Euron Greyjoy—"
Viserys Targaryen gritted his teeth, watching the small figure about to fall into the Narrow Sea from mid-air.
He usually couldn't bear to ride Sunfyre, yet Euron Greyjoy dared to harm it with a longsword!
If not for Pentos being under enemy siege, which disturbed the minds of Viserys Targaryen and Sunfyre,
Euron Greyjoy wouldn't have had the chance to attack Sunfyre, creating an opportunity for him to jump into the sea and escape.
This was a gamble for Euron Greyjoy.
He bet that the injured dragon would instinctively loosen its claws, rather than directly crush him to death.
Apparently, he won his bet!
However, watching Euron Greyjoy fall from a great height into the deep sea, Viserys Targaryen did not compromise.
He mounted Sunfyre, cast aside the City-State of Pentos, and plunged headfirst towards the sea surface.
"Viserys, there will be a day for us!"
Seeing Sunfyre charging towards him, Euron Greyjoy in mid-air not only showed no fear but instead burst into triumphant laughter.
He unfastened the dragonlord's horn from his waist, flaunted it fiercely at Viserys Targaryen, and then, without even a glance, tossed it into the sea beside him.
Clearly, between the dragonlord's horn and his own life, Euron Greyjoy believed Viserys Targaryen could only choose one.
However, the next moment, Euron Greyjoy's expression changed drastically.
"Dragonflame!"
Without a second thought, Viserys Targaryen unleashed a scorching orange light directly at Euron Greyjoy, who was about to hit the sea.
Watching the Dragonflame rushing towards him, Euron Greyjoy's pupils constricted in terror.
"Ah—"
Accompanied by a piercing scream, Euron Greyjoy, engulfed in flames, crashed into the sea with a "thud," splashing water several meters high!
Rumble!
The sea surface stirred without wind.
Suddenly, a turquoise curtain of water was instantly torn open by a golden body, surging towards the sky.
Sunfyre, holding a treasure crafted from silver valyrian steel in its mouth, proudly shook its head at Viserys Targaryen.
The reason Euron Greyjoy was so confident was because he believed Viserys Targaryen cared more about the value of the "dragonlord's horn."
However, what he didn't know was that sharing a dragon's vision was an innate ability of every Dragonrider of the Targaryen Family!
Without the aid of dragon eyes, every Dragonrider flying in the sky would be like a blind person, unable to distinguish friend from foe below!
"Clatter!"
Sunfyre suddenly flicked its forehead, and the next moment, the dragonlord's horn, crafted from valyrian steel, was easily tossed into Viserys Targaryen's hand.
Viserys Targaryen's eyes narrowed, and a line of small black Old Valyria script appeared before him:
dragonlord's horn, (also known as the Dragonbinder Horn), a magical treasure crafted from valyrian steel, allowing a sorcerer to control multiple dragons for long-range combat!
"What?"
Viserys Targaryen was dumbfounded.
He originally thought it was just a secret treasure to gather nearby wild dragons, making it easier for future generations to train them.
He never expected it to be a sorcerer's weapon capable of summoning dragons for battle.
"Control multiple dragons, long-range combat?"
Viserys Targaryen was incredibly astonished.
These wild dragons, he had raised them since they were young.
He had painstakingly trained them for years, building rapport, yet he could only barely command them.
He never imagined that this dragonlord's horn could directly control these ancient beasts remotely through magic.
"No wonder the Targaryen Family was merely the tail end of the Forty Dragonlords of Valyria!"
Viserys Targaryen felt somewhat ashamed.
Compared to the Dragonlord families who possessed such secret treasures as the "dragonlord's horn," the strength of the Targaryen Family indeed seemed insignificant.
In Old Valyria, only the very high-ranking Forty Dragonlords of Valyria could produce this valyrian steel.
And besides using it to forge blades, they invariably used it to craft forbidden magical treasures!
"Just in time!"
Viserys Targaryen was overjoyed.
He was already worried that his Sunfyre was young and its scales couldn't yet withstand crossbow bolts flying from the shadows.
Now, with the aid of this "dragonlord's horn," he not only wouldn't have to personally enter the battlefield, but he also dispelled any concerns about accidentally harming allies.
Looking at the Dragonflame gradually extinguishing in the deep sea, Viserys Targaryen couldn't be bothered with Euron Greyjoy's fate.
He turned and rushed impatiently towards Pentos... "Whoosh—"
On the battlefield, an ancient and desolate horn sound suddenly echoed in the sky, and everyone looked up in astonishment.
At this moment, Viserys Targaryen, clad in silver dragon armor, stood upon Sunfyre's back.
The next moment, countless dragon figures followed, appearing in the sky.
"Your Majesty, His Majesty has returned!"
Magister Illyrio was so excited he almost jumped.
He had staked all his savings on this young Dragonlord.
At this moment, the great dragon Sunfyre was like a golden sun, slowly rising from the depths of despair in everyone's hearts.
All the attacking warriors stood rooted to the spot, staring up at the sky in surprise.
For hundreds of years, no one had officially clashed with these ancient and mysterious creatures!
The next moment, Viserys Targaryen turned the horn, and the ancient and desolate horn sound suddenly became impassioned.
Just as the Dothraki warriors were utterly bewildered, torrents of scorching Dragonflame poured down.
The darkness before dusk was instantly torn apart by Dragonflame, and the green and black fury seemed to ignite the sky.
"What is that?"
The slave soldier commander from Qohor widened his eyes, looking at Viserys high in the sky, shouting in disbelief.
It was said since ancient times that a Targaryen Family member could only ride one dragon in battle.
But the scene of dragons dancing wildly before them completely shattered all their understanding of the Targaryen Family.
As a descendant of the Old Ghiscari Empire, which was destroyed by ancient dragons, he clearly knew the combat power of dragons.
They were once so mighty, yet they were still beaten, disarmed, and forced to flee by Dragonriders.
Looking at Viserys Targaryen, suspended high in the sky, chanting an Old Valyria dragon song, a fear of being dominated by ancient dragons once again rose in his heart.
However, before he could react, what greeted him were torrents of scorching Dragonflame, directly pouring into the center of the phalanx.
Their metal armor instantly turned into glowing red branding irons, thoroughly fusing skin and flesh together, emitting crackling sparks.
The soldiers were instantly ignited like torches, colliding and rolling in agony.
"Fire arrows, fire arrows!"
The commander screamed heartbreakingly.
Hearing their leader's command, many archers who had not yet been dispersed by the Dragonflame immediately formed a line, drawing their bows and nocking arrows.
The next moment, ten thousand arrows were fired, shooting directly at Sunfyre's position high in the sky.
However, human strength has its limits!
All the arrows lost momentum before reaching Sunfyre's altitude and fell back onto the battlefield!
Their arrows couldn't even touch Sunfyre's toes.
Looking at Viserys Targaryen, still standing motionless high in the sky, all the enemies fell into a deathly despair.
Facing this eerie dark magic, let alone harm, no one could even touch Viserys Targaryen.
The next moment, the dragons attacked again, and those chosen by Dragonflame instantly turned to ashes and vanished.
Despair began to spread like a plague, and all the enemies completely collapsed!
"Is this the power of a wildfire spreading across the plains?"
Ser Joffrey stood rooted to the spot, muttering to himself.
As a seasoned front-line commander, he had completely lost his composure at this moment.
It was only a single round of engagement, yet that despair-inducing total offensive was so easily crushed by the dragons.
This was not like war, but more like a one-sided massacre!
And the instigator, Viserys Targaryen, still stood high in the sky like a god.
"No wonder Aegon Targaryen only needed a mere three thousand slave soldiers to easily conquer the entire Westeros continent!"
Ser Joffrey exclaimed.
For a moment, he even felt that his presence on the battlefield was superfluous!
Thinking of how he had practiced military strategy and martial arts regardless of frost or heat, now before such ancient beasts, he was still as helpless as cattle awaiting slaughter.
That feeling of powerlessness was truly suffocating!
Looking around, the enemy had long since disintegrated, and the entire area around the City-State of Pentos was filled with burning, fleeing figures.
However, even in the face of such a tragic scene, Viserys Targaryen still did not stop using the dragonlord's horn in his hand.
Unlike Daenerys Targaryen's conciliatory policies, Viserys Targaryen would not spare anyone who harbored hostility towards him!
Let the leaders go first, has always been Viserys Targaryen's principle of combat!