Chapter 117 The Fury of the True Dragon

The mobs swarmed into the dragon's lair like ants. At the bottom of the huge dragon's lair, two giant dragons had awakened. Thick iron chains locked the two giant dragons in their respective lairs. When the dragons saw the mob pouring into the dragon's lair, they immediately realized that something was wrong. The big-headed Sirikos immediately sprayed a stream of dragon flames at the crowd, and then Mogul, the purple-black giant. The dragon hung upside down from the roof of its lair, trying to protect its fragile belly.

The dragon flames instantly swallowed up the people who came in, and the dragon's lair quickly burned. The first batch of mobs that poured into the dragon's lair fell into the dragon's flames. The people on fire screamed and stumbled out, their flesh and blood from The blackened bones fell off bit by bit, but more people poured into the dragon's lair.

A man wearing heavy armor and unable to see his face rushed to Thrikos with dragon flames. The dragon had just killed a mob and killed each mob with its claws and tail, but it still ignored it. He hit the man whose whole body was on fire. The man stabbed the young dragon's scales with his spear. Sirikos roared in pain and turned his head to spit out flames, but the man was faster. He struck the dragon's head with an axe. , taking advantage of the pain of the giant dragon, he jumped up on the dragon's head, and the man locked his legs tightly around the dragon's neck. "Heavenly Father!" An ax hit the giant dragon's head hard, and the scales were torn apart by the axe. Sirikos struggled painfully. The young dragon tried to take off, but the iron chain caught it and even pulled it away. On to the ground. People with spears and swords gathered around.

"Kill it!" A mob stabbed the dragon in the abdomen with a spear. "Kill it!" A guy who looked like a hired knight slashed through the dragon's membrane wings with a sword.

The spears pierced the dragon's body one after another, and Sirikos roared in pain and kept spitting out dragon flames. But it is too young, and the power and range of the dragon flames cannot protect it. Even the scales are not as thick as those of its older counterparts.

"Holy Mother!" The man in heavy armor struck down with another axe. The battle ax shattered the dragon scales, revealing the flesh and blood inside. "Girl!" Hot dragon blood spurted out. "Old woman!" The dragon's struggle became more and more fierce, but the man never moved, and he struck again with the axe. "Blacksmith!", the dragon's skull leaked out.

"Warrior!", the dragon roared and tried to throw the man off again, but more spears were inserted into the body of Sirikos, even though their masters had been ignited by the dragon's flames or killed by the dragon's body.

"Stranger!"

With the last ax blow, the dragon's skull cracked instantly, and the battle ax was deeply embedded in Sirikos's brain. The giant dragon whined and fell to the ground.

Before the man could cheer, the dragon flames came from behind. Mogul cunningly built a wall with the corpses of the mob. It hid behind the wall and spit out a burst of dragon flames. The man who had not yet had time to celebrate his victory was engulfed in the raging fire.

"Kill that dragon!" When the mob was about to continue attacking Mogul, they found that no one came in behind them.

Instead, there were screams from outside the dragon's lair. Mogul saw the opportunity and sprayed a burst of dragon flames at the mob who stayed in the dragon's lair.

"The dragon is coming! The dragon is coming!"

Alec Cargall stared viciously at the giant dragons taking off one after another from the Red Keep, and stamped his feet unwillingly. The beautiful Yuewu Yilong with the crown of thorns took the lead and announced the arrival of the dragon with a slender dragon flame.

Joffrey finally made Rhaenyra make up her mind to ride a dragon to quell the rebellion. The children's method was very simple. Baeela directly pulled Joffrey and rushed down to Maegor's Tower, and went to the courtyard to ride a dragon to attack. Rhaenyra It took the Queen a moment to realize what the children were trying to do.

"What are you doing? Come back quickly, it's too dangerous! Ser Ilic, Ser Stephen, bring my sons back quickly!" Queen Rhaenyra screamed, trying to stop her sons and daughters from riding dragons to fight. But in the end, several ministers and Fool's Mushroom persuaded the queen.

"Your Majesty, if the mob is allowed to kill the dragon, the legitimacy and sanctity of the Targaryen family will be gone. My granddaughter and grandson all understand this." This is what Corliss said. Bartimus echoed the words of the sea serpent. "Your Majesty, the prince and princess's dragons are too small. They need your Syracuse."

"Your Majesty, if the mice find that they can kill a lion on a chain, we can't guarantee that they won't think about killing a lion in a stone wall." Fool's Mushroom jumped in front of the two white knights and stopped them. . said loudly.

Rhaenyra finally made up her mind. She kept up with her children and mounted her companion again.

Yue Wu flew at the highest point, continuously pouring flames onto the ground. Followed closely was Terexiu, a young purple dragon lying on the dome of the dragon's lair, constantly breathing fire at the mob trying to pour into the dragon's lair. Finally there is Syrax.

The yellow jade behemoth was flying above the crowd. The mob did not have a few crossbows and could not threaten the giant dragons high up.

"Everyone leave immediately!" Joffrey shouted: "In the name of Queen Rhaenyra I of the Targaryen family, I order you to leave immediately. As long as you leave, no one will be hurt!"

"Kill them, kill these monsters!" The shepherd's voice was still hoarse among the crowd. But what greeted them was the dragonfire of Syrax.

"Prophet, I'm on fire. It hurts!" A mob covered in flames screamed and rushed towards the shepherd, and the flames ignited the mad prophet's clothes. Dragon flames also burned on the mad prophet's body instantly.

"May the Seven Gods protect us!!! The warriors will eventually show up and kill the dragons!" The shepherd screamed in the flames, but another seemingly inextinguishable flame also poured down from the sky.

Rhaenyra finally breathed a sigh of relief. The blood-red snake-like dragon flapped its wings and flew over, its blood-red flames savagely plowing a long wall of fire in the crowd.

Daemon is back.

The prince's face seemed to be able to freeze, and he didn't even open his mouth, just letting Korakshu pour the flames on the heads of every mob surrounding the dragon's lair, whether they were squeezed in the crowd or trying to escape.

Alec Kagel sighed and walked silently into the wall of fire spewed by Korakshu. Syrax chirped happily and also spewed dragon flames at the crowd.

The shepherd screamed and turned into ashes in the flames. Seeing that no warriors appeared, the shepherd was just a mortal whose flesh and blood fell off in the flames. The mob collapsed. Some people squeezed out like crazy, some knelt on the ground and begged for forgiveness, and some simply jumped into the wall of fire.

Dawn finally arrived. The dragon cave, which had been noisy all night, finally became empty. The defenders of the gates of King's Landing and the gold cloaks who tried to break through the mob's defense line were greatly encouraged after seeing the dragon, and they cut a bloody path through the mob.

The entire dragon cave was full of corpses, and even piled up into a mountain. It smelled foul.

Syrax slowly landed on the charred dragon cave square, and Rhaenyra resisted nausea and walked down the dragon saddle. Korax also landed beside Syrax.

"What happened? How could King's Landing be so corrupted?" Daemon looked at the pile of corpses in shock. Until now, there were still gold cloaks executing the mob under the Rhaenys Hill, and heads fell to the ground one by one with pleas for mercy and wailing.

Rhaenyra was silent. She knew that the situation had deteriorated to this point, and she had an unshirkable responsibility. "The plague disrupted my plan, otherwise I could have started to gradually cancel taxes and improve the lives of the people."

"Plague?" Prince Daemon's face changed. "How could there be a plague?"

"I don't know." Joffrey walked out of the dragon's lair with Baena with a tired face. "Father, it was a sudden outbreak of plague." Little Joffrey glanced at his mother with some complaints. "Slycos died, and Mogul was slightly injured."

"What?" Daemon covered his face. A dragon was killed by civilians in his own territory. Daemon really didn't know how to describe this matter in words.

"The usurper is dead." Daemon calmed down and changed the subject. Rhaenyra's eyes lit up, as if the haze of riots was swept away in an instant. "Daemon, you are my great hero."

"Now, what we should worry about is the plague." Daemon looked at the pile of corpses and sighed: "With so many people dead, King's Landing may become a poison den. Your Majesty, we need to organize cremation as soon as possible."

Joffrey frowned and looked at the corpses at the entrance of the dragon's lair. Most of them had been charred to ashes, but a few were pressed underneath and were relatively intact.

The boy saw the corpses with blue lips and scratches all over the body. He was so scared that he quickly retracted his sight.

What Joffrey didn't notice was that many of the corpses in the square had similar characteristics, and some even had yellow pus on their bodies.

When the riot in King's Landing gradually subsided.

Dragon's Nest.

Dragon's Lair.

Shadow Nightmare and Storm Cloud stared at the ragged guys who were brought in by the city guards and Bishop Coelon, revealing their sharp teeth.

"Prince, I have pulled out the tongues of these heretics." Bishop Coelon stared at the ascetics viciously. "Their sinful voices should not exist in this world."

The leading ascetic suddenly struggled, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything because his tongue was cut off.

"I suggest that they be burned at the stake." Bishop Korren pointed at them and said, "Let the dragon punish them! Let them know how hateful their heresy is."

Rey smiled. He waved his hand to signal Shadow Nightmare to come over and gently scratched the skinny black dragon's chin.

"Okay. Shadow Nightmare, Dracarys"

The pale flames swept across the cave. Bishop Korren watched in ecstasy as the dragon flames turned the heretics into ashes.

"This is a miracle."

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