The previous attack was nearly twice as fast and powerful as the previous ice spear. If he didn't fly high in time, the Night King would most likely hit him again.
Daenerys, riding on Drogon's back, only felt Drogon's body shake slightly, and then saw an ice spear glowing blue flew out from under Drogon and quickly disappeared.
Knowing that Drogon was hit by an ice spear, Daenerys lay on the dragon's back with tears welling up in her eyes, but she knew that now was not the time to talk, so she could only lie there and cry silently.
She also saw the Night King throwing the ice spear. She didn't expect that the Night King, who was already very powerful, could actually increase the power of the ice spear.
When facing such a powerful Night King, Drogon not only has to dodge the ice spear attacks, but also has to take care of himself on his back.
She planned to have Drogon take her back to Winterfell once he was out of danger, as she would only cause trouble if she carried him on her back.
After flying far away, he saw that the Night King did not continue to attack but was slowly following him. Drogon flew a few kilometers before landing on the ground.
As soon as Drogon landed, Daenerys quickly walked off the dragon's back and came to Drogon's chest.
Looking at the one-meter-long wound that was still emitting cold air, Daenerys was surprised and relieved at the same time.
The wound was not particularly deep. Apart from the loss of the surface scales, there was only a two-finger-deep cut on the skin, which was not too serious for Drogon's huge body.
But the ice plasma that had not yet completely melted made Daenerys extremely wary.
As a fire dragon, one can imagine how hot Drogon's body is, but even so it still couldn't completely eliminate the chill brought by the ice spear.
Looking down at the wound on his chest, Drogon did not expect that the cold power attached to the ice spear would be so strong.
[Don't touch! ]
Seeing that the Dragon Queen was about to use her hands to pick out the ice in the wound, Drogon hurriedly stopped her.
Those are not ordinary ice chips, but ice containing the power of the god of cold. Daenerys is likely to get frostbite if she touches it.
Hearing Drogon's inner thoughts, Daenerys quickly retracted her hand.
Lowering his huge head, Drogon gently nudged Daenerys, pushed her aside, and blew a breath into his chest.
As the hot air with a hint of smoke touched the ice chips in the wound, blood flowed down the wound.
When the ice melted completely, Daenerys came over again and took out a silk cloth to wipe the blood from Drogon's wound.
"Drogon, can we defeat the Night King?" Daenerys asked while wiping the remaining blood off Drogon.
She originally thought that with an army of hundreds of thousands, plus Drogon's three dragons, it would not be difficult to destroy the Night King's army of the dead.
No one expected the Night King to be so powerful. Even Drogon had to be careful in dealing with him and was injured.
She wanted to take Drogon back to Dragonstone to prevent him from getting hurt again, but she knew she couldn't retreat.
Otherwise, with the Night King's power, he would definitely wreak havoc in the North and then invade the South, and eventually the whole of Westeros would turn into a cold winter with flying ice and snow.
Now she can only ask Drogon, hoping to get hope from him to defeat the Night King.
[The Night King will definitely die!] Drogon said affirmatively after hearing Daenerys's somewhat discouraged question.
"Really?" Daenerys didn't expect to hear such an affirmative answer from Drogon.
Was it because she was holding Drogon back that he got hurt? Otherwise, would he have been able to defeat the Night King? Daenerys was happy but also felt a little guilty.
Of course, Drogon had no idea what Daenerys was thinking, and his answer just now was not simply to comfort her.
Although he did not dodge the attack just now, he also knew another trump card of the Night King. Instead of being worried, he felt more relieved.
"Drogon, it's so nice that we can talk like this!" After wiping Drogon's wound, Daenerys said happily while holding Drogon's big head.
Faced with a powerful enemy, she no longer wanted to hide the fact that she could hear drogon's thoughts.
[It's a pity that I can't sleep comfortably...] drogon felt a little regretful.
Daenerys: "???"
What does this have to do with sleep? Looking at Drogon, Daenerys was puzzled.
"you!!!"
When she first heard drogon's words, she was a little confused, but then she thought of what drogon meant.
It turned out that he had always thought that teaching him to write was hypnosis.
Daenerys was about to get angry, but when she thought of the warm feeling she had when teaching Drogon to write, she seemed to enjoy that feeling very much.
It's a pity that I will never have to teach Drogon to write again, Daenerys thought a little depressed.
Then it suddenly occurred to her that she could communicate with drogon through telepathy, but it was difficult for drogon to communicate with shireen and other people. Should she continue to teach drogon to write?
It seems Daenerys has found another reason to continue teaching Drogon to write.
Standing up from the ground, Drogon estimated that the Night King was approaching here, and he wanted to continue leading the Night King away.
"Drogon, send me back to Winterfell!" Daenerys said when she knew she was about to leave.
Facing the weird Night King, she can only cause more trouble here.
Looking at Daenerys, Drogon nodded slightly. She was indeed not safe here.
Daenerys rode on the dragon's back. Drogon observed the Night King's movements from high in the sky, but did not give up on going to Winterfell. He flew north for a distance and made a circle before flying towards Winterfell.
In Winterfell, seeing Drogon flying back with Daenerys so quickly, Tyrion and his companions thought that Drogon had failed to attract the Night King, and they all went out of the city gate to find out what was going on.
Looking at Daenerys getting off Drogon's back, Tyrion was about to speak when he saw the one-meter-long scarlet wound on Drogon's chest.
Tyrion was shocked. Like everyone else, he was counting on Drogon to deal with the Night King, but he didn't expect Drogon to be injured so soon.
"Drogon is fine. The Death Army has been lured away. We must speed up the creation of dragonglass weapons and strengthen fortifications."
Seeing Tyrion's surprised look, Daenerys got off the dragon's back and spoke calmly.
She knew that Drogon was the backbone of the Dragonstone soldiers and the source of their confidence in victory. If the news of Drogon's injury spread before the battle began, it would inevitably deal a huge blow to the morale of the coalition forces.
Hearing Daenerys' words, Tyrion was slightly stunned, a little surprised at Daenerys' attitude towards Drogon's injury.
Then he understood why Daenerys said that, and waved his hand to let the people who came with him go back and talk again.
"Drogon, be careful!" Daenerys said reluctantly after hugging Drogon's big head and kissing him.
Drogon rubbed Daenerys gently to reassure her, then stood up, spread his wings and flew towards the army of the dead.
Seeing that Drogon's movements were not affected at all, Tyrion and others gradually felt relieved. Drogon was the greatest reliance in dealing with the Night King. If something happened to him, no matter how many wights the soldiers killed, it would be of no avail.
Back in the council hall at Winterfell, Daenerys told everyone about the Night King's strange methods. They had never expected that the Night King's spear was so powerful that even Drogon, who was resisting the crossbow arrows, could not withstand it, and could not even dodge it.