"King's Landing," he walked out of the study, and the voice came from the corridor, "It's time to go there."
His voice echoed in the empty corridor, like the echo caused by a stone falling into a deep well, "While some people haven't reacted yet."
In the courtyard of Dragonstone, King Ghidorah's head was slightly raised, his golden eyes opened a slit, he looked at the sky, and then closed his eyes again.
The sun begins to set in the west.
When the sky completely darkened into dark blue and the last ray of sunset dissipated under the sea level, King Ghidorah had already woken up.
All three of its heads were raised, and its six golden eyes lit up in the dusk, like six lit lamps.
Its body stretched a bit, its wings slowly spread out, and its wingtips brushed against several trees in the courtyard that were blown crooked by the wind. Those trees swayed violently under the flapping of its wings, and flying Leaf and startled night birds fell.
King Ghidorah's breathing became heavier, which was the excitement that comes when one smells the wind in the distance and senses the signal of imminent departure.
Redd came out of the castle and changed his clothes.
The black, well-fitting leather armor had no emblems or decorations on it, but every piece of leather was polished smooth and tough, glowing with a dull luster in the dusk.
There was a sword hanging on his waist. The scabbard was made of black leather, and the guard was silver. The hilt was wrapped with a dark leather rope, which held it firmly in his hand.
He walked up to King Ghidorah, reached out and patted the nose of the head in the middle.
The head rubbed slightly under his palm and let out a low, contented whine, as if to say "I'm ready."
Redd turned over on the dragon's back and found the most familiar and suitable sitting position among the scales on King Ghidorah's neck. He clamped his legs together and held the two raised scales with his hands as fixed points.
He looked down at the courtyard below - Mesalia stood at the door of the castle, folding her hands in front of her, looking up at him.
There was no worry, no fear, no unnecessary emotions on her face, just a calm and calm look, like sending off a husband on a business trip.
"Three days." Redd said, his voice not loud, but still clear in the twilight, "Three days at most."
Mesalia did not speak, but nodded slightly.
King Ghidorah's wings suddenly spread out, and the body soared into the air from the courtyard. The wingtips brought up a gust of wind as they rose, blowing the remaining flowers and fallen leaves in the courtyard that had not yet been cleaned up, flying all over the sky.
Its three heads were raised high in the night sky, and its six golden eyes were staring at the Westeros coastline that was getting closer and shrouded in twilight in front of it. That direction was getting closer and closer, and the gray-white line was turning into a dark gray outline, into a raised tower, and into a burning light.
The entire sky transitioned from deep blue to dark blue, and then from dark blue to dark blue that was almost black, and the strip of lights on the sea surface was also getting closer and closer, revealing the entire city.
The moment King Ghidorah appeared over King's Landing, the setting sun was plating the entire city into a color like molten gold.
The three heads Dragon swooped out from the clouds. Under the sunset, the three heads glowed with a dark golden luster, like copper that had been burnt by fire.
When its wings were spread out, it almost covered half of the sky, and a huge shadow passed over the city wall, casting a moving darkness like a living thing on the streets and rooftops.
People in King's Landing raised their heads one after another. Some screamed, some fell to their knees, some picked up their children and ran into the house. Some stood there with their heads raised, their mouths half open, with a complex expression on their faces, mixed with fear and awe.
Over the years, the residents of King's Landing have seen a lot of Dragon. The dragon of House Targaryen will fly over the city wall from time to time, and the dragon of House Velaryon will also hover over Blackwater Bay.
But King Ghidorah is different. It is not one of those dragons that gracefully glides in the sky and can be appreciated as a scenery. Its appearance is like a golden mountain peak pressing over the city, making people instinctively want to retreat, want to avoid, and want to find something that can cover their heads to hide themselves.
That kind of fear is engraved in my bones. It's not the fear of Dragon, but the fear of something bigger, older, and more invincible than myself.
Just like a rabbit will instinctively stop running and huddle in place when it sees the shadow of an eagle passing over the grass, when King Ghidorah flies overhead, everyone who sees it will have an uncontrollable chill that climbs from the bottom of the spine all the way up the spine to the back of the head.
That's the instinct engraved in biological genes screaming: run, hide, hide.
King Ghidorah flew extremely fast. It took less than half a cup of tea from appearing on the skyline of King's Landing to arriving over Red Keep. Its three heads rotated simultaneously as it approached Red Keep, and its six golden eyes scanned the cities and buildings below, as if inspecting its own territory.
It didn't slow down, didn't hover, didn't make any unnecessary display movements, and dived straight towards the huge Dragonpit entrance below Red Keep.
The entrance to Dragonpit is located at the bottom of the rock mountain where Red Keep is located. It is a huge, abyss-like cave entrance. The surrounding ground has been worn smooth as a mirror by the trampling of Dragon in the past generations.
The moment King Ghidorah's body approached the entrance, it suddenly retracted its wings, changing from a giant with wings spread out to an arrow with wings folded, and accurately drilled through the hole that was slightly narrow for its size.
Then its wings spread out again, drawing a beautiful arc in mid-air, and the moment its feet touched the ground, it made a dull impact sound.
The impact was heavier than any sound made by a dragon falling to the ground.
The hard granite ground made a heartbreaking cracking sound under the tread of King Ghidorah's hind limbs, and several cracks visible to the naked eye spread from the place where its soles landed, like the cracks on land that has been dry for too long.
The gravel bounced up from the cracks, splashed around, and hit the wall of Dragonpit with a crackling sound.
King Ghidorah's forelimbs immediately supported the body after landing. The huge center of gravity of the body shifted from the hind limbs to the limbs, and a new set of cracks appeared on the ground.
The granite ground under its feet, which had been stepped on by countless Dragon, was as hard as steel. In front of King Ghidorah's weight, it was like a piece of shortbread hit by a heavy hammer. It shattered inch by inch and sank slightly, forming a shallow, uneven pit.
Redd jumped off the dragon's back, and his boots made a crunching sound on the broken stones.