Green Dragonfire Youyou.
Baelon is not afraid of Dragonfire, Dragonfire of Vhagar is not enough to hurt Vermithor, and naturally it will not hurt him.
But Dragonkeepers, who was protecting him, could not be saved.
The little dragon in front of him couldn't withstand the temperature of Vhagar Dragonfire.
Vhagar Open your mouth and spit out Dragonfire, and they will all turn into a burning candle.
In the critical situation, Baelon's thoughts changed rapidly.
Vermithor!
Vermithor is powerful enough to fend off Dragonfire for everyone and dragons.
Now Vermithor is very close at hand, falling from the sky.
But the entrance of Bronze Gate is blocked by Vhagar!
Laena is right in front of the door, causing Vermithor to spit out Dragonfire, unable to surround Wei and save Zhao!
Break the dome?!
No, that would take time, and a falling rock might kill him!
He doesn't have to do anything!
It's safest to stay where you are quietly.
Young Dragonkeepers's limbs were weak, and Baelon heard the sound of his teeth chattering and the sound of a spear falling to the ground.
But not a single Dragonkeepers left his side and fled for their lives.
In the blink of an eye, he said in his heart, "Vermithor, break the dome!"
Baelon pulled up the nearest Dragonkeepers, turned around and ran towards the deep corridor.
"Run!"
"Enter the corridor!"
The roar tore through the silence, and the Dragonkeeperss came to their senses from death and ran for their lives noisily like cockroaches.
Baelon rowed his short legs desperately while turning back and shouting, "Fly!"
He gradually fell behind the crowd. Suddenly, a strong arm suddenly picked him up, and the smell of sweat filled his nose.
Baelon was held in someone's arms. After a bumpy ride, he suddenly passed the crowd and ran to the front.
Above the dome, there was a huge explosion and tremor.
At the same moment, Gold Dragon's head turned, and his eyes moved between Vhagar and the fleeing crowd.
He screamed and flapped his wings, turned around lightly, and flew away like Vhagar.
Idiot!
Baelon opened his eyes wide.
He shouted in horror, "Fly up!"
Bright golden light leaps toward the dome.
Vhagar immediately changed direction and spat ruthlessly Dragonfire at Gold Dragon.
Dragonfire was like a sudden explosion of Wildfire, like a torrent rushing towards Gold Dragon. The torrent of green and red flames roared towards the dome, drowning everything.
At this time, Dragonkeepers, who was holding Baelon, flew forward and rolled into the corridor. The dim corridor was crowded with Dragonkeepers.
Baelon Can't see anything.
But he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, Gold Dragon was fine.
Dragonkeepers are okay, all of them are alive!
In desperation, Baelon hurriedly glanced at Dragonkeepers's face and could only comfort him with Valyrian, "Don't worry, Vermithor is already here!"
"You stay here!"
He hurriedly ran to the entrance of the corridor.
A golden light circled briskly across the dome.
Baelon was completely relieved.
Vhagar After spitting out a mouthful of Dragonfire, he turned his head and was about to continue opening his mouth.
Everything happens in just a few seconds.
At this time, Laena finally got into the palace through the gap.
Her obstructive skirt had been torn open, revealing her fair, strong thighs.
She opened her arms, took a few steps like a cow, and bravely jumped on Vhagar's mouth.
She pulled out the finely knitted long whip from her waist, raised it and shouted, "Stop, Vhagar!"
The whip struck Vhagar on the nose, and the dragon exhaled smoke angrily from its nostrils.
"Stop!" Laena raised the whip again without fear.
At this time.
The solid dome suddenly melted and flowed like beeswax. Along with the sky full of rubble and dust, a huge bronze dragon fell from the sky.
The giant dragon smashed into Dragonpit like a meteorite.
Vermithor's huge body stands high and fills the entire sky.
Vermithor stared closely at Vhagar. The giant dragon stretched its wings, and its wingspan that covered the sky and the sun was like a tall and strong bronze shield, strictly protecting the entire audience.
Stand firm and indestructible.
Baelon smiled and let out a sigh of relief.
He stood at the entrance of the corridor and smiled at Dragonkeepers in the darkness, "It's okay, everyone."
"You are safe."
"Stay here for now, don't go out." Baelon felt relieved and walked out of the corridor.
Dragonkeeperss were in a commotion, "Prince, this..."
Baelon stopped, he understood that they were not only worried about his safety, but also worried about their own safety after his accident.
So, he took off the heraldic ring from his ring finger and put it into the hands of Dragonkeepers who was holding him and running away. "This is the order of Prince Baelon."
"Stay here and obey my orders."
The fight between two giant dragons is tantamount to an irresistible natural disaster for those without dragons.
"And..."
Baelon said, "Please tell my father that you are all loyal and brave guards, and I want to reward you. These are my last words before leaving the corridor."
Dragonkeeperss looked at each other in silence. You looked at me and I looked at you.
With these words, no matter how angry King Viserys is, he will not hurt them.
Although Baelon doesn't think anything will happen to him, for Dragonkeepers, having these words is like holding a gold medal to avoid death.
After all, he had given them enough fear today.
If a word can calm a group of panicked hearts, why not do it.
Baelon slowly walked out of the corridor under the gaze of Dragonkeepers.
Vermithor is like a wall, separating Dragonpit. He cannot see Vhagar on the other side.
But behind Vermithor, a golden dragon was hovering under the dome. Gold Dragon neighed excitedly and landed in front of Baelon.
Baelon stopped walking towards Vermithor, with a smile on his face.
As soon as he raised his hand, Gold Dragon had already used his kiss to gently tap his forehead.
The warm, light touch is felt right from the forehead.
Baelon My heart became soft. It is really difficult to describe the feeling.
He raised his hand and wanted to touch this active little dragon, but the next second, a faint gaze fell on him.
He raised his head, but Vermithor lowered his head at some point. A huge shadow enveloped one person and one small dragon.
Those huge bronze dragon eyes were staring at his raised palm.
Baelon:...
Baelon's hand froze in mid-air.
Gold Dragon happily came forward and took the initiative to rub his head on Baelon's hand.
The next second, Vermithor's pupils stood up, and the light of the furnace lit up in his throat.
"Eh!"
"Eh!"
"Vermithor! Calm down!"