Under dusk.
At this moment, King's Landing and Dragonpit on Rhaenys Hills have never been so crowded and dangerous.
Daemon and his Blacks retreated to this place. When they rode the dragon towards the exit, a few rays of the last dusk sunlight slanted in, illuminating the flying dust.
And illuminated the huge shadow covered with gray-green scales blocking the exit.
Vhagar.
This Westeros, the oldest and largest female dragon, is lying at the only exit.
Her head was resting on her front paws, her molten gold eyes were open, and every long breath brought scorching air currents, spitting out sulfur-smelling white smoke.
And at the base of her bulging neck, sat Aemond·Targaryen.
The young man's figure looked unusually thin against the backdrop of the old dragon, but he was also straight and straight.
His silver hair remained undisturbed in the wind, and he was dressed in black and red armor, with dragon patterns gleaming on the armor.
He placed one hand casually on Vhagar's rough, rock-like scales, lowered his purple eyes, and smiled as he stared at Blacks who was blocked by him in front of him.
Next to him, the black baby dragon Lothron was moving uneasily.
He was only eight meters tall, and his scales were black and shiny. He was spreading his wings at this moment, making a sharp and provocative neigh, and staring intently at the larger similar creatures on the opposite side.
Daemon choked Coraxes.
The red and black snake-like dragon beneath him let out a low roar of dissatisfaction and stopped.
"Daemon." Rhaenyra's voice came from Syrax's back, trembling.
Her three sons, Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey, have also ridden on the backs of their respective young dragons.
Vermithor, Arrax, Tyraxes.
The three dragons are all small, the largest is only fifteen meters long, and the smallest is a little bigger than a war horse.
Daemon didn't answer, his eyes scanned the heights.
More than a hundred Hai House Tall soldiers stood on high stone platforms on both sides of the Dragonpit exit, holding bows and arrows.
Their faces were tense, the hands holding their weapons were tense, and their fear was obvious, but no one stepped back. The arrows and spear points were pointed slightly downward, aiming at them.
Dragonpit In the depths, those Dragonkeepers who were taking care of the dragon had already hid in the stone pillars and shadows.
"You little bastard." Daemon cursed in a low voice.
He weighed it in his mind and found that the space in Dragonpit was large enough, but there was only one exit, which was now blocked by Vhagar.
If you start here, Dragonflame will ignite everything, and the collapsed rock may bury all the dragons, including Sunfyre, Tessarion and Dreamfyre who are still deep in the lair over Greens. Will they die together?
Maybe. But Rhaenyra and the children will die first.
Coraxes felt the rider's tension, and white smoke with a burnt smell oozed from the scales on his neck.
He took a step forward. This aggressive male dragon was never afraid. Even facing the age and hugeness of Vhagar only aroused its fierceness.
Syrax made a clear but alert neigh.
The three young dragons whimpered between threat and fear.
Vhagar responded.
A low roar came from the depths of her throat, as if it came from the depths of the earth.
The sound made the air tremble, and stone powder fell from the dome.
Around him, Lothron's screams became louder and more rapid.
The smell of sulfur, the fishy smell unique to dragons, and the smell of dust mixed together, making it unbearably hot.
Aemond finally moved.
He raised his hand and patted Vhagar's neck very gently. It was just a simple movement.
Vhagar raised his molten gold eyes, his vertical pupils narrowed into cruel thin lines, and his eyes locked on the aggressive Coraxes.
Coraxes roared, its fangs exposed, and the white smoke became thicker.
"Quiet!" Daemon shouted.
His Blood Wyrm shook his head in dissatisfaction, but his roar was lowered, but his blood-red eyes were still staring at the old female dragon.
Daemon raised his head, looked through the dim space of a hundred meters, and looked at Aemond, who was looking down at them.
Aemond spoke first.
"His Majesty is unconscious."
"But he still has some explanations that he hasn't finished. Uncle, sister, why are you leaving in such a hurry now?"
Daemon grinned.
"If you don't leave, I'm afraid even the bones will be chewed clean by you."
"You arranged these things today, right?"
Aemond was silent for a moment.
Otto's rash action in Throne Room's coup was an anticlimactic coup...
"You can think whatever you want to think." He didn't bother to explain, and there was no emotion in his words.
"Get out of the way." Daemon said, the temperature in his voice suddenly dropped.
"Otherwise we'll end it here."
"Do you think clearly, how many dragons can this huge stone house withstand go crazy?"
"Sunfyre, Tessarion, Dreamfyre... they are all still inside."
"Brother!"
"Brother!"
The shouts of Aegon and Prince Daeron came from behind, with obvious panic.
Aemond shook his head. "If you dare to let this place collapse, I can guarantee that none of you will be able to fly out."
"Vhagar Stay here, this distance, this terrain... Uncle, you know very well who has the advantage."
He told the truth.
Coraxes may be able to deal with Vhagar in the open sky, but how about a head-on collision with Granny Vhagar's thick body and terrifying power in this cave with nowhere to move?
No chance of winning.
What's more, Rhaenyra's Syrax was as prolific as herself, but had no combat experience.
And that, the three young dragons are even more of a burden.
Now, Daemon's only chance is to kill the rider. Only by taking advantage of Vhagar's chaos can he have a chance.
But Aemond is obviously not an unprepared fool, not to mention, there is a second Young Dragon beside him.
Daemon looked at Rhaenyra.
Although Rhaenyra's face was pale, in addition to fear, there was an almost desperate determination in his eyes.
If forced to a dead end, she would also choose to die together.
At this moment, Aemond spoke again:
"His Majesty has an oral message."
Everyone was startled.
Aemond's eyes swept across Blacks, and finally stopped on Rhaenyra's face.
"You can go."
Then, Aemond raised his finger and pointed steadily at the three brothers Jacaerys.
"But the three of them, Jacaerys·Velaryon, Lucerys·Velaryon, Joffrey·Velaryon, are now the heirs of Tidepool Island."
"Their dragon must stay."
"This is the order His Majesty gave me before he fell into coma."
Dead silence.
Then, Jacaerys's voice exploded. "What did you say?!"
"You're going to take away our dragon?!"
Vermithor felt the owner's fury, raised his head suddenly, and let out a sharp roar, but in this huge cave, the roar seemed so weak.
Aemond said calmly again.
"I'm just conveying the king's orders."
"The king's order?" Rhaenyra was shaking with anger.
"Father is in a coma!"
"Aemond, in whose name are you?!"
Aemond had an indifferent face and said calmly, "If my sister and uncle still don't believe me, you can follow me back to Red Keep and ask His Majesty face to face."
Daemon also laughed at Aemond's shamelessness.
But suddenly, behind me!
"Roar!!!"
"Boom!!!"
The heavy footsteps and dragon roar came from the depths of Dragonpit.
Daemon and Rhaenyra turn back.
Deep in the dim cave, two huge figures were slowly approaching, guided by the Dragonkeeperss.
On the left are Prince Aegon and Sunfyre, all golden.
On the right is Tessarion from Prince Daeron, the scales are that blue.
Both dragons growled uneasily, their dragon eyes glowing in the dark.
"Sunfyre! This way!" Aegon shouted.
"Tessarion!" Daeron's voice also sounded.
When the two dragons heard their master's call, they became even more anxious and tried to move forward, but were blocked by Blacks's group of dragons.
Aemond let out a breath.
It seems that some Dragonkeepers still obey them.
Two adult dragons blocked their retreat inward.
Although Sunfyre and Tessarion are not as good as Vhagar, they are both adult dragons that can breathe out flames.
Adding Lothron... the situation becomes four versus five.
But, do those three young dragons have fighting strength...
Daemon's heart sank, like falling into an ice cave.