They need to move from Dragonmont in Dragonstone to Dragonpit in Volantis. The journey is not short and passes through the Narrow Sea and part of the land.
Only King Ghidorah can do this. No other dragon has enough power and deterrence to lead the entire group of dragons to complete such a long-distance migration.
It lowered its head and stretched its head towards Redd, its breath brushing the side of his face, with a sense of certainty that it already knew the content of the mission and was waiting for instructions to set off.
Redd patted the bridge of its nose, took half a step back, and released his hand.
The three heads of King Ghidorah raised up at the same time, spread their wings, and set off a wave of air with heat waves in the space made of volcanic rocks that was so high that the top was almost invisible.
It let out a low and long neighing sound, which echoed inside Dragonmont, passed through the rock walls and passages, and reached every pair of dragon ears that were being raised.
The first batch of Demon Dragon started to get up.
First, those closest to the central cave stood up, shook the dust off their wings, and then took a few steps in the direction of King Ghidorah.
Then came the smaller Demon Dragon in the farther passage. They were a little hesitant, unsure whether they should follow, but the second low cry from King Ghidorah dispelled their hesitation.
They came out one after another, as if being pulled by the same thread, and gathered into a denser and denser set of golden eyes in the cave.
King Ghidorah turned around and walked towards the exit of Dragonmont with a steady and calm pace.
The Demon Dragon group behind him followed it, like a slowly flowing river composed of scales and wings, meandering through the volcanic rock channel.
Redd stood on the edge of the platform, watching them pass in front of him, his eyes sweeping over the figures of different colors and sizes, as if taking inventory to make sure nothing was missing.
The last wave of dragons walked out of the cave, and the sound of footsteps gradually went up and away.
The figure of King Ghidorah has disappeared over the twilight sea, flying low along the coastline with the Demon Dragon group, moving in the direction of Volantis.
He also kept several dragons. Cannibal and Aegon stayed with Jaehaerys and Visenya. Of course, he would not take away these two dragons who had accepted each other with the children. The two children needed them as their earliest guardians.
Sheepstealer and Grey Ghost also remain on Dragonmont.
Sheepstealer was squatting on a ledge on the outside of Dragonmont, chewing a piece of half-cooked meat that he picked up from nowhere, and the tip of his tail was swaying, like a big cat basking in the sun.
Redd looked up at its lazy and contented look, put a little force on its feet, jumped onto the ledge where it was squatting, and landed a precise punch on its lower jaw - the force was not light, and with the precise force that he deliberately restrained, the fist hit the scales with a dull sound, like a blunt instrument hitting a thick wooden board.
Sheepstealer's head was hit so hard that the piece of meat in his mouth slipped out from between the teeth before he could swallow it. It fell to the ground below the ledge with a clatter, bounced on the surface of the volcanic rock, and then slowly rolled into the Rift and stopped motionless.
It was stunned for a moment, as if its brain was still processing the information of "what just happened". After a while, it slowly turned its head back, opened its eyes that were originally narrowed to a slit, and saw Redd standing in front of it, retracting its fist.
Its eyes opened to their maximum size, like two yellow lanterns that were suddenly lit up. The entire dragon dropped to the ground from a squatting position at an almost comical speed. Its forelimbs were extended, its hind legs were bent, its head was pressed against the rock face, and its tail was curled up at its side, like a dog being grabbed by the scruff of the neck, trying to show that it had no intention of resisting.
It was lying on the ground as if it was trying to embed itself into a crack in the stone. Its whole posture was silently repeating the same sentence: I have done nothing, I am willing to do anything, you have the final say.
Redd looked at its cowardly appearance, squatted down expressionlessly, reached out and patted the side of its neck, the force was much lighter than the punch just now.
"If something goes wrong with Dragon Egg, I will ask King Ghidorah to come back and skin you." He did not raise his voice, and his tone was as steady as stating a clause that had been written into the memorandum.
Sheepstealer's pupils dilated a little more, and the tip of his tail quickly swept the ground twice, as if he had understood the entire content of this paragraph, including the consequences hidden between the words.
In the distance, the sky outside Dragonmont has completely darkened, leaving only the last dim orange-red color in the west lingering on the horizon, unwilling to leave.
The shadows of King Ghidorah and those Demon Dragon legions have completely disappeared into the night, leaving only dozens of dissipating, faintly glowing water marks on the sea.
Redd jumped off the ledge and landed on the ground covered in volcanic ash, raising a small piece of fine dust.
He patted the dust on his hands, took one last look at Sheepstealer who was still lying on the ground and didn't dare to move, turned around and walked towards the exit of Dragonmont.
Behind him came the sound of Sheepstealer's scales scraping against the rocks as he tentatively turned over but didn't dare to make too much noise. Then it quickly disappeared, as if the dragon had carefully repositioned itself back to the position on the ledge where it had just lay down after confirming that he had gone far.
In the distance, the laughter of Jaehaerys and Visenya came faintly through the night wind, mixed with the deep and steady breathing of Cannibal, like the long and gentle breathing rhythm of the island in the twilight.
The conference hall of Dragonstone Castle is located on the second floor of the main building of the castle. It has a row of narrow windows facing east. The morning light pours in obliquely from those window holes, cutting parallel strips of light on the dark oak tabletop.
There are several parchment rolls spread out on the table that have been read many times. The edges are slightly curled, and there are several creases that have left dark traces of wear and tear after being repeatedly unfolded and closed.
There were fine dust particles floating in the air, floating slowly in the light beam, like tiny creatures frozen in the air by the light.
Blackwater Bay in the distance spread out outside the window frame, calmly, like a tabletop paved with gray-blue silk. Only the occasional fishing boat sailing out from the port dragged a slender white trail, drawing a short water mark on the sea.
Redd is sitting at the main seat of the long table, leaning against the back of the hardwood chair, but his posture is not relaxed.
He rested his elbows on the armrests, tapping the edges of the documents with his fingers, and his eyes fell on the deployment documents that had been reviewed repeatedly.
He had gone through the arrangements for the transfer of government affairs and the stay of the army one by one last night, and now only the last few confirmation documents that needed to be signed and sealed were left.