"Your Majesty, how your people love you!"

On the highest step, Sitzdala shouted with an exaggerated expression.

At the same time, he held out a hand and motioned for Daenerys to come up and take it.

Daenerys stopped still, just looked at him quietly, her violet eyes flashing with a cold gaze.

This look made Sitzdala's heart tighten, and the smile on his face gradually froze.

He cried out again, but saw that the queen still did not move.

The Green Saintess also realized that something was wrong, and she exchanged a covert glance with a red-robed Saint beside her, and then the two of them walked down the steps at the same time, ready to greet the Queen.

At the bottom of the steps, Sir Barristan and Sir Jorah looked at each other and climbed upwards at the same time.

Sitzdala said something more, but was drowned out by the crowd's cheers.

The Unsullied began to act, countless blue-black helmets drawing closer to the steps, spikes glistening with a chilling glow in the scorching sun.

The Green Saint's face changed dramatically, and she let out a roar of rage.

The Meereen nobles on the steps began to stir.

Sitzdala turned her head sharply and was about to speak.

A shadow swept over his face.

The commotion and shouting ceased, and all voices fell silent.

Everyone's eyes were looking at the sky almost at the same time.

Daenerys also raised her head, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, why is it not a white dragon but a black dragon?

But the next moment, her heart was filled with joy.

It's Drogen!

It's back!

The black dragon hovered over the temple, covered in black scales, except for the blood-red eyes, horns, and back.

Of Daenerys' three dragons, it was the largest, and its recent time in the wild had made it even more powerful, with its black jade wings spread out to a full thirty feet.

The Green Saint froze in place, her heart pounding, and before she could figure out whether or not to continue with her original assassination plan, she saw another even greater shadow loom over her, almost covering the entire temple.

Caesar!

And his white dragon!

If the appearance of Zogen caused a commotion, then the appearance of Cleopatra caused panic.

The white dragon came first, quickly passing over the crowd, and the sound of flapping its wings was like a thunderbolt.

The scorching warm wind blew people toast.

Sitzdala crawled backwards, and the Meereen nobles scattered around him, revealing a spear-wielding armor-clad soldier with a harpy mask hidden behind.

Seeing them, Daenerys immediately realized that this group of Meereen nobles was actually planning to kill her at the wedding!

But in front of the dragon, such a soldier can't make any waves.

Sure enough, as a black and red flame erupted from Cleopatra's mouth, a line of fire slashed through the air, instantly engulfing the Meereen nobles on the top of the stairs and the soldiers behind them.

Screams and shouts rang out.

Daenerys felt the heat in her face as she watched the burning man Sitzdala, the slave owner who was about to marry her, and burst out laughing.

"O gods!" The Green Saint slumped on the steps and wailed, "Save your people! ”

She shouted in the direction of the Temple of Grace, as if there really was a god inside.

The nobles ran frantically, screaming and shoving, trying to escape the hellish fire, and many tripped over the cumbersome tocas robes.

If you are smarter, you also know how to take off your toca robes, lose your dignity and noble manners, just to stay away from the white death that fell from the sky.

The crowd outside the temple also began to boil, screams, cheers, and curses mixed together.

The Unsullied surrounded the temple, spears and shields in hand, and the nobles who ran down the steps mercilessly began to slaughter.

The white dragon landed heavily on the top of the steps, and its huge body shook the entire temple, cracks all over the surface of the stone steps, and the foundation of the temple seemed to be crumbling.

The black dragon also landed, but it seemed to be hungry, and actually reached into the charred corpses with its claws and began to eat.

"No!" Daenerys lashed.

"O gods!" The Green Saint spat out, "It's eating people!" ”

The screams around them suddenly rose to a high pitch.

A soldier wearing a harpy mask rushed out of the flames, spear in hand, and rushed towards the black dragon Drogon.

Perhaps he had heard the name of the girl who had died under the dragon's fire, or perhaps he had realized that he would not be able to escape from the Temple of Grace, so he wanted to fight before he died, and if he succeeded in slaying the dragon, he would be remembered for eternity.

Compared to the large and intimidating white dragon, the black dragon seems to be a little easier to slaughter......

I saw that the Meereen soldier raised the red veil under his feet and rushed towards Zhuo Geng at a very fast speed.

He was greeted by a blazing black and red flame.

But his actions seemed to resonate, and three or four more soldiers rushed up with spears in hand, trying to fight to the death.

Zhuo Geng raised his wings and flapped two of them, and then flicked his tail to sweep down one, but the fourth man took the opportunity to climb onto the dragon's spine and pierce the tip of the iron spear into the back of the dragon's neck.

Daenerys and Drogen's screams at the same time.

Fortunately, protected by scales, the spear was jammed and didn't penetrate deep into the flesh, but Drogen's body still arched and let out an angry roar.

Its long neck bent back, biting down on the Meereen warrior on its back.

"No—" The Dragon Slayer Warrior only had time to roar before the top half of his body was unscrewed off by Drogen, and thrown away like a mouse.

"Kill it! Kill it! The Green Saint screamed madly.

The white dragon Cleopatra had already turned his head and spewed out a raging flame, drowning several of the fish that had slipped through the net.

The black dragon Zhuo Geng became more and more frenzied, his huge wings fully spread, constantly flapping, and raising puffs of smoke and dust.

Daenerys felt its pain and rushed over.

But Ser Jorah, who had arrived, grabbed her by the arm: "Don't go! Your Majesty! ”

Sir Barristan also stood in front of Daenerys: "Your Majesty, this dragon is too dangerous! ”

Daenerys subconsciously went to see Samwell.

The man stood proudly on the back of the white dragon, and he also happened to turn his head.

Looking at each other, Samwell shouted:

"Don't be afraid of Dani! You are a true dragon bloodline, a natural dragon knight! Show your courage and conquer this dragon! ”

When Daenerys heard this, she immediately broke free from Sir Jorah's hand, pushed away Sir Barristan who was in front of her, and strode towards the black dragon.

Flames flowed down the steps and burned her sandals.

But Daenerys didn't stop walking, but ran faster.

The flames licked the soles of her pink feet, and ignited the courage in her heart.

The world in front of me seemed to slow down suddenly.

The dragon slayer warrior's spear was still on Drogon's back, swaying as the dragon's wings flapped, and hot smoke rose from the wound.

"Drogon!" Daenerys shouted, "Drogon! Look at me! ”

It turned its head, smoke billowing between its teeth, and a scarlet flame brewed deep in its throat, as if it was about to erupt.

"No!" Daenerys stumbled up to Drogon, her petite body seemed to contain a huge amount of energy, "Don't you know me?" ”

The black dragon poked his head down, his huge mouth almost touching Daenerys' head.

The hot breath blew the red veil off her face, and Daenerys could see her reflection in Drogon's lava-like eyes.

So small, so fragile, so fearful......

No! I can't let it see my fears!

Daenerys looked directly into the eyes of the black dragon and scolded angrily:

"Zhuo Geng, get down!"

The black dragon roared again, and the blazing air nearly swept Daenerys away.

Samwell frowned, and was about to go to help, only to see Daenerys reach out and slap the dragon's belly.

"No!" She reprimanded, "Drogon! Get down! ”

The black dragon's wings flapped again, once, twice...... Then he folded and prostrate on the ground.

Daenerys' heartbeat finally eased a little, and she jumped on the dragon's back, grabbed the spear and pulled it out.

The tip of the spear had melted, glowing a scorching red.

A few drops of black blood flowed from the wound and fell on the stone steps to turn into smoke.

Dragons are flesh and blood made of fire, Daenerys suddenly remembered this.

Me too. She looked up at Samwell, who gave her a thumbs up and an appreciative smile.

Daenerys laughed too.

Zhuo Geng flapped his black wings, and the colorful stone steps were abruptly thrown at his feet.

Daenerys felt only a moment of dizziness, and couldn't help but close her eyes and hug the dragon's neck.

When she opened her eyes again and looked down through the smoke, she saw that the Temple of Grace had become a sea of fire.

The nobles of Meereen were either consumed by the flames or died by the sword of the Unsullied, who was waiting for them.

Countless Meereen freedfolk scattered in all directions, like ants.

The sea of fire was still spreading, orange and red intertwined with scorched black, and a huge white figure suddenly rose into the sky, and soon came to Drogon's side, alongside it.

Samwell sat on the back of the white dragon and shouted at her:

"How does it feel to ride a dragon?"

"Awesome!" Daenerys laughed in response, "It's like trampling the world under your feet!" ”

As she spoke, she unfastened her toca robe and threw it into the air.

The wind in the air pressed the thin gauze tightly against her, revealing her delicate curves.

The long silver and gold hair was raised back, and the whole world seemed to be reflected in the violet eyes.

Samwell looked at the beautiful girl like a flame elf in front of him, and was about to say something, when he suddenly heard a rapid horn sound.

He immediately looked down, and saw a dense army appear at the same time outside the four gates of Meereen.

"The Yuankai people have attacked!" Daenerys exclaimed.

"Don't panic......" Samwell had barely said when he heard another low horn sound.

This horn was completely different from the previous ones, it seemed to come from the abyss of hell, and the terrifying sound drilled straight into people's ears, as if it wanted to set flesh and blood on fire.

Moreover, the white dragon and the black dragon suddenly became restless after hearing this horn.

Samwell was startled and turned his head sharply to look west.

On the surface of the ash sea, a fleet appeared.

A banner tattooed with a golden sea monster spreads its teeth and claws in the wind.

(End of chapter)