Drogon seemed to feel that it didn't take too much fire to burn little Aegon to death. After a few breaths of dragon flames, he moved the huge and terrifying shadow back to the mast, and continued to flap his wings, brewing waves of hot wind that blew the cloth.

The sail was making a sound, and a faint smoke was rising.

Those who knew that Drogo was the Unburnt did not panic, stood firm, and showed great disdain for little Aegon. The Dothraki warriors were so calm that they almost couldn't hold back their laughter.

"Hey... I made a mistake. Even without hugging me, I can still detect that this disgusting guy is a fake. Once I get burned like this, I have to look up to those red-robed monks who believe in the King of Light and are so pious that they shave their heads!

"

Smelling the strong smell of his own burnt hair, Drogo felt overwhelmed and realized that the price he had to pay for being an unburnt person was that he could not keep his 30,000 black hairs.

Wrapped in dragon flames, the horse king seemed relaxed and laughed, but little Aegon was not so lucky. He was in purgatory at this time.

Under the erosion of the high temperature, "Pop!" His face actually exploded, and a round face with baby fat popped up.

"Ah! Ah!..."

Dany saw this change vaguely in her eyes through the cracks in the flames. Coupled with Little Aegon's shrill howl of pain, she suddenly woke up. For a moment, a strong sense of contempt began to overwhelm her mind: "A true dragon is not afraid of being burned.

, it seems he is a fake prince! Damn liar, go to hell!"

This sticky skin disguising technique that can turn a fat face into a thin face makes Drogo secretly wonder: "Could these exiles be related to the Faceless Men?"

This murderous intention was so fierce that all the golden-armored mercenaries were stunned. Only Clinton, whose eyes were about to burst, screamed in sorrow: "Your Highness!"

How could the exiled prime minister who had a crush on Rhaegar bear to let his son turn into ashes? He pulled out the long sword from his waist and rushed into the high-temperature circle to kill the barbarian king without fear of the steaming flames!

Dany raised her voice and exclaimed: "Drogo, be careful!"

Clinton's madness, the bloodriders, Gray Worm and others naturally would not ignore it. A row of khalasar who had already bent their bows and arrows shot out a parallel rain of arrows at the right time.

The soul of the exiled Prime Minister appeared in great numbers. He quickly blocked it with his sword and dodged randomly. He had to stay away from the group of burning people.

When the arrows drove Clinton and his party back or shot him to death, leaving Drogo with a safe space, Gray Worm raised his armored hand and shouted: "Kill all the mercenaries on the ship, Unsullied!"

The commander gave an order, and hundreds of Unsullied who did not want the khalasar to take the limelight swarmed towards the golden-armored mercenaries with spears like a tide.

The Longteng Ma Yue suddenly became a mess, and the sound of weapons clashing, crazy shouts of killing, and desperate screams resounded throughout the entire sea area.

Under the rising sun, the mercenaries standing on the opposite ship and dock, wearing gold-plated armor and helmets decorated with silk feathers, began to move, but that was all.

They watched the regiment leader fight with various expressions, but no one came to help.

It's not that most of the mercenaries don't want to, but Clinton, who has served as the king's hand of the True Dragon Dynasty, has constrained them into a disciplined mercenary group in accordance with the military regulations of Westeros, so that they dare not act rashly until they receive the order to attack.

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In this intense Blood Moon Star scene, the delicate Dany refused to move to a safe place because she was surrounded by muscular Dothraki men who dared to block her swords and arrows, and stabbed her in both sides.

Knife guy.

There must be a gap in every secret. The prince's screams became weaker and weaker due to anxiety. Clinton acted more like a beast than the Dothraki. Under the cover of his loyal followers, he rushed out of a bloody path and slashed his back again with his sword.

To his Drogo!

"snort!"

Men and women had no choice but to kiss each other, and Drogo had long felt that he was in trouble. He listened intently to Clinton's footsteps. When he felt that the enemy was in place, he smiled cunningly again, quickly let go of little Aegon, who was unable to resist, and quickly dodged to the side.

In this way, Clinton's sword that originally struck Drogo's back was deeply embedded in the prince he regarded as his own.

Pain on pain, injury on injury, the false prince's will to survive suddenly collapsed, and he let out a more miserable pig-killing scream: "Howl!"

It was so similar to the roar of an animal that even the white lion Snowball was aroused by his animal nature and roared in response to him.

Clinton's hands were burned by the dragon flames, but he felt no pain at all. His lips trembled violently with anger, and he gritted his teeth and roared: "Ah! Damn barbarian king! I will cut you into pieces!"

As a result, before he could finish his words, "Pah!" a powerful force hit him, and he was slapped hard on the mouth!

"I'll tell you to be mean!"

Drogo's slap was so violent that the skin of his mouth was torn, his front teeth fell off, and red liquid burst out.

Clinton was slapped so dizzy that in his eyes, the giant who was two heads taller than him became two.

According to Kaa's code of conduct, anyone who offends him and disrupts the harmony between their husband and wife is a capital offender and a dead person!

Just when he was about to blow Clinton's head off with his natural power, the exiled Prime Minister stabbed him in the abdomen with a sword. King Ma, who could not avoid it, quickly closed his hands and clamped the sword.

Originally, as long as Clinton pushed harder, the horse king might draw blood, but he gave up the fight of will, threw away the sword, and ran towards the nearest ship's rail with Pyro, who was no longer in human form.

He shouted hysterically as he ran: "The Golden Warriors attack, attack me, kill and burn all the barbarians!"

"Talk!"

The careless Drogo was unable to catch up, and the two arrogant guys were lucky enough to climb out of the fence. "Plop!" When the salt water hit the flames, it made a slight hissing sound, and strings of turbid bubbles popped up.

Drogo, who had no back bow, slapped the railing angrily, threw out his sharp sword, and watched helplessly as Clinton emerged from the water, and swam hard to the opposite ship with the charred false prince whose life and death were unknown.

The rumbling sound of the war horn crossed the sea, and the roar was hoarse and deep, like the call of the devil, which was passed from ship to ship.

Black smoke pillars began to rise from the pier and the ships opposite, spiraling up from hundreds of burning stones coated with asphalt, like black ferocious beasts trying to swallow up the rays of the morning sun.

The enemy rioted and the war began. How could Drogo care about the life and death of the Clintons? He shouted to the warriors who had finished the battle on the ship: "The Unsullied put away the canvas, rowed the wooden oar and moved forward, the crossbow

The gunners are ready, the fire-breathing crossbowmen are ready, the slingers are ready, the archers are ready...!"

Fearing that the opponent's ballistae and fire-breathing crossbows would attack and ignite the sails, Kaa gave this order.

The Burning Stone Rocket Asphalt Barrel was short-sighted, and worried about his wife's safety, Drogo mobilized fifty khalasars to escort her away from the Long Tengma Leap, boarded the small boat she used for the meeting last night, and left the battlefield far away.

The Unsullied were more suitable for naval battles than the khalasar, so Drogo ordered Gray Worm to be the commander-in-chief of the fleet. He took the Valyrian knife from the bloodrider guard, turned it over and wore the neck armor, face guard, and crimson silk curtain.

The back half of the body is covered with a coat of mail, and the high saddle is a gold-plated fire-colored war horse.

Being good at land warfare, he ordered the giant Roman as the vanguard and led all the ships with the braided warriors to sail to more enemy docks.

Each oar blade enters the water, and the sailor beats the drum. The sound of the drum is like a huge and gentle heartbeat. Each time the oar is struck, the oar moves one minute, and the hundred people move to the rhythm in a uniform manner.

Drogo split the fleet into two, one heading towards the dock, and the other heading towards the enemy fleet.

The Golden Company's burning stones, asphalt barrels, etc. flew over first, but Drogo's side was not slow and soon gave a fierce counterattack.

The light of the flames began to spread in this sea area, and the red and yellow flames competed with each other, one ebbing and the other ebbing, giving birth to countless shadows that were fleeting or caused huge fires.

The day soon turned into twilight, and the air itself smelled of burning, like simmering broth, and the embers were dancing in the air like swarms of fireflies!
Chapter completed!