Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 168 A sudden change occurs
I don’t know since when, the sky was covered with dark clouds, as if a heavy rain would fall at any time.

To show his majesty, the Sea King built his palace on a high arched platform made entirely of stone. It was built on a low hill, and several high towers guarded the palace. The Sea King's Palace overlooked the entire city and port from a high position.

Not far north of the palace is the Purple Harbor of Braavos, one of the largest port terminals in the world.

Below the palace, half is a canal and half is a town. The end of the sweet water canal is the tall square tower here.

Now, as Viserys stood in one of the palace's towers, talking to the Sea King, he exchanged witticisms.

Every word could be clearly heard by the citizens of His Majesty the Sea King. The houses on the ground near the Sea King's Palace were all inhabited by princes and nobles. Following Viserys's words, some people began to quietly flee the mansions, staying away from the area where the Sea King's Palace was located as if avoiding the plague.

The eyes of the entire city are now focused on the palace that once represented the majesty of the Sea King, and on the hill-like three-headed dragon.

The conversations there will determine the life or death of this city.

The order to blockade the city's ports has been issued from Neptune's Palace.

Viserys had already seen purple-hulled ships representing the Sea King heading to Purple Harbor, Ragmonger's Wharf, and Checkered Wharf to announce the news.

As the purple-hulled ship spread the news, all activities in the port gradually came to a halt.

An hour later, the congested port of this bustling water city had fallen completely silent.

Viserys could see the sea king's fleet anchored in the great dockyard known as the Arsenal. The Arsenal was at the entrance to the Great Lagoon, just behind the Titans of Braavos. It was built on a fist-shaped sea reef, its top rock crenel densely packed with trebuchets, ballistae, and flamethrowers. It was said that the Arsenal's shipyards could build a warship in a day.

Dozens of large sailing ships were anchored in the arsenal's dock, and along its coast there were countless docks, sheds and docks where even more ships were moored.

The city's defense fleet was stationed there. Viserys could easily scan and count the fleet anchored there now, which was only about ninety ships, while the fleet under the Sea King was rumored to be a fleet of up to 90 ships.

The city's defense fleet was briefly disturbed by Viserys's appearance, but the canals leading into the city were already choked with merchant ships, and they were unable to provide relief if something undesirable happened.

Only the royal frigate consisting of twelve purple-hulled ships at the dock below the Sea King's Palace, which symbolizes the Sea King's authority, might be able to launch a symbolic counterattack.

A green-clad official came cautiously to report to Aquaman.

The old sea king endured the discomfort caused by the disease and asked loudly: "Your Majesty Viserys, the Patriarch of the House of Black and White has arrived. Do you want to summon him here?"

Viserys remained standing in the tower. "Send him forth."

The Palace of Neptune is to the east of the Long Canal, and to the north of the Palace of Truth and the Sweet Water Canal. The Island of Gods is separated from here by the canal, the Long Canal, and several streets.

It would take a lot of time for the people sent from here to reach the Island of Gods. By the time they find the people in the ruins of the Black and White House and bring them back, a long time will have passed.

The old Sea King and Viserys have been confronting each other here for an hour, just like Tang Monk fighting in Chechi Kingdom.

As the green-clothed official walked quickly into the palace, a hunchbacked old man in a black and white hooded robe was brought out by the official with a pale face and loose feet.

"I am an unknown person, honored to meet His Majesty King Viserys." The old man walked to the platform where the old Sea King was, walked down a step, and saluted respectfully to Viserys.

"Oh, you really are the one who does shady things. Are you afraid to see me in person?"

The old man lifted his hood, revealing a disturbing face. His face was only rotten skin and yellowed skull, like a person who had been dead for a long time. His eye sockets were empty, without eyes, and maggots were moving in and out of his eye sockets.

Viserys snorted coldly: "It seems that the House of Black and White has no sincerity and sent a dead man to see me?"

As Viserys snorted, the yellowed skull on the man's face melted like a candle, transforming into the kindest old man's face Viserys had ever seen in his life.

Viserys was surprised. He could not sense any anger, fear, or anxiety on this face. Only kindness and peace. Viserys actually felt that the other party had no hostility.

But Viserys knew very well that if the other party could do so, they would kill him without hesitation.

"Your Majesty Viserys, you came to me to ask about the assassination of the Faceless Man, right?" The old man with a kind and peaceful face began to speak, "I'm sorry that I couldn't bring you the gift of the Thousand-Faced God."

"Cough cough cough" the old sea king kept coughing.

"Regret?" Viserys was amused. "Gift?"

"Your Majesty, please believe that the House of Black and White and the Faceless Men have no ill will towards you. All mortals must die, and all mortals must serve. Death is the liberation granted by the Thousand-Faced God. The nameless are just tools of God. We are just servants of God, following the will of the Thousand-Faced God and sending you gifts on His behalf. We are His swords, His tools, and His servants." His face changed, looking serious and pious. "Giving gifts to those chosen by God is exactly what we are supposed to do."

Viserys said coldly, "If you cannot make the decision, then let someone who can make the decision come to talk to me, or call your gods to talk to me. Tool."

The old sea king covered his face helplessly, with wrinkles on his face twisted into a ball: "Here, Your Excellency the Priest, please consider carefully what you are saying."

His kind face returned to normal. "Your Majesty, God's will cannot be changed. I am a pastor who sincerely serves the Thousand-Faced God. I must obey the will of God. Please understand."

Viserys narrowed his eyes. "So, you're saying you'll continue trying to kill me?"

"The Thousand-Faced God has decided to give you a gift, and his faithful followers will carry out his thoughts."

The old Sea King said anxiously, "Your Excellency the Patriarch, I heard that you are collecting donations to carry out this activity. What level of donations can make you so determined? This is unreasonable, right? Can't the Thousand-Faced God make an exception for the Dragon King?"

After a long silence, the kind man solemnly told Viserys, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I'm just a small tool of the gods."

As he spoke, the patriarch pulled out an icy dagger from his bosom.

Seeing this change, Quirrell, the chief swordsman under the Sea King, drew his sword in fear and shouted, "What do you want to do!"

"We dedicate, we obey, we serve." But the patriarch did not stab the sea king or anyone else with the dagger. Instead, he stabbed his own heart. "Please, Thousand-Faced God, bring your great power to this world and grant liberation to the people you choose. All mortals must die, and all mortals must serve - uh ah."

As we watched, the patriarch pierced his own heart with a sword at an extremely fast speed, and then pulled out the dagger with incomparable cruelty.

He fell down.

His blood did not gush out from his heart like a normal person's. Instead, it strangely flowed out from the wounds on his body like cold clots, emitting an unsettling chill.

The sudden changes in the field made Viserys feel extremely uneasy.

The old sea king and his chief swordsman looked at each other, and saw uneasiness and panic in each other's expressions.

A cold wind suddenly blew.

The temperature in the air seemed to drop by more than ten degrees in an instant, and we suddenly entered winter from autumn.

The dark clouds in the sky of Braavos began to visibly roll over the city.

Something strange is happening.

Chief Swordsman Quarrel Valentine walked forward uneasily and turned over the body of the Faceless Patriarch who had committed suicide in front of the two kings with his long sword: "His blood is blue!"

It was visible to the naked eye that when his sword touched the corpse of the Faceless Patriarch, a layer of white frost instantly condensed: "My sword!" The chief swordsman stepped back and looked at the sword in his hand in surprise.

Finally, he could no longer endure the cold wind that was sweeping over him. The chief swordsman's hands had turned blue with cold, forcing him to drop the sword in his hand.

It landed with a clang.

Not even Viserys expected things to develop to this point.

As I watched, a chilling chill was emanating from the wound in the body's heart.

Viserys suddenly thought of someone.

Fremi.

The priestess who was blessed with fire by the Lord of Light had a flame from R'hllor, the Lord of Light, in her body!

The priest had wanted Viserys to pierce her body so that Viserys could receive the fire blessed by the Lord of Light!
She is a priestess of the Lord of Light.

And this Patriarch of the Faceless Men is the Patriarch of the "Poisoners of Alien Gods" as she calls them!

So this power represents the God of Cold!
"Dracarys!"

Not allowing Viserys to stand by and watch any longer, he condensed a ray of flame from his mouth and sprayed it at the strange corpse.

The flames were like pillars, instantly engulfing the strange, chilling corpse.

However, after the corpse was engulfed by flames, a beam of ice-blue light suddenly burst out and pointed directly at the dark clouds in the sky.

The weather suddenly became colder.

"."Viserys realized that things were getting out of control.

"It's so cold!"

"what's the situation!"

"The sea is frozen!"

"what is that!"

"Another dragon!"

The strange ice-blue light beams gathered the dark clouds in the sky into a black vortex.

A ferocious, huge, black ice dragon head that seemed to be condensed from frost poked out from the vortex of dark clouds. The dragon head was as transparent as crystal, and its eyes emitted a faint blue light.

Legend has it that above the icy plains of the Shivering Sea and the White Waste roams a legendary dragon, the Ice Dragon.

According to eyewitnesses, the size of ice dragons is much larger than the dragons of Valyria. Their bodies are covered with frost, their eyes are light blue crystals, and they wave their huge translucent wings and spit out cold air, which can freeze everything in an instant.

The ice dragon is a species whose existence has never been confirmed, as no one has ever found its skeleton or remains.

According to legend, that's because an ice dragon melts when it dies, leaving no remains.

Now, Viserys knew that the ice dragon had never really existed.

Because the ice dragon is not a creature, but a frost magic displayed through a structure of a large amount of ice magic.

Ice dragon is living ice!
This is a trap!

A trap set by the God of Cold!
Viserys flapped his wings and soared into the air.

The huge ice dragon head made of living ice looked at Viserys, and its two huge blue eyes seemed to be aiming.

The dragon head was enormous, and was located at the center of the vortex of dark clouds in the entire sky. The head alone was one-third the size of Viserys' body.

Viserys flew straight up into the sky, accelerating rapidly, creating a howling gust of wind, and was about to get away from the vortex of dark clouds, but the ice dragon began to exhale, spewing out a breath of icy cold.

A large breath of biting cold air spewed out from the mouth of the ice dragon high in the sky, chasing after Viserys's dragon body at an extremely fast speed.

The breath covered an extremely large area and carried a terrifying chill, as if the sky was falling.

Viserys accelerated again in the air and dodged it. The frost fell far to the sea surface of Braavos, freezing a large area of ​​the sea into a dense ice. Countless ice-blue spikes condensed from the frozen sea surface.

The cold was biting.

"what!"

"what--"

"Run away!"

Screams rang out in the streets and alleys of Braavos, on land and sea.

There seemed to be some kind of disturbance going on in the town.

It started snowing, and cold snowflakes gradually fell from the sky.

Neptune's Palace Square.

The old Poseidon stared blankly at the terrifying head of the ice dragon emerging from the vortex of dark clouds in the sky. He helplessly looked at the three-headed dragon flying high into the sky and was completely speechless.

His heart was shaking, his whole body was cold, his face was pale and bloodless.

His bodyguard swordsman reacted. Although his hands and feet were cold and he was shaking uncontrollably, he still remembered his duty: "Quick, protect His Majesty the Sea King and retreat to the Sea King's Palace!"

air.

Viserys flew as fast as he could to get outside the vortex of dark clouds and break through the cloud layer.

The ice dragon seemed to have never expected Viserys to be so fast and so swift.

No dragon native to this world had ever before been able to reach the speed of Viserys.

As they rose above the clouds, Viserys could easily see that the dragon had not yet formed its full body. It was just a huge, living head of ice, in a vortex of dark clouds that had been condensed by some magical ritual.

Viserys began to fight back.

To deal with such a huge and dangerous thing, Viserys did not hesitate to mobilize his magic power to condense several fireballs in his mouth and rushed straight to the ice dragon's head.

Viserys's fireball magic has a longer range than flame ray, and is suitable for long-range dealing with enemies that have never been encountered before and whose moves are unknown.

It’s just that the fireball is launched slower than the flame ray.

At this moment, if someone looked up in Braavos, they could easily see several huge red flames suddenly lit up in the dark clouds and headed straight for the center of the vortex.

Roar!
The ice dragon let out a terrifying roar, and frost breath spewed out of its mouth again, sweeping past Viserys' fireball attack and heading straight for where Viserys was.

The fireball and frost breath collided in the sky, the flames and ice touched in the air, the two terrifying forces reacted violently, and bursts of water vapor and mist erupted instantly.

After all, Viserys was faster. He spit out a dozen fireballs around the ice dragon. The ice dragon's reaction was not as fast as his, and it could only use its breath to catch an angle area of ​​about 160 degrees in front of it.

And Viserys had already circled around to the back of the dragon's head.

Four or five fireballs hit the ice dragon's head.

Balls of white steam burst out instantly.

Viserys continued to move forward, circling the white steam and spewing fireballs towards the ice dragon.

Countless steam burst out in the center of the vortex of dark clouds.

The dark clouds seemed to have grown thicker in a short period of time.

In the sky of Braavos, the snow was falling, and after Viserys's attack, it turned into sleet with a mixture of rain and snowflakes.

Several more fireballs flew into the cloud of steam, and Viserys quickly distanced himself.

Fly higher and farther, away from the steam, and then observe the situation inside the steam cloud in a circling posture.

The mist of water vapor remained condensed and lingered, and Viserys was worried that the ice dragon must have another trick up his sleeve.

He flapped his wings in the sky, and stirred up several fierce gusts of wind, blowing towards the steam and mist.

Viserys always kept his distance from that place, and the wind from his wings was much weaker when it reached there, but it still gradually blew away most of the clouds condensed from water vapor.

The ice dragon's head was visibly seriously damaged. Steam was emitting from half of the black ice head, and the movement of constructing the dragon's body had also stopped.

But it is recovering.

The strange vortex of dark clouds condensed water vapor, and frost covered the Ice Dragon's skull, repairing the damaged head at a terrifying speed.

Viserys was shocked and quickly spit out a few more fireballs.

Seeing that the fireballs spewed out from all angles hit the head of the black ice dragon, and the dragon did not spit out breath to fight back, Viserys felt relieved.

He has discovered that perhaps the magic ice dragon has not yet condensed its entire body, and it cannot leave the vortex of dark clouds.

And now, damaged by Viserys's fireball, he seemed unable to fight back.

But the black ice dragon head was huge, and Viserys' fireballs were extremely inefficient in melting the black ice.

Since it couldn't move, Viserys had a plan.

Viserys flapped his wings and flew high into the sky.

Until the position is much higher than the clouds where the ice dragon is.

He began to mobilize the tremendous magic power in his body, and the magic flames began to accumulate like a whirlpool under the stimulation of the magic organs in his middle head.

A huge fireball took shape high in the sky.

The ball of fire was even larger than Viserys himself.

It was as if a second blazing sun appeared in the sky.

Even through the thick layer of dark clouds.

Anyone who looked up in Braavos at this moment could see a huge red light bursting out from the dark clouds, as if flames were burning above the clouds.

Like a miracle.

Under the gaze of the ice dragon's head with an unknown expression, the huge fireball condensed by Viserys began to descend.

Like the sun falling.

Not long after.

The huge flaming fireball smashed into the vortex of dark clouds where the ice dragon was. The fireball landed right on the ice dragon's head. In an instant, astonishing flames exploded on the dark clouds.

Countless steam burst out suddenly, and several hot flames burst out and pierced through the dark clouds, as if several sharp swords made of flames pierced through the clouds.

There wasn't even a rumbling sound, just two forces constantly intertwining and eroding each other in contact.

Several huge white air currents appeared and rose high into the sky. Viserys flapped his wings to dodge.

The flames of the huge fireball were still erupting, and the entire cloud layer seemed to be burning with blazing flames under the red light of the fireball. A scorching gale erupted from the center of the vortex and spread to the surroundings. The strong wind pressure shock wave seemed to completely destroy the vortex.

There was a huge hole in the sky briefly.

The sun was shining through the hole.

It happened to land on the Island of Gods.

It's like a miracle from God.

But it’s far from over.

Viserys discovered that when the power of his fireball had completely dissipated, the dark clouds in the sky began to gather again and slowly rotate.

It seems that it won't be long before they gather together again to form a huge vortex.

Viserys realized that the ritual magic that caused the mutation was still going on!

He only temporarily destroyed the product of ritual magic, if he couldn't get rid of the source of the magic, it would take who knows how many times this thing would condense.

He had consumed a lot of his magic power just to deal with the dragon head, almost one tenth of it.

If the ice dragon's head condensed a few more times, Viserys would probably have to run away in shame due to insufficient magic power storage.

Viserys didn't dare to bet that once the ice dragon, constructed using the Cold God's ritual magic, took shape, it would not hunt him to the ends of the earth.

With this in mind, no matter how reluctant Viserys was, he had to find a way to get rid of the source of the magic ritual.

And wait until Viserys re-entered the sky above the city of Braavos from the clouds.

Viserys then discovered that the changes were not only happening in the sky, but also in the city.

A zombie siege broke out in Braavos.

Countless faceless corpses with glowing blue eyes turned into wights and were swarming out of the destroyed temple of the Thousand-Faced God on the Isle of Braavos.

The zombies walked across the frozen canals and sea, scattering in all directions of the city.

For a moment, Viserys felt his scalp tingling.

(End of this chapter)