Three Great Dragons bore their riders in a dive toward the Dothraki tide, now thrown into chaos.
"Blooddance, Dragonfire!"
Liu Qian gave the order amid the roaring wind.
"ROOOAR-!!!"
Blooddance answered him with an eardrum-shattering roar.
Deep within the throat of the blood-red Great Dragon, the largest and most violent of the three, a fierce red glow flared once more, like the core of a hellish furnace.
Rather than choosing the front line fighting Liu Qian's army, Blooddance targeted a distant mass of Dothraki cavalry regrouping to skirt the deep trap trenches and launch another charge.
BOOOM!!!
A torrent of blood-red Dragonfire, thicker, more viscous, and more terrifyingly hot than before, erupted from Blooddance's hideous maw.
The Dragonfire swept across an area dozens of feet wide.
The air ignited instantly with a piercing shriek.
Riders struck directly by the Dragonfire were carbonized along with their horses in an instant, like wax figures cast into a furnace, and reduced to drifting ash.
Those caught at the edges instantly became wildly flailing crimson torches, uttering inhuman, agonized wails as they twisted and melted in the extreme heat.
Terrified warhorses reared and threw their riders, who were then mercilessly trampled beneath the surging hooves behind them.
In an instant, that area became a charred, smoking zone of death, reeking of burnt flesh.
At least dozens of elite Screaming Warriors, along with their beloved warhorses, were obliterated by a single breath from Blooddance.
Blooddance's Dragonfire did more than physically burn; it also struck at the will, terrifying all who witnessed it.
Where it plowed through the land, it left a charred, smoking road of death that gave off the pungent stench of sulfur.
Elsewhere, Jelena rode Silverfall over a group of horsemen harassing the infantry formations with dense volleys of arrows.
"Silverfall, Dragonfire!" Jelena's