Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon

Little Griffin and other senior officers of the Golden Warriors were arranged in another tent. He sat on a folding chair in the middle of the camp, trying to calm down and prepare for the meeting with his uncle and aunt.

Raleigh Duckfield, who taught him martial arts and was also his loyal guard, sat at the end of the tent, together with Sister Lemore, who taught him faith, and Haldon, the semimaester, who taught him language and history. They were not the commanders of the Golden Group, but they were his companions who educated and raised him since childhood. These people could prove his identity, so they were brought in together.

Today, not every commander of the Golden Group is a descendant of Westeros, and not everyone wants to come to Westeros. Franklin Flowers, Tristan Rivers and Leswell Peake are the most determined factions to return to Westeros. After Jon Connington showed up with Aegon, they couldn't wait to make a choice.

The decision to get on the bus first and then buy a ticket was made by them and Jon.

But now that they really saw King Viserys's dragon, they began to be uncertain. Because this strategy may not be useful when the opponent has absolutely overwhelming force.

Several people were waiting anxiously, and although they were still sitting on the folding chairs, their expressions were obviously not calm.

Little Griffin was much calmer. He was already thinking about how to talk to his uncle Viserys as the son of Rhaegar. He had been told since he was a child that he was Aegon, the son of Rhaegar, and he had never doubted his identity.

However, until Captain Harry and Jon returned to their tent, Little Griffin was not summoned to the central camp.

Captain Harry sighed and said nothing.

Jon couldn't help but glance at Harry, and began to explain their experience in the king's tent to the commander and little Aegon in the tent.

"What, how could he doubt my identity?" Little Griffin got excited, "I"

"Of course he would doubt it." Jon's expression was somewhat painful. According to the information given by Illyrio, the king was extremely cautious and it was not uncommon for him to doubt anyone. "But he gave us a way to go to the Northern Wall to find Maester Aemon. According to him, he was an old man over a hundred years old."

"Over a hundred years old," Tristan Rivers felt unreliable, "Such an old man, can he still see Prince Aegon's hair and eyes clearly? He just doesn't want to acknowledge His Royal Highness's identity!"

"Keep your voice down!" Jon asked him to restrain himself.

Aegon was so wronged that his lips twisted: "I came to him with an army as a relative, but he..."

"With his dragon, he can have as many troops as he wants." Leswell Peake, this is an exiled lord.

"We have already controlled most of Cape Wrath." Franklin Flowers couldn't help but say, "Isn't it enough to give these to him?"

Captain Harry took over his words: "The king promised us to work under Prince Aegon as mercenaries before he confirmed his identity. Everything else will have to wait for Prince Aegon to confirm his identity." The commander-in-chief spoke slowly, and it was hard to say that there was no resentment in it. The commander was opposed at the beginning, did not want to take risks, and would rather achieve nothing in Myr. Maybe people call this cowardice, but the Golden Group broke the Myr Treaty and abandoned the reputation accumulated by several generations to take this risk. He called it cautious.

But when everyone was inspired by the prospects described by Jon Clinton, others exchanged thoughtful glances, and all of them began to speak together, Harry could only go with the flow.

Tristan Rivers tapped his fingers on his knees: "'If he doesn't come to us, we will go to him', this is undoubtedly right. Jon, we have expectations for Prince Aegon."

The pressure was given to Jon Clinton.

Then Little Griffin spoke. "Then keep your hopes up for me," he said. "I am Rhaegar's son, there is no doubt about that. I made you a promise to bring you to Westeros, so I will complete the final step of confirmation."

Jon stood beside his prince and said, "Think carefully about what you are saying, and then speak boldly."

"I have thought about it," the boy insisted. "I will ask to see the king alone and tell him the whole story. I have other ways to verify my identity, and if that doesn't work. Then I will go north as he asks and meet great-great-grandfather Aemon. There is no doubt that if I cannot prove my identity, the king and the lords will only laugh at my self-declaration and label us as liars and impostors."

Franklyn Flowers laughed: "Good, brave."

A voice was approaching as the tent was discussing.

Everyone fell silent.

The guard reported: "Your Highness, Captain, and all the commanders, the king's tent has sent someone outside to summon the man who calls himself 'Aegon', that Barristan."

Young Griff thought things had turned around, and was delighted for a moment, and was about to step forward.

Jon held him back: "Only Aegon?"

The guard was puzzled: "He said there are also Jon Connington and Ashara Dayne, but these two people should not be on our side."

Jon sent him away: "Okay, go down."

Sister Lemore couldn't help but cast a puzzled look at Jon Connington.

Jon just smiled awkwardly: "Then your Highness, Sister Lemore, let's go together to see why the king summoned us."

Soon, Little Griff, Jon, and the nun walked out of the tent.

Barristan, who was waiting outside the tent, couldn't help but look at the tent door. The golden and crimson light of the setting sun shone through the open tent curtain.

The person at the head was a young and handsome sixteen or seventeen-year-old man with the typical silver hair of the Targaryen family. His eyes were purple in the twilight, but compared to Viserys and Daenerys, his eyes were purple. Slightly lighter and more bluish. He has a slender figure and a somewhat feminine temperament. From Barristan's perspective, he looks a bit like Rhaegar, but if you look closely, apart from a slight resemblance in temperament to Prince Rhaegar's melancholy, there is actually no similarity in appearance.

Behind the young man are the elderly Jon and a woman dressed as a nun.

The woman was wearing the pure white robe of a nun, with a belt woven from colorful silk threads around her waist. Her brown hair was exposed from the nun's hood, and her purple eyes were shining in the twilight.

A pair of unforgettable purple eyes. From the moment he first saw them, Barristan would remember those eyes for the rest of his life. Many years later, Ser Barristan once thought that she was dead. Her voice and smile kept lingering in his mind. He could see her as long as he closed his eyes: her long black hair draped over her shoulders, and her purple eyes that made people linger.

Now that shadow overlaps with that of a woman wearing a nun's white robe.

She is still alive. Knowing this was contentment for the old knight. The brooding past events were suddenly let go.

The old knight couldn't help but smile.

He is a knight of the Kingsguard and has sworn never to marry. And now she is a nun, consecrating herself to the gods.

Just stay silent.

The old knight didn't pay any more attention to her. He just said like a business-minded knight: "You must be the 'Prince Aegon'? And you, Sister, are you Lady Ashara Dayne?"

"Yes." Aegon responded eagerly, "I am Rhaegar's son, Aegon Targaryen. Hello, Ser Barristan."

The nun smiled at him and nodded gracefully: "Sir, I am Ashara Dayne, hello."

The old knight nodded slightly: "Please follow me, His Majesty the King is waiting for you in the back tent."

Walking through the neat and orderly tents of the military camp.

They led the way down to the central camp in Barristan. On a long pole stood the largest Targaryen black and red dragon flag inlaid with gold. The evening breeze blew gently, and the flag flapped against the flagpole. In front of the camp, well-armed guards with bright armor patrolled with spears, checking every way in.

Barristan stopped in front of the Chinese army's tent, turned around and spoke to the three people behind him. He first pointed to the road outside the Chinese army's tent: "Go around here and see the back tent where His Majesty is. His Majesty the King and His Royal Highness the Princess. I'll wait for you there." As he spoke, he looked at the young man with silver hair and purple eyes, and pointed at the closed Chinese army tent. "Your Majesty said there is a test inside. If you want to try it, you can go in and try it. , if you can succeed, it may prove that you are a Targaryen."

Before little Aegon spoke, Jon asked cautiously: "What's inside?"

The Chinese army's tent is not an easy place to enter, especially since the flag representing the king is hung here.

Barristan didn't lie about it: "It's His Majesty's three dragons and a little dragon named Nightfire."

"What? How is that possible?" The young man who called himself Aegon asked in surprise, "The three dragons are so big, how could they be inside?" The Chinese army's tent was big enough, but it obviously couldn't hold such a big dragon.

Barristan said solemnly: "Your Majesty's dragon knows magic and has magical power. It can grow bigger and smaller. He is inside. This 'Prince Aegon', your Majesty said, this is not a public occasion. It’s just a private invitation, you can choose to go or not.”

Little Aegon looked solemnly at the closed door of the Chinese army's tent and swallowed his saliva. When he heard what Barristan said, he seemed to be able to feel the dragon inside waiting quietly.

Seeing that little Aegon wanted to go in, Jon Clinton said anxiously: "Your Highness, a dragon can only have one driver. Once the dragon recognizes its driver, it will not let anyone else ride on it! And there are two Dragon, it’s too dangerous!”

Barristan explained: "This is not to train the dragon, Sir Clinton. It is just to verify whether the dragon recognizes his bloodline. Your Majesty's dragon, Guli Oak, has devoured enough flames in Dragon Mountain. Now he is not hungry, and he is ancient." Li Oke only eats the flames of volcanoes, not meat or humans. But you may be slapped out by him. I have to remind you in advance that the wind of Gu Li Oke's wings is very strong. As for Xiaolong Yehuo, That's Her Majesty Daenerys' dragon. He's very gentle. As long as you don't have any ill intentions, he won't hurt anyone. If you can't, just run out."

Little Aegon took a deep breath, turned back to look solemnly at his adoptive father Jon, and nodded to him.

Jon looked at the boy he once called his son. The road ahead was full of dangers, and he understood that they had waited so long and paid so much. Maybe all it took for the boy to step into the tent was to stop the bells that rang loudly in his dreams every time he closed his eyes. The old man also nodded solemnly.

Aegon turned back to Barristan and said, "I want to go in and try."

Barristan was not surprised by his choice. He admired his courage and stepped aside to get out of the way of the tent.

The young man who thought he was Rhaegar's son stepped forward, grabbed the tent doors, and pulled them open a crack. A wave of heat swept through, filled with the smell of heat, ashes, and fire. There was darkness on the other side of the door, a gloomy darkness that felt alive, spreading a menacing aura, roaring at him hungrily.

But there was no sound. Just a wave of heat.

At the door, he could already sense something in the darkness, sitting and waiting.

He was Aegon Targaryen, son of Rhaegar, and he thought this method of verification was reasonable and reasonable.

Why would King Viserys let a dragon verify his identity? It was to prove that he was a true Targaryen.

He walked through the door.

The sun had set, and there was no light in the central tent, and the walls, floor and ceiling absorbed the light. As he walked into the tent, the curtains at the door fell, and the inside was instantly dark.

The three-headed one was called Gurry Ork, and the young one was called Nightfire, he reminded himself.

Use their names, command them, speak to them calmly, and be firm. Control their emotions. He must not be afraid. He was a Targaryen, too, and he could get along with dragons.

The most important thing was to show fearlessness. Animals could smell fear, and as for dragons...what did he know about dragons?

The boy who called himself the son of Rhaegar moved forward slowly. A cluster of flames appeared on the king's high throne in the middle of the tent, illuminating an area. Under the flames was a huge single eye, a dragon head.

The air instantly became hotter. He began to sweat.

The huge dragon eye stared at him, and then, on both sides of the dragon eye, the other two single eyes opened.

Amber gold, they were, brighter than the polished shield, as if glowing with their own heat.

The dragon head under the horns of flames shone with a red luster. He saw the dragon open the mouth of the middle head. Behind a row of sharp teeth, he glimpsed the light of the furnace. The flash of this fire was a hundred times brighter than all the flames he had seen. The dragon's head was larger than the horse's head. Three long snake necks slowly rose, and three eyes rose in front of him. The black shadow sat up, like some huge black beast unfolded, and three dragon eyes looked down at him ferociously from high above.

He felt that his legs could no longer move, as if they were rooted under his feet.

Three heads, he thought. "Guliouk," he tried to shout out the name, but the sound was stuck in his throat, and a sudden hoarse voice came out, "Guliouk." He spoke again with a hoarse voice, Gods above, he remembered the dragon's name.

Warrior, please give me courage, he prayed.

Suddenly, he smelled the smell of sulfur and burnt meat coming from the side and back.

He turned his head, and two glowing golden eyes were staring down at him.

When?

He found that his calves were shaking involuntarily, and his hands and feet were cold.

The little dragon that had approached behind him at some point approached with a hot breath, but had a look that made him feel cold.

The little dragon was not small, and it was taller than him when it stood up. The dragon's throat was making a buzzing sound that made him shudder.

The young man who claimed to be the son of Rhaegar raised his head. He shouted in his heart, shout out the little dragon's name, quickly!

"Nightfire." He shouted, but the sound had been distorted.

The dragon's entire body gradually emerged, with its neck and tail, black and red scales, and two small horns protruding from its head. Its eyes burned in the darkness like a lake of molten gold.

The dragon's wings creaked and stretched out, flames accumulated between its jaws, and a whirlwind of orange and yellow fire was ready to go behind its sharp black teeth.

In half a heartbeat, all thoughts and ideas fled from the mind of the young man who called himself Aegon.

He heard the whistling of the wind.

Then a gust of hot wind instantly wrapped around his body, and he instinctively stretched out his arms across his face to protect his eyes and head from the furnace smoke.

The fierce wind blew him up. The wind was so strong that it directly rolled up his stiff legs and feet, rolled up his entire body, made him lose his center of gravity, and was blown out of the tent without any ability to resist.

It was not until he fell to the mud outside the tent door and was dizzy that he remembered how to scream.

There was no doubt that he failed this test.