Woowoo woo –

The terrible sound of the trumpet echoed over Meereen, loud and deadly, full of pain and fury, full of death and destruction.

This is a voice from hell, this is a curse from the gods.

All those who heard this voice couldn't help but cover their ears and let out a cry of pain.

But their voices were drowned out by the sound of trumpets.

Woo woo woo –

The sound of the trumpet continues, as if it will never stop until the world is destroyed.

Samwell opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was gagged in his throat.

He only felt that the flesh and blood all over his body were about to be ignited by the strange sound of the horn.

The usually docile white dragon Cleopatra suddenly became extremely manic, and it rolled, writhed, and roared in the air, trying to throw the dragon knight on its back.

He turned his head to look at the black dragon Zhuogen, and saw that it was in the same condition.

The sound of the horn seemed to control the dragon's mind.

Rumble!

The white dragon tumbled and smashed the spire of a pyramid, and the fine pieces of masonry flew and flew up, sending up smoke and dust that forced Samwell to close his eyes and purse his mouth.

The dizziness from the violent tumbling made him lightheaded, and his stomach was tumbling.

The white dragon swooped down and slammed into the ground.

Cobweb-like cracks spread out in all directions.

The Meereen people in the square fled like crazy.

Samwell struck the white dragon by the neck in a terrific attempt to draw its attention.

But Cleopatra was still frantic, and it opened and roared, sparkling with orange and charred flames.

"Cleopatra!" Samwell roared, but his voice couldn't come out.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth have been filled with the strange sound of the trumpet, and there is no room for a second voice.

Flames flowed and spread across the square, and countless people were swept through it, letting out a silent scream.

Samwell increased his strength and slammed his fist into the dragon's back.

The sturdy scale armor instantly dented a piece.

The white dragon let out a silent roar of pain, and then suddenly turned its long neck, and his blood-red eyes were just at Samwell.

Wisps of green smoke rose from the dragon's nose, and a blazing flame could be faintly seen brewing in the gaping mouth.

Samwell met the white dragon with fearlessness.

In the next second, his eyes rolled up suddenly, and his black pupils disappeared, replaced by pure white.

Shapeless!

Samwell has transformed into a falcon and the Stark Icewolf, but has never tried to invade the dragon's consciousness.

I'm afraid that none of the shapeshifters in all of Westeros ever dared to try to control the dragon.

Dragons are not mortal.

But now, Samwell did.

Boom –

Time seemed to stand still.

Samwell's consciousness went blank and all feelings vanished.

But in the next second, the world suddenly came alive again.

He smelled the smell of burnt meat, felt the fear of the people, heard the strange sound of the trumpet, which seemed to never stop, and a strange urge surged through his heart, making him want to break free from the shackles and fly to the source of the trumpet.

Yoke? Fly away?

Samwell suddenly realized that he had really invaded the consciousness of the white dragon.

Now, he is Cleopatra.

But the problem remains unresolved.

He could even feel the bond between the dragon and the body loosening now.

This strange horn was severing the connection between him and the white dragon.

The white dragon struggled, resisted, but seemed futile.

Even if Samwell controlled his mind, he still couldn't stop the process.

He knew that when the mysterious connection between himself and the white dragon was completely broken, Cleopatra would shake him off and fly in the direction of the horn without hesitation.

He must stop this!

But how?

Samwell forced himself to calm down, and his mind went to the depths of the white dragon's consciousness, down, down, down...... Cross the boundary between black and white and sink into a glowing river.

In the interplay of light and shadow, wolves roared, three-eyed crows flapped their wings, and the raging sea of fire froze into ice.

Dead branches and dead leaves wrapped around a great throne, and Samwell sank into the dark dirt.

Go down, keep going down......

The black abyss opened its jaws, and a nameless horror was about to move.

A slender ray of light appeared in the darkness and quickly extinguished.

Samwell saw a rune in that flash of inspiration.

A déjà vu, plausible rune.

A deep darkness enveloped him completely.

Samwell opened his eyes again and found himself back in his original body.

But he understood that there might be some secret hidden in the white dragon's consciousness.

He may not have the strength to pry into this secret.

However, this time, he was not without gains.

Looking at the white dragon that was close at hand, it seemed that he was about to roar wildly again, and Samwell seemed to raise his right hand slowly and quickly.

A pinch of fire ignited at the fingertips and spread rapidly.

The white dragon's blood-red pupils reflected the traces of flames in the air, and finally formed a mysterious pattern-

Like a dragon, like a poisonous snake, like a tower, like a long river.

Samwell's blood was agitated, burning, and surging.

Faintly, he heard countless voices echoing in his ears, temporarily masking the strange sound of a horn like a tarsal skull.

The murmuring of voices, with a strong temptation, was filled with extreme danger.

Samwell opened his mouth and spat out four words word by word:

"Bloodprint: Asylum."

A huge stream of power continued to emerge from the heart, spreading outward, and soon enveloped Samwell and the white dragon beneath him.

The eerie sound of the horn still echoes, but it is shielded from it, as if it is from another distant world.

Cleopatra's blood-red pupils contracted sharply, then dilate, and the flames deep in her throat were extinguished.

Samwell reached out and touched the white dragon's head, and Cleopatra no longer resisted, and meekly leaned over and snorted in passing.

The effects of the Dragon's Horn are removed.

Samwell breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head to look in Daenerys' direction.

Drogon rolls and roars among the ruins of a collapsed building, and Daenerys has long been left behind.

The black dragon crutched its wings on the ground and crawled westward, and just as it stretched its wings and was about to take off, the white dragon descended from the sky, and one claw pressed Zhuo Geng's neck and trampled it under his feet.

The black dragon writhed and struggled through the ruins, smoke and dust rising and rubble flying, and smoke and flames spewing out of its mouth and flowing in all directions.

But the white dragon's body was several times its size, and Zhuo Geng couldn't break free at all.

Samwell looked up to the west, and saw a golden figure flying out of the Great Pyramid and heading towards the sea.

Viserion?

Is it free?

Samwell didn't have time to think about it, and suddenly a cold hostility came from behind him, like a javelin against the back of the heart.

He turned back sharply, and saw a harpy sitting on top of the ruins.

She only had half of her head left, and her only blood-red agate-like eye shone with murderous intent and electric light.

(End of chapter)