Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 356 Capture the Horn

  In the dark basement of the Great Pyramid of Meereen.

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

   Oh, no. The Dorne prince was not quite dead yet.

  Perhaps death is simply a relief for Quentin Martel now.

  He suffered severe burns all over his body, and only a layer of charred black skin remained on his face, so that the skull below could be seen, and the eyes had become two **** of white juice...

   Seeing his miserable appearance, Daenerys couldn't speak the words of reprimand.

  As Archibald tried to help Quentin put out the flames on his body, his hands were also scorched, and he howled on the ground in pain.

  Garis kept apologizing and asked Daenerys to agree to let them bring Quentin's bones back to Dorne.

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

   Turning around, he saw Samwell sizing up the green dragon Rego.

   "Sam, was it because of that horn that our dragon suddenly went berserk? What happened to Rhaegal? And Viserion, where did it go?"

  Samwell was touching Rego's neck, and the green dragon twisted its body, but it didn't show much resistance.

   "If I'm not mistaken, the sound just now should be from the horn of the dragon."

   "The Horn of the Dragon?" Daenerys was startled, "What is it for?"

   To be honest, Samwell himself didn't know about it.

  The horn of the dragon has not been sounded in the original work, so the specific use is naturally not clearly stated.

  Based on the previous dragon's reaction, he guessed that the horn would forcibly summon a dragon, even a dragon with a dragon knight would not be spared.

   But calling is not the same as taming.

  Cleopatra needless to say, the witchcraft learned by Samwell through the illusion of ruins shielded the influence of the horn on it.

   As for the black dragon Drogon and the green dragon Rego, although they were seriously affected by the sound of the horn, they all returned to normal after the sound disappeared.

  This shows that the effect of the horn on the dragon should be temporary.

  Samwell recounted his guess.

  Daenerys asked anxiously: "Did Viserion be summoned away by the owner of the horn?"

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

   "Okay." Daenerys actually wanted to go together, but Drogon was seriously injured, and she couldn't help much if she went, "Then be careful."

  Samwell waved his hand, signaling Daenerys to rest assured.

   Now that he has found a way to deal with the Dragon's Horn, he is naturally not afraid.

  Out of the pyramid, Samwell rode on the white dragon and headed west.

   Flying over the city walls and piers, they soon came to the sky over Slaver's Bay.

  He saw at a glance the iron fleet flying the golden sea monster banner, which had already raised its sails, trying to escape from the waters of Meereen.

  Samwell swooped down driving the white dragon, and soon attracted the attention of the Ironborn.

  The fleet suddenly became lively, and the ironmen yelled and threw spears and throwing axes, trying to attack the white dragon in the air.

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

  But after a while, he neither found the golden dragon nor heard the dragon's horn.

   While surprised, he suddenly heard a crisp sound of strings moving.

  Samwell was startled suddenly, before he could think about it, he kicked his legs quickly, prompting Bailong to turn.

  whoosh—

  Amidst the sharp sound of piercing the air, a thick crossbow shot past Cleopatra's left wing.

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

  Bailong was also frightened by the attack just now, and let out a roar.

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

  The sailors exclaimed, trying to speed up the loading, but the more anxious they were, the more they couldn't load it.

   When they finally put the crossbow bolts into the grooves, before they had time to adjust the shooting angle, the white dragon roared towards them.

  The huge mouth opened, and hot flames poured down like magma, instantly submerging the ballista.

  Flames flowed on the deck, and one by one the firemen fled screaming and jumped into the sea.

  The white dragon turned back in the air, and another flame spewed out and ignited the sail and mast.

  Boom!

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

  The raging flames spread rapidly, and soon turned the warship into a torch on the sea.

  The sight terrified the rest of the ironborn, and they paddled like mad and fled in all directions.

  Samwell didn't care about those small boats, but stared at another warship that looked like a flagship.

  However, this time he was very careful, driving the white dragon to fly hundreds of meters into the air, so he was careful to investigate first.

   Then, sure enough, I saw another bed crossbow at the stern of the ship.

  嗡—

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

  Samwell didn't waste the opportunity, took advantage of the enemy's gap to refill the crossbow, and once again drove the white dragon to dive down.

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

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

  The spinning arrows roared in the air, heading straight for the white dragon's chest.

  Samwell didn't hesitate, and rushed forward, pulling out the giant sword behind his back with both hands.

boom-

  Amidst the ear-piercing scream, the arrow was smashed into pieces by the giant sword.

  The huge counter-shock force caused Samwell's mouth to burst, and his body fell down.

   Fortunately, below is the deck of the Invincible Ironborn.

  The white dragon roared out flames, swallowing the bed crossbow on the stern.

  Samwell climbed up from the deck, swung his sword and chopped down the two ironmen who rushed up over their own strength.

  As soon as he turned his head, he saw the red-robed monk Ma Qiluo standing at the bow of the boat holding a huge horn almost as tall as a person.

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

  Samwell rushed towards Marqoro quickly, blood dripping from the giant sword in his hand.

  Maqiro did not dodge or avoid, and even smiled at Samwell.

   Chi!

  The huge sword pierced through the chest, the red-robed monk swayed, and the horn in his hand fell to the deck.

   "Did R'hllor tell you that today is your day of death?" Samwell asked with a sneer.

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

   "Mortal is mortal."

  He breathed a sigh of relief, and said again:

   "And you too, Caesar. I saw your death in the holy fire. Live in blood, and die in blood."

  Samwell smiled disdainfully, drew out his giant sword, and beheaded the red-robed monk, letting him "die in blood" first.

   Then, he picked up the dragon's horn on the deck, and jumped onto the dragon's back before the warship capsized completely.

  The Iron Fleet fled in all directions.

  Samwell piloted the white dragon to fly up into the sky again, and distanced himself.