Go? Where do you plan on going with my dragonlord's horn?"
Viserys Targaryen let out a playful sneer.
Instantly, Euron Greyjoy's face changed dramatically.
The dragonlord's horn and the sea dragon eggs were treasures he had just obtained from the Valyrian Doom Ruins; it was impossible for anyone to know about them.
Yet, this man before him could not only control giant dragons but also intercept him outside the smoke sea of the Valyrian Doom Ruins!
Looking at the silver-haired, purple-eyed dragonlord before him, he couldn't help but be greatly shaken, cold sweat breaking out.
It was well known that the giant dragons of Westeros had been extinct for over a hundred years, but the man before him was accompanied by several giant dragons.
Could it be that the Valyrian Doom Ruins were already claimed?
At this thought, cold sweat poured down him.
In the open sea, even with his dark magic, he had absolutely no ability to resist at this moment.
The next moment, he calmly untied the dragonlord's horn from his waist, raised it into the air, and threatened, "The dragonlord's horn is with me, but you must first use a giant dragon to carry me out to sea, otherwise, I'll throw it into the ocean!"
"Deal!"
Viserys Targaryen looked at Euron, who was clinging desperately to a broken piece of wood and shivering from the cold in the sea; he wasn't afraid of Euron's tricks and nodded in agreement.
Seeing Viserys Targaryen nod in agreement, a look of secret delight finally appeared on Euron Greyjoy's face.
Not only had he escaped death, but he also had the honor of becoming the first man in Westeros to ride a dragon.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a surge of ecstasy.
However, the next moment, his face changed dramatically.
"Thud!"
The giant dragon's claw was as hard as steel, firmly restraining his body.
In an instant, the world spun.
"Ugh!"
Caught off guard, he vomited profusely, feeling as if all his internal organs were coming out.
However, Viserys Targaryen did not pause at all.
Without a second thought, he flew directly towards the City-State of Pentos... Whoosh!
Outside the City-State of Pentos, the sea wind roared, and bells and drums boomed.
Countless flames of war had already swept over the walls of Pentos!
"Ballistas ready, fire!"
A nobleman from Qohor watched all this indifferently and gave the order.
The next moment, countless huge, oil-soaked stones were launched onto the city walls by trebuchets.
Before long, the entire city wall was engulfed in raging flames.
"Attack!"
Khal Drogo's lips curled into a cruel sneer.
For three years, he had been unable to find an opportunity to confront the little King of Pentos directly.
This cunning fellow always hid within the city walls, defending it, and frequently launched harassing attacks during the breeding season for cattle and horses.
Now, with the help of the Sealord of Braavos, he finally had a chance to avenge himself!
"Whoop-whoop!"
Forty thousand Dothraki horde cavalry shouted loudly and charged towards the City-State of Pentos without looking back.
"Hahaha, slave legions, prepare to attack!"
A great slaver from Astapor looked excitedly at the distant city walls.
The Unsullied Army fighting with all their might atop the walls of Pentos were mostly under his command.
"That damned Viserys, not a single one of the dragon eggss he sold me hatched!"
His face became incredibly ferocious, and his eyes were filled with gloom.
Watching the Unsullied Army, who should have been fighting for him, now defending the city for Viserys Targaryen, he grew even more frenzied: "The army on the walls, they should be mine... mine!"
"Close the city gates, quickly close the city gates!"
On the city walls, Magister Illyrio was so scared his face turned green!
He knew clearly how brutal the Dothraki horde warriors were.
If Pentos fell, men would either be killed or sold as slaves; women would not escape the fate of being raped and sold.
Even he, a Magister as rich as a kingdom, would certainly not fare well even if he surrendered his treasures!
At this moment, the Unsullied Army was desperately defending the walls of Pentos, and Ser Joffrey's Royal Navy was forced to abandon the Pentos docks, retreating to the inner city for defense.
"Shoot arrows, shoot arrows!"
Ser Willem Darry shouted loudly.
Looking at the enemy forces, as numerous as a locust plague, he even wished he had more hands to draw and nock arrows.
However, despite the volley of arrows from the city walls, they still could not stop the enemy's advance!
"Fortunately, the Dothraki horde tribes don't have large siege engines!"
Ser Joffrey said with lingering fear.
However, the next moment, everyone's hearts leaped to their throats.
"Siege rams ready!"
Accompanied by the loud shouts of the Meereenese nobles, the renowned arena slave legions from Meereen also joined the battle.
The heavy battering rams were carried by dozens of strong slave warriors, while countless soldiers around them raised their shields to block the arrows raining down from above.
"Oh no,"
Everyone's faces changed dramatically.
They had thought this was just a sneak attack, but unexpectedly, it was a siege of the City-State of Pentos by the top powers of the Essos Continent.
"Braavos, Iron Bank!"
A heavy gloom flashed through everyone's minds!
Without his intervention, the City-State of Pentos would never have faced such a premeditated siege!
"Open the city gates, sally out, and destroy the siege rams!"
Ser Willem Darry said with a grim face.
The battle was stalemated at this point; if they didn't disrupt the enemy's siege progress, the fall of Pentos was only a matter of time!
However, Grey Worm, the Unsullied leader, and Ser Joffrey, who were nearby, shook their heads with ashen faces.
Opening the city gates now would be tantamount to self-destruction.
They could only wait for Viserys Targaryen's return.
Outside the city, the common people who couldn't escape were wantonly slaughtered like ants by the Dothraki horde soldiers, while Varys, Ser Joffrey, and others could only watch coldly from the city walls.
"The armies of Qohor, Meereen, and Astapor are all here!"
Viserys Targaryen frowned deeply, greatly surprised.
On the Essos Continent, no power, except for the Iron Bank, could invite all three of these city-states to act simultaneously.
"It seems the Sealord couldn't resist getting involved after all!"
Viserys Targaryen sneered.
Whether it was the bribery from the Dukes of the Westerlands across the Narrow Sea or the power struggles on the Essos Continent, Viserys Targaryen was destined to be an enemy of Braavos.
Even during the peak of the Targaryen Dynasty, in the time of Viserys Targaryen II, when he possessed dozens of wild dragons, the Iron Bank of Braavos still dared to support Craghas Drahar of the Stepstones in causing trouble.
Had it not been for his ancestor, Daemon Targaryen, defying royal orders and personally intervening to slay him, the entire dynasty would likely have continued to kowtow to the Iron Bank.
"How can others snore on my bed?"
Viserys Targaryen couldn't help but sneer.
Not to mention the Sealord couldn't resist making a move, his dragon army was already famished!
Suddenly, a sharp pain came from under Yangyan's foot, and Viserys Targaryen gave a fierce tug, causing the dragon's claw to loosen instantly.