Hobart's efficiency was very high; in less than half an hour, he had gathered all the knights and warriors of the Hightower.
After a few more moments, he had everyone equipped with fine armor and weapons, and then he stormed out of the Hightower with great momentum.
However, outside the Hightower at this time, it was already a scene like purgatory.
Charred bodies had almost completely filled the road in front of the Hightower.
The dense smoke and the choking, foul smell of charred corpses made many young knights and warriors unable to help but retch on the side.
Watching the five Dragons tirelessly spewing Dragonflame above the rioters, each breath of Dragonflame would take away at least a hundred lives.
Especially the pink Dragon, it cunningly melted all the rioters' escape routes into lava with its Dragonflame.
Even the rioters who had sobered up had no way to retreat if they wanted to escape.
So, amidst the flames and dense smoke, the rioters let out agonizing wails!
The miserable wails of tens of thousands of people almost echoed through half of Oldtown.
This caused the children, domestic dogs, and stray dogs of Oldtown to join in the wailing.
Coupled with the bandits seizing the opportunity to cause chaos, smashing, burning, and looting everywhere, Oldtown at this time truly resembled a living hell.
And the screams of these people, when they reached the Hightower, continuously reverberated within the towering Hightower, making these sounds even more terrifying and horrifying.
All the female members of the Hightower Family went with Lady Hightower to the Sept to pray, hoping that the Seven Gods would descend with divine power and quickly stop the horrifying tragedy unfolding before them.
Some timid girls were already crying, unable to stop their quiet sobs even in the Sept.
Earl Hightower looked through the window and saw fires everywhere in Oldtown, his mood sinking to the Vale.
His slightly fat body trembled uncontrollably at this moment, filled with both fear and anger.
"Damn it! What exactly is going on?"
At this moment, Earl Hightower felt as if everything had spiraled out of control.
"Uncle, do we still need to protect these Dragons?! And it seems we can't get out now!"
A young and handsome Hightower knight asked Hobart Hightower, who was leading, in a trembling voice.
Hobart looked at the scene before him and couldn't help but swallow a few gulps of saliva.
"Seven Gods! I wonder how Princess Daenerys is doing now?"
Looking at the terrifying scene before him, Hobart was truly afraid that Daenerys had been caught among the rioters.
If that were true, then the Hightower Family would truly have no chance of recovery.
Just as Hobart Hightower was so anxious he wished he could grow a pair of wings and fly out to find Daenerys, a beautiful voice sounded in his ear,
"Hobart!"
Hobart turned his head and saw Princess Daenerys, safely seated on Dreamfire's back.
The high frequency of chanting spells made Daenerys feel very tired, so she immediately had Dreamfire lower her body so she could rest for a while.
She happened to see that Hobart had finally brought out all the armed forces of the Hightower Family, so she immediately shouted loudly to them.
"Your Royal Highness!"
At this moment, Hobart's heart was filled with excitement and relief; as long as Princess Daenerys was safe, these Dragons also seemed to be fine.
Their new crisis for the Hightower family was also resolved.
So, he quickly led his men to detour towards Daenerys's direction.
However, the anxious Hobart did not notice that Daenerys's face was already full of a brutal smile.
"Dracarys!"
Just as they were excitedly, with great effort, climbing over the mountain of corpses and reaching Dreamfire's front, they heard Daenerys's cold voice, as if from hell.
The black-blue Dragonflame instantly engulfed Hobart Hightower and the Hightower knights beside him, and the Hightower family soldiers who lagged behind also did not escape Dreamfire's subsequent Dragonflame baptism.
Their bodies were instantly ignited, and their armor and swords quickly turned into molten steel.
Their flesh and blood quickly merged with the molten steel, and then fused with the nearby charred corpses.
After dealing with them, Daenerys, Dreamfire, and Aposos all soared into the sky; now, those rioters were all surrounded.
Daenerys was also ready to conclude tonight's operation, so with the addition of Dreamfire and the other five adult Dragons, the remaining rioters were all burned to death by Dragonflame in less than an hour, and the vicinity of Fish Beam Wood Garden finally returned to quiet.
Meanwhile, beneath the tens of thousands of rioters' corpses, the molten steel torrent formed by their melted weapons had gradually cooled down.
However, no one had yet discovered that all this molten steel had turned smoky black, and more than half of the energy contained in the black stones at the base of the Hightower had been consumed.
The energy that was originally evenly matched with the Weirwood was now completely overwhelmed by the Weirwood.
The newly generated energy from the black stones was also continuously drawn by the Weirwood to strengthen itself.
At this time, the Dragons, after several hours of fighting, were also somewhat exhausted.
Daenerys recalled all of them.
And the Dragons, looking at the fragrant, roasted corpses all over the ground, unceremoniously began to feast, and Daenerys did not stop their behavior.
Because Daenerys, who was telepathically connected with the Dragons, knew that these corpses were of great benefit to the Dragons.
Because Daenerys had been chanting blood sacrifice spells since the beginning of the battle, the rioters killed by their Dragonflame had, to some extent, completed a blood sacrifice ritual.
Their souls and the power of their flesh and blood after death would be absorbed by the Dragons in a miraculous way.
What Daenerys did not realize was that during her chanting, the energy generated by these rioters' blood sacrifice was not only absorbed by the Dragons, but the Weirwood tree also received enormous benefits.
Perhaps because the Dragons had consumed too much tonight, or because the blood sacrifice ritual was too powerful, Dreamfire, Daenerys's mount, had devoured four or five hundred charred corpses and still wasn't full.
Moreover, through her telepathic link with Dreamfire and Daenerys's magical perception ability, she discovered that Dreamfire's entire body's magic power had become exceptionally active and had grown by as much as twofold.
Little Miraxis was even more exaggerated; her energy had increased by four or five times, and she had continuously devoured two or three hundred charred corpses.
"Could it be that the blood sacrifice ritual has strengthened their current digestive abilities?"
However, being able to eat is always good; after all, the least scarce thing at the moment was corpses, and being devoured by the Dragons could be considered recycling.
Nine Dragons had devoured four or five thousand charred corpses before finally being full.
So Daenerys rode Dreamfire directly towards her room, Earl Hightower's room, in the Hightower, with Miraxis following closely behind.
Seeing Dreamfire heading straight towards him through the window, Earl Hightower quickly fled towards the door.
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