Chapter 455 Dragon's Wrath

"Oops."

With red and white hair, the face of the faceless leader wearing a mask suddenly changed.

He did not expect that the white dragon Viserion would come back so quickly. Judging from their intelligence, Viserion should not have returned so early.

"quick!"

"escape!"

Immediately, the leader of the Faceless said in a hurried tone. The tacit understanding between the Faceless is very deep. Needless to say, everyone knew what to do now, and fled in an instant.

A giant dragon who is only a teenager is not something they can provoke.

Viserion's length and weight were not as good as Balerion's, but it still had a length of more than ten meters. It flew in the sky like a floating island, its figure covered the sky, and its roar shook the sky.

Viserion's figure swooped down from a distance, and the Faceless below instantly scattered like birds and beasts, escaping in all directions of the woods, using the dense trees as cover, trying to distract Viserion's attention.

However, what greeted them was the overwhelming dragon flame pouring down.

rumbling—

Intense flames fell from the sky and impacted the ground, like cutting a piece of cake, dividing the lush forest in half, and in an instant a huge fire burned.

The white-gold dragon Viserion was furious. It only left the dragon's lair for a short period of time. The younger generation it took care of was attacked by humans, which made Viserion feel a great shame and released his own anger.

A faceless man was running at high speed, and at the same time kept turning his head to look at the sky, because the dragon was staring at him.

Immediately, he saw the dragon flame spewing out like a conjuration. The clothes on his body suddenly collapsed and fell to the ground with a clatter, while the person under the clothes disappeared without a trace.

The next second, the dragon flames that fell from the sky poured down, madly impacting the ground and burning the clothes to ashes.

"what--"

At the same time, a faceless man with an unknown code name made a shrill scream in the surging dragon flames.

The clothing all over his body, including the human skin on his face, melted. The high temperature caused his skin to instantly lose moisture and become dry and cracked. Breathing made his lungs start to burn, followed by flesh and bones.

Burning alive is one of the most painful punishments in the world. Even the Faceless could not bear it. He collapsed in shock with the screams of pain and completely turned into a burning corpse.

But it was not over, Viserion's anger was not yet vented.

huh~

It is flapping its wings violently, flying fast in the depths of the royal forest close to the canopy at close range, looking for the missing silver nugget.

He hadn't found the whereabouts of the captured silver young dragon, and he let out a low roar.

"ho"

Then again, he breathed dragon flames toward the ground.

rumbling—

The earth was trembling, and the dragon flames that fell from the sky continued to divide the forest. The roar in the sky spread far away, and the sky-high flames and billowing smoke alarmed more soldiers of the Royal Forest Guards patrolling nearby.

A knight dressed as an aristocrat was followed by several Targaryen soldiers, all with the emblem of the three-headed fire dragon on their chests.

One of the soldiers was stunned when he saw the dragon's anger, and then asked in horror.

"Ser Duran, what happened to the dragon?"

And the brown-haired, aristocratic knight with a scar on his face called Sir Duran watched the scene of Viserion's wanton anger in the distance, and said in a low voice.

"It was someone who angered the dragon"

"Go and inform Her Royal Highness the princess!"

Ser Duran was one of the many newly prosperous knights of House Targaryen.

He was an Andal warrior who served in the First Legion, was knighted for his exploits against the Dothraki attack, and received several fertile fields as a fief.

"clear!"

The soldiers also reacted when they heard his words. Her Royal Highness was able to control the giant dragon. At this time, they had to inform Daenerys quickly to calm down the giant dragon.

Then several soldiers hurriedly turned the horse's head and urged the horse to run straight to Pantos along the road.

Ser Duran turned his head and looked into the depths of the jungle. His face gradually became serious, the scars on his face became a little distorted, and his brown hair fluttered in the wind. Then he dismounted and put one hand on the sword. on the handle.

Clang.

The sound of metal friction sounded, and he slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist, holding the long sword tightly with one hand, and carefully walked into the woods.

He smelled blood in the air

As a warrior's instinctive sixth sense, he had a bad feeling, so he ordered his subordinates to go to Pantos for help, mobilized troops to come, while he went deep into the royal forest to investigate.

Ser Duran has been with Viserys for a long time, having joined the Targaryen army since the days of Andalus.

In addition, he was later assigned the duty of guarding the garrison patrol, so he had some knowledge of the dragon.

Viserion has a good temper and doesn't get angry at will, so someone or something must have angered it, and it will do such a thing.

rustle

The sound of footsteps in the forest sounded, and then he found the bodies of many patrolling soldiers at the edge of the imperial forest.

They collapsed on the spot, with obvious trauma on their bodies, and it can be seen that they were killed by the sword.

"Someone broke into the royal forest, and it seems that they angered the dragon."

Seeing the scene in front of him, the man with a scar on his face sank slightly.

At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the front, and the eyes of Sir Duran, who was wearing armor, suddenly narrowed.

"Um?"

"who?"

He clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, put on a defensive posture, and prepared to share the high and low with the people who came.

But Ser Duran had no idea that a red-feather dart suddenly flew from the side, penetrated the gap between the trees in the dense forest, and stabbed him in the neck accurately.

puff--

The red feather trembled slightly, and the venom of the aconite grass instantly eroded Ser Duran's blood vessels and made his body numb.

The man with a scar on his face covered his neck with disbelief, and then his body collapsed and fell to the ground with a thud.

Then a faceless man with red and white hair in a black robe and a mask walked out of the woods.

He was panting in confusion, and with another companion, dragging a sturdy young dragon already bound in a net pocket, passed before Ser Duran's eyes.

The aconite grass is very poisonous, but it has not yet taken his life, it just numbs his body, but it is also unable to move.