Chapter 351 Yulong

"Your Majesty, how much your people love you!"

On the highest step, Hizdahr shouted with an exaggerated expression.

At the same time he held out a hand, beckoning Daenerys to come up and take it.

Daenerys stopped where she was and didn't move, she just looked at him quietly, with a cold look in her violet eyes.

This look made Hizdahr's heart tighten, and the smile on his face gradually froze.

He shouted again, but saw that the queen still didn't move.

The green saintess also realized that something was wrong. She exchanged glances with a saintess in a red robe next to her, and then the two walked down the steps at the same time, preparing to meet the queen.

At the bottom of the steps, Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah exchanged glances, and they also started to climb up at the same time.

Hizdahr said something again, but it was lost in the cheers of the crowd.

The Unsullied started to move, countless blue and black helmets were approaching the steps, and the spikes on them shone with a chilling light under the scorching sun.

The green maiden's complexion changed drastically, and she let out a roar.

The nobles of Meereen on the steps began to commotion.

Hizdahr turned his head abruptly, and was about to speak.

A shadow passed over his face.

The commotion and shouting ceased, and all voices fell silent.

Everyone's eyes are looking at the sky almost at the same time.

Daenerys also raised her head, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, why is it not a white dragon but a black dragon?

But the next moment, her heart was filled with joy.

It's Drogon!

It's back!

The black dragon hovered over the temple, it was covered in black scales, only its eyes, horns and back were blood red.

Among Daenerys' three dragons, it was already the largest, but the recent period of wild life made it even more majestic, with black jade-like wings spread a full thirty feet.

The green maiden froze in place, her heart pounding. Before she could decide whether to continue with her original assassination plan, another bigger shadow shrouded it, almost covering the entire temple.

Caesar!

And his white dragon!

If the appearance of Drogon caused commotion, then the appearance of Cleopatra caused panic.

The white dragon arrived first, and flew over the crowd quickly. The sound of flapping its wings was like thunder.

The scorching warm wind blows people to and fro.

Hizdahr scrambled and scrambled back to hide, and the Meereen nobles around him scattered away, revealing soldiers holding spears, armor and wearing harpy masks hidden behind.

Seeing them, Daenerys immediately realized that these Meereen nobles were planning to kill her at the wedding too!

But in front of the giant dragon, such a small number of soldiers can't make any waves at all.

Sure enough, as a black and red flame spewed out from Cleopatra's mouth, a line of fire was drawn in the air, instantly devouring the nobles of Meereen at the top of the steps and the soldiers behind them.

Screams and shouts rang out.

Through the three wide steps, Daenerys felt the raging heat wave on her face, and looked at Hizdahr who had turned into a fiery man, the slave master who was about to marry her, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Gods!" The green maiden collapsed on the steps, wailing, "Save your people!"

She shouted in the direction of the Temple of Holy Grace, as if there really was a **** inside.

The nobles ran frantically, screaming and shoving, trying to escape the hellish sea of fire, and many of them tripped over their cumbersome tokar robes.

Smart ones also know how to take off the toca robe, lose dignity and aristocratic demeanor, just to stay away from the white **** of death that descended from the sky.

The crowd outside the temple also began to boil, screaming, cheering, and cursing mixed together.

The Unsullied surrounded the temple, with spears and shields in their hands, and when they saw the nobles running down the steps, they began to slaughter mercilessly.

The white dragon landed heavily on the top of the steps, its huge body shook the entire temple, cracks covered the surface of the stone steps, and the foundation of the temple seemed to be crumbling.

The black dragon also landed, but it seemed to be hungry, and actually stretched its claws into the charred corpses and began to eat.

"No!" Daenerys rebuked angrily.

"Gods!" The green maiden spat out, "It's eating people!"

The screams all around suddenly became high-pitched.

A soldier wearing a harpy mask rushed out of the flames, holding a spear, and rushed madly at the black dragon Drogon.

Perhaps he had heard the name of the girl who died under the flames of the dragon, perhaps he had realized that it would be difficult for him to escape from the Temple of the Holy Grace, so he wanted to fight before he died. If he succeeded in slaying the dragon, he would be named Stay forever.

Compared to the huge and formidable white dragon, the black dragon seems to be easier to kill...

The Meereen soldier raised the red gauze at his feet, and rushed towards Drogon at a very fast speed.

What greeted him was a fiery black and red flame.

But his actions seemed to resonate, and three or four soldiers rushed up with spears in their hands, trying to fight desperately.

Drogon flapped two of them flying with his wings, and knocked down one with his tail, but the fourth person took the opportunity to climb up the dragon's spine and stab the iron spear point into the back of the dragon's neck.

Daenerys and Drogon scream at the same time.

Fortunately, there were scales to protect the spear from getting stuck, and it didn't penetrate deep into the flesh, but Drogon still arched his body and roared angrily.

Its long neck bent back, and it bit the Meereen warrior on its back.

"No" the dragon slayer only had time to roar, before Drogon twisted off the upper half of his body and threw it away like a mouse.

"Kill it! Kill it!" The green maiden screamed frantically.

White dragon Cleopatra has turned her head, spouting raging flames, drowning several fish that slipped through the net.

The black dragon Drogon became more and more frenzied, his huge wings were fully spread, and he kept flapping his fans, raising waves of smoke and dust.

Daenerys felt its pain and was about to rush over.

But Ser Jorah, who came over, grabbed her arm tightly: "Don't go! Your Majesty!"

Ser Barristan also stood in front of Daenerys: "Your Majesty, this dragon is too dangerous!"

Daenerys subconsciously went to see Samwell.

The man stood proudly on the back of the white dragon, and turned his head just in time.

Looking at each other, Samwell shouted:

"Don't be afraid of Dany! You are the blood of a true dragon, a born dragon knight! Show your courage and conquer this dragon!"

When Daenerys heard that, she immediately broke free from Ser Jorah's hand, then pushed away Ser Barristan who was standing in front of her, and ran towards the black dragon with big strides.

Flames streamed down the steps, burning off her sandals.

But Daenerys didn't stop, but ran faster.

The flames licked the soles of her pink feet, and also ignited the courage in her heart.

The world in front of me seems to slow down suddenly.

The spear of the dragon-slaying warrior just now was still on Drogon's back, shaking with the flapping of the dragon's wings, and hot smoke rose from the wound.

"Drogon!" Daenerys yelled, "Drogon! Look at me!"

It turned its head, smoke lingered between its teeth, and a scarlet flame was brewing deep in its throat, as if it was about to burst out.

"No!" Daenerys stumbled up to Drogon, but her petite body seemed to contain enormous energy, "Don't you know me?"

The black dragon poked its head down, its huge mouth almost touching Daenerys' head.

Hot breath blows the red veil off her face, and Daenerys can see her own reflection in Drogon's lava eyes.

So small, so fragile, so frightening...

No! I can't let it see my fear!

Daenerys looked directly into the eyes of the black dragon, and angrily said:

"Drogon, get down!"

The black dragon roared again, and the fiery airflow almost sent Daenerys flying.

Samwell frowned, and was about to go to help, but Daenerys reached out and patted the belly of the dragon.

"No!" she snapped, "Drogon! Get down!"

The black dragon flapped its wings again, once, twice...then folded them and prostrated themselves on the ground.

Daenerys' heartbeat finally eased a little, she jumped onto the dragon's back, grabbed the spear and pulled it out.

The tip of the spear has melted, emitting a hot red light.

A few drops of black blood flowed from the wound, falling on the stone steps and turning into smoke.

Dragon is flesh and blood made of fire, Daenerys suddenly remembered this sentence.

me too. She raised her head and looked at Samwell, who gave her a thumbs up and gave her an appreciative smile.

Daenerys laughed too.

Drogon flapped his black wings, and the colorful stone steps were thrown suddenly under his feet.

Daenerys only felt dizzy for a while, she couldn't help closing her eyes, and hugged the dragon's neck tightly.

When she opened her eyes again and looked down through the smoke, she saw that the Temple of Holy Grace had become a sea of flames.

The nobles of Meereen were either consumed by the flames, or died by the swords of the Unsullied waiting in battle.

Countless free folk of Meereen scattered around like ants.

The sea of flames was still spreading, orange red and scorched black were intertwined, a huge white figure suddenly soared into the sky, and soon came to Drogon's side, keeping pace with it.

Samwell sat on the back of the white dragon and shouted at her:

"How does it feel to ride a dragon?"

"Great!" Daenerys laughed and responded, "It's like stepping on the world!"

As she spoke, she untied the tokar robe on her body and threw it into the air.

The strong wind in the sky pressed the thin gauze tightly to her body, revealing her exquisite curves.

The long silver-gold hair was raised back, and the whole world seemed to be reflected in the violet eyes.

Samwell looked at the flame-elf-like beautiful girl in front of him, and was about to say something when he suddenly heard a hurried horn sound.

He immediately looked down, and saw a dense army appearing outside the four gates of Meereen at the same time.

"The Yunkai'i are attacking!" Daenerys exclaimed.

"Don't panic..." Samwell had just finished speaking halfway, when another low-pitched horn sounded.

This horn is completely different from the previous ones. It seems to come from the abyss of hell. The terrifying sound pierces into people's ears, as if to ignite the flesh and blood.

Moreover, after hearing the horn, the white dragon and the black dragon suddenly became restless.

Samwell was startled suddenly, and suddenly turned his head to look west.

I saw a fleet appearing on the white wax-like sea.

A banner emblazoned with golden sea monsters flapping their teeth and claws in the wind.

(end of this chapter)