Vhagar!
Ser Lorent looked up at the largest ancient dragon in the world and instantly understood that Dragonstone could not be defended!
Only dragons can contend with dragons; this is common knowledge known to everyone.
Syrax and Caraxes are not on Dragonstone, and the remaining dragons are either young dragons or wild dragons.
They pose no threat to Vhagar at all.
The large ballistas on the Stone Drum Tower might be somewhat useful, but at most, they would only delay for a while.
Ser Lorent, who made a judgment in an instant, directly abandoned the gate of Dragonstone and fled towards the direction of the Stone Drum Tower with his head in his hands.
Vhagar did not pay attention to this little bug fleeing in disarray; its current priority target was the right tower, which was immediately adjusting its direction and breathing fire at it.
Hoo hoo hoo!
The serpent of flame collided with the bright yellow Dracarys.
There was no stalemate at all; the bright yellow Dracarys instantly devoured the serpent of flame and shot along its trajectory into the right tower.
Boom!
The second violent explosion sounded, and the right tower, like the left tower, had its roof blown off directly.
A white flag, improvised from undergarments, was extended from the firing port of the central tower and waved constantly.
Below, on the left and right castle walls, a few Dragonstone soldiers who had miraculously survived the numerous attacks also knelt on the ground, laying down their arms and surrendering.
Aemond on Vhagar's back turned his head to look at the Stone Drum Tower, ultimately choosing to open the gate first and let the House Lannister army in.
The Stone Drum Tower of Dragonstone is the stronghold of the Targaryen family and the fiefdom of every crown prince; it holds extremely important significance!
Even the bold and crazy Aemond did not dare to recklessly control Vhagar to burn down the Stone Drum Tower.
Therefore, compared to attacking with a dragon alone, using the Lannister soldiers to besiege the city was the best choice.
Huff, huff!
Ser Lorent, who had sprinted back to the main hall of the Stone Drum Tower in one breath, kept gasping for air.
After a short rest, he hurried towards the lord's bedroom.
Creak!
Pushing open the door of the lord's bedroom, Ser Lorent immediately saw Lucerys holding a longsword in his hand.
He was nervously shielding his three younger brothers of different ages behind him.
"Prince Lucerys, Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon have met with trouble in King's Landing.
Ser Tylan Lannister is leading the royal fleet and attacking our Dragonstone with Aemond Targaryen.
The gate below has been lost, and the Stone Drum Tower probably won't hold out for long either."
Hearing the situation reported by Ser Lorent, Lucerys timidly asked, "Ser Lorent, what should we do now?"
"Please go to the dragonpit immediately, ride Arrax and fly to the Stepstones to seek help from King Jaehaerys!"
Ser Lorent's judgment was very rational, but Lucerys did not agree.
"No, Mother told me I must protect my brothers.
I will not abandon them and leave alone!"
Rhaenyra's education of Lucerys was very successful; this 12-year-old brother refused to abandon his three younger brothers no matter what.
"Prince Lucerys, I will do my best to take the remaining three princes and escape from Dragonstone.
Moreover, even if we are unfortunately captured, we will not be in immediate danger of life because King Jaehaerys is still there.
But if you don't inform him of what happened on Dragonstone as soon as possible.
If King Jaehaerys is captured or killed by the enemy's design, then all of us will die!
Therefore, this is not abandonment, but salvation!"
After several years of getting along, Ser Lorent knew Lucerys's personality well, and these words immediately moved him.
"Okay, Ser Lorent, please be sure to take good care of them!"
"Please rest assured, I swear by my life!
Alright, Prince, we must leave here quickly.
You must not attract the attention of others when you go to the dragonpit, and you must not trust anyone."
After making his decision, Lucerys immediately split into two groups with Ser Lorent.
He went to the dragonpit located on Dragon Mountain, while Ser Lorent took the three princes to Dragonclaw Village, waiting for an opportunity to escape from Dragonstone by boat.
Da da da!
People came and went in the Stone Drum Tower; both soldiers and servants had tension and panic on their faces.
Lucerys, wearing a black hooded robe, pulled at his hood and lowered his head, blending into the crowd.
Human hearts are unpredictable!
Just as Ser Lorent feared.
When Vhagar's massive body flew over the Stone Drum Tower, a team of Dragonstone soldiers who had defected at the last minute rushed into the lord's bedroom.
After leaving the Stone Drum Tower discreetly, Lucerys sprinted towards the dragonpit, familiar with the way.
Before long, he saw the entrance to the dragonpit, carved into the shape of a dragon's mouth.
Compared to the panic in the Stone Drum Tower, the Dragon Guard stationed here were very calm.
Perhaps it was because no matter what happened on Dragonstone, the new lord would need them.
Lucerys was not hindered here at all and mounted Arrax very smoothly.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Arrax, about eight meters long, flapped its dragon wings vigorously, carrying Lucerys into the air above the dragonpit.
As the distance from the ground continued to increase, Lucerys could also see the Stone Drum Tower, where intense fighting was taking place, more clearly.
The House Lannister army, wearing red standard armor, filled the Dragon Tail Steps.
The Dragonstone soldiers who had previously prepared to go to the gate to rescue used the geographical advantage to firmly keep them outside the Stone Drum Tower gate.
But a series of shouts of killing suddenly sounded in the Stone Drum Tower, and those bravely fighting Dragonstone soldiers immediately fell into the predicament of being attacked from both front and back.
Even Lucerys, who usually disliked war, could see that the general situation was lost.
Mooang~~
A dull dragon's whimper suddenly sounded overhead, and Vhagar's huge dragon body, with a strong sense of oppression, attacked Arrax.
Ah!
Lucerys immediately panicked and controlled Arrax to fly sideways, dodging Vhagar's huge dragon claws, which were much larger than Arrax's body.
Ah hahaha!
Aemond on Vhagar's back let out a wild laugh; he greatly enjoyed this game of cat and mouse.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Normally, Arrax's flying speed should be faster than Vhagar's.
But now, let alone experience in dragon combat, Lucerys had very little flying experience.
Arrax, clumsily controlled by the novice dragon rider, swayed left and right, like a small airplane about to fall from the sky at any moment.
However, this completely unconventional approach had some unexpected effects.
Aemond could not determine Arrax's flight trajectory at all, and Vhagar's outstretched dragon claws repeatedly missed their target.
The originally enjoyable game suddenly became boring and tedious.
He gradually became impatient, and Vhagar's attack methods also became more violent.
Crunch, crunch!
Its gaping maw kept biting at Arrax's tail.
The loud collision sound of its teeth biting air grew closer and closer, making Lucerys more and more panicked.
Carelessly, he actually controlled Arrax to dodge in the opposite direction.
This action was equivalent to sending him and Arrax into Vhagar's gaping maw.
Whoosh!
Bang!
At this critical moment, a blood-red dragon shadow, as fast as lightning, directly struck Vhagar's right side.
The force of this collision was not light; after all, the blood-red dragon shadow was roughly half the size of Vhagar.
The two dragons that collided with each other fell dozens of meters from the sky before barely stabilizing their flight posture.
Aemond looked up at the sky; Arrax, carrying Lucerys, had already taken advantage of this opportunity to pull away a significant distance.
Hoo!
Just as he was about to control Vhagar to continue the pursuit, a brilliant dark red Dracarys filled the sky in front.
After the dark red flames dissipated, the blood-red dragon shadow from earlier quickly blocked Vhagar directly in front.
Aemond's mouth twitched slightly, and suppressing his anger, he shouted in high valyrian, "Aunt Rhaenys, why are you stopping me?"
"If I don't stop you, you will become a kinslayer abhorred by gods and men.
Tell me, why did you bring the royal fleet to attack Dragonstone?"
Rhaenys, sitting upright on Meleys's saddle, answered expressionlessly.
After the war broke out on Dragonstone, Spice Town on Driftmark, across the sea, discovered it immediately.
Upon receiving the news, Rhaenys immediately rode Meleys to check the situation and happened to see the scene of Vhagar biting Arrax.
Fortunately, Meleys is the fastest dragon in the world; otherwise, she might not have been able to prevent this tragic kinslaying.
"Rhaenyra Targaryen and Daemon Targaryen murdered my father, Viserys I.
Aunt Rhaenys, is that reason enough?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Upon hearing this shocking news, Rhaenys was slightly stunned, then immediately shook her head, indicating disbelief.
She had watched Rhaenyra grow up and had always felt that Rhaenyra was very much like her former self.
But unlike her, Rhaenyra's father had always firmly supported her as the crown prince, not her brother.
So Rhaenys could understand Rhaenyra's feelings for Viserys I.
Daemon, who deeply loved his brother, was the same.
"Ser Harold, the White Knight Captain, can testify to this; you can ask him anytime.
Now, get out of my way!"
Looking at Arrax, which had already become a small black dot, Aemond answered impatiently and was about to continue the pursuit.
But Rhaenys neither spoke nor had any intention of controlling Meleys to move aside.
Aemond's patience finally reached its limit, and he directly shouted, "Dracarys!"
Hoo~~
Bright yellow Dracarys, capable of melting gold and iron, spewed from Vhagar's dragon mouth, instantly covering the sky in front.
After the Dracarys dissipated, Meleys was nowhere to be seen.
Whoosh!
Meleys descended silently like a red ghost, its strong dragon claws striking directly at Vhagar's huge dragon head.
Vhagar's dragon eyes could not see Meleys attacking from this angle, but the dragon rider on its back could.
Hoo!
Aemond controlled Vhagar, which continued to breathe fire, to look up, and the bright yellow Dracarys instantly filled the sky above.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Meleys, turning agilely, quickly flew out from the edge of the bright yellow Dracarys.
But it was clear that a large scorched area had appeared among the scarlet dragon scales on its left dragon claw.
There was nothing to be done; the attack range of the Dracarys spewed by Vhagar was simply too large, and even as Agile as it was, it could not completely avoid it.
Unlike when they were at the Red Keep, Vhagar, without any scruples, went all out.
Its massive dragon body, nearly one hundred and fifty meters long, could fight in close combat, and its wide-range AOE Dracarys breath could attack from a distance.
Meleys, who had not truly aimed Dracarys at Aemond to kill him, was chased and flew around erratically.
After a while of entanglement, Rhaenys, having achieved her goal, directly controlled Meleys to adjust direction and quickly fly towards Driftmark.
This was the advantage of speed; it could fight when it wanted and leave when it wanted.
"One day, I will crush you annoying flies!"
Turning his head, he looked at Arrax, which had long since disappeared without a trace.
Aemond cursed in a low voice and controlled Vhagar to go towards the Stone Drum Tower, where the sounds of killing had already subsided.
Bang!
Vhagar's massive dragon body landed heavily on the Dragon Tower, which was filled with kneeling surrendered soldiers, making a huge sound.
Only this Stone Drum Tower in all of Westeros, which had carried the Black Dread, could withstand such a commotion.
Aemond, with an unpleasant expression, jumped off his dragon and strode towards the hall.
How could the Green Party not be aware of the situation of the dragons on Dragonstone?
Except for Arrax, Joffrey Valyrian's Tyraxes and little Aegon's (Rhaenyra and Daemon's eldest son) Stormcloud were both young dragons.
And little Viserys's dragon egg had not even hatched.
So the three little ones must still be on Dragonstone.
But after a series of inquiries, no one had seen the three of them.
Just as Aemond, whose affairs were not going smoothly, wanted to fly into a rage, Ser Tylan walked in from the entrance of the hall with a group of guards.
Behind them was Ser Lorent, covered in blood and tightly bound with ropes,
and the three Joffrey brothers, whom Aemond had been thinking about.
"They wanted to escape from Dragonclaw Village to Spice Town.
How naive; I had already ordered the royal fleet to blockade the entire sea area."
After listening to Ser Tylan, Aemond walked up to the three Joffrey brothers,
and said with a smile, "My three good nephews, your uncle has come specially to see you.
Why are you still thinking of escaping?"
Ten-year-old Joffrey already understood many things; he did not speak.
Instead, like Lucerys before, he shielded his two younger brothers behind him.
"Truly ill-bred and impolite.
Therefore, I hate you 'Strong' with black hair the most."
Aemond, who was already very unhappy, seemed to see the shadows of Jacaerys and Lucerys in Joffrey at this moment.
He stepped forward, grabbed Joffrey's wildly flailing hands with his left hand, and then lifted him into the air.
"Nephew Joffrey, I have no grudge against you.
But an eye for an eye; who told you that you are also a 'Strong'?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Aemond's right thumb plunged fiercely into the inner side of Joffrey's left eye and then continued to squeeze outwards.
Squelch!
Ah!!!
A stream of blood shot out from Joffrey's left eye; the intense pain made him scream heartbreakingly and kick his legs wildly in the air.
"Damn bastard, let go of Prince Joffrey, and dig out my eyes!"
Ser Lorent's eyes were bloodshot, and he cursed loudly at Aemond.
Listening to Joffrey's mournful scream, which was slightly childish, most of the soldiers in the hall couldn't bear to look away.
Plop!
A brown eyeball, trailing its optic nerve, fell to the ground.
And the intense pain triggered Joffrey's body's protective mechanism, and he fainted directly.
"Useless fellow, you fainted from the pain already?
I endured the pain back then and had the scholar stitch up the wound.
You've paid the debt for the eye; next is the ear!"
Clang!
Aemond sneered at Joffrey, then drew the dagger from his waist with his blood-stained right hand.
"Enough!"
In the entire hall, the only one qualified to shout this sentence was naturally Ser Tylan.
"Prince Aemond, I am the Commander responsible for this battle.
These are all my captives; I will also present them to the Queen.
Could I ask you to stop?"
Bang!
Aemond stopped his action upon hearing this and casually dropped the unconscious Joffrey to the ground.
He bent down, picked up the intact brown eyeball, and replied to Ser Tylan with a smile, "Of course you can!
I dug out this eyeball to give to my mother as a gift!"
Looking at Aemond, who was gleefully playing with the eyeball as he left, Ser Tylan silently shook his head,
and at the same time, he was grateful that he was not Viserys I's eldest son.
"Quickly find the scholar of Dragonstone and treat Prince Joffrey's eye."
"Yes!"
After stopping the bleeding and treating Joffrey, Tylan, to avoid any potential complications, immediately took the three brothers and set off to return to King's Landing.
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