bedroom, and Ser Jaime suffered from back pain for the next few days as a result.

However, some citizens of King's Landing call this red comet the Red Messenger, while others call it the Dragon Tail Star.

The last embers of the Targaryen gradually gained power on the continent of Essos, across the Narrow Sea, possessing several cities and towns and a territory comparable to that of a kingdom. News of this gradually reached King's Landing through the comings and goings of caravans.

Although orders have been issued from within the Red Keep to strictly control these messages and apprehend those who spread rumors, the Gold Robes of King's Landing are also running around and making a ruckus.

However, for this densely populated megacity-state with a population exceeding 500,000, it was still somewhat beyond their capabilities. Just cleaning up the daily excrement and waste produced by so many people was impossible, let alone controlling their mouths.

Some people like Baratheon, while others like Targaryen, so the meaning of the name Dragontail Star naturally becomes ambiguous.

However, in a blacksmith's shop in King's Landing, a little boy with black hair thought it looked like a fiery red longsword taken out of a forge.

But this is insignificant.

...

On the battlefield of Götöh.

The war has reached its final stage.

"In the name of the Seven Gods and the Mother River—"

Viserys, clad in armor, his bright silver armor reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight, held a long spear in one hand, the long mane of his white horse flowing freely.

"Crush all invaders who attempt to plunder our wealth, seize our wives and children, and even sell us into slavery!"

The young king personally led over a hundred heavy cavalrymen around the still-burning fire, then accelerated and charged into the battlefield.

Rumbling--

The morale of the Dothraki has now plummeted. Attacking towns has never been their forte, and now they have suffered repeated setbacks, only to be ambushed by the enemy after entering the town.

A massive fire shattered their formation, and most of their people were either engulfed in flames or trapped in the town, becoming sitting ducks. Those Dothraki who hadn't yet entered the battlefield had lost the will to fight.

Most of them were elderly people with poor physical strength, women, and even children. These children usually followed behind the army, picking up arrows and weapons from the corpses as spares, but they never expected to become the vanguard of the army.

And at this time.

A slight tremor shook the earth in the distance, and a muffled rumble resounded in the hearts of every panicked and bewildered Dothraki.

Without Khao, the Dothraki were like wolves without a leader; they didn't know what to do.

"Hey--"

A chaotic cacophony of Dothraki language filled the air as people offered their ideas, yet no one held the authority to command the others.

Because their Khal is trapped in the fire and hasn't escaped yet, he may already be dead.

They seemed to sense the approaching danger.

Tap tap…

The horses' hooves pounded the ground restlessly. The Dothraki riding on horseback looked at each other, gripping the reins tightly. They, like their riders, sensed the unsettling atmosphere in the air.

But what happened next gave them the answer.

Not far from them on a high hill beyond Götöh, a group of armored knights swept past the hills, their armor reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight.

Andalus' heavily armed cavalry roared in, their heavy hooves slamming into the ground, kicking up dust like a long, smoky dragon.

At the forefront, the silver-armored knight rode a beautiful white horse, his feet in the stirrups, one hand holding the reins, his body slightly bent and close to the horse's back as he galloped down, his other hand holding a long spear, and he was the first to charge into the Dothraki crowd.

Upon seeing the knight, the two Dothraki warriors roared in anger, mustered their courage, and charged forward with their Arak scimitars, attempting to stop the intruder.

"die."

However, the pale purple eyes beneath the silver-armored knight's visor narrowed slightly before he gripped the spear in his hand.

With a flick of the wrist, the sharp spear tip emerged with pinpoint accuracy, piercing the neck of a Dothraki warrior.

puff--

A handful of enemy blood blossoms.

Rumble...

The sound of panicked horses' hooves echoed as they fled into the distance.

Its rider had been thrown to the ground, his body crashing heavily to the earth, his head almost completely broken off.

Meanwhile, the other Dothraki warrior flanking Viserys held his scimitar close to his helmet.

Clang——

It even reached the white tassel on his head, but the little king slightly tilted his head and narrowly avoided it.