Chapter 456: The Faceless Destroyed

And not long after.

Tread

The chaotic sound of hooves resounded on the road outside the imperial forest.

"Fire out!"

"Quick, put out the fire first!"

A furious Viserion set fire to the royal forest, and countless Targaryen soldiers threw their buckets into the fire.

"your Highness."

"your Highness."

The little princess Daenerys also came to the scene in person under the protection of the Unsullied.

"Viserion."

She rolled over and dismounted to appease Viserion first, then learned what had happened.

A group of uninvited guests took advantage of Viserion's departure to invade the Kingswood, attacking five young dragons, and taking away the tiniest nugget of silver.

This is something that has never happened before. The three dragons of House Targaryen are not dispatched at the same time on weekdays.

The longest outing was Balerion. The Black Death was far more powerful than his two brothers and three times as long, so he often went to war or flew with Viserys. go.

The brothers Rhaego and Viserion stayed at home, hunting and fishing, and all those who dared to go deep into the Royal Forest were swallowed by their belly.

So now by chance, this is the first time that the three dragons of House Targaryen have been dispatched at the same time.

Balerion and Rhaegal were on the other side of the Narrow Sea, while the white dragon Viserion had been ordered by Daenerys to come to Pentos to quell the rebellion.

But precisely this fleeting opportunity was precisely captured by the enemies of House Targaryen.

They sent a team of adepts with weapons that could threaten the young dragons to capture the young dragons that were only a few months old, and were successfully taken away by the opponent.

After Daenerys learned the whole story, her face paled slightly. Although she was still young, she understood the importance of giant dragons to the family.

The elder brother gave her such an important thing, but she screwed it all up.

The older brother once entrusted the foundation to Renis, and although Renis was confused at times, she hadn't made such a big mistake on the whole.

The silver-haired princess' eyes were a little red, and she couldn't help but want to cry. With such a big thing happening at her current age, there were some gods and no masters, but she didn't have anything to rely on. Both her brother and Renice were In the distance, she can only rely on herself now.

But fortunately, Jon Clinton also received the news and arrived at the scene in time.

At the end of the road, the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and the tall man with gray-red hair was escorted by a few guards and came here. He saw Daenerys and dismounted at the first sight.

"your Highness."

Daenerys saw the arrival of a trustworthy adult, and couldn't help crying directly holding Jon Clinton.

"It's all my fault, Lord Jon, what should I do now?"

And the gray-red-haired man couldn't bear to see the crying princess, and swallowed the words he wanted to criticize.

This is actually a little negligence of Daenerys. The girl called Viserion over, causing the five young dragons in the Royal Forest to lose their protection.

Without this, it's just an inconsequential little bug.

But the enemy 'coincidentally' seized this opportunity, sent elites to attack the imperial forest, and captured one of the young dragons. This small mistake turned into a very serious mistake.

However, looking at the little girl who was crying so much, Jon Clinton couldn't bear to say some harsh words, so he could only rub the girl's hair, and sighed and said.

"It's not all the fault of His Highness, I'm also at fault, I should have sent more soldiers to protect the Royal Forest, not just."

Jon Clinton's voice was low, but in fact, for the vast area of ​​the Royal Forest, an army of 10,000 people could not drain the protection here.

But Jon Clinton didn't finish his words. Compared with Her Royal Highness Princess Anwei's emotions, what was more important now was how to make amends, and then his tone lifted slightly and said.

"But now is not the time to give up."

"Your Highness."

"I have sent soldiers to search for suspicious people along the way, and blocked the port and coast. The size of the young dragon is not small, and it is not so easy for them to transport it silently."

Jon Clinton made some timely remedial measures, searching for the group of people who attacked the young dragon along the way, and took the time to investigate their identities.

But having said that, Jon Clinton didn't have much hope in his heart for being able to find the young dragon.

The other party was very well prepared. Since the time for Viserion's departure can be calculated, it must not be difficult to arrange for someone to respond on the periphery.

The most difficult plan to catch the dragon has been successful. It is still very easy to transfer a young dragon with a body length of only one meter. A skilled smuggling gang can do it.

However, although Jon Clinton did not have much expectations for finding the young dragon now, he was not alarmed, because he knew that someone would definitely be able to find the whereabouts of the young dragon.

"Hatred will be annihilated with blood and fire."

Jon Clinton said in a rare murderous manner, this time, no matter who the enemy is, since he has touched the bottom line, he must use blood and fire to wash away his sins.

And on the coast near Pentos.

A merchant ship flying the flag of Tyrosh seems to have stopped here temporarily due to some accident.

Then, accompanied by a carriage covered with a black cloth, people moved a large wooden box from the carriage and carried it onto a merchant ship. The merchant ship, which had been docked for a long time, hurriedly pulled its anchor and set sail, heading north.

Above the cabin, the leader of the Faceless took off his mask, revealing a handsome but time-worn cheek, with a slight stubble, and a pair of deep pale blue eyes full of tiredness.

In order to distract the pursuers, his last companion chose to flee in the other direction.

He was eventually overtaken by the Targaryen cavalry and cut off his head, leaving him alone now.

The killers of the Faceless swarmed their nests, but in the end they were almost wiped out. Apart from him, there were only the 'kind people' who were responsible for cultivating new recruits and the 'vagrants' who prepared poison.

The Faceless Organization, which has inherited the illustrious reputation for thousands of years, is close to extinction because of this young dragon.

What can it bring? Can the nobles of Braavos try to control the dragon, master the hegemony of the sky, or study the characteristics of the dragon to make weapons against this creature?

"Is it worth it?"

Jaqen H'gar looked at the silver young dragon in the cage that was chained to its feet.

Its scales are dull, it seems to have stopped struggling, and it has become much quieter, lying quietly in the cage, and a pair of eyes are also looking at each other.

However, at this moment, Jaqen Hegar suddenly felt his scalp tingle.

He sensed an unprecedented crisis in the young dragon's eyes, and suddenly stood up from the chair.