The Great Pyramid of Meereen, in a gloomy basement.

Daenerys looked at the two Dorne knights kneeling in front of them, and the charred corpse beside them—

Oh, no. The prince of Dorne has not yet fully choked his breath.

Perhaps death is a relief for Quentin Martell now.

He was badly burned, and his face was so blackened that he could see the skull below, and his eyes were already two white lumps of juice......

Seeing his miserable appearance, Daenerys couldn't say anything about reprimanding.

Archibald was scorched with his own hands as he tried to extinguish the flames on Quentin's body, and he wailed in agony on the ground.

Gary apologized and begged Daenerys to agree to let them bring Quentin's bones back to Dorne.

Daenerys saw their miserable appearance, and didn't want to think about it any more, so she agreed.

Turning around, he saw Samwell looking at the green dragon Rego.

"Sam, was it because of that horn that our dragon suddenly went berserk before? How's Rego? And Viserion, where did it go? ”

Samwell was touching Rego's neck, and the green dragon writhed without showing much resistance.

"If I'm not mistaken, the sound just now must have been from the dragon's horn."

"Dragon's Horn?" Daenerys was shocked, "What is it for?" ”

Truth be told, Samwell himself doesn't know about it.

The dragon's horn has not been blown in the original book, and the specific use is naturally not explicit.

Based on the dragon's previous reaction, he guessed that the horn would forcibly summon dragons, even dragons with dragon knights.

But summoning is not the same as taming.

Needless to say, Cleopatra, Samwell shielded the horn's influence from the witchcraft he learned through the ruins fantasy.

And the black dragon Zhuo Geng and the green dragon Rego, although they were seriously affected by the sound of the horn, but now after the sound disappeared, they both returned to normal.

This suggests that the horn's effect on the dragon should be temporary.

Samwell recounted his guesses.

Daenerys said eagerly, "Was Viserion summoned away by the master of the Horn?" ”

"It should be." Samwell got up and walked outside, "I'll go after you, you stay in the city to stabilize the situation." ”

"Okay." Daenerys actually wanted to go with her, but Drogen's injuries were so badly that she couldn't help if she went, "Then be careful." ”

Samwell waved his hand, signaling Daenerys to reassure.

He had now found a way to deal with the Dragonhorn, and he was naturally not afraid.

Out of the pyramid, Samwell mounted the white dragon and headed straight west.

Flying over the city walls and docks, it was soon over Slave Bay.

He saw at a glance that the iron fleet with the golden sea monster flag had already raised its sails and tried to escape from the Meereen Sea.

Samwell swooped down on the white dragon and quickly caught the attention of the Iron People.

The fleet suddenly burst into flames, and the Iron Folk shouted and threw spears and axes in an attempt to attack the white dragon in the air.

Samwell circled the fleet a few times, looking for Viserion and waiting for someone to blow the dragon's horn again.

But after a few moments, he did not find the golden dragon, nor did he hear the dragon's horn.

Surprised, he suddenly heard a crisp string movement.

Samwell was suddenly startled in his heart, and before he could think about it, he hurriedly kicked his legs and prompted the white dragon to turn.

Whoosh –

With a sharp crack, a thick crossbow bolt shot past Cleopatra's left flank.

Samwell followed the prestige and found a ballista on the deck of a battleship.

The white dragon was also frightened by the attack just now, and let out a roar.

Taking advantage of the gap between the sailors to fill the crossbow arrows, Samwell decisively drove the white dragon to swoop down.

The sailors let out a burst of exclamation, trying to speed up the reload, but the more anxious they were, the more they could not load.

By the time they had finally loaded their crossbow arrows into the groove, before they could adjust the angle of their shot, the white dragon had already roared.

The jaw opened, and the scorching flames poured down like magma, instantly drowning the ballista.

Flames flowed on the deck, and one by one the burning men ran away screaming and jumped into the sea.

The white dragon turned back in the air, and another ball of flame erupted and ignited the sails and masts.

Rumble!

The huge mast snapped and fell into the water, splashing huge waves.

The flames spread rapidly, and soon the ship was turned into a torch at sea.

This frightened the rest of the Iron People, who rowed their oars like crazy and fled in all directions.

Samwell didn't bother with the small ships, but set his sights on another warship that looked like a flagship.

However, this time he was very careful, driving the white dragon to fly hundreds of meters in the air, and carefully investigated first.

And sure enough, in the stern of the ship saw another bed crossbow.

Buzz –

The sailors on the ship shot an arrow, but due to the height problem, before they could touch the white dragon, the arrow became weak and was easily dodged.

Samwell didn't waste the opportunity, taking advantage of the gap between the enemy's crossbow bolts, and once again swooped down with the white dragon.

Seeing that he was about to approach the hull of the ship, Samwell suddenly felt a strong crisis.

He turned his head suddenly, and saw a crossbow shot from a warship on his right.

The swirling arrows roared through the air and headed straight for the white dragon's chest and abdomen.

Samwell didn't hesitate, lunging forward and pulling out the greatsword behind his back with both hands.

Bang –

With a piercing scream, the arrows were shattered by the greatsword.

The force of the shock caused Samwell to crack his jaw and his body to the ground.

Fortunately, below is the deck of the Invincible Iron.

The white dragon roared into flames, engulfing the bed crossbow on the stern of the ship.

Samwell rose from the deck and swung his sword to slash down the two ironmen who rushed up with all his might.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the red-robed monk Machiro standing on the bow of the ship with a huge horn almost a man high.

The white dragon was still spitting flames, venting the anger in his heart.

Samwell hurried towards Machiro, his greatsword dripping blood.

Marchiro didn't dodge, and even smiled at Samwell.

Phew!

The giant sword pierced his chest, and the red-robed monk's body shook, and the horn in his hand fell on the deck.

"Did Lahlo tell you that today is your time of death?" Samwell asked with a sneer.

The red-robed monk grinned, and blood gushed out of his mouth:

"Everyone dies."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and added:

"So do you, Caesar. I also saw your death in the sacred fire. Born in blood, died in blood. ”

Samwell smiled disdainfully, drew his greatsword, and cut off the head of the red-robed monk, telling him to "die in blood" first.

He then picked up the dragon's horn on the deck and jumped on the dragon's back before the ship capsized completely.

The Iron Fleet scattered and fled.

Samwell rode the white dragon back into the air and pulled away.

(End of chapter)