Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Then.

After a half-day trek, the Andalus Legion crossed the confluence of the Upper and Lower Loen Rivers and arrived on the plains east of the Upper Loen River, where undulating mountains and overlapping peaks could be faintly seen in the distance.

That place is one of the few giant mountain ranges on the continent of Essos, covering an extremely vast area, and is known as the Norfos Mountains.

Norfolk, one of the nine free city-states, is hidden in this endless, rolling mountain range, with winding roads crisscrossing the mountains and leading to the misty distance.

Due to its unique terrain, this area is also the most rampant place for bandits, outlaws, and various Green Forest Brotherhoods on the continent of Essos.

The surrounding city-states repeatedly sent armies to conquer them, but none of them succeeded. In fact, they were defeated by these bandit brothers who took advantage of the terrain and were forced to flee back in disarray.

And now.

Although they were still quite far apart, Viserys, surrounded by his legionary soldiers, could already see the spot where the red comet had fallen the previous night.

"It's right there..."

Others around me also saw it; it was a very conspicuous place where thick smoke was constantly rising, the sky was shrouded in smoke, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

"Cough cough..."

The soldiers of the legion couldn't help but cover their mouths and noses as they marched here, and then began to cough violently.

Yesterday, after defeating the Dothraki, they set a huge fire. Although the fire didn't affect them too much, they were still choked by the thick smoke, and their noses and eyes were running. They never expected that after leaving the battlefield of Gödoho and coming here, they would still have to suffer like this.

last night.

The red comet transformed into a giant fireball, broke through the atmosphere, and finally crashed into the Norfolk Mountains, quickly igniting a massive fire.

The mountains are densely forested and overgrown with weeds, and the winds are strong, making them the perfect place for flames to burn. Such a natural disaster is almost impossible to stop by human effort; one can only pray for the mercy of the gods to send down heavy rain to extinguish the wildfire.

Although they had already seen thick smoke billowing into the sky, it was already dusk when the Andalus Legion finally reached the foot of the Norfos Mountains.

The wind direction changed at dusk, turning northwest, giving the soldiers, who were feeling unwell from the smoke, a chance to catch their breath.

They also had the opportunity to get close enough to witness firsthand the terrifying wildfire that swept across the entire mountain. The flames illuminated the entire sky, making it almost impossible to distinguish between day and night.

Meanwhile, the fire is spreading to other nearby mountains, and it seems to be an unstoppable force.

"terrible."

Seeing this horrifying scene, everyone felt their throats go dry and couldn't help but swallow.

Such natural disasters are simply beyond human control.

"Merciful Holy Mother, we pray that you will send down holy water to extinguish this wildfire."

Soldiers in the Andalus Legion began to silently make prayer gestures, eventually touching their fingers to their foreheads in silent prayer.

Meanwhile, the soldiers of the Loyna were also praying to the spirits of nature, such as mountains and rivers, to stop this disaster.

Viserys witnessed all of this, but said nothing. Since he had chosen to use religion as a double-edged sword, he had considered that it would be inextricably linked to him.

However, the immediate benefits still outweigh the risks. Viserys was perfectly clear-headed; he knew exactly what he was doing and how to make the right choices.

But he doesn't want to sever ties with religion right now.

For Andalus now, the most pressing issue is the question of ethnicity: how he can, like the Seven Kingdoms, fully integrate the Andals, the Rhoynar, and many other ethnic groups.

...

When Andalus's army arrived at the foot of the Norfos Mountains, they discovered that a caravan had already arrived there before them.

In the distance, they could see an endless army rushing towards them from the end of the road, and everyone in the caravan seemed very nervous.

The caravan leader was pale, while the guards, who reeked of blood, nervously drew their longswords.

However, the caravan leader quickly rebuked them, saying that trying to resist a regular army head-on was tantamount to courting death.

However, they usually traveled along the trade route from Pentos to Norfos and had no idea which army was here or why they had suddenly appeared.

Norfos?

Or was it Pentos's army?

Norfoss's army consisted of bearded monks wielding battle axes, who 'married' their long-handled battle axes through religious ceremonies.

This army was clearly not composed of bearded monks.

As for Pentos... the number of soldiers they possess is barely enough to maintain the city's defenses, making it impossible for them to send out such a large legion.

"Shit!"

"They're probably here for Rahlo's gift too!"

The caravan leader was a burly man with a strong build and a fierce look in his eyes. He had a long knife at his waist.

As soon as he finished speaking, the caravan erupted in chaos.

"no!"

"This is a gift from the Lord of Light!"

Let's run away!

"escape?"

There's no escaping it now.

While they were arguing, two cavalry units from the legion ahead emerged from both sides, seemingly having spotted them as well, and were gradually flanking them.

There was no way they could escape unless they were driven up the mountain and plunged headlong into the sea of ​​fire.

The entire caravan consisted of fervent followers of Rahlor, the Lord of Light. They had seen the red comet the previous night and believed it to be a 'sword piercing the long night,' a gift from the Lord of Light.

Because among the followers of the Lord of Light, almost every believer knows the prophecy that a hero will pull a flaming sword out of the flames—the 'Lightbringer'—about the coming of a long night.

This prophecy has been circulating for who knows how long, yet the long night has yet to arrive, while 'light messengers' have appeared in droves.

Because the trick of using the flaming sword is not very difficult.

However, this time the caravan leader was very serious.

Chapter 139 Robbers

Even a fool could tell that this thing that fell from the sky was of immense value.

It is said that there is a city called Starfallen City on the other side of the Narrow Sea in Westeros, named after a shooting star that fell from the sky.

Meanwhile, the meteorite iron that fell from the sky was forged into a weapon that was in no way inferior to Valyrian steel, the divine sword 'Dawn'.

Faced with such immense profits that it was almost enough to make one want to be torn to pieces, the caravan leader was unwilling to give up so easily.

And since there's no way to escape now...

The man's breathing was a little heavy, and then he licked his dry, chapped lips slightly.

...

Soon after.

Andalus's legions finally arrived before these caravans.

The light cavalry had already surrounded them.

"Behave yourselves!"

The caravan's guards were herded together by the cavalry with spears as if they were rabbits.

Viserys sat upright on his horse, dressed in simple clothes and wearing a golden crown. He held the reins with one hand, glanced at the caravan that was now surrounded in the distance, narrowed his eyes slightly, and was about to speak.

And at this time.

"Honorable Targaryen, Your Majesty the Great King of the Seven Kingdoms."

Among the caravan, a man dressed even more splendidly than Viserys, with broad shoulders and a thick waist, who appeared to be the caravan leader, took the initiative to greet them.

He saw clearly the banners of the Andalusian Legion and the three-headed dragon emblem on Viserys's chest.

Although the glorious victory of Andalus's army in the Battle of Gödöhne, in which they decisively defeated Khal Drogo, has not yet been reported.

However, the names of Andalus and Viserys had already spread throughout the region, and the young king, now surrounded by countless knights and warriors like a star being worshipped, was easily recognizable.

Because they had just experienced a great battle, every soldier of Andalus carried a strong smell of blood and a fierce aura, and even their eyes were different from those of ordinary people.

Many of the caravan guards looked fierce, but after meeting the soldiers' cold gaze, they were terrified and their scalps tingled. They quickly lowered their heads, behaving as obediently as little rabbits.

“We are a legitimate caravan protected by Norfolk.”

"Is there something you want to tell us?"

The caravan leader approached Viserys's mount, bowed slightly in greeting, and spoke with neither servility nor arrogance, holding his head high.

"The caravan protected by Norfoss".

"That's amazing?"

Viserys reined in his horse, its hooves resting in front of him. He then remained silent, scrutinizing the seemingly confident caravan leader for a long while.

The prince of Dorne was also sizing up the uninvited guest, then seemed to notice something and whispered a few words in Viserys' ear.

"Ok?"

Viserys turned to look at Oberyn for a moment, then looked away.

The caravan leader, standing before Viserys' warhorse, appeared calm on the surface, but was inwardly quite nervous.

Then they heard the young king's calm voice coming from above.

"Take them all down."

With a command from Viserys.

wow-

The Andalus warriors, who had just fought a major battle on both sides, heard Viserys suddenly order the capture of people without any warning. Without hesitation, they rushed forward like hungry wolves, trying to control everyone in the caravan.

The clever ones simply threw their weapons on the ground.

Clang clang...

Without any resistance, he raised his hands and was then roughly tied up by the soldiers who rushed forward, who forced him to kneel on the ground with his head down.

Those who were a beat slow to react, didn't throw their weapons quickly enough, or were fanatical followers of Rahlo who tried to put up a fight were killed on the spot by Andalusian soldiers.

Puff puff--