Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon

The three-headed dragon flew from the Isle of the Gods to the sky of Braavos again, and two more fireballs spit into the cumulus vortex in the sky, breaking up the strange clouds in the sky again.

Tear.

After breaking up the clouds again, the dragon flapped its wings and flew to the Sea King's Palace again.

Viserys placed an ugly steel container made temporarily not far from the door of the Sea King's Palace Square, and returned to the high tower to stand again: "The Sea King of Braavos, the city rulers in the Sea King's Palace, come out and see the good things that your condoned Black and White House has done!"

Soon, an official who was wearing several layers of thick clothes trembled and walked out of the palace door, and his legs softened and fell at the door of the palace.

The official's teeth were trembling, his voice was hesitant, and he tried to ask loudly: "Your Majesty the Dragon King, what do you want?"

"Let the Sea King and the city manager come out. The changes in the city are all caused by the Black and White Court using the square thing," Viserys said loudly - the essence of sound is to vibrate the air. When you know its scientific principles, it is easier to make sounds with a demonized body than you think. How can magic be so inconvenient? "Let the people in your city deal with the disaster in your city and take responsibility for it!"

Viserys did not do it himself. He just flapped his wings to blow up the weird thing, played with it, and finally saw that it seemed to have run out of tricks, so he knocked it unconscious.

After the thing was knocked unconscious, the ice-blue flames on its body were all retracted into its cold body.

Seeing this, Viserys thought of the Red God's priest Fremi, and there was no idea of ​​doing it himself.

So he just took the thing out of the ground and put it in a temporary steel container made by melting and shaping the steel scraps in the ruins and cooling it in ice.

The magic ceremony is still going on.

The wights are still active in the city, and the clouds in the sky are still gathering.

So, Viserys needs a brave half-white walker killer from Braavos to kill this thing.

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty the Dragon King, I will inform you." The official climbed back to the palace with his hands and feet as if he had been pardoned.

While waiting, Viserys used the right side of his head to adjust the position of the puppet on his back. He suddenly wondered how long this disguise would last. But secrets are like this. As long as there is still one person who doesn't know the secret, there is still a need for disguise. Just like Ultraman's transformation, even if everyone around him guessed and knew the secret, there is still a reason not to announce it.

The flow of information in this world is unimaginably slow, and verifying the authenticity of a piece of news is even more difficult. The purpose of disguise is to confuse enemies like Melisandre. She was confused by this disguise before, and her killing moves were all on the puppet.

As long as there is a possible enemy in this world who doesn't know this secret, there will be people who will set their sights on the dragon rider when they are hostile to Viserys. Viserys thought that this was the meaning of his continued disguise.

Not long after, accompanied by a team of guards, a large number of people dressed as dignitaries came out of the Sea King's palace. They were all wearing thick clothes, pale, and full of fear and panic.

Viserys was surprised: "Where is His Majesty the Sea King?"

A middle-aged man with a pale face stood up and tried to answer calmly: "Your Majesty the Dragon King, let me apologize to you. His Majesty the Sea King is ill and is in a very bad condition. I am Tormo Frega, the current acting ruler of Braavos."

"It was fine just now." Viserys muttered, and then said, "Well, since you are the supervisor now, you should already know what happened in the city and what is happening in the clouds in the sky. These are all caused by the stuff in the iron container. Look at the good things that your condoned Black and White House has done!"

Acting ruler Tormo looked at the strange steel container in the square at the entrance of the palace. There was a layer of white frost on the iron product, and a faint pale thing was revealed inside.

The container was made very crudely. They could not see clearly what was inside from a distance.

They did not dare to approach.

It was cold. Even from a distance, they could feel the bone-chilling coldness of the thing.

It was an unbearable cold, so cold that these rich and powerful people who were dressed thickly felt like they were wearing nothing.

The intense coldness made these rich and powerful people shiver constantly. There were even some timid people who were so scared that they just wanted to pee in their pants, but the coldness froze their bladders tightly.

Their bodies were trembling, half of which was frightened by the sudden change and the dragon, and the other half was frozen by the cold.

Viserys soon discovered this. He said: "Let someone light torches around you, Lord Tormer, if you don't want to be frozen to death by the cold of that thing."

Tormer's teeth chattered, and he subconsciously asked: "Your Majesty the Dragon King, what is that?"

Viserys replied: "A half-human, half-ghost, a white walker!"

"White walker!"

"Oh my God!"

"Gods!"

"Guards, what are you doing, light torches quickly!"

"Ghost!"

"I caught this under your Black and White House in Braavos. You should be thankful. If you find it later, I have no doubt that the entire city of Braavos will be completely destroyed by this thing."

The guards brought torches, and the dignitaries finally felt less cold.

Tormer asked boldly: "Your Majesty the Dragon King, what should we do?"

"This is something that your Black and White House in Braavos did. I respect your internal affairs and will not interfere with your ideas. How do you say, 'freedom and tolerance'." Viserys replied.

With that said, Viserys looked at the sky, took off, and spit out two fireballs to scatter the clouds in the sky again.

"Ah, this" the dignitaries of Braavos looked at each other, and finally looked at Tormo.

The acting governor was at a loss for a while.

Viserys flew back and landed on the tower.

Tormo bit the bullet and said, "Can you please give me some advice, His Majesty the Dragon King, on how we should deal with this thing?"

Viserys replied: "I suggest you kill it, or do you plan to raise it?"

Tormo swallowed: ".Raise him?"

Viserys asked back: "Isn't there a brave person in the entire Braavos to pour that thing out and see what's going on?"

Tormo's scalp was about to explode and his face turned pale.

One of the guards was so excited that he stood up and said, "Your Majesty the Regent, please let me go!"

Thormo seemed to be pardoned and nodded quickly.

The guard was brave but not very bright. He came closer and could see that he was shivering from the cold. Then he turned back and said, "Torch."

Only then did someone hand him a torch.

The guard carefully approached the iron cage and used a wooden stick to turn over the poorly crafted container. Seeing a white object slipping out of the large hole in the steel cage, he panicked and kicked the steel container. Go down the stairs.

There was a clang.

What followed was a loud commotion among the powerful people of Braavos!

"By the gods!"

"Hell of blood!"

"White Walker!"

"White Walker child!"

"Oh my God!"

The dignitaries of Braavos finally saw clearly what the mass of things was. The crowd retreated in confusion, and took several steps back.

It was a pale baby.

A disturbing blue light flows within its body.

Dark, cold, and scary!

Some people screamed and cursed: "What on earth is the House of Black and White doing!"

"Everyone, the sound insulation effect of the Neptune Palace is good. Can't you hear the screams and wails of the city? I might as well tell you that the resurrected dead are maintained by this thing, and the dead are wreaking havoc in this city. Wait for one more heartbeat. , a few more citizens will die.”

The guard who overturned the steel container became excited: "Your Majesty the Regent, let me kill it!" He took out the dagger from his waist.

Tormo turned to look at the dragon on the tower, trying to get some hint from Viserys.

Viserys didn't speak, one dragon head was looking there intently, and the other two were observing the surroundings. If he was not careful, he would be ready to take off at any time.

Tormo swallowed, turned around, and replied to the guard: "Let's do it!"

When the guard heard the answer, he immediately stabbed the thing with his dagger.

"ah!"

However, when the dagger pierced the thing, a chill curled up along the dagger's head and wrapped around the guard's arm.

The baby woke up and let out a shrill scream. But soon, it fainted again.

Viserys knew it was because of the consumption of magic power. Previously underground, it confronted Viserys, and the magic consumed when it was knocked unconscious may have exceeded its limit.

The crowd commotioned again and retreated, covering their ears in pain.

As for the warrior, his hands lost all feeling in an instant, and even his armor was frozen with a thick layer of white frost.

The guard struggled to break away.

Letting out a sharp scream of pain.

His gauntlet and dagger were frozen to the thing, and the force he used to break away actually caused the clothes lining the gauntlet to shatter like ice cubes, exposing his hand.

The arm was bloodless, covered with a thick layer of frost, and the flesh and blood were like ice cubes, obviously necrotic.

His hands are useless.

As if recording an experiment, Viserys said in a calm tone: "It seems that ordinary weapons can't hurt that thing. Do you have any other weapons? Try using dragon steel weapons."

As soon as the crowd released their hands covering their ears, the painful cries of the guards and the cold tone of Viserys sounded in their ears at the same time.

The dignitaries of Braavos felt truly uneasy and frightened.

This Dragon King can be reasonable and willing to reason, but sometimes his behavior is so cruel and cold.

"Uh-huh! Give me the dragon steel weapon, I still have one hand!" The guard screamed in pain. He sucked in big mouthfuls of air, as if in a state of madness. He yelled, "I am Terry from Silt Town! I'm Terry from Silt Town! Let me kill it!"

The dignitaries looked in that direction in panic.

Terry from Silt Town shouted in great pain: "Bring me dragon steel weapons!"

"Warrior, use my weapon!" Someone threw a dragon steel dagger and it fell to the ground, making a crisp sound of steel hitting the ground.

Terry from Silt Town looked at the dragon steel dagger on the ground with a ferocious look on his face and red eyes.

What is this warrior thinking about right now?

No one knows.

"Terry from Silt Town!" Acting Consul Tormo suddenly responded loudly. He strode forward, gritted his teeth, endured the discomfort, picked up the dragon steel dagger from the ground, and handed it to the guard who was already looking crazy. He shouted, "You are the hero of Braavos!"

Terry from Silt Town threw away the torch in his left hand, looked deeply at the trembling acting governor with chattering teeth, and silently took the dagger in his hand: "I am Terry from Silt Town!" he shouted. , and then walked straight towards the ghost with trembling all over.

Maybe it was the pain and the burst of adrenaline that drove him crazy.

The guard roared, pounced on the ghost, and stabbed the dagger into the ghost's neck.

Hiss, hiss, hiss--

A sharp hissing sound that made one's scalp numb and want to cover one's ears came from the ghost. It began to melt like dew, and the ice-blue fluid, like blood, flowed out from the wound it was pierced, spreading to the guard.

In an instant, the strange ice-blue piercing cold flame climbed up the guard's body and began to burn.

"Uh--" A deformed sharp cry came out of the guard's mouth. He seemed to be in unimaginable torture, and the painful sound he made was no longer like a human voice.

But his painful cry soon stopped, as if it was completely frozen at a certain moment.

The body of the dead warrior began to dissolve with cold air under the burning of the cold flame.

In this situation, even Viserys couldn't make a sound.

Although the changes caused by killing this ghost were much smaller than Viserys imagined-he was prepared for the worst plan that the cold air would explode like a bomb the moment the ghost was killed, taking away the Sea King's Palace in one wave, and then he would quickly fly away from the scene.

I didn't expect that the mutation caused by killing the ghost would be so mild, not even as shocking as the suicide of the faceless patriarch, which caused the mutation in the sky. In Viserys's opinion, the ghost was killed, as if some kind of curse on it had climbed onto the body of the warrior who killed it, completely destroying him.

But Viserys was still glad that he didn't have the guts to kill the ghost himself. If the cold flame of the strange curse had climbed onto him, he wouldn't be sure that he would be safe and sound.

As the warrior died, the huge square was left with only the hissing sound of the ghost melting and the warrior's body dissolving, making disturbing noises.

Everyone stared at that direction with wide eyes in horror.

The ghost's body was gradually shrinking, becoming chaotic and blurred, and turning into a pool of liquid. In a few breaths, it was already possible to see tiny bones like milky white glass inside it, flashing a pale light, and then even the bones melted.

The warrior's body also collapsed under the terrifying cold flame. His clothes shattered like ice, and the ice and snow melted into a blue ash. His flesh and blood dissolved, revealing his white bones, and even his bones were burning and dissolving.

A pit was dissolved in the floor where the ghost and the warrior were, and a terrifying white frost spread out like spider silk, spreading around like tentacles, emitting a cold and chilly air. Just looking at it was creepy.

In a dozen heartbeats, the ghost and the warrior's body had disappeared, leaving only a swirling blue smoke, a pile of frosted and cracked steel with visible cracks, and a dragon steel dagger.

Viserys looked up at the sky, and the dark clouds above his head finally stopped rolling.

And the wights in the city seemed to have stopped moving.

Someone bravely approached to see the situation of the pile of remnants.

It was a guard, perhaps a friend of the Braavos warrior. He approached the remnants with a sad look.

He reached out and picked up a piece of remaining steel.

"Ah!"

The seemingly extinguished blue flame caught the daredevil off guard, and in just a moment it engulfed the daredevil. The disturbing inhuman screams resounded through the square again, and then quickly stopped.

The square instantly returned to a state of silence.

Another corpse began to melt and dissolve.

"Don't move."

Only then did Viserys speak again.

He saw the cracked steel left by the warrior, and when it was picked up by the daredevil, it emitted a ray of cold blue light.