"Five against three..." Redd whispered to himself, but the corner of his mouth raised a cold arc.
On the surface, he was at a disadvantage, but he knew that quantity was not the only determining factor.
Although Black Dragon Ehm and Red Dragon Aegon are large, their movements may be slow because of this; as for King Ghidorah, although they are small and may lack experience, their combat power is not weak.
Each of his three dragons has been cruelly tempered, full of wildness and desire to kill, and their cooperation is far more tacit than ordinary dragons.
More importantly, the potential contained in King Ghidorah itself is an invisible deterrent.
Redd has absolute confidence in his dragon.
He is not a person who likes to wait passively, especially in this strange land, alone, with three giant dragons that can cause an uproar.
He knows very well the fate of "soft persimmons".
If he wants to gain a foothold in the complex political quagmire of Seven Kingdoms, if he doesn't show some color, no one will look him in the eye, let alone give him a stable territory.
Destroy the entire Targaryen Dynasty? That is an almost impossible task. It consumes too much energy, and it is too easy to attract the full force of the entire House Targaryen.
But occupying a territory of your own and establishing your own power? This is definitely feasible.
"Showing strength... is a must." Redd stared hard and made a decision. Negotiation? Wait until the fight is over.
Now, only strength can speak for itself. He gave the order loudly without hesitation, his voice echoing among the Ehm dragon's scales.
"Attack!"
As the order came down, the three giant dragons simultaneously let out a thundering roar. The sound was no longer a simple warning, but full of strong provocation and murderous intent.
Ehm spit out a small stream of black smoke, and Aegon raised its head, revealing its sharp fangs.
And the three young dragons opened their three mouths at the same time, emitting a creepy and weird neighing sound that was neither dragon nor beast.
The three heads seemed to be vying to express excitement and bloodlust.
The five Targaryen dragons are obviously not docile beasts.
They are also cruel and warlike dragons.
Faced with the naked provocation, Wormisor let out a majestic roar, and his bronze scales shone coldly in the sun;
Silverwing turned sideways gracefully, flapping its wings and bringing up a gust of wind, making a clear and clear cry;
Corakxiu was like a poisonous insect crawling out of hell, making a low and continuous hissing sound; Meleys was burning with red anger and roared in response;
Vhagar, the new member of the battle group, is a little old, but the huge body and the firm will passed down by Princess Laena also made it scream without any sign of weakness.
The two sides approached rapidly in the air, and the distance became shorter and shorter.
No words were needed, only the overwhelming smell of gunpowder and the hostile breath of the dragons filled the air.
A fateful fierce battle in the air is about to break out on this small sky stage.
Jaehaerys King originally hoped to resolve this potential conflict through communication.
In his mind, the sudden appearance of Redd may really be a glimmer of hope for easing internal conflicts. Even if there is only a glimmer of possibility, it is still worth trying.
He tried to raise his voice to convey his desire for peace,
But in the high altitude, the howling wind swallowed up his weak words almost instantly. Not to mention Redd, even the other dragon knights traveling with him might not be able to hear them clearly.
Redd, on the other hand, obviously had a different idea, or in other words, had a distrustful and preemptive attitude and directly chose to attack.
"Wait! Don't attack blindly!" Jaehaerys shouted again, trying to control the situation.
His eyes eagerly swept across the five dragons, especially Vhagar, who finally joined the battle group.
However, he soon discovered that the situation was out of control.
Princess Laena is just a child after all, and she has only tamed Vhagar for a few hours.
This House Targaryen is the oldest and largest dragon. Although it is surrendered to Laena, its wild and warlike nature has not been completely tamed.
Stirred by the provocative dragon roars of the other three dragons, its huge body seemed to be ignited, completely ignoring the comfort and instructions of the little master on the dragon's saddle.
Letting out a roar that shook the sky, his huge body was like an arrow, rushing towards the enemy at the front without slowing down!
Its huge mouth full of sharp teeth opened wide, revealing its sharp teeth, ready to give this reckless provocateur a head-on blow.
Laena turned pale with fright, and his small body was almost thrown away from the violently shaking dragon saddle.
She desperately tried to rein in the reins and issue instructions, but Vhagar was completely immersed in the fever of battle.
Redd looked at this scene coldly, with a trace of imperceptible ridicule flashing in his eyes.
This Old Dragon is indeed worthy of its reputation, but the little rider obviously cannot fully control it yet.
He did not hesitate at all, knowing that any hesitation now might put himself in a more disadvantageous situation.
He leaned close to Black Dragon Ehm's ears and ordered clearly in Valyrian that only they could understand:
"Dracarys!"
This command seemed to carry magic power, instantly igniting the black flame in Ehm dragon's body.
Almost at the same moment as the command was issued, the Ehm dragon's huge head suddenly raised, and a deep roar came from deep in its throat.
Immediately afterwards, a thick, black ink-like Dragonfire was like the fury of hell, with a pungent smell of sulfur,
It jetted out at an astonishing speed, blasting straight towards the Vhagar that was rushing at the front!
Facing the sudden attack, Vhagar showed its fighting instinct accumulated over hundreds of years.
Its huge body made an extremely dexterous rotation in the air, and then suddenly folded its wings,
It fell vertically like a meteorite, narrowly avoiding the deadly black flames.
However, the moment it dodged the attack, its huge head suddenly lifted up without any instructions from the rider.
A blazing and dazzling white Dragonfire has spurted out, with vengeful fury, and struck back in the direction of the attacker!
However, this fierce movement and counterattack was a nightmare for Laena on the dragon saddle.
Vhagar's movements were too violent. Although the dragon saddle was locked tightly, the strong inertia still caused the little princess to bump and shake violently on the dragon saddle.
If the safety buckle hadn't locked her body tightly, she might have fallen off the back of this huge creature.
Fear seized her momentarily, but looking at Dragonstone getting closer and closer below, as well as the enemy and us getting closer and closer, she bit her lip, and a trace of perseverance flashed in her eyes.
The battle has already begun.