chapter 203 part 2
Jon suddenly felt a sharp pain. He looked down stiffly; a dagger was deeply plunged into his abdomen. Daenerys's shocked cry echoed in his ear.
Viserys's eyes were bloodshot, crisscrossed with dense, fine red lines: "I am the sole true dragon heir!"
*Shk! Shk! Shk! Shk! Shk! Shk!* The dagger in Viserys's hand repeatedly stabbed into Jon's abdomen, again and again. Fresh blood gushed from the wound.
*Thump!* Jon fell to the ground, pain assaulting him, and the young man from the North's consciousness gradually blurred.
Viserys left the dagger in the place of its final stab, then violently kicked Daenerys, who was trying to come over and stop him.
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Outside the tent, with a *whoosh*, Bronn and Jorah almost simultaneously drew their swords.
Bronn assumed a fighting stance, swept her eyes over the people surrounding them, and said, "How did they get here?"
Ser Jorah raised his sword, clenching the hilt tightly with both hands, and said, "They should be sellswords..."
At this point, Jorah's and Bronn's gazes clashed.
"Viserys?"
"Viserys!"
Ser Jorah's fingers loosened slightly, then he tightened his grip on the sword hilt again and said, "Leave the inside to Jon; we must hold this place."
Bronn licked her somewhat dry lips and said, "No problem, old knight!"
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Jon lay in a pool of blood, while Daenerys writhed on the ground, severe pain making her unable to move for the time being.
Viserys straightened up, the hand stained red still stroking his messy hair, and proudly lifted his chin.
Viserys's demeanor was like proclaiming victory: "My good sister, I told you not to try to awaken my sleeping dragon's fury!"
Daenerys's face was very pale, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat. Her voice trembled with immense pain: "Why... why..."
She seemed to have lost all her loved ones... Viserys brought Daenerys near-hopeless grief.
Viserys scornfully glanced at his opponent lying on the ground. He reached out and opened a delicate wooden box, which contained three fossilized dragon eggs.
"Do you think I will thank you for secretly sending this thing to me? My good sister."
"What do you take me for...? Your brother who sits subserviently beneath an opponent... obediently partaking a meal?!"
"Or perhaps... have you forgotten that I am your King? Or... do you harbor some unwarranted delusion?"
Viserys turned around and strode towards where Daenerys was.
As he walked, he said, "Daenerys, my good sister, when you accepted that usurper's bloodline, I had already sentenced you to death."
"You... mean to kill me?!"
Daenerys's demeanor was very calm; she was not at all surprised by Viserys's actions.
Daenerys felt her heart was already numb with pain. She gritted her teeth, her delicate body shaking, and struggled to get up.
Viserys remained standing. He watched his struggling opponent mockingly and slowly drew his magnificent sword.
Daenerys seemed to have forgotten her grief. She straightened up, her voice devoid of emotional fluctuation: "Viserys, my brother died a long time ago. I am very sure now."
Daenerys slowly walked towards the brazier inside the camp.
Viserys suddenly felt a tremor in his heart and shrieked, "What do you want to do?! Damn it, don't move, just die obediently!"
*Whoosh~~~* Daenerys reached out and grabbed the brazier. Her hands were smoking, but she seemed to feel no pain from the high temperature.
This anomaly did not attract Daenerys's attention. At this moment, she was tightly enveloped by the despair her brother had brought her.
A look of fear flashed in Viserys's eyes. He couldn't help but halt his moving footsteps.
Daenerys's gaze became gentle. She seemed to be looking through the current Viserys, seeing the Viserys of her childhood memories: "Brother, we will finally meet."
Daenerys picked up the brazier and fiercely threw the entire basin of embers towards Viserys. Before he could react, one by one, the embers ignited Viserys's hair and clothes, and then quickly ignited the surrounding flammable objects.
Amidst his screams, Viserys desperately extinguished the fire on his body, which was covered with obvious burn marks everywhere.
Viserys roared in anger. He bent down, picked up the sword he had thrown on the ground, and charged towards Daenerys.
The fire in the camp gradually rose. Daenerys watched Viserys charge towards her with his raised sword and murmured, "You said that true dragons do not fear flames. You lied to me."
After speaking, Daenerys closed her eyes and stood there, quietly waiting for death to come.
"Glyn... you will remember..."
"Princess!"
*Shk!*
A spray of fresh blood splattered onto Daenerys's cheek. Her heart's final farewell was interrupted.
"The clever Dik?!" Daenerys suddenly opened her eyes. She saw Viserys clutching his own neck, and Dik clutching a short sword. (Chapter 94).
Dik's whole body was trembling violently: "I... I... I killed the King..."
Viserys's neck was cut open by Dik's short sword. His hands instinctively covered the wound, trying to stop the fresh blood from gushing out... However, blood continuously flowed from between his fingers. He felt weaker and weaker, his legs unable to support him, and soon he collapsed directly into the pool of blood.
Dik finally regained some sense, but his body was still trembling continuously: "Princess, I will take you away!"
Daenerys's gaze slowly swept over Viserys and Jon, finally resting on her own hands.
The hands that had grabbed the brazier had no burn marks at all. Daenerys said softly, "Viserys didn't lie to me. True dragons do not fear flames. I am the true dragon."
Daenerys looked at the wooden box containing the dragon eggs and said, "Dik, I need flames."
Dik felt that Daenerys was very abnormal at this moment. He frantically cried out, "Princess, the fire is getting bigger! We must leave immediately!"
"I need more flames. Do as I say, clever Dik."
Dik cried out in despair, "If something happens to you, Lord Glyn will never forgive me."
"I will explain for you. This is your only chance."
"Yes!!!" Dik cried as he ran out.
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Glyn watched the raging fire burning fiercely. His eyes trembled... In the low eastern sky, a red comet appeared. Its long tail illuminated the entire night sky.
The blue-haired young guide suddenly sighed with regret, "It's really... a pity..."
Glyn's eyes flickered. He looked at the person next to him: "A pity for what?"
Before the blue-haired young man could speak, he said again, "A pity that I couldn't accompany you?"
After speaking, Glyn's hand grabbed the back of his neck.
"What are you doing?! You..."
"You said you were Young Griff, right?"
"Let go, ah~~~"
*Crunch!*
Beneath the bright night sky, a black shadow flew into the raging flames. The flames, like a furious giant dragon, devoured everything.
(end of chapter)