Chapter 392

"Dragon!"

"This is the dragon!"

At first, the Allied forces, who had fallen into a desperate situation, were slightly surprised at the sudden reinforcements from the sky, but then woke up and shouted.

Although the dragon has disappeared in the world for more than 100 years, the story of the dragon is still widely spread in the seven countries.

The desperate allied forces broke out in an instant.

Even many soldiers could not help crying with joy and saw the light in despair.

"Dragon!"

"The prince is on the dragon's back!"

"God, we have reinforcements!"

The soldier with sharp eyes saw the young dragon knight riding on the dragon's back at a glance. Although he couldn't see his cheeks clearly, he saw that the other party had extremely symbolic long silver and gold hair.

This is the symbol of the orthodox royal family that has ruled Westeros for nearly 300 years. This symbol has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people of the seven countries.

Wesselis was crowned on Longshi island and reigned on the AESOP continent. However, for the people of the seven countries, the most direct impression of wesselis still remains the identity of the second prince of the tangaryan family, not the king. After all, he has not sat on the Iron Throne.

The huge figure of the black god of death kept flying in the sky, and then spit down a raging flame, burning the corpses and ghosts. Countless corpses and ghosts were turned into fly ash in the Dragon flame, saving the lives of countless coalition soldiers.

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"Ed! Ed!"

"Wake up! Hey! Don't pretend to be dead! I saw you open your eyes!"

In the midst of the smoke and fire, the just surging dragon flame crashed in front of Robert's eyes, turning a group of corpses and ghosts who had just screamed into ashes.

The red pillar of fire emitted by the Dragon plowed a deep gully on the ground and went straight to the distance. He didn't notice Robert at all.

The kings of the seven countries were so scared that they threw their hips on the ground.

But even so, his Majesty's cheeks were blackened by the Dragon flame, only a pair of eyes were bright, and his black beard was curled by the flame, looking a little embarrassed.

Robert baratheon got up from the ground and dragged him up. He also fell on the ground with him. Now there are some frightened Dukes of Winterfell.

Then he asked loudly.

"Ed! Hey!"

"Is this a fucking dragon?!"

At the moment, ed just got up from the ground, gasped heavily, his long black brown hair was scattered, his eyes were still uneasy, and looked up at the huge figure flying and spitting flames in the air in the distance.

He had just been startled, and even now he was still in a state of shock. He thought he and Robert would be burned by the Dragon flame, and the cold ice of the legendary Valeria steel sword was thrown aside.

But he didn't expect that the Dragon Knight sitting on the dragon's back didn't notice the little people on the ground at all, and didn't want to burn each other with a dragon flame.

"Yes, that's right."

"Robert."

Ed patted the dust on his body, and finally took a breath to calm his frightened mood.

Then he bent down and picked up the weapons handed down by the stark family from the ground, and then ignored the dignity of the Duke of Winterfell.

"Congratulations, this is a fucking dragon!"

However, when Robert heard his good brother's words, instead of showing his rightful fear, anger or other negative emotions, he laughed and the fat on his stomach trembled slightly.

"Hahaha -"

Ed stark heard Robert's heartless laughter and felt that his nose was going to be crooked.

"Dear Robert, your majesty or some shit king!"

Then the Duke of Winterfell couldn't help yelling again.

For ED, the noble honor and etiquette were all forgotten in the dangerous battlefield, and ED shouted angrily, pointing to Robert's nose.

"I must remind you that the dragon is owned by your enemy! Not you!"

"Not you!"

"It almost burned us to fly ash!"

"When the war is over, its owner wants to take your head to the tip of the gun and parade in the street!"

But Ed's voice fell, but Robert didn't expect to stop laughing. They stood on the battlefield, and the smoke of gunpowder was still everywhere. Then the kings of the seven countries restrained their smile slightly and waved their hands.

"I don't care how I will die in the future."

"That's what will happen later."

"Ed."

"At least I know that with the help of the dragon, I won't die at once in the hands of the strange ghosts of dog day, let alone become these disgusting monsters."

"Hejian land, valley land, King's landing... I am the king of seven countries."

Robert's thick fingers pointed to his chest.

"I can't watch my people die in the hands of strange ghosts."

This is also the reason why Robert was unwilling to retreat in front of twin river city, and even had a will to die, because if he died, he could not see it. As long as he was alive, he could not allow these things to happen.

"Everyone!"

"Kill it with me!"

Robert baratheon, the king of the seven countries, was blackened by the dragon smoke on his cheek. Then he held up the storm hammer in his hand, shook his arms and shouted.

"Drink!"

With the help of the dragon, the morale of the coalition army suddenly reversed 180 degrees, became as powerful as a rainbow, and rushed towards the ghost army.

In the sky far from the core battlefield, wesselis is flying towards the rear of the ghoul army on a dragon.

Boom——

Belle Ryan lowered the flying altitude, spewed dragon flame and bombarded the lvcha river. The hard ice broke instantly, and countless corpses standing on the ice fell into the cold and turbulent river.

Wesselis sat on bellerian's back, the wind roared in his ears, and a pair of violet eyes locked on the strange ghost not far away.

At a glance, he saw the strange ghost with the ice crown in the middle.

"He is the night king."

Wesselis's heart tightened slightly.

And in the distance.

Hundreds of skeleton horses stood quietly in the rear of the Legion of the dead. They watched the Dragon spit out dragon flame and burn a large number of corpses and ghosts.

The night king held the reins with one hand and stared at the young dragon knight on the dragon's back, while wesselis was also looking at each other from a distance.

Two people face each other with four eyes.

Clang——

Wesselis pulled out the twilight from his waist.

"Ho!"

The night king made a cold and piercing sound in his mouth, and then stretched out his hand. A cold short spear gradually condensed out in his hand, and then aimed at wesselis and threw it out suddenly!

A mere mortal is not worth his hand, but the human in front of him seems to be no longer an ordinary mortal.

Whoosh——

The cold ice spear tore the air, made a sharp howl, and flew straight to the dragon knight on the dragon's back.