Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon

On the evening of the fifth day.

Stannis's scouts marching along the edge of the Royal Forest spotted a giant dragon appearing in the sky.

The scouts on horseback on the grassland ran into the dense forest like crazy when they saw the giant dragon. The various hundred-man teams that were deployed in the marching array on the periphery were even more panicked and rode wildly, and the marching formation became chaotic.

Stannis had estimated the current strength of Dragonstone Island from intelligence from various places. Viserys's army was only 500 to 600 people at most, and there were only a small number of cavalry composed of free riders, so he divided his marching column into groups of teams, and the 4,500-man team was divided into ten military formations, and each military formation was divided into smaller parts.

The vanguard and the rear army were the most loyal queen party and king party, and Stannis was in charge of the central army.

But even so, no matter how reasonable the marching column was, it seemed small and powerless compared to the giant dragon.

The dragon in the sky did not even launch an attack, but flew very high, covering the sky with its huge wings, from the high altitude where the Royal Forest and the grassland meet, from the vanguard of Stannis's marching formation, all the way to the back.

Stannis arranged it in detail enough, but the team was still in chaos.

Some cavalrymen marching along the edge did not have time to hide in the Royal Forest, and ran like crazy in the opposite direction on the grassland. Some escaped into the depths of the Royal Forest and left the army, becoming deserters.

This time the dragon did not even launch an attack, but seemed to be doing reconnaissance.

After nightfall, the dragon returned along the same route, and the stationing order of Stannis's army was issued. There were problems in gathering the chaotic team due to the appearance of the dragon, and some soldiers had already wavered. Many deserters have disappeared.

It was also the first time that the king really saw the dragon, but he strictly required the marching troops to restrain the troops and capture the deserters.

That night, only one deserter was captured and tied to the stake.

When the deserter was engulfed by the flames, Stannis stood beside the fire with a livid face.

After that, Stannis returned to his central army tent. Even though Stannis had a heart that would never compromise, he was a little dazed and stared at the flames. He gritted his teeth and asked the red priest of R'hllor: "Why don't you attack it?"

The red priestess responded calmly: "Too far away, Your Majesty. I need it to be closer. The gift of the Red God must be guaranteed to be fatal."

Stannis gritted his teeth and said: "What if it doesn't get closer?"

"It won't," Melisandre said softly, "Your Majesty, the distance at which the dragon spews flames is never far, and it is not as good as the range of the giant crossbow."

"Won't?" Stannis looked as if he wanted to strangle her to death, "I choose to believe you, Lady. But the flames are full of traps. How much of what you saw in the holy fire is true? "

"Ants cannot understand the words of great men," said Melisandre, "and all humans are ants in the eyes of God. I sometimes take warnings as prophecies, or take prophecies as warnings, but the fault lies with the interpreter, not the gods. But one thing I am sure of is that your fate will not end here, your fate is in winter, in the north!"

"Fate?" The king snorted, "If you can't defeat it," he said this almost resentfully, "our fate will end here."

No one could sleep that night.

The dragon seemed to be a dark cloud covering everyone's soul.

The next morning.

There were more deserters who were caught by the staunch party members who always believed in the red robe priests. These people tried to escape at night, but were discovered by the patrol guards that Stannis deliberately left outside.

These people became the sacrifices of the new day.

If R'hllor really has divine power to help, then Stannis has sacrificed enough to him along the way.

The marching array was newly arranged on this day. Stannis insisted on continuing to march northward. He began to place the cavalry of the determined queen party members on the outskirts of the forest. Their leaders were all extremely fanatical believers of the Red God. They firmly believed in Lady Melisandre's magic and were willing to serve as bait, hoping that their fanaticism would allow them to hold out for a while longer when facing the dragon.

"R'hllor will protect us!"

Before they set out as the outer troops, Lady Melisandre led them to pray in front of the sacrifice, and then these fanatical believers set off on horseback.

Others were a little uneasy and numb. They watched the fanatics set off, looked at the sacrifice table uneasily, and then continued to march northward numbly under the king's order.

When the retreat was blocked by the king, the numb sergeants could only hope like these fanatics that the red-robed women in the team and their own military columns could get closer to the forest.

The dragon did not appear all morning.

It was not until the afternoon that the scouts discovered the dragon appearing in the sky again and sent a warning signal to the team.

Today, the outer marching formations were fanatical believers of the Red God. Compared to the panic of yesterday, they did not appear to be panicking and running around on horseback. Some people were shooting at the sky, but it was just a futile attempt.

At a certain moment.

The dragon swooped down on Stannis's marching formation.

"It's coming!"

I don't know who made the first exclamation, and both the outer and forest marching formations began to disperse according to the expected formation.

"Damn! It's so big!"

"Oh my God! It's as big as a mountain!"

Tear!

As the dragon flapped its wings and accelerated its dive, a huge shadow that blocked the sky fell from the sky.

When Stannis saw the dragon swooping down, his eyes frantically searched for the red-robed priest hiding in the team, but the dragon continued to fly without any slack.

Tear!

It was so fast that the whole sky seemed to be filled with the huge sound of the dragon's wings flapping.

Stannis only saw a huge shadow flying quickly over the head of the forest where he was with a terrifying whistling sound, and the strong wind followed the whistling sound and wrapped around his entire army.

The cavalry's horses were frightened, and Herod's neighing continued.

Even the king's horse was no exception, and began to run wildly and uncontrollably. His servants wanted to help him control the horse, but were thrown off the horse by the frightened horse.

The king's frightened horse bumped left and right between the military columns, and finally collided with another person's horse. Stannis was finally thrown off the horse, and was almost thrown into the crowd, but he didn't hit his head.

The wind howled down from the sky, the whole forest was rustling, and countless trees were blown to the ground in the wind.

Stannis heard the soldiers screaming and shouting.

But then, a whistling of dead branches and fallen leaves were blown by the wind and hit Stannis in the face, along with sand and gravel from nowhere. The wind was so fierce that it suppressed the screams and wails of the men and horses.

The dragon did not even spit fire, but flew over the army that Stannis thought was safe hiding in the dense forest at a very fast speed.

"Help!"

"Save me!"

"Dragon!"

Gradually, he heard the sound of terrified screams.

"Your Majesty!"

Stannis was knocked unconscious, his eyes were dazed, and he looked at the servants who rushed towards him blankly.

"Your Majesty?" Stannis's servant Bain Farring, his face covered with mud and his helmet tilted, helped him up. Seeing that he did not respond, his face was full of concern and confusion.

He heard the sound of horses neighing from somewhere on the left, and the pitiful sound of horses was full of fear.

Even the proudest king felt despair at this moment.

The dragon did not even breathe fire!

Stannis closed his eyes in despair.

He had every reason to be depressed. He had prepared for a long time to organize this army and decided to challenge the dragon of Targaryen. However, after only one encounter, the dragon only flew over his head on his marching route, and his army's morale was about to collapse.

After a long time, the sound of the wind gradually died down, leaving only the neighing and howling of the horses. He heard himself asking: "Where is Lady Melisandre?"

Stannis's marching team stretched for several miles. After encountering the dragon yesterday, in order to prevent a large number of deserters, today's marching formation was a little tighter, but there was still a full two miles of queue. Melisandre hid in the place she thought was suitable during the day, and dozens of firm riders of the queen party guarded her on both sides.

But when the dragon attacked just now, nothing unexpected happened, and the dragon showed no signs of injury.

Now the wind seemed to have stopped.

Did she launch an attack?

Did she succeed in her attack?

The continuous neighing and wailing of horses were disturbing and annoying.

Tear.

The sound of the dragon flapping its wings sounded again in the forest above Stannis's head.

The huge beast flapped its wings and patrolled among the trees. A loud voice came from the dragon to the forest: "Stannis, if you still count on Melisandre, then I tell you, she can't help you.

Everyone listen, I'm waiting for you at the mouth of the Wend River, there, I will prepare two ways for you. Those who walk on the left will surrender voluntarily, and those who walk on the right will hold their weapons tightly. I will wait for you there to challenge me. If you want to die, I will allow you to die with a sword in your hand. Stannis, I'll wait for you to come."

After that, the dragon flapped its wings and flew into the sky, and disappeared in a short while.

After an unknown amount of time, Melisandre was finally escorted to Stannis by her guards.

The body of the red priestess was still trembling uncontrollably, black blood was smoking and flowing down her thighs, her skin was covered with wrinkles as if burned by flames, and the lines of flames were drawn on her skin.

Stannis's voice was full of fatigue: "You failed."

King Stannis silently drew his sword. Lightbringer, people called it. But it was just a mortal that could glow.

Stannis did not believe in God. He did not believe in the Seven Gods, nor would he believe in R'hllor.

"Lady, it's over." Stannis snorted and threw the sword back to Melisandre.

After that, he did not say another word.

At night, the regrouped troops all had bleak faces, ashen faces, and silence spread in the hastily built tents, and the king and soldiers were all filled with a sense of failure.

It is hard to say that some deserters did not flee and return to the tents because they heard what the people on the dragon said.

But even so, without any casualties, the total number of people counted by each camp after the troops gathered was only more than 3,000.

Many people had lost their will to fight. When the dragon roared past, they had already run away and lost hope of fighting.

"We will go to the mouth of the Wende River to fight to the death," Humphry Clifton insisted, "If we are destined to die, let us die with swords in our hands."

The king did not see anyone in the tent, not even the red-robed woman.

Now only the knights leading the troops of each unit discussed the next journey in the temporary camp.

The issue of debate was to march and die, stay here and die, retreat and die.

Or surrender.

"You can die however you want, Humphrey," said Justin Massey, "as for me, I would rather live to see another spring."

"You want to surrender, coward, I knew you narrow sea lords can't be trusted!"

"Some may call it a coward, but the fact is that we can't defeat the dragon." Peasebury responded, "and you can choose, Humphrey."

"We can charge the Targaryen dragon at the mouth of the Wender River. And then die."

"We can do nothing here and wait for the dragon to attack again. And then die."

"We can retreat back the way we came, back to Hayhall, Storm's End, or our respective territories. And then die."

"Then Then die, die, die. "Sir Justin rolled his eyes, "Gods have mercy, can't we not die?"

"Gods? Have you forgotten your identity. Have you lost your faith in the Red God R'hllor?"

"I have lost much more than that. If you ask me, here is my answer. Your Majesty will be happy to see us swear allegiance to Lady Shireen."

"Swear allegiance to Lady Shireen? Justin, since we rode out of Storm's End, you have been preaching failure every step of the way. This makes me want to know you, which side do you lords of the Narrow Sea stand on?"

A blush climbed up Justin's neck: "I will not stay here to be insulted."

As if he was humiliated, he left with a wave of his sleeves and strode out of the tent. The nobles and knights who also came from the Narrow Sea immediately followed him into the night outside.

There is no doubt that although there has not been a decent battle since leaving Storm's End, many people have made their choices.

The rest of the people could only look at each other blankly. This expedition was inexplicable, and the collapse was also inexplicable. So when they thought about it, they couldn't figure out why they went to Storm's End.

Could it be that it was just to let Lady Shireen take over Storm's End?

This chapter was stuck for a long time. I was not satisfied with several versions, and it even affected the normal update of the manuscript. Finally, I chose this way to end it. Hurry up and send Stannis to the Wall according to the outline plan to end the plot here.