Viserys Targaryen stood on the edge of the terrace, with his hands behind his back, staring at the fire storm raging in Silt Town. His straight and thin figure matched his resolute face, and the light of the flames reflected his entire body in gold. "It's like a real dragon is alive!"
Illyrio, the governor of Pentos, just trotted in and immediately sighed when he saw this scene.
"Your Highness." Illyrio walked into his side.
"Governor Illyrio, didn't Sea King say that Braavos is the safest place? Why is it like this now!" Viserys spoke directly without moving or looking back.
"Witt Baratheon is a true magician. After today, his name will be spread throughout the world." Illyrio wiped the sweat from his head.
Viserys was silent for a while, and then said: "Only the dragon fire of our family dragon can have such power."
Illyrio said nothing, thinking that all your dragons have been dead for almost a hundred years.
Viserys: "Take me away from Braavos quickly! The further away, the better!"
"Your Highness, please rest assured. I have prepared a boat. It is very dangerous outside now, but there are many boats fleeing at this time. We can take advantage of the chaos and escape."
Illyrio was about to leave, but he didn't take two steps and found that Viserys was motionless, so he turned around:
"Your Highness, leave quickly! If you don't leave, it will be too late."
Viserys still maintained his posture without looking back: "Well, come and help me."
Illyrio stretched out his hand to pull Viserys, and found that his whole body muscles were tense and stiff, and his hands were tightly grasping the armrests with veins. It took a lot of effort for Illyrio to pry his fingers away and support him.
He walked out slowly.
The fire storm in Silt Town stopped, and the gravel and burning wood blocks slowly fell.
The building debris and the ground here were burned hot, and the unburnt wood was still emitting sparks. The sea breeze and the rising heat blew the dust and thick smoke into the sky, and the smoke was billowing.
Werther stood on the ruins and gasped. All the magic on his body had disappeared. His pants and shoes were just high-end ordinary fabrics. They could not withstand the ravages of the storm and had been torn to pieces. Werther stopped when only his underpants were left.
Got storm magic.
The effectiveness of the recovery potion is gone. After feeling the magic power, only a little bit is left, and the physical strength is almost exhausted.
"All the people in the Golden Group are dead, but this number is obviously not all. They still have people outside the city. They may come to attack me after receiving the information. There is also the army of Neptune. If we fight again, I will have to run away.
But Neptune’s account must be settled.”
Witte slowly walked towards the Neptune Palace in the north, recovering his strength along the way, and summoned a flame elf with his only magic power.
You usually have a vicious dog by your side, and very few people dare to mess with you. You have caused so much damage here, and now that the flame elf is by your side, as long as you don't show weakness, the people who see it will be stunned.
Looking for trouble on your own.
The navy and city guard of Braavos helped the people extinguish the fire in the city. Seeing that the fire storm in Silt Town was extinguished, people slowly gathered here, but there were still many pieces of wood burning in the ruins, and thick smoke billowed.
The heat wave was so intense that no one could enter, so they had to maintain order outside the ruins and start preparing to put out the fire.
The fire burning on a street automatically extinguished, and a road separated from it. Two figures appeared in the thick smoke, and the soldiers around him began to panic.
"Alert! Everyone, take up arms and be on alert!" The calm commander began to give orders, and the soldiers lined up in formation, waiting for the "enemy" to come out of the thick smoke and heat wave.
The two "enemies" gradually walked out of the thick smoke.
The most eye-catching thing is a "woman" about two meters tall. The main part of her body is made of black lava, forming the appearance of a woman, and the hollow parts of her body are all burning flames. She has two
Curved horns made of lava stand upright on the head. The face only has a chin and no eyes. The head is also hollow and full of flames.
Although she is not human, she has a graceful figure. She floats forward without landing, leaving a trail of burning flames on the ground wherever she passes. And looking at her, she keeps walking half a step behind the man next to her. Such a strange creature is just a
Servant!
The man is tall and muscular, naked except for his underpants, with black hair and strange blood-red skin. There are many small wounds on his body, and he is holding a long black sword in his hand.
"Devil!"
"Devil!"
The disaster that destroyed the world and destroyed the earth was the only person who walked out of the ruins without fear of flames. Behind him was a burning man. No matter how stupid the soldiers were, they knew that this man was the culprit of this disaster, but no one dared to step forward. Werther ignored them and walked straight past. The soldiers also automatically gave way to a path and retreated one after another. Some retreated into the corner of the street and disappeared, and some retreated to the wall and were squeezed by their companions so that they could not move and did not dare to take a breath.
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The atmosphere was unusually quiet, with only the sounds of armor and weapons rubbing against each other, and the sound of flames burning on the "woman".
Werther walked leisurely, slowly regaining his strength, and when he crossed a short bridge near the Palace of Truth, he discovered a magical reaction.
There were boats everywhere in the long canal. Werther jumped on the handrail of the short bridge and carefully identified which boat the magic power was responding to. The flame elf also floated beside him.
In the cabin of a ship, Illyrio, Viserys and his sister Daenerys sat inside without speaking. Outside there were the sounds of sailors working and the sounds of collisions with other ships. Everyone was talking.
As we were running for our lives, the atmosphere was very depressing.
"What do you think that is?"
"A burning man!"
Hearing more and more people shouting outside, Illyrio and Viserys also walked out of the cabin and onto the deck. They saw a red-skinned man standing on the handrail of the bridge, as if looking for something.
Followed by a "woman" covered in flames.
"Vet Baratheon!" Illyrio had a wide range of sources of information. Even though his color had changed, he still recognized Veit from his body shape, hair color, and the dark sisters on his hands.
"Is Werther Baratheon a little celebrity?" Daenerys also walked out of the cabin, looking at Werther in the distance very strangely.
Illyrio replied gently: "He usually looks like us, but I don't know much about magicians. Aren't the wizards in Qarth City blue?"
Daenerys is only eleven or twelve years old now, and her appearance is getting more and more beautiful. Illyrio begins to have some thoughts about her, but he does not dare to implement them due to her identity.
Viserys and Daenerys looked at Werther from a distance, trying to remember the appearance of their enemy.
In the distance, Veidt straightened up, raised the Dark Sisters with his right hand, and pointed the tip of the sword at the position of Viserys and others.
"I found you!"
There are many pure-blooded Valyrian people in Braavos, and Witte has seen many of them on the streets. But on board this ship happened to be a man who looked a few years older than Witte, and there was also an eleven or twelve-year-old man beside him.
The little girl, the little girl still has magical reactions!
Werther's magical perception distance is limited. The Palace of Truth is located on an island in the middle of the water. It is beyond the range of perception. It would have been safe to hide inside. But now a few people are escaping. There is a congestion of boats near the port of the Palace of Truth. They can't leave for a long time. It's just right.
Encounter with Werther.
Werther has just experienced a battle, and the excitement has not passed yet. Now he doesn't care about the dragon mother or not. He would rather kill the wrong one than let go. The two of them should consider themselves unlucky!
"Bah~~" The flame elf couldn't speak. After receiving Witte's order, the flames on his head began to burn violently and made some noises.
The flame elf raised her arms, and several head-sized fireballs shot out from her palms continuously, flying towards the direction pointed by Witte's sword.