The appearance of Ghidorah was the final straw that broke the camel's back. Looking at the oncoming dust and the massive figure in the field, his heart couldn't help but pound violently.
Euron's breathing became heavy, and his single eye scanned back and forth between Viserys and Ghidorah.
He realized that everything he had meticulously planned—his narrow escape in the ruins of Valyria to find the horn, and the men who had lost their lives to it—had all been in vain.
No, it wasn't a complete failure yet.
He was Euron Greyjoy, a son of the Drowned God, a pirate who had crawled out of countless perils. His shock lasted only a fleeting moment before it was replaced by a look of ruthlessness and resolve.
His hand quietly reached for his waist, where a dagger was hidden.
His gaze locked onto Viserys. This young Dragon King didn't look like he was known for his martial prowess; under those black and red casual clothes, he probably didn't even have decent muscles. He likely relied more on the power of his dragons.
If he could just seize him and use him as a hostage, even the most terrifying dragon would be hesitant to attack. He could then escape Valyria, return to the sea, and still have a chance to turn the tables.
His mind raced through the calculations. Although the training ground was guarded by Unsullied, they were relatively far away.
The person closest to Viserys right now was him. He believed that with his explosive power, he could accomplish this before anyone could react. The opportunity was fleeting.
"Your Majesty is right, it seems legends are just legends after all." Euron suddenly relaxed his posture, speaking to lower Viserys's guard. "I was too naive. Well then, I shall leave now, taking my..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly moved.
His movements were astonishingly fast, showing a sharpness and cunning honed through life-and-death struggles.
The dagger at his waist slid into his palm the moment he moved. A cold flash of light stabbed directly toward Viserys's abdomen—a spot sufficient to cause serious injury without being immediately fatal, making it perfect for taking a hostage.
Unfortunately, he had completely misjudged his opponent.
At the very instant his dagger lunged, Viserys moved as well. He shifted his body slightly to the side, a movement so small it was almost imperceptible, yet it precisely evaded Euron's certain-hit strike.
Simultaneously, Viserys's left hand shot out like lightning, striking second but arriving first. His five fingers clamped onto Euron's right wrist, which held the dagger, like an iron shackle.
"Crack."
The crisp sound of bone fracturing echoed across the training ground. Euron didn't even feel much pain at first; his wrist simply went numb, and then the strength in his entire right arm seemed to drain away as the dagger fell to the ground.
He let out a muffled groan and instinctively threw a left punch toward Viserys's temple, a strike born from years of combat experience.
Viserys simply raised his right hand and deflected it with a seemingly casual flick. Euron's powerful punch was brushed aside, causing him to stumble forward involuntarily. The hand Viserys had clamped on Euron's right wrist twisted downward with the momentum.
"Ugh." Euron couldn't help but let out a sound.
The intense pain only registered then. Euron screamed as his body uncontrollably pitched forward.
But he was, after all, a formidable man forged in sea battles. Driven by survival instinct, a ruthless glint flashed in his single eye. Using the momentum of his fall, he slammed his head forward, aiming for Viserys's groin.
If this hit connected, no man would be able to stand back up.
Viserys frowned slightly, seeing through Euron's intention. He pulled the hand holding Euron's right wrist toward his side while simultaneously driving his knee upward with force.
"Thump."
A heavy, muffled sound rang out as Viserys's knee slammed squarely into Euron's chest. Euron's eyes bulged, and the breath he had managed to draw was completely knocked out of him by the blow.
He didn't even have time to scream, only letting out a wheezing "hurgh" as his body curled up like a shrimp.
But Viserys didn't stop. He seized Euron by the hair and slammed his head heavily onto the ground.
Only then did Viserys release his grip. Euron lay limp on the ground, blood mixed with fragments of internal organs frothing from his mouth, his single eye filled with disbelief.
He struggled to lift his head, but his vision kept swaying—a blurred sensation brought on by the excruciating pain.
From the moment Euron launched his sudden attack to the moment he lay on the ground like a dead dog, the entire process had taken no more than five or six breaths.
The Unsullied guards nearby had moved the moment Euron made his first motion.
Because they knew of Viserys's strength, they weren't overly worried, but they still split their forces. Half rushed toward Viserys, while the other half quickly subdued Euron's few subordinates.
The pirate attendants Euron had brought hadn't even fully recovered from their shock. Their captain, whom they considered incredibly powerful and as ruthless as a devil, had been taken down by Viserys in a single exchange, left without any power to resist.
They instinctively cooperated with the Unsullied's restraint.
Viserys glanced at Euron, who was slowly losing his breath on the ground, his gaze cold.
Then, he spoke to the herald standing by. "Send word to the port. Order them to seize the 'silence' immediately. Anyone who resists is to be killed on sight."
"As you command, Your Majesty." The herald obeyed and hurried away.
After dealing with this, Viserys looked up at the Young Dragons circling in the sky, especially the largest one, the deep red Melyas.
A thought quickly took shape in his mind.
Euron's pirate fleet was still outside the port. This was an excellent opportunity for real combat experience. Not only could they completely eliminate those threats, but it would also allow the Young Dragons to truly witness battle against humans.
"Go and invite Princess Rhaenys here." He instructed a nearby attendant, then added, "Tell her there is a combat mission and to be prepared."
The attendant left to carry out the order.
Soon, Rhaenys arrived, wearing a crisp Dragon-riding Outfit and the small armor Viserys had prepared for them. Her face carried a hint of nervousness and excitement.
"Brother, are we going to fight?" Her purple eyes were bright.
"Yes." Viserys nodded, walked to her side, and patted her shoulder. "Euron's pirate fleet is still outside the port. This time, you will sortie with me. Our goal is to destroy all the pirate ships. But remember, the battlefield is not a training ground. Enemies will resist, they will bleed, and they will die. Are you ready?"
Rhaenys took a deep breath and nodded firmly. "I'm ready, brother."
Ashara, Daenerys, and the others also arrived upon hearing the news. Daenerys looked somewhat envious; her three little dragons were not yet capable of carrying a rider.
"Your Majesty, are you really taking Rhaenys?" There was concern in Ashara's eyes; after all, she had watched Rhaenys grow up. "She has never experienced real combat before."
"That is precisely why she needs to go," Viserys replied. "Melyas is already strong enough. Rhaenys needs to learn how to command her dragon on the battlefield and get used to witnessing death. This target is relatively safe, making it an excellent opportunity."
He then looked at the envious Daenerys, his tone softening. "Dany, your dragons are still small. You will stay at the castle this time. When the next opportunity arises, I will definitely take you along."
Although Daenerys was a bit disappointed, she still nodded vigorously, her purple eyes full of seriousness. "I know, brother. When Vormax and the others grow up, I will definitely do even better than Rhaenys."
Hearing this, Rhaenys raised an eyebrow at Daenerys, the nervous expression on her face dissipating quite a bit.
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