The faceless leader with red and white hair and a mask suddenly changed his expression.
He did not expect that the white dragon Viserion would return so quickly. According to their intelligence, Viserion should not have returned so early.
"quick!"
"escape!"
Then the leader of the Faceless Men spoke in a hurried tone. The tacit understanding between the Faceless Men was very deep. Needless to say, everyone knew what to do and fled in an instant.
A giant dragon that is only a teenager, even though it is a minor, is not something they can mess with.
Viserion's length and weight were not as good as Balerion's, but it was still more than ten meters long. It flew in the sky like a floating island, its figure covered the sky and the sun, and its roar shook the sky.
Viserion's figure swooped down from a distance, and the faceless men below instantly dispersed like birds and beasts, running away in all directions of the woods, using the dense trees as cover in an attempt to distract Viserion.
However, what greeted them was overwhelming dragon flames pouring down from the sky.
Rumble——
Intense firelight fell from the sky and struck the earth, like cutting a piece of cake, dividing the lush forest into two halves, and a fire burned raging in an instant.
The white-gold dragon Viserion was furious. He only left the dragon's lair for a short period of time, and the descendants under his care were attacked by humans. This made Viserion feel a great shame and humiliation, and he unleashed his power to the fullest.
anger.
A faceless man was running at high speed, and at the same time he kept turning his head to look at the sky, because the dragon was staring at him.
Then he saw the dragon flames spitting out like a magic trick. His clothes suddenly collapsed and he fell to the ground with a crash, while the person under the clothes disappeared without a trace.
The next second, dragon flames poured down from the sky, striking the ground crazily and burning the clothes into ashes.
"ah--"
At the same time, a faceless man with an unknown code name let out a shrill scream in the surging dragon flames.
The clothes around him, including the human skin on his face, all melted. The high temperature caused his skin to instantly lose moisture and become dry and cracked. His breathing caused his lungs to begin to burn, followed by blood, flesh and bones.
Burning alive is one of the most painful punishments in the world. Even the Faceless Man couldn't bear it. He collapsed from shock amidst the painful screams and turned into a burning corpse.
However, all this is not over yet, Viserion's anger has not yet been vented.
Phew~
It was flapping its wings violently, flying rapidly in the depths of the royal forest close to the tree crown, looking for the missing silver nugget.
Before he could find the whereabouts of the captured silver baby dragon, he immediately let out a low roar.
"Ho..."
Then he breathed dragon flames towards the ground again.
Rumble——
The ground was trembling, and the dragon flames falling from the sky continued to divide the woods. The roars in the sky spread far away, and the sky-high flames and billowing smoke alerted more Royal Forest Guard soldiers patrolling nearby.
A knight dressed as a noble was followed by several soldiers of the Targaryen family. They all had the emblem of the three-headed fire dragon on their chests.
One of the soldiers was stunned when he saw the angry dragon, and then asked in horror.
"Sir Duran, what happened to the dragon?"
The noble knight with brown hair and a scar on his face, who was called Sir Duran, looked at the scene of Viserion's wanton anger in the distance with a tense face, and then spoke in a low voice.
"Someone has angered the dragon..."
"Go and notify Her Royal Highness!"
Ser Duran is one of the many new wealthy knights who have risen under the Targaryen family.
He is an Andal warrior who once served in the First Legion. He performed meritorious service when resisting the Dothraki attack and was canonized as a knight. He was given several fertile fields as a fief.
"clear!"
The soldiers heard his words and reacted. Her Royal Highness was able to control the dragon. At this time, she could only notify Daenerys quickly to calm the dragon down.
Then several soldiers quickly turned their horses' heads and urged them to run straight along the road towards Pentos.
Sir Duran turned his head and looked into the depths of the jungle, his expression gradually becoming serious, the scars on his face became a little distorted, and his brown hair fluttered in the wind. Then he turned over and dismounted, holding his sword with one hand.
On the handle.
Clang...
The sound of metal friction sounded, and he slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist. Holding the sword hilt tightly with one hand, he carefully walked into the woods.
He smelled blood in the air...
As a warrior's sixth instinct, he had a bad feeling, so he ordered his men to go to Pentos for help and mobilized the army, while he went deep into the royal forest to explore.
Ser Duran is a veteran who has followed Viserys for a long time, and has joined the Targaryen army since the Andalus period.
In addition, he was later assigned the duty of patrolling the royal forest, so he had some knowledge about dragons.
Viserion has a good temper and does not get angry randomly, so someone or something must have angered it to do such a thing.
rustle...
Footsteps sounded in the forest, and then he discovered the bodies of many patrolling soldiers at the edge of the royal forest.
They fell on the spot in a mess, with obvious external injuries on their bodies. It could be seen that they were killed by weapons.
"Someone broke into the royal forest. It seems that they angered the dragon."
Seeing this scene in front of him, the man with a scar on his face felt his heart sink slightly.
At this moment, the sound of rapid footsteps suddenly came from the front, and the eyes of Sir Duran, who was wearing armor, suddenly condensed.
"Um?"
"who?"
He clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, took a defensive posture, and prepared to compete with the intruder.
But Sir Duran never expected that a red-feathered dart suddenly flew from the side, penetrated the gap between the trees in the dense forest, and stabbed his neck accurately.
puff--
The red feathers trembled slightly, and the venom of the monkshood instantly eroded Sir Duran's blood vessels and made his body numb.
The man with a scar on his face covered his neck with disbelief on his face, and then his body suddenly collapsed and fell to the ground with a plop.
Then a faceless man wearing a black robe, a mask, and red and white hair walked out of the woods.
He was panting in embarrassment and he and another companion, dragging a strong young dragon that had been tied up in a net bag, walked past Sir Duran's eyes.
The poison of aconite grass was very strong, but it did not take his life. It only made his body numb, but he was also unable to move. He could only watch the other person leave, quietly waiting for the passage of life.