Chapter 262 Return

Bellerion spit out flames like a vent, drowning the several giant crossbows on the ground.

whoosh-

whoosh-

Then several spears flew into the air, but they were all crooked.

Then the black dragon roared under the command of Viserys, pulled up the height, spread its wings and flew back in the direction of the distant Pentos.

call.

call…

In the afternoon sun, the huge figure of the giant dragon is gradually receding, and the scales reflect the light of metal.

The chaotic Dothraki on the ground calmed down slightly, but still shot a few spears at the back of the black dragon as if to vent.

However, Bellerion had already flown to a very high distance at this moment, and the spear fired by the giant crossbow flew into the air and was castrated, and then fell down.

On the battlefield, the Dothraki warriors controlled the mounts under their crotch, combed the horse's mane with their hands, hugged the neck of the war horse, and comforted the nervousness of their partners.

Every Dothraki's best friend is his warhorse.

"This guy finally retreated."

And after the three Kao hiding among the clansmen saw the terrifying dragon spread its wings and fly away, Qi Qi let out a sigh of relief.

It was really a thread of life and death just now. If the Kaa riding on the dragon found them, or bad luck, the flames that happened to fall from the sky fell on their heads, then they really died.

This time the Dothraki united five khals, and the expedition plan of 80,000 Dothraki roaring warriors became a laughing stock. .

Fortunately, however, that didn't happen.

"It seems that those 'dragon killers' are still effective."

Although the giant crossbow did not hit a single shot, at least the raging dragon retreated because of this, which showed that it was still effective.

The three Kaos breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time their hearts were slightly excited.

It's good that such terrifying monsters still have something to fear, otherwise they really don't know how to fight this battle.

And on the other side.

The young king personally rode a dragon to fight, and one person blocked the aggressive Dothraki attack. The magnificent sight of the burning field shook people's hearts.

"ohhh!!"

Deafening cheers came from the city of Pentos.

The morale of the Pantos defenders instantly soared, and having a giant dragon to fight together was a great boost to morale.

In the bloody night half a year ago, although many people in the Pantos defenders have experienced that war in person.

But at that time, some of them were defenders who had surrendered on their knees, and some of them were mercenaries of the Wind Blowing Group at that time, and they did not directly participate in the battle of the Prince's Palace, so they did not have the most intuitive impression of the power of the dragon.

But now.

Including the crowded refugees outside the city of Pantos, they also witnessed this scene with their own eyes.

Their homes were all destroyed by the Dothraki, their families were slaughtered, their wealth was plundered, and now I can't help but tear up when I see such a scene.

And the cavalry that Jon Clinton led out of the city to cover the refugees also saw such a scene.

The gray-red-haired man took off the helmet on top of his head and held it in his arms. There was still blood on his face.

He took a deep breath, turned his head and glanced at the dragon returning to Pantos in the sky, and then took a deep breath.

"Enter the city!"

Step on.

Then the warhorse under his crotch was urged, and the sound of hoofs sounded, leading the cavalry who had left the city to cover the refugees and finally returned to the city.

"Close the gates!"

"Close the gates!"

And the commander of the city head also issued an order at this time.

creak-

Then the soldiers pulled the rope, the winch made a sour sound, and the huge city gate slammed shut.

With the closure of the city gates, the entire huge city-state was completely closed and became impregnable.

huh~

And Viserys rode Balerion to a wide open space in the city of Pentos enough to accommodate the dragon.

boom--

The dragon landed with a heavy sound, and the dust slowly drifted away. Bellerion stretched his neck slightly and let out a low roar.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Viserys patted Bellerion's neck lightly, then stood up from the black dragon's back, the armor on his body reflected light in the sunlight, and his long hair fell freely.

Then from the back of the black dragon, he finally jumped down along the broad wings.

Bang.

"His Majesty."

At this moment, a guard stepped forward to take the helmet that Viserys had taken off.

"Um."

Viserys also nodded, and then walked towards the city wall, exhorting as he walked.

"Prepare more food for Bellerion and let him rest."

Just now, Bellerion made great efforts, and Viserys naturally couldn't treat his partner badly.

Whether he can face two or three times his own enemies and defeat them depends mainly on Bellerion's performance.

"Understood, Your Majesty."

The guards who followed Viserys hurriedly nodded in agreement, and then ordered the logistical supply to bring two cows to Balerion 'Sir'.

Tread…

And Viserys also hurried up the city wall.

The soldiers on both sides of the road cast their fanatical eyes on him. They just witnessed the scene of His Majesty the King riding a giant dragon to turn the tide.

Viserys is now a figure like a god in their impression.

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty."

Viserys also nodded slightly.

At this time, Jon Clinton had also taken off his blood-stained armor and boarded the city.

He was holding the battlement with his hand and looking at the Dothraki in the distance, and then he turned his head when he heard the movement behind him, and saw Viserys approaching.

"His Majesty."

The gray-red long-haired man nodded and saluted, and Viserys also came to his side and looked into the distance.

After the baptism of the dragon flame just now, most of the Dothraki's arrogance was extinguished. At this moment, the morale has become a lot lower, and it seems that they are no longer ready to attack Pantos today.

Instead, he slowly retreated like an ebb tide, ready to be stationed first, set up tents, dig pits, and bury pots to make rice.

"Jon."

"What do you think is the probability of us going out of town to chase and defeat the Dothraki?"

And watching the distant Dothraki retreat, Viserys was silent for a moment, then turned his head and suddenly asked.

"No!"

"His Majesty!"

While Jon was thinking about other things, he was startled when he heard Viserys' words, and hurriedly stopped.

He knew that Viserys had beaten the Dothraki in the field, and he was quite confident.

However, the situation in Pantos is different today.

There are still many major problems.