Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

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 Martell now.

His whole body was severely burned, 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 balls of white juice...

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

Because 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.

Garys kept apologizing and asked Daenerys to allow them to bring Quentyn's body back to Dorne.

Seeing their miserable appearance, Daenerys didn't want to worry about it any more, so she agreed.

Turning around, I 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 Rhaego'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 Dragon's Horn has not been sounded in the original work, so the specific use is naturally not clearly stated.

According to 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.

Needless to say Cleopatra, 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 suggests 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 and follow up. 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 you should 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.

After leaving 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 that the iron fleet flying the golden sea monster banner had already raised its sails, trying to escape from the waters of Meereen.

Samwell swooped down with the white dragon, and soon attracted the attention of the ironmen.

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 over the fleet a few times, looking for signs of Viserion, and at the same time wanted to wait 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.

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 around.

Whoosh—

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

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

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 and tried 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.

The 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 burst of flames 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 frightened the rest of the ironborn, and they fled in all directions, paddling their oars like mad.

Samwell ignored the small boats, but stared at another warship that looked like a flagship.

However, this time he was very careful, he drove the white dragon to a height of hundreds of meters, and carefully checked first.

Then, sure enough, another bed crossbow was seen at the stern of the ship.

Hum——

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 drove the white dragon to dive down again.

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

Without hesitation, Samwell rushed forward and pulled 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 and devoured the bed crossbow on the stern.

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

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

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

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

Marqiro didn't dodge or evade, and even smiled at Samwell.

Chi!

The huge sword pierced through the chest, the red 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 from his mouth:

"Everyone is mortal."

He took a breath and said again:

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