Red Dragon Aegon took full advantage of his huge size and strength at this moment, using Silverwing as a weapon.
Wormisol's Dragonfire was also interrupted and deflected. The fatal flame originally aimed at Redd,
It just brushed against Black Dragon Ehm's thick dragon wings and caused a splash of sparks, but it did not cause any substantial damage.
In an instant, the situation on the battlefield seemed to have returned to the starting point, turning into a three-on-three confrontation.
However, the balance of power has undergone earth-shaking changes.
The three giant dragons led by Redd - Black Dragon Ehm, Red Dragon Aegon and the three-headed magic dragon King Ghidorah,
After a brief period of chaos, they have firmly gained the absolute upper hand by virtue of their numbers and their unique advantages.
Especially Black Dragon Ehm, whose huge body is slightly arched, like a volcano ready to go.
Be ready to spit out the devastating black Dragonfire again at any time, turning any enemy who dares to get close to ashes.
Seeing this disparity, as the king Jaehaerys, the last trace of luck in his heart was shattered.
He knew that they lost this dragon battle that related to the fate of the family.
As soon as Wormisor stabilized his body and shook off the blood, Jaehaerys immediately let him distance himself and turned to rescue his wives Alysanne and Silverwing.
He knew that if he continued to fight, not only would he not be able to restore the defeat, but he would lose his final strength, which would completely cut off House Targaryen's family fortune.
He used all his strength to shout hoarsely and desperately at the three menacing dragons in the sky and the riders on their backs:
Stop! Let's talk!"
Redd heard Jaehaerys's shouting and understood a truth: fighting can bring victory, but it cannot bring real rule.
If the fight continues, both sides will only pay a heavy price, and it will eventually turn into a life-and-death situation, which is not what he wants at all.
He comforted the restless Black Dragon Ehm next to him and made it temporarily put away Dragonfire.
At the same time, he immediately ordered Red Dragon Aegon to loosen his grip on Silverwing's tail.
Just as both sides paused temporarily and prepared to negotiate, everyone's eyes involuntarily turned to the sea below.
I saw huge waves beginning to surge under the originally calm sea surface.
Two huge figures, like ancient behemoths awakening from the deep sea,
Slowly crawled out from the bottom of the sea - those were Vhagar and Meleys who were shot down into the sea before!
I have to admit that the vitality of the giant dragon is indeed staggeringly tenacious.
Even after experiencing Dragonfire's burning and heavy falls, they still struggled to emerge from the sea.
However, the rider on the back was not so lucky.
On Vhagar's back, young Laena was pale, unconscious, and fell limply on the dragon's saddle.
On the other side of Meleys, Princess Rhaenys was desperately untying the dragon saddle and swimming over, carrying out emergency rescue of her unconscious daughter.
Her movements were quick and panicked, and her eyes were full of fear and worry.
The reason why Redd chose to stop the attack at this time was not out of mercy, but based on a calm and realistic judgment.
He knew very well that even if he could annihilate all the dragons and riders here, he would not be able to control the entire crumbling Targaryen Dynasty immediately.
The foundation of this dynasty is too deep, and people's popular support cannot be completely conquered by force.
Instead of spending too much here, it is better to consolidate your strength first, show your presence, and then defeat them one by one.
First capture the Wall, establish your own sphere of influence, and even - if possible - include the entire Northland.
Of course, he also knew in his heart that this last point might not be realistic.
But now, he must seize the opportunity in front of him. He has proved with his strength that he and the dragon under his command are a force that cannot be ignored.
This was his capital for negotiation and the starting point for his future actions. Therefore, he stopped the order to attack.
King Jaehaerys and his wife Queen Alysanne, regardless of their own fatigue and pain,
Immediately, at the fastest speed, driving the relatively intact Wormisol and Silverwing, they rushed to the sea.
They approached cautiously, rescued the riders who were still struggling in the sea, trying hard to keep Meleys and Laena above the water, and quickly brought them back to the familiar beach of Dragonstone.
On the beach, the sea water washed against the rocks, making a rushing sound, which was in sharp contrast to the deafening dragon roar and crashing sound in the air just now.
Both sides finally landed on the beach, maintaining a safe distance and facing each other coldly.
Redd Here, Red Dragon Aegon does have a lot of wounds torn apart by the dragon's claws, and the dragon's blood seeping out from under the scales stained part of the fur, but overall, it's not a serious problem.
But Black Dragon Ehm and the weird three-headed dragon King Ghidorah were almost unscathed.
Their huge bodies cast long shadows on the beach, full of oppression.
On the opposite side, the situation of Jaehaerys and his group seemed a bit miserable.
King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne relied on their rich experience and riding equipment and were not seriously injured, except for some scratches and fatigue.
However, the Wemisol and Silverwing they were riding were covered in wounds, with broken scales, scratch marks from the dragon's claws, and some places burned by Dragonfire, leaving scorched marks, making them look a little embarrassed.
As for the other people, such as Colakxiu who was knocked away and struggled back, as well as the soaked and pale Rhaenys and unconscious Laena who were just rescued, their appearance was even more miserable.
Because Lan Na'er had just experienced a life-and-death rescue, her face was even more pale at the moment, her breath was weak, and she seemed to be about to collapse at any time.
The entire beach was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, blood and despair, and the aftermath of the battle still weighed heavily on everyone's heart.
The wind on the beach carries the smell of salty sea water, blowing the gray hair of King Jaehaerys.
He looked at Redd across from him and the three war machine-like dragons behind him with complicated eyes.
In the end, it was he who broke the silence first, his voice slightly hoarse due to exhaustion, but still carrying the majesty of a king:
"You came to Westeros to find a place to stay, right?"
Redd raised a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth, without concealing his intention:
"I do have this plan. However, people like me who own a giant dragon don't seem to be very popular with local nobles like you."
He deliberately emphasized the second half of the sentence with a hint of provocation.
Jaehaerys directly ignored the obvious provocation in Redd's words.
As if he didn't hear the second part of the sentence, his tone was as slow as possible, with a hint of comfort:
"That's all a misunderstanding. How can we, who are both House Targaryen, have such a grudge?"