Chapter 261
"I'm so strong?!"
To be honest, Dany oneself didn't expect her coordination with Big Black to be so coordinated.
Citadel knows the dragon's habits, abilities and weaknesses very well. There are dozens or hundreds of Scorpions and hundreds of strong crossbowmen in ambush below. If Dany dies on the spot, her dragon must have sensed it, and will chase after her body to avenge the enemy fiercely (similar incidents have happened many times in the history of House Targaryen).
In this way, Citadel can easily shoot the dragon into a hornet's nest.
So Dany never thought about riding a dragon for dive bombing, and Oldtown was not her territory, so she couldn't make incendiary bombs in a short time, so she was going to try "Big Fireball".
The range of Dragonflame sprayed by dragon is roughly the same as the length of oneself's body. Even Big Black can only spray Dragonflame with a length of two, three or four meters, and it will be no longer lethal.
But Fireball is different. When Dany uses Fire Control to rub the Dragonflame in dragon's mouth into balls, the Fireball can exist stably for a long time - last time in the Dorne desert, the Dragonflame that controlled Little White burned Three hours until the magic power is exhausted.
Dany guessed early that she could fuse with Big Black Soul, and they must be stronger than Little White. But she never imagined that the nine-color vortex in the Consciousness Sea of the two would rotate at the same time, and at the same frequency, the sorcery strength in Dreki state would gradually connect and merge.
Then Big Black transformed into Tailed Beast, the Fire Element visible in naked eye condensed in his mouth, that kind of exaggerated scene similar to Tailed Beast jade almost scared Dany out of witchcraft control.
The Fireball swelled rapidly from the size of an egg and lasted for about forty seconds - the time Big Black continued to spray Dragonflame (it was only 20 seconds before Dany helped him condense the meditation glyph), a dark red the size of a toddler's bathtub Fireball formed around his mouth.
Dany was horrified by the heat and heaviness.
Fire Control has ten times more control over the Dragonflame Fireball than ordinary flames. The ordinary Fireball will disperse within one or two meters away from Dany, while the Dragonflame Little Fireball can fly freely around her for 100 meters.
Even so, the Fireball in front of her was too big—the bigger it was, the harder it was to control, and she could barely move it.
In desperation, Dany could only resign himself to fate, let Big Black accelerate vertically downwards and dive, and spit out the Fireball when it was 500 meters above the ground.
When Big Black crossed an arc high in the sky and circled back to Seneschal's Court, Dany was shocked and relieved to see that the unbound Fireball was rapidly expanding in the air, and its color changed from dark red to dark red. Brighter and brighter, like a falling sun.
The dark sky of Indigo was all red.
By the time Fireball approached the roof of Seneschal's Court, it had swelled to the size of a tiny house—an irregular sphere ten meters in diameter.
"Boom boom—" The rubble flew, and the roof slowly dented a large piece. The roar of the burning flames roared dully, overpowering the panic screams of the soldiers in ambush. As Fireball hits obstacles, it becomes increasingly unstable.
When it was unable to maintain even the most basic spherical shape, "BOOOOOM!"
Seneschal's Court, 40 meters wide and 100 meters long, was the largest building in Citadel, but at this time , the small half of the roof was lifted off, and Dany even saw a ring of air waves that spread rapidly outward, which was mixed with a large number of tiles, wooden beams and kinked and deformed corpses, Scorpion.
"oh my god! I'm so invincible?!" Dany was excited and silly.
Although it is not as highly penetrating as the Tomahawk missile, just looking at the surface, the bombing range is not much worse than the explosive pack.
When Barristan broke through a piece of rubble and broken wood and finally climbed to the top, Dany had already changed to the White Dragon at a high altitude, roaring to and fro to clear the miscellaneous soldiers.
Well, she was still throwing Fireballs on the ground, the little Fireballs spewed out by Little White, the formidable power was not as good as a grenade, but she also frightened the group of terrified soldiers to throw away their armor and armor, Shouting "The Seven bless", "mother save me" and fleeing frantically.
Half an hour later, on Hightower, the central island at the mouth of Honeywine, a group of high-rises from Oldtown gathered together.
"Damn, what the hell happened? It seems like half of the Citadel is burning." Baelor Hightower was lying on the window, his eyes fixed on the Citadel, his face anxious.
The long-bearded old man on the first seat opened his closed eyes and looked towards the calm young man next to him: "Earl Garlan, can you think of a plan for the aftermath?"
"Didn't we agree? Ironmen tiptoe into the Citadel to wreak havoc." Garlan wondered.
"No, not to deal with the rhetoric of the people of Oldtown," sighed Earl Leyton, bald and covered in age spots, shaking his head, "I'm asking, how to deal with the ensuing fury of the Mother of Dragons."
"Well, grandpa thought she didn't die?" Garlan pupil shrank, trembling: "Impossible? She didn't have the slightest bit of defense, she should have been poisoned and died, didn't Citadel ignite a fire? Isn't dragon venting his anger?"
"Failed." old man said with a bitter smile.
"How did you know?" Garlan's eyes flickered.
old man explained bitterly: "Magic Tide doesn't fluctuate at all."
"Uh, Magic Tide? Is it reliable?" Garlan suspected that old fogey was crazy.
"Report!" As he said that, the guard hurried into the hall with a lead-ringed Archmaester.
“Seneschal Theobald, how is it?” Baelor asked hurriedly.
Well, Archmaester Walgrave can't handle official business, it's always been Archmaester Theobald exercising Seneschal real power. It's just that he is not the Economics and History Archmaester, so he didn't host the seminar on reducing the trade deficit of Seven Kingdoms two days ago.
"Not sure," said Archmaester Theobald ugly complexion.
“pa!” Garlan angrily slapped the wooden chair armrest and asked loudly, “What is uncertainty? ."
"Ai, Daenerys was very sensitive and sensed that there was something wrong with the food, and the apprentice who delivered the food at that time happened to steal the food from the guests halfway..." Archmaester Theobald explained the situation in full. once again.
There was always someone listening in the next room, but they didn't dare to dig a hole to peep. Being watched by people harboring malicious intentions, the powerful Knight will be aware of it.
Garlan asked again: "Poison failed, and Scorpion, they're almost dead."
"We all guessed wrong," Archmaester shook his head in frustration. , "Barristan didn't deliberately wear tattered iron armor to hide people's eyes and ears. It was a rare set of Valyria steel armor, and even his black long sword was a very sharp Valyrian Steel Sword."
"What? So extravagant?!!" Baelor's eyes almost bulged out.
"But I remember, Rhaella...no, Daenerys' armor was bought in Oldtown," Garlan wondered.
"Only Barristan is wearing Valyria steel armor. Daenerys seems to have been shot by a crossbow arrow, but the condition of the injury is uncertain, but since the dragon can still carry him and leave, it means that she is not dead yet."
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"What happened to the red sun before?" asked the old man.
"I don't know, maybe it's Dragonflame?"
"Dragonflame?" That kind of Dragonflame?"
"But we checked the burn marks, and it does fit the characteristics of Dragonflame. Marwyn the Mage thinks that is Dragonflame Fireball, he said that dragon uses Fire Control to turn Dragonflame into Fireball It sprayed out."
The old man stroked his long snow-white beard and asked thoughtfully, "Like the Pyromancer on the dock controls the flames into a herd fight?"
"Yes. "
"Can dragons still use Magic?" Garlan and Baelor were dumbfounded.
"We don't want to believe it either, but it's not an exception," Archmaester Theobald smiled bitterly and desperately, "The Dragonlord doesn't have to be the Grand Sorcerer, but the Grand Sorcerer has to be the Dragonlord.
Books It is recorded in the Valyria Grand Sorcerer that the dragons of the Valyria Grand Sorcerer can spew fire rings, fire birds, Fire Dragons, fire snakes, and even flame Giants, compared to the fact that the dragons of the Mother of Dragons spew Fireballs nothing.”
"Valyria Grand Sorcerer..." The old man's eyes flashed, he suddenly thought of a possibility, glanced at his grandson but closed his mouth.
"Ai, how can we deal with the aftermath now?" Baelor slumped on the back of the chair, his face numb and muttered to himself: "I opposed the assassination of her before, not to mention the violation of guest rights, we get along well with her. Very good?!
Daenerys is gentle and polite, smart and wise, brave and close to the people. What if Targaryen is restored? Is it worth it just for the Queen of Margaery?
Cersei's attitude has been seen, Lannister is not willing to split Iron Throne with Highgarden equally. Lannister and Targaryen have a blood feud, but we only have a conflict of interests with her. Why do you do this?"
" This matter has nothing to do with Highgarden!" Garlan Tyrell stared at the crowd, and solemnly emphasized: "My grandmother only said that I can cooperate with Citadel, but we, House Tyrell, will never get involved."
"Who's responsible? I was firmly opposed to this from the very beginning, because Garth planned to sneak out to report the assassination to her, and you put him in the fourth floor confinement room." Baelor stared at his nephew with red eyes question.
Different from Garlan Tyrell's shirking of responsibilities, Baelor is telling the truth, House Hightower has no investment in Lannister, and whoever gets on Iron Throne doesn't matter to them at all.
And in terms of personal opinion, Baelor and Garth both admire the beautiful 'Rhaella, the champion of martial arts', and even have some secret admiration.
If 'Rhaella Waters' was any higher, Garth would have pursued her...well, of course, now that Rhaella's true identity is discovered, she thinks she is too high Head - Baelor's identity is compatible, but he already has a wife, and Garth is just the second son who has no right to inherit.
Thinking of this, Baelor looked towards oneself and daddy's eyes also complained a little: Since I have been studying Magic at the top of the tower, I will continue to cultivate, but I ran down and joined this thankless shit.
The old man stood up and said to his grandson with a sullen face: "Garlan, ask Lady Olenna, this matter is beyond the scope of House Hightower. Whatever the outcome of Lady and Citadel's consultation, I will do my best. Support, but now it's getting late, it's all gone!"
"That's right," the old man walked a few steps with the help of the maid, then turned around suddenly and said to Archmaester Theobald: " Lord Seneschal, when you get back to the Citadel, please let Archmaester Marwyn come over, I want to ask about the Dragonflame Fireball."
"Okay."
Baelor watched as he stumbled away The old daddy, looking at Garlan, who was calling for Maester's letter, shook his head and went downstairs.