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Silverwing roared and spread its sky-covering wings. This silver dragon, which had always followed Vermithor, the tyrannical beast, once again displayed its majestic posture, having burned Flowers Valley and made the pirates of the Stepstones wail in dragonflame.
Vermithor's roar made the entire mountain range tremble, Arrax's melodious cries like a ballad, Shadow Nightmare's terrifying screams that could make children cry, Sarafasas's low growl, Skyfire's deep but prolonged roar, Dawn and Dawn's varied sounds, Syrax's unwilling roar, and Hovendes's distant and ethereal sound like a whale song.
The dragons harmonized with their roars for Silverwing.
The people on the tower top silently watched the dragons flying around. Valenna and Daniela had already donned the black veils prepared for them, but they weren't crying. There was only longing and a hint of fanaticism in the two girls' eyes. However, the two girls were still somewhat different; Daniela's eyes held more longing, while Valenna's held more fanaticism.
Valarr's life was nearing its end. At the banquet tonight, he had drunk strong liquor and consumed a large amount of sweets and meat, enough to trigger his illness. In fact, by the end of the banquet, he was completely unable to move. If not for Dragonzel's blood magic, he might have collapsed on the spot at the banquet.
But he still insisted on following the people to the tower top and mounting his Silverwing.
On the top of the adjacent Flame Tower, the Targaryen family also watched this scene. King Aegon was somewhat sad; he quietly watched the dragons circling Silverwing, which slowly flew into the sky, without saying a word.
Aemon stood there solemnly, his eyes filled with reverence and longing. Daeron stood side by side with Jane, saying with some envy, "Jane, when I'm old and tired of living, I'll also ride my dragon and fly like this."
Young Prince Daeron's eyes were full of envy: "Whether falling from a dragon's back or letting my body perish with the dragon, isn't it the greatest fortune for us who bear the blood of the dragon?" He nudged Jane, whose tears were slowly falling. "Don't you agree, Jane?"
Jane glanced at Daeron. Although she didn't want to train dragons, nor was she interested in taming her own dragon, she was still a descendant of the Dragon King family in her heart, and her love for the sky was still deeply rooted within her.
However, saying such things at this moment... she really didn't know what Daeron was thinking. Jane just nodded, ignoring him.
In the distance.
Valarr was already very weak. His current physique no longer allowed him to lie prone on the dragon saddle as he did when he was young, performing many actions that Ray envied, or even bending down to grasp the handguard was extremely difficult, but he still maintained his balance with years of dragon-riding experience.
Silverwing conveyed worry. It was connected to Valarr's heart and naturally knew its companion's physical condition.
"It's nothing, it's nothing," Valarr bent down with difficulty and patted Silverwing's scales. "Old friend, let's do it one more time."
Silverwing conveyed a feeling of resistance. It knew what Valarr wanted to do, but Valarr's life fire was about to extinguish, and his bloodline could no longer keep him unharmed in Silverwing's dragonflame.
"Old friend, Silverwing," Valarr said softly, "Don't make me suffer too much. I'm already very satisfied to fly with you one last time. Let me go comfortably to meet my ancestors, and my dead old father."
Valarr suddenly smiled. He recalled his elusive dead old father. To be honest, his relationship with both parents was distant. In his childhood and adolescence, the role of a father was actually filled by Dragonzel, who was the same age as him. Even as his life neared its end, he couldn't even remember what his father looked like.
"Let me see what you really look like, Father," Valarr closed his eyes, and his obese body suddenly leaned forward, and he lay prone on the dragon saddle.
"Climb."
Silverwing spread its wings flat and soared into the sky.
"Dracarys"
Silverwing hesitated for a moment and did not breathe dragonflame.
The dragons also hovered below it, gazing at Silverwing as it flew higher and higher.
The Varezes family members couldn't help but lower their heads at this moment.
"Children, look up." Dragonzel's voice echoed in the ears of every Varezes.
"Father…" Daniela, holding Legan, finally raised her head. Serena's eyes still had traces of tears, tightly gripping Orion's hand. Jacaerys and Rhaegor stood together, behind Valenna and Daniela. Lady Helena, Jacaerys's wife, stood beside Valenna, gently comforting her good sister. Ray and Rhaenyra stood together, looking up at the sky.
"This is the glory of a dragon knight," Dragonzel said softly, but Rhaegor could hear that his father's voice was not as steady as usual, and he could even detect a tremor with his naked ear. "To die in the sky, to perish on a dragon's back, is the glory of the Dragon King's bloodline."
"Dracarys," Valarr said the High Valyrian command again. Silverwing could feel its companion's pain and also sensed that the life fire within its companion had extinguished.
It finally opened its mouth, and scorching dragonflame shot skyward, suddenly exploding in the air. Like a giant flower blooming in the sky, or a huge mushroom with a fiery canopy, Silverwing roared as it passed through the dragonflame that could melt rock.
When Valarr was young, the Dragon King family's bloodline, and the protection gained from being connected to a dragon, allowed him to ignore the short-term burning of dragonflame. But now, Valarr's life fire had extinguished.
He could no longer resist the burning.
The flames ignited his flesh, which had swollen from overeating, ignited the fat beneath his flesh, ignited everything within him. In just an instant, the dragon knight who had once brought destruction to his enemies became a candle on the dragon's back.
He was consumed in a blink of an eye.
Dragonzel extended his hand, pointing at the dragon in the sky.
Vaguely, everyone failed to notice that Valarr, who had been consumed by the flames, left no ashes, but slowly descended with the falling fire rain into the mountains of the Red Mountains.
At this moment, in the underground cave, Melisandre glanced at the suddenly glowing magma, frowned, but ultimately couldn't figure out what had happened, so she continued to study her murals.
The dragons mourned in unison, then fell silent. Vermithor slowly descended to the edge of Dragon Nest Tower's wide tower, watching Silverwing, which was also slowly descending, its dragon saddle on its back now empty.
At that moment, the entire Dragon Nest City could hear Silverwing's painful wail.
Dragonzel walked behind Valenna and said softly, "Go." He pointed at Silverwing. "That's the companion Valarr left for you. Go."
Valenna was prepared for this. She took off her black veil, and beneath it was a neat, black riding suit, symbolizing mourning. Valarr had already told her about his affairs after his death before attending the banquet.
Silverwing lowered its head, looking at the girl who was walking resolutely towards it.
Silverwing made no sound.
The girl also made no sound.
Valenna seemed oblivious to Silverwing's lowered massive head, the knife-like teeth in its slightly open dragon mouth, and the faintly visible red glow.
She simply walked towards Silverwing's body. Silverwing looked at the girl, then closed its mouth. The red glow receded, and the dragon also slightly lowered its head.
Valenna walked non-stop to the suspended ladder, kicked off forcefully, and climbed up the ladder in a few swift movements. She looked at the clean dragon saddle, and for a moment, she actually felt as if it were all a dream.
But she knew it wasn't a dream.
The dragon saddle, made of special material, could withstand prolonged burning from dragonflame. Even Vermithor's dragonflame couldn't melt the dragon saddle.
Touching the still warm saddle, the girl sat down without hesitation and tightly gripped the handguard.
Until this moment, Silverwing had not struggled.
Valenna closed her eyes.
"Silverwing, take off!"
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