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On the wilderness outside Viserysburg, the flags of the Tyroshi three-headed god fluttered high atop the towers, and the sight of the large trebuchets was an eyesore.
The Tyroshi Alliance Army placed two giant trebuchets at the edge of a camp, situated between the Tyroshi ramparts and the Dothraki clan camp.
Even the Tyroshis and mercenaries felt a sense of fear toward the savage and cold dothraki, not to mention that the horsemen had been worn down for two days and might already be furious.
Around the trebuchets, the Tyroshi Alliance Army used additional timber to build a small fortification, with completed watchtowers nearby.
However, the Alliance Army did not place sharpened stakes around the camp, nor did they dig deep trenches; a wide road connected the main camp and this small fortification.
Of course, the Tyroshi Alliance Army was still underestimating the enemy in their hearts, and the discipline of ordinary mercenaries could not compare to the Golden Company.
After all, before these tens of thousands of Dothraki Screamers, the Alliance Army believed there was a high probability that the Andals would be wiped out if they came out for a field battle; Andalos did not have the three thousand Unsullied of Qohor from back then.
The Tyroshi Alliance Army already felt a sense of accomplishment filled with advantage, needing only two machines—the two large trebuchets continuously hurling corpses—until the White City could no longer endure.
When the people of Andalos came out to fight, the army of dothraki horsemen would strike, wiping out the Andal soldiers like wind sweeping away clouds.
This victory would be within easy reach.
Their thinking was correct; after all, no army could brave the arrow rain of tens of thousands of cavalry to destroy the Tyroshi trebuchets.
But, Viserys had a dragon.
"Dragon Slayer, swing away."
"Let us become true Dragon Slayers and kill that last True Dragon," the mercenaries shouted joyfully.
Suddenly, a golden shadow swept across the battlefield, and the Tyroshi Alliance Army guarding the trebuchets only saw golden-red furious flames engulfing the two giant trebuchets.
The trebuchets were mainly made of giant timber, with plenty of animal fat, large animal tendons, and leather added for lubrication—all natural combustibles.
Raging flames fell from the sky, and the King of Fire and Ash appeared in the heavens.
Viserys wore shimmering silver scale armor, and Sunfyre's golden scales were like a new, blazing sun.
The wind, mixed with the scent of sulfur and fire, shimmered, shining upon the helmets, breastplates, and shields of the Tyroshi Alliance soldiers.
To facilitate movement, many mercenaries were not fully armored at all.
In their hearts, they didn't believe for a moment that the Andal army would dare to come out and counterattack once the trebuchets were set up; after all, there were tens of thousands of Dothraki Screamers acting as a heavenly host.
"What beautiful armor," many mercenaries thought.
But their second thought quickly shifted to "Run!"
Before extreme violence and cold flames, fleeing was the only possible way, but it was already too late.
"Dragonflame!" Viserys commanded.
Sunfyre's neck curved like a bowstring, and then came the fire, even hotter and brighter flames.
The giant trebuchets the Tyroshi Alliance Army had painstakingly built were destroyed in an instant, along with the mercenaries responsible for guarding them.
Dragon Slayer and Kiss of the Three-Headed God shattered and exploded in the flames, as black smoke billowed into the sky.
Mercenaries danced and wailed in the fire, flames covering them from head to toe; they had kissed death before they could even taste the sweetness of victory.
The air was filled with the scorched stench of burning flesh.
"It's a dragon, a dragon!"
"Run!"
"There's a dragon in Viserysburg."
Many mercenaries stumbled and ran around aimlessly, dying in the high heat and spreading the fire to new places.
The soldiers were like ants scurrying in the fire; everything was like a Shura hell.
"Mama!"
"Please forgive me, three-headed god!"
"Damn the Archon of Tyrosh, the other side has a dragon... fuck..." In the face of death, people began to mutter the names they wanted to say most.
The mercenaries guarding near the trebuchets were swept away by the flames, becoming new sources of fire themselves.
Viserys also discovered a new prey: not far away was a Tyroshi man with a green beard, pot-bellied, dressed magnificently, with various rings on his hands.
In the chaos, he was pushed onto a horse by a Squire, but his movements were clumsy; now, even if he wanted to throw away those beautiful decorations, it was too late. Viserys easily recognized him as a high-ranking Tyroshi official; not knowing exactly who he was, he decided to kill him first.
"Dragonflame!" Viserys commanded; Sunfyre tore through the clouds and then soared and circled.
The group escorting the Tyroshi Commander-in-Chief to escape was shocked, yet they could not escape the dragon's maw.
Sunfyre spread his wings in the sky like a dancing eagle.
"Boom!" A blazing golden-red fireball spun down, and that green-bearded Tyroshi Commander-in-Chief could not dodge at all.
"Get away!"
"Get away!" the Tyroshi Commander-in-Chief wailed. Then the flames first ignited his hair, then his beard, and his magnificent clothes.
The fire ignited rapidly; Tyroshi people liked to put oil on their hair and beards, which made them die even faster.
The flames burned fiercely, melting his eyes, which melted and exploded like eggs. The fire crowned the Tyroshi man, rising twice as high as his head.
The scorched smell spread through the air, and the Tyroshi man's howls drowned out all other sounds.
However, the Tyroshi Commander-in-Chief's miserable howls soon ended, and he turned into a piece of charcoal.
Then came more slaughter.
"Commander-in-Chief." The Tyroshi guards were terrified; they hadn't expected that the Commander-in-Chief, taking charge of such a large-scale war for the first time, would perish in an instant.
Viserys felt a surge of joy; he had ignited the trebuchets and killed a Commander-in-Chief along the way—a double blessing.
But they had no time to wail for the Commander-in-Chief's fate; the warhorses, frightened by the dragon and flames, galloped wildly until they foamed at the mouth, yet they were covered by Dragonflame one by one until they died.
Those who could not escape, the desperate Tyroshi mercenaries, tried to fire a few crossbow bolts at Sunfyre, but to no avail.
Sunfyre was agile; the arrows hadn't even touched the dragon's body before they only provoked fresh anger from the beast.
Those that luckily hit Viserys could not break through his silver-plated armor.
Sunfyre soared into the sky, leaving behind a messy camp.
"It's a dragon, a dragon. Get the Scorpion ready, get the ballistae ready." In the chaotic camp, roars of anger rose one after another.
Viserys rode Sunfyre toward a new location; he did not attack the central army of Bloodbeard and the others.
Instead, he changed direction toward the Tyroshi stables and the mule cart logistics team.
The stables and mule cart logistics team were originally at the rear of the Tyroshi siege camp; according to normal military logic, it would be difficult for an army to break through to this point.
But now, Viserys could launch imaginative attacks by relying on the dragon.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
The Scorpion archers on the camp walls immediately fired several long bolts, but Sunfyre easily dodged them.
There weren't many Scorpions here, and after Sunfyre had established a mental link with Viserys, the coordination between the two was even closer.
"Dragonflame!" Two towers of the Tyroshi siege camp dissolved in the fire, and the archers standing on the watchtowers fell to the ground engulfed in flames.
"Dragonflame!" Viserys continued to command. The dragon's wrath soon swept through the Tyroshi stables. The warhorses that didn't have time to get out let out shrill wails in the fire and then died along with the collapsing straw sheds.
As for the nearby mule cart logistics camp, the carts transporting food supplies, salted meat, and fine wine all began to burn.
The fragrance of food and the scent of death mingled together; it was already too late to save these supplies.
Viserys killed and burned, while Sunfyre rampaged through the Tyroshi Alliance camp.
Viserys first burned the giant trebuchets, then ignited the Tyroshi Alliance's horses and logistics camp once again.
"It's over, it's all over." Bloodbeard slumped to the ground, grabbed a handful of dirt, and slapped it on his face; his blood-colored beard was all too striking.