Chapter 261: Return

Balerion vented his fury in a torrent of flame, engulfing several giant crossbows on the ground.

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

Several more spears were launched into the air, but their trajectories were wildly off.

Then, at Viserys' command, the black dragon roared, gained altitude, spread its wings, and flew back towards distant Pentos.

Huff...

Huff...

Under the afternoon sun, the dragon's massive figure gradually receded, its scales reflecting a metallic glow.

The chaotic Dothraki on the ground finally began to stabilize somewhat, but they still shot a few spears in a venting manner at the retreating figure of the black dragon.

However, Balerion had already flown to a great height. The spears launched by the giant crossbows lost their momentum halfway through the air and fell back to the ground.

On the battlefield, the Dothraki warriors controlled their mounts, stroked their manes with their hands, embraced their horses' necks, and calmed their companions' tense emotions.

Every Dothraki's best friend is his warhorse.

"He's finally retreated."

The three Khals hiding among their people breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the terrifying dragon spread its wings and fly away.

It had been a close call. If the Khal riding the dragon had spotted them, or if they had been unlucky and the fire from the sky had fallen on their heads, they would have been dead.

This time, the Dothraki, united with five Khals and eighty thousand roaring warriors, had become a laughingstock. After all, the first battle had seen three Khals burned to death by the dragon-riding Khal.

However, luckily, none of this happened.

"It seems that those 'dragon killers' are effective."

Although the giant crossbows had not hit their mark, the rampaging dragon had retreated, which proved their effectiveness.

The three Khals breathed a sigh of relief, and their hearts were slightly uplifted.

As long as there were things that this terrifying creature feared, they felt better. Otherwise, they really didn't know how to continue this battle.

On the other side...

The young king personally rode the dragon into battle, single-handedly stopping the aggressive Dothraki attack. The grand spectacle of the burning plains stirred people's hearts.

"Ohhh!!"

Deafening cheers came from the walls of Pentos.

The morale of the Pentos garrison soared instantly. Having a dragon to fight alongside was a great boost to morale.

Half a year ago, on the night of blood, many of the current Pentos garrison had experienced that war.

But at that time, some of them were the surrendered garrison, and some were mercenaries who had not directly participated in the battle of the prince's palace, so they did not have a direct impression of the power of the dragon.

But now...

Including the crowded refugees outside the city of Pentos, they had all witnessed this scene.

Their homes had been destroyed by the Dothraki, their families slaughtered, their wealth plundered. Now, seeing this scene, they couldn't help but shed tears of joy.

Jon Connington, leading the cavalry out of the city to cover the refugees, also saw this scene.

The man with grey-red hair took off his helmet and held it in his arms. His face still had traces of blood that hadn't been wiped clean.

He took a deep breath, turned his head to look at the dragon returning to Pentos in the sky, and then took a deep breath.

"Into the city!"

Thump, thump, thump...

Then he spurred his warhorse, the sound of hooves rang out, leading the cavalry who had gone out to cover the refugees back into the city.

"Close the city gates!"

"Close the city gates!"

The commander on the city wall also issued the order at this time.

Creak—

The soldiers then pulled on the ropes, the winch made a teeth-grinding sound, and the massive city gates closed with a thunderous noise.

With the closing of the city gates, the entire massive city-state was completely sealed off, becoming as impregnable as a fortress.

Huff~

And Viserys, riding Balerion, also landed in a wide open space in the city of Pentos, large enough to accommodate a dragon.

Boom—

The dragon landed with a heavy sound, stirring up dust that slowly dispersed. Balerion stretched his neck slightly, letting out a low roar.

"Well done."

Viserys gently patted Balerion's neck, then stood up on the back of the black dragon. Under the sunlight, his armor reflected a bright light, and his long hair was freely spread out.

Then, from the back of the black dragon, he jumped down along the wide wings.

Thump.

"Your Majesty."

At this time, a guard came forward to take the helmet that Viserys had taken off.

"Mm."

Viserys nodded, then walked towards the direction of the city wall, speaking as he walked.

"Prepare more food for Balerion, let him rest well."

Balerion had exerted a lot of effort just now, and Viserys naturally couldn't neglect his partner.

Whether they could face an enemy two or three times their size and defeat them mainly depended on Balerion's performance.

"Understood, Your Majesty."

The guard following Viserys quickly nodded in agreement, then ordered the logistics supply to bring two cows to 'Lord' Balerion.

Thump, thump...

And Viserys hurriedly climbed onto the city wall.

The soldiers on both sides of the path cast fervent glances at him. They had just witnessed the scene of the king riding a dragon and turning the tide.

In their minds, Viserys was now like a god-like figure.

"Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty."

Viserys nodded slightly in response.

At this time, Jon Connington had also climbed onto the city wall, having removed his blood-stained armor.

He was leaning on the battlements, looking at the distant Dothraki, and only turned around when he heard the movement behind him, seeing Viserys approaching.

"Your Majesty." The man with grey-red hair nodded in salute, and Viserys came to his side and looked out into the distance.

After the baptism of dragon fire, the arrogant Dothraki had been largely extinguished, their morale now much lower, and it seemed they no longer planned to attack Pentos today.

Instead, they slowly retreated like a receding tide, preparing to set up camp, dig pits, and cook.

"Jon."

"What do you think are the chances of us going out of the city to pursue and defeat the Dothraki now?"

Watching the Dothraki retreat in the distance, Viserys was silent for a moment, then turned his head and suddenly asked.

"No!"

"Your Majesty!"

Jon, whose mind was on other things, was startled by Viserys' words and quickly spoke up to stop him.

He knew that Viserys had once defeated the Dothraki in an open field and was quite confident.

However, the situation in Pentos now was different from then.

There were still many major problems to be addressed.