Chapter 448: Aemond the One-Eyed
Chapter 448 One-eyed—Eamond
Aemond was so frightened that his whole body trembled.
But when I think of my father behind me, my legs feel like they are filled with cement and I can’t lift them up.
Subconsciously, he raised his sword to block.
Hang!
The scimitar swung down, and the black fire was knocked away.
The assassin looked ferocious and continued to swing his blade.
Emond's eyes widened, he raised his hands desperately to stop, and his body fell backwards.
Before he raised his hand, the scimitar was right in front of him.
—
The tip of the knife grazed his forehead and opened one eye quickly and hard.
Eamond's whole body froze, his left eye was bleeding profusely, and he immediately let out a scream.
"ah!"
Then, he fell to the ground with a thud.
“Eyes! My eyes!”
Aemond was extremely miserable. He covered his eyes desperately, and blood seeped out between his fingers.
The assassin was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the kid would avoid him.
“Eamond!”
Viserys saw his son getting injured in front of him, and rushed towards him heartbroken.
Aemond shook his head violently, ignoring his father's shouts, and his body twitched uncontrollably.
pain! Heart-breaking pain!
One eye was cut open, and his left eye felt dark, as if a big hand was ravaging the pain nerve.
He wanted to cry and miss his mother and sister.
He heard his father's shouts in his ears, and the sound of beatings from far to near, all forcing him to be strong.
At the critical moment of life and death, the figure of my elder brother suddenly came to mind.
He once heard from his eldest brother that when he was a child, he lived on the Crab Claw Peninsula and conquered all the savages.
At the beginning, he lost the protection of the dragon and was captured by lowly savages.
Show weakness, submit…
Find the right opportunity to counterattack!
The assassin gave him a cold look, and others gathered around him, raising their scimitars one after another.
The Targaryen who is rumored to be the closest to a god, the unattainable Dragon King, is now just a lamb to be slaughtered.
Aemond gasped crazily and huddled in his father's arms. His remaining right eye caught a glimpse of the dragon-horn dagger on his waist.
The clan sword Black Fire was knocked down and is temporarily out of reach.
The assassin kicked the black fire away, and the scimitar stopped slashing and stabbed straight away.
Let’s see how you hide this time.
"No!"
Ilic was surrounded by several assassins and was covered in blood. He screamed uncontrollably when he saw this.
The scimitar keeps moving forward, the tip of the blade flashing with a cold light.
A flash of madness flashed in Aemond's eyes. He quickly overturned his father and pulled out the dragon-horn dagger.
“Go to hell!”
He struggled to his feet, kneeling and crawling, and stabbed the scimitar with the dagger.
The swords and lights intertwined, and the entire hall fell into deathly silence.
Ilik almost went crazy, looking at this scene in disbelief.
The Assassins were so excited that they wanted to kill a Targaryen with their own hands.
Before everyone changed their mood, sudden changes occurred.
“Hiss…”
The door exploded with a bang, and two heavy wooden boards flew upside down instantly.
Before the assassins could react, they were knocked away by wooden boards and their heads were smashed on the spot.
With a burst of smoke and dust, there was a rumble at the door.
A shriveled dragon head rushed into the hall. The horns covered with hard horn crushed the door frame, and a pair of brown vertical pupils were revealed in the dust.
Cold, violent, and penetrating the resentment of the heavenly spirit.
Next second!
“Hiss…”
Brown mud-colored dragon flames surged straight into the hall.
The assassin wielding the sword had his back to the dragon. Before he could turn around and glance at the dragon, a ball of dragon flame hit his back.
A bang.
The dragon flames exploded like gunpowder and engulfed the assassin, and his weight was reduced to zero in an instant.
The second before the dragon flames came, there was the sound of a sharp blade breaking through the body.
Aemond's face was covered in blood. Before he could be stabbed by the scimitar, he stabbed the dragon-horn dagger through the assassin's vagina.
Wow!
Just as he succeeded, the brown dragon flames collided head-on.
Eamond closed his eyes tightly and fell to the ground like a dog eating shit.
Viserys behind him was not slow in his movements. He turned over to protect his head and clamped his buttocks with his legs.
The dragon flames were like specks of mud, burning up a person, and the embers brushed against the father and son.
Emond felt a wave of heat sweep through his body, especially a chill down his spine, followed by a tingling sensation.
When he raised his head again, the cloak and clothes behind him were burnt, and his fair skin was burned and blistered.
With a slight movement, a strand of hair fell on the side of his face, with brown dragon flames burning at the end.
“Sheep thief!”
Aemond extinguished the dragon's flames and shouted with joy.
At this moment,
The sheep thief was lying outside the tower, and the huge dragon head squeezed into the hall, staring at a group of assassins with erect pupils.
“You can’t run away.”
Ilic was overjoyed, kicked away the besieging assassin leader, threw himself on the floor and held his head.
“Hiss…”
The sheep thief was so furious that he sprayed dragon flames into the crowd.
The dragon flames spread out in all directions, hitting a group of assassins in confusion.
Ilik was very lucky and escaped by lying on the floor.
“Hahaha, we are saved.”
Eamond cried and laughed, turned around and hugged his old father who depended on each other for life.
Viserys is in bad shape.
All the clothes on his back were burned, his long silver-gold hair ignited with sparks, and he fell into a coma.
Fortunately, his skin was not seriously burned. It was only red and hot, with pus and blood oozing out from cuts of various sizes.
Emond's eyes panicked and his hands froze in mid-air.
This was the first time he saw his father's body covered with cuts, and he didn't know what to do.
“Hiss!”
The door was broken open, and the roar of the angry dragon from the outside rushed directly to the eardrums.
Aemond gritted his teeth, dragged his father under the table and hid it, and ran towards the sheep thief.
As soon as he reached the door, there was a sound of gold and iron clashing.
Outside the tower.
A group of Dornish masked men rushed to the front yard, and Alec organized his men to fight with them.
There were so many masked men that they easily surrounded the patrolling soldiers.
Even a team of people rushed towards the sheep thief without fear of death, trying to kill the giant dragon whose neck was stuck in the door frame.
Boom! boom!
Outside the vestibule, the situation was even more chaotic. Wearing silver armor and white robes, Cole led more than a hundred people on a rampage. His robes were stained with blood and charred black.
Soldiers were scattered in various places, rushing to meet the enemy.
Hundreds of masked people rushed into the castle and ambushed the soldiers who were putting out the fire.
“Hiss!”
A bronze claw crushed a house, and its huge body flapped its wings randomly.
Boom—
A golden dragon flame spurted out, falling into a crowded alley without distinguishing between friend and foe.
Under the deep night sky, the city of Yronwood was in flames.
Wormisor's vertical pupils were full of violence, his body stretched across the city wall and approached the tower, spitting out dragon flames unscrupulously.
It senses the danger of its driver, which plunges it into an uncontrollable rage.
Whenever a human figure appears in front of you, whether it is an enemy or a friend, you will be given death.
the other side.
The city wall was trampled down by the dragon, and the defenders fled.
A group of masked men emerged from the darkness, opened the closed city gate, and let in a Dornish army of two thousand people.
There are two people headed by .
The one who wears the emblem of "Black Gate on the Sand" on his chest is Olivier Yronwood.
Hand a shield with a pattern of "yellow and crimson intertwined flames", he is tall and fat, Earl Haman of the Uller family.
Haman Uller had already expected that Wangzhong City and Tianji City in Prince's Pass could not stop the dragon flames, so he led his troops to Yronwood City in advance.
Although the two families are feuding, he is aware of Olivier Yronwood's war acumen.
With the dragon coming, Dorne can only learn the guerrilla tactics of its ancestors.
The Prince's Pass faces the Targaryen Crown Prince Regent, who has a great reputation.
He was certainly arrogant and did not dare to look down upon this young boy who had conquered the Kingdom of Three Women.
The target falls on the King of the Iron Throne on Bone Road.
With few troops and a weak character, he is a soft persimmon that is easy to pinch.
Cooperate with Yronwood City to use a "siege strategy" to lure the enemy deeper, and wait until tonight to catch them all.
Haman's eyes flashed with madness, and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Come on, chop off the heads of the king and the dragon!"
Tonight, he will also be a dragon slayer.
The Dornish soldiers cheered for joy, braving the risk of being trampled to death by Vormisor, and charged towards the flaming tower.
…
In the courtyard.
“Hiss…”
The sheep thief remained prone, supporting the tower with his wings, neighing and shaking his dragon head.
More than thirty masked men rushed in, clutching axes and spears to attack the dragon.
Bang!
The ax struck down, but the brown mud-colored scales were not damaged at all, and the cuticle on the surface was broken into pieces.
“Hiss…”
As the boy's comforting calls came from the hall, the sheep thief became more and more manic, his brown wings fluttering wildly.
Facing the huge size, the masked man looked like a reptile.
The dragon's wings waved casually, causing flesh and blood to fly everywhere, in pieces here and there.
“Kill! Slay the dragon!”
Even so, the masked man was still not afraid of death and desperately climbed onto the dragon's back to attack.
In the hall.
Aemond was impatient and tried to get close to the sheep thief's dragon head, but was frightened away by his teeth.
Sheep thieves do not believe in evil and resist the command of the driver, insisting on breaking down the door themselves.
“Prince, take your majesty away first, the Dornish people have entered the city!”
Ilik dragged his wounded body up and asked with a shaky voice.
The sound of killing outside is getting louder and louder, which must mean that the city gate has been lost.
"impossible!"
Aemond turned his head and roared, stubbornly saying: "The sheep thief came to save me, I will not give up my dragon, it will work with me to put down the rebellion!"
The dragon is everything to him, and anyone who gives up the dragon does not deserve the surname Targaryen.
Boom—
The courtyard gate was broken open, a puff of smoke billowed out, and a large number of Dornish soldiers poured in.
Emond's expression froze, his left eye felt stinging, and he took a deep breath.
The Dornishmen are breaking in!
“Hiss…”
The sheep thief roared, the dragon's head slammed against the stone door frame, and the wall gradually became loose.
“Sheep thief!”
Aemond saw it, covering his left eye with one hand and grinning painfully.
Outside the tower.
Haman Uller led his army into the courtyard and took the lead to surround the Alik team who was fighting alone. He turned around and stared at the sheep thief excitedly.
A giant dragon that was unable to move was simply blessed by the Seven Gods to become a dragon slayer.
“Charge! Restore the glory of our ancestors!”
Haman Uler's eyes were shining, he picked up two double-edged battle axes and led his team to charge.
The Uller family has oral traditions that a sharp ax can cut off a dragon's wings, and a spear can blind a dragon's eyes.
Don’t ask how to know.
Their family once dissected the remains of a giant dragon.
Hearing the cries of dragon slaying, Aemond was so confused that he rushed to the sheep thief and pushed its dragon head with his hand.
“Get out, get out quickly!”
He didn’t want to die, not his father, let alone this ugly monster.
With this ugly monster, he truly has dignity.
“Hurry up, you are here to save me, not to die!”
Aemond shed tears from his right eye and let out a mournful wail.
——
Suddenly, a strong wind mixed with the smell of ashes overwhelmed the city of Yronwood.
The night sky became deep, and the bright moon seemed to be swallowed by an evil god.
Alik, who was behind bars, was stabbed through the shoulder with a sword, and his body was tilted back and looking at the sky.
The desperate eyes suddenly glowed with light.
In the pitch-black night, two green lanterns the size of copper bells hung strangely.
A silver-haired young man stepped into the dark night, staring at the chaos with a frosty face, and opened his mouth slightly: "Dragon Flame!"
The wind is blowing and dark clouds are drifting.
A pitch-black dragon revealed its true appearance, the green lantern turned into vertical pupils, its fierce fangs were stained with blood, and its ferocious dragon kiss opened in a cruel arc.
Like a sudden thunder, the silver vase in the sky burst, and the green dragon flames symbolizing death poured down, pouring on the crowd below.
Haman Uller was the first to bear the brunt, and a pool of dragon flames hit his shoulder.
"ah!"
The green fire descended and howled across the land.
(End of this chapter)
