"We surrender! We surrender!"
"Where are your commanders?"
"No one has seen the earl or the other commander."
Gendry rode Balerion away from the battlements of the Golden Tooth without seeing the two commanders.
Balerion passed over the walls, paying no further attention to the chaotic battle.
"Dragonfire!" Gendry commanded. Roaring dragonfire struck the gates of the Golden Tooth, and a brilliant fireball blasted an irregular hole through them.
A wolf, then the wolf pack entered. The wolves' horn call was shrill and mournful.
Led by Nymeria, the vast wolf pack charged through the hole in the Golden Tooth and surged onto the battlefield.
The Golden Tooth was subjected to two supernatural powers at once: a magic dragon and a direwolf.
What an immense blessing that was.
Chapter 440: The Conqueror and Balerion the Black Dread
Beneath the dark curtain of rain, the dragon's roars rolled like raging waves, striking terror into all who heard them.
In terms of warfare, Westeros's history of war stretching back countless millennia, together with its abundant stone and forest resources, had caused sturdy fortresses and magnificent great cities to spring up everywhere.
There were also legendary kings who never were taken such as Casterly Rock, Storm's End, and Harrenhal, where one could turtle up inside the castle for years.
Although Riverrun and the Golden Tooth were relatively smaller, their defenses were also impeccably arranged.
But magic dragons-magic dragons were the miracle that changed warfare.
Flames lit the sky above the Golden Tooth, the brilliant black-red dragonfire like a demon's whisper.
"Dragonfire!" Gendry gave the command.
Gray smoke first spurted from Balerion's nostrils, and then he immediately opened his jaws.
Behind a row of sharp black teeth shone a furnace-bright sight, a hundred times brighter than a torch, followed by billowing dragonfire.
It was black-red