Chapter 447: Out of control angry dragon
Chapter 447 The out-of-control angry dragon
Hearing the sound of fire fighting outside, everyone's heart sank.
The Dornishmen were not acting alone, but an organized assassination.
Aemond's mind went blank. He tightened his father's sleeves and asked in fear, "What should I do?"
Even if the dragon is not around, he is just a 10-year-old boy.
Viserys stared at the dozen assassins in shock. He was mostly awake from the wine, and he pulled his son and said don't be afraid.
After sitting on the Iron Throne for so many years, this was the first time he was assassinated.
Having no idea how to deal with it, he subconsciously comforted his son beside him.
“Don’t be stunned, protect your majesty!”
Elic looked ferocious, wielding his sword like a **** of war to deflect the flying crossbow bolts.
While the guards were blocking the arrows with their bodies, he smashed a solid wood chair, grabbed a large piece of wood and ran towards the king.
“Your Majesty, the situation outside is unknown, please hide first.”
Ilic couldn't help but drag the king and hide behind the stone pillars in the hall.
“Don’t let them get away.”
The only exposed eyes of the Dornishman were as cold as ice, and they were skillfully shooting with their crossbows.
"ah!…"
The guards were outnumbered and fell to the ground after being hit by arrows.
In a blink of an eye, only five guards were left hanging on.
Ilic was shocked and angry. He knew that if he continued like this, he would be helpless. His eyes quickly scanned the hall, looking for anything that could be used.
“Sir, we have to get out.”
Aemond spoke tremblingly, forcing his senses: "There is a dragon outside."
As long as you ride on the back of the dragon, any problem will be solved.
Viserys's eyes lit up, and hope rose in his heart.
There are not only dragons outside, but also a well-equipped army.
Two pairs of purple eyes, one large and one small, fell on him. Ilic stared at the assassin with great pressure: "There are fourteen crossbowmen upstairs. We will be shot into sieves before we can reach the gate."
As soon as the words came out, his eyes moved to the few remaining guards.
The guard is by the king's side, and his armor is naturally good.
The dead guards were all shot in the head and neck and died on the spot.
The few remaining people could only be shot in the limbs, and they still had the strength to fight.
The three of them discussed ways to save themselves, and the Dornishmen upstairs took action again.
The leader has a turban covering his face, his gray eyes are like a vicious wolf, and his voice is hoarse: "Go downstairs, leave no one behind!"
The seven assassins put away their crossbows and rushed downstairs without saying a word.
The five guards looked frightened and reluctantly drew their swords to resist.
Poof! puff!
The other assassins still suppressed them with their crossbows, and their cooperation was very strict.
"Oops!"
Ilic's pupils shrank sharply, and he gritted his teeth and said with determination: "Your Majesty, my brother Alec is outside. He will definitely come when he hears any noise. I will take you out."
At least there are five guards left, and he can still fight to the death.
If the delay continues, the guards will be driven out and killed.
Viserys grabbed Aemond, hid under the white knight's white robe and ran out.
“The King of the Iron Throne is there, kill him!”
There was a cold shout from upstairs, and crossbow arrows were fired at high speed.
Hang!
Ilic swung his sword back and forth, kicked away the approaching assassin, and shouted repeatedly: "Go quickly, don't look back!"
Aemond's face turned pale. He looked at the white knight fighting in blood and shivered in his father's arms.
Without the dragon, a feeling of powerlessness fills the whole body.
Let alone resisting the assassin, he could hardly even pick up the sword.
…
At this time, fire broke out all over the castle.
With the barn and stable as the source, it spread wildly on the night wind.
The soldiers shouted for help and went to fetch water to put out the fire, as if a commotion had broken out.
“Go quickly, Your Majesty is in danger.”
Looking at the chaos in front of him, Alik was so anxious that he led a group of patrols to the tower.
As a Kingsguard, protecting the king is your first duty.
The fire appeared strangely, and we were in the enemy's castle. We thought it was all a conspiracy.
“Hiss!”
A deafening roar sounded, followed by a golden dragon flame rushing into the night sky like a volcano erupting
Alik’s expression changed drastically, and he looked towards the outside of the castle by the light of the fire.
At night, a bronze dragon head poked out of the city wall, its vertical pupils showing an almost insane rage.
Rumble —
The claw hooks on its wings clasped the city wall, and the bronze dragon slowly climbed up, crushing large buildings with its feet.
The dragon's snout with exposed fangs opened its mouth, and the golden dragon flames flowed like lava.
“Wormisor!”
Alik’s eyes were numb, and his heart seemed to have been hit hard by a battering ram.
A giant dragon, going crazy!
…
Outside the castle.
Under night, the desert is vast and vast.
An ugly mud dragon was lying on the sand, staring simply at a blackened mountain with its vertical pupils.
It was a mountain of rotting meat with the carcasses of thousands of cattle and sheep piled up.
Wormisor's dragon flames were of limited intensity and only scorched the surface, but failed to burn them all to ashes.
At this time, the sheep thief was extremely confused.
Looking at the charred mountain peaks.
Good news, there are many fat sheep out there.
Bad news, the rot is infested with maggots.
Sometimes, whether to eat or not to eat is also a problem.
The sheep thief arched his body and wagged his tail in boredom.
How unbecoming is it for a majestic dragon to eat rotten mutton?
Boom—
Suddenly, an explosion echoed through the night sky.
“Hiss?”
The sheep thief suddenly looked back, and the scene of the castle burning with fire was reflected in his vertical eyes.
Hesitate for one second, two seconds...
“Hiss!”
The sheep thief reacted suddenly, scrambled out of the sand in a panic, and flew into the night sky.
Fast speed and flexible movements.
It has a sense of déjà vu.
…
Tower, inside the hall.
“Push, harder.”
Aemond suppressed his face and turned red. His whole body pressed against the door and arched outwards.
Viserys roared and pushed the door open despite the shouting and killing sounds behind him.
The solid wood door remained intact.
According to the tradition of Westeros, castle gates are usually as strong as they are. Two solid wood door panels that are three meters high and twenty centimeters thick are wrapped with a thick iron sheet. You can imagine the weight.
The father and son, one old and one young, used all their strength to push open a crack.
“Damn it, why is this door heavier than the Red Fort gate and is it blocked outside?”
Viserys was so frightened and angry that the wound on the tiger's mouth burst open, and the wounds all over his body began to ooze blood.
Poof!
A hidden arrow flew and hit a guard in the head.
As soon as the melee started, there were already casualties.
“Your Majesty, the front door cannot be opened, please go to the back door.”
Elic stabbed an assassin to death with one sword and shouted with his thoughts.
Viserys had already had this intention, so he dragged his son and staggered away.
He realized that this was an assassination targeted specifically at him.
The Dornish people abandoned the castle, conspiratorially seduced the army to move in, and left a secret passage in advance for a sneak attack.
“Father, there is a dragon roaring outside.”
After the initial panic, Aemond gradually regained his train of thought and heard the roar of the dragon outside the tower.
It's not a sheep thief, that guy can't be caught all day long.
The roar is loud and full of mania, and there is no other dragon except Wormisor.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Viserys had no time to speak, and a wave of hidden arrows was fired quickly.
“Run!”
Thanks to the fast running of the father and son, they managed to avoid each other narrowly.
A crossbow bolt almost flew over Aemond's head, bringing down a strand of silver-gold hair.
Viserys was completely panicked, staggering and almost falling.
Of course he could hear the roar of Wormisor outside.
It seems that the fire and chaos disturbed it and aroused the irritability of this bronze giant.
The connection he established with Wormisor was average, not enough to awaken the other person's sanity from a distance.
In just a short moment, the situation changed again.
The Dornishmen upstairs fired their crossbows and went downstairs to join the melee.
Especially the leader, who rushed straight towards Ilic, who was fighting bravely, and slashed the opponent's breastplate with a knife.
Zila drew a spark, leaving marks on the steel armor.
“Drink!”
The Ilicti sword slit the throat of an assassin and resisted the blow.
The special armor of the Kingsguard is almost the highest-grade armor in Westeros.
Thanks to this armor, he was able to survive among the assassins.
The leader of the group called the two assassins with stern eyes: "Go and deal with the target first."
"yes!"
The assassin heard the sound and moved, leaving behind the beaten helmeted guards, and went straight to the Targaryen father and son.
“Father, go quickly.”
Seeing this, Aemond pushed his father to speed up.
Long is not around, and the number of guards is insufficient. He is the only one who can protect his father.
Look sideways.
Viserys had cold sweat on his forehead, and the pain in his body made him grimace, but he managed not to fall down.
"kill him!"
Two assassins came up to him and struck with their swords.
"Leave far away!"
Eamond is not big in body but not timid in courage.
Picked up a stool leg and threw it out, grabbed his father and ran away.
The assassin chased him, and the father and son ran away.
The road to the back door was blocked, so Aemond could only drag his father and run back to the door.
Fortunately, the assassin's crossbow bolts were used up.
Don’t worry about being hit by hidden arrows.
The cost was two assassins who were chasing after him, with machetes poking at his buttocks.
A knife slashed across his back, and the green cloak tore.
Aemond's heart was in his throat and he subconsciously tightened his buttocks.
These Dornishmen were probably out of their minds and dared to openly assassinate him and his father.
Father has a problem tonight. The eldest brother Rhaegar will succeed to the Iron Throne tomorrow.
With the eldest brother’s character of equality for all beings, Dorn still wants to have good fruits?
It is difficult to forget that Queen Rhaenys was killed in battle, and Dorne experienced the dragon's wrath for several years.
The Dornish people obviously don't think that much.
The assassin’s face is covered with only crazy eyes, chasing the target.
War has broken out, who cares about the consequences.
Assassinate a king and their deeds will be remembered throughout Dorne.
—
As soon as he ran to the gate, Viserys fell into a trance and fell heavily to the floor.
“Father!” Aemond exclaimed.
“One for each person.”
The two assassins looked at each other, raised their knives and stabbed the father and son.
“Stop!”
At the critical moment, Ilic swooped in and knocked an assassin away.
Aemond's breath shortened, and he reached for his father's waist and held something hard.
唰—
A flash of black light flashed, and the clan sword, Black Fire, was unsheathed.
He did not cut the assassin's neck or stab him in the chest.
Eamond waved his hand casually, blocking the scimitar and delaying it for a while.
“Eamond, leave me alone and run upstairs.”
Viserys slumped to the ground, urging him dizzy.
Drinking and frightened, he was already weak and could no longer run.
At the critical moment of life and death, he hoped that his third son could survive.
"Father."
When Aemond heard this, his eyes couldn't help but turn red.
He thought that his father only liked his eldest brother and would never care about his son, who was neither high nor low in ranking.
Viserys said urgently: "Run quickly and find your elder brother. Rhaegar will avenge me."
The entire city of Yronwood is unsafe.
He hoped that the three sons would ride on the dragon and seek shelter quickly.
“No one can run away.”
Listening to the true dialogue between father and son, the assassin sneered maliciously and swung his knife again.
A few steps away, Ilic was fighting with another assassin.
Finally broke the opponent's neck, and the other assassins came in a swarm after killing all the guards.
“Die, Targaryen!”
The assassin yelled.
(End of this chapter)
