Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

As his magic and mysticism advisor, Ms. Millie, said, she sensed that the power of magic was reviving.

However, the reality is that Daenerys is only six years old, which is why Viserys feels confused.

Everything...

Everything's been brought forward?

The shift in the timeline, which even advanced the timeline by seven or eight years, caused Viserys to feel a strange sense of unease creeping over him.

This fear stems from the unknown, just as people are always afraid of what they cannot see.

Darkness, demons, the future...

"It will happen."

Viserys then sighed and patted the daydreaming soldier on the shoulder...

No.

The young king looked up at the sky again. The sun was already setting, and the sky was gradually darkening.

This great battle raged from morning till dusk before finally coming to a complete end.

Viserys's earlier good mood gradually subsided, returning to calm. He then waved his hand, ordering the soldiers to give Drogo a proper burial; he was a worthy opponent.

Then he left the guards there and went off on his own to wander into the distance.

"not in a good mood?"

Oberyn seemed to notice that the young king's mood had suddenly soured.

He had just been looking up at the blood-red comet overhead, but he couldn't discern any special meaning behind it.

Then his dark eyes gazed at Viserys's retreating figure.

"Ah."

I want to take a walk by myself.

However, Viserys did not turn around but waved his hand, which was considered a response to Oberyn not far away.

"Tsk... okay."

The middle-aged man opened his palm, his short, slightly wavy black hair ruffled by the wind.

He didn't know why Viserys had suddenly become depressed, but he still wanted to try to comfort him, only to be directly rejected.

Then Oberyn thought of the handwritten letter he had received from his brother in Dorne not long ago, and rubbed his temples slightly, feeling a bit of a headache.

What to say?

Oberyn has been trying to find an opportunity to talk to Viserys about this issue for some time now.

However, before he could find a suitable opportunity, he was attacked by the Dothraki, and there was no time to mention it after that.

However, this matter could not be delayed any longer, as Viserys grew older and Andalus's power gradually increased...

This matter should be resolved sooner rather than later; otherwise, the interests of the Martell family cannot be guaranteed.

Although Oberyn had been in Andalus for many years and had become friends with Viserys, he still could not refuse the interests of his family and the will of his brother.

"Let's find another opportunity later."

Oberyn sighed as he watched Viserys's figure gradually disappear into the distance.

The soldiers had already carried away Drogo Khal's unrecognizable corpse from the ground and placed it on a rack, with plenty of firewood piled around it, ready to burn him to ashes in the most traditional Dothraki way.

Oberyn stretched his shoulders; after a whole day of fighting, he was ready to go back and rest.

However, at this moment...

An unexpected change is happening silently.

The red comet with its long tail seemed to be growing larger in everyone's eyes.

At first, no one took it seriously.

Viserys went to take a quiet walk alone, while Oberyn stretched his limbs and wanted to go back to rest.

Some soldiers were busy preparing for Drogo's funeral, while others were cleaning up the battlefield.

Night gradually enveloped the earth, and the light of the red comet overhead even obscured the bright moon in the sky.

Then a soldier noticed something amiss and asked, somewhat puzzled and uncertain.

"Is it...getting bigger and bigger?"

Do you feel this way?

With the first person pointing it out, all the remaining soldiers who were secretly looking at the sky also realized what was happening.

"Huh, it seems... to be true?"

"What's going on? Is it going to fall?"

The soldiers put down their work and gazed at the growing red comet in the sky.

However, they didn't show any panic or fear on their faces; instead, they were excitedly whispering to each other.

Because the object flying through the sky appeared very small to them, only about the size of a car wheel.

A middle-aged soldier with a long pipe in his mouth exhaled a puff of smoke and then spoke in a calm voice.

"Humph…"

"Something this small shouldn't have much impact even if it falls, right?"

Yes, that's right.

The surrounding soldiers nodded in agreement, agreeing that there was nothing wrong with what they said.

I just killed a Dothraki, so what's a little thing that fell from the sky?

Chapter 132 The Fall

In fact, this widespread illiteracy is not unique to Andalus; it is prevalent in many other places as well.

Furthermore, it is still too early for this era to fully understand the true meaning of the sun, moon, and stars.

Every day at sunset, the followers of the Lord of Light light bonfires to thank Rahlo for the day that is about to end and to ask him to bring back the sun the next day and drive away the gathering darkness.

The Qarthians, on the other hand, believed that the moon was an egg. There were originally two moons in the sky, but one of them moved too close to the sun and exploded due to the intense heat.

Then thousands upon thousands of dragons emerged from it, absorbing the sun's flames, which is why dragons breathe fire. And one day the remaining moon will kiss the sun and then explode, at which point the dragons will return to the world.

The Dothraki believed the moon was a goddess, and the sun was the moon's husband, etc.

The soldiers were having a lively discussion.

Viserys walked alone to a quiet clearing not far away. The night was desolate, and the boy's long, silver-gold hair fluttered gently in the wind.

He really wanted to be alone for a while.

There are various reasons.

Perhaps there's also the aftereffect of leading a major battle for the first time; people always have a moment of enlightenment after experiencing a significant moment in their lives.

Then, the young king sat down on a piece of land that was free of dirt and blood.

Clang…

Then he pulled out the dagger he always carried from his waist.

Bathed in the bright moonlight behind and above, and the glow of the red comet, the smooth, water-like blade of the dagger reflected a faint light.

Three seconds later.

call

A cloud of black mist arrived as promised, appearing before Viserys.

Viserys still doesn't understand the true nature of the black fog.

However, one thing is certain: as long as he wants to gain power, he needs to constantly kill other humans.

Then they draw black mist from the corpses of the dead to strengthen themselves.

Killing people...can increase one's strength?

It felt like making a wicked and terrifying deal with the devil.

It is tempting Viserys to become a demon.

When the young king was at his lowest point, most helpless, and betrayed, he took a large amount of hallucinogens and had a moment of impulse to burn Dragonstone to the ground.

Would he become a god on the spot?

However, Viserys managed to control his wildly growing desires at that time.

Massacre of the city...

A scene resembling the depths of hell suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Destroying the village...

The iron hooves of the Andalusian legions could easily trample down towns and villages, and Viserys could single-handedly cut down all the captured innocent civilians one by one.

He didn't know what he would become if he did that and accelerated his growth to the maximum extent.

To become the greatest tyrant in Essos, including Westeros?

Or will you become a monster that is neither human nor ghost?

However, as Viserys' power grew, so too did this twisted ambition within him.

However, he always restrained himself very strongly, even to the point of some resistance.

He never hid his distrust of the black mist and always maintained a cautious attitude.

The reason, of course, was this deal with the devil, yet he couldn't bear to completely sever the connection between them.

That is, from now on he will never kill anyone again.

However, it's clear that he can't do it.

This is a battle with one's own mind.