Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon

Gray Island, Mo Ruola's tavern.

This man, who was once a descendant of the "Dragon King" of Volantis, was looking lovingly at the boy playing in the tavern.

The boy was not very old, with a smooth head and even his eyebrows shaved cleanly. However, his nutrition is obviously very good, his skin is fair, his height is not bad, and his blue eyes are particularly attractive.

Everyone on the island knows that Noila Mo likes his illegitimate son very much. Even the nearby lord Meral, who lost his own child, the old guy who has a sad face all day long, also likes this well-behaved and obedient child.

Peace, prosperity, and war brought many things to the island, including looser governance and increasingly wealthy islanders. Even the "illegitimate son" Aegon, who once dared not even show his face, was able to appear on the island openly under a simple disguise.

Meral already knew about the existence of this child, but in order to protect his only bloodline, the poor old man finally chose to remain silent. No one knows what Targaryen and Vareses think of their bloodline. Maybe they It had been forgotten, or maybe it wasn't there, but no matter what, Meral didn't dare to gamble.

But Morola and the others were still planning. With the help of Balar Belerys, a Volantisian who had been tortured to madness by the Varese family, the "illegitimate son" Aegon successfully established a relationship with the Hightower family in the Watchtower. They got on the line and made an engagement with the "Last Hightower".

Under normal circumstances, no matter how depressed the Hightower family is, he is still a noble. With his current status as the "bastard son" Aegon, he cannot even open the door of the Watchtower.

But this is the Greyhorror, a real prison island. House Cobb is the jailer, Hightower and Sunfire are prisoners - Hightower's status is even lower than Sunfire, and Targaryen confiscated Meral's surname. With the dragon eggs, the "Usurper" Aegon was nailed to the pillar of shame in history, and the political life of Meral and his descendants has been ended from various levels. A "Targaryen" without dragons is of great significance to the present. The two dragon king families are not even worth mentioning. As for Hightower

No one cares.

The once glorious Hightower family has completely declined. Now there are only three Hightowers or people with Hightower blood in that poor tower. The decadent Gaerin... Ser Hightower, his daughter Helena Hightower, "The Last Hightower", and a kobb, Baelor kobb - the youngest son of the kobb family, because the Hightower family blood flows through him. Bloodline, adopted as heir by the sonless Sir Guerin. The impoverished Sir Guerin once couldn't even afford to support his wife and children. If it weren't for Nora's support and Meral's support through marriage, I'm afraid there would be no Hightower now.

As a result, Noila Mo's plan went smoothly. They bypassed the surveillance of the Cobb family, successfully completed the initial plan and integrated the two families on Gray Island.

While Noila Mo was still thinking about her plan, the "illegitimate son" Aegon, who was helping to serve drinks in the tavern, suddenly looked out the window blankly.

"Aegon? What's wrong?" Ayal, who was wiping the cup on the counter, asked with a smile, but "illegitimate son" Aegon ignored him, and Ayal also felt something was wrong. Following the bastard's gaze, Ayal also froze on the spot.

The former slave was so trembling that he didn't even notice that the cup had fallen to the ground.

"Ayal, Aegon, what happened?" Noila Mo also noticed something was wrong. He looked out the window and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground involuntarily. The bright red wine slowly penetrated into the wooden floor, but it made Noila Mo, who used to pay great attention to this kind of thing, even forgot to lower her head.

"dragon"

One or two dragons couldn't possibly surprise the people of Gray Horror Island who were used to seeing giant dragons foraging for food in the nearby waters.

Because it's not a two-headed dragon.

The legs of Noila Mo and Balel Belleris, who ran up from below to watch, were weak.

Huge dragon shadows passed over the sea and flew towards the other side of the narrow sea. The old dragon Menghuo took the lead, followed closely by the thick dragon Igalas. Its dragon wings were larger than most. The dragon is wider and thicker, and the gorgeous sea smoke makes a deafening roar. The dark green Womax flies silently, but even thousands of feet below, people can see the flickering words on the mouth of this ferocious giant dragon. Fire, billowing thick Smoke drifted from both sides of Womax's dragon head to the sky, and it seemed that the flames in the dragon's mouth could be sprayed at the enemy at any time. The purple Terexiu flew at the top of the team. During the wild dance of the blood dragon, The little dragon has now grown into a real behemoth. Its broad dragon wings stretch out, casting a huge shadow on the sea. The smoke-black dragon flies past Womax, carefully avoiding the angry senior. them.

Mogul, the smoky black dragon became a wild dragon after Princess Jahaera's silent death in the monastery, and was tamed by Princess Alysanne, the daughter of Viserys and Lady Lara during the Great Crusade.

The purple-gold young dragon also let out a huge roar, and Maegon Targaryen, the youngest son of Viserys, who flew into the sky for the third time, also tamed the dragon Galesos during the Great Crusade.

This time, the two newly promoted dragon knights also set off together.

But what frightened Noila Mo and the others the most were the giant dragons breaking through the clouds behind the dragon group.

"Forest Beast" Sendrolos changed his usual ferocity and flew steadily at the front of the team, but like Womax, the dragon's mouth was shining with pale green light on both sides, without smoke, only flickering fire. The thorny Kongyi flew beside Sendrolos.

These two dragons opened the curtain of the dragon group in Dragon Nest City.

The slender and beautiful Sarafass, the majestic and king-like Hovenders, the golden king with a body of pure gold, and the light pink dawn flew together. The elderly Princess Rhaena put on armor again. She had not flown for many years. This time, she also joined the dragon group. She vowed to make the ambitious people who conquered the land pay the price.

Following closely behind were the silver morning light and the skinny shadow nightmare. The morning light was okay and beautiful enough, but as he grew older, the appearance of the shadow nightmare became more and more terrifying.

Star Song and the old dragon Silver Wing spread their wings and flew behind the two dragons, protecting the young dragon in the middle of the two dragons - the white dragon Vasoliar with silky lion mane.

This young dragon had recently accepted Sebastian Vareses, the third generation of the Vareses family, and the young dragon rider also stepped onto the battlefield.

But he was fearless.

Because behind the dragons.

A mountain slowly spread out its dragon wings that turned the sky over the entire Dorne Sea into night.

After many years, Vormithor once again flew in the sky in a fighting posture. Unlike the blood dragon dance, this time, Bronze Fury was enough to rival the dragons of the real dragon kings of the Valyrian Free Fortress.

At least in Mo Ruola's opinion, Womisor only needs a breath of dragon flame to directly blow the Gray Island to pieces.

Looking at the dragons gradually going away, Mo Ruola couldn't help but sit on the ground: "God. What exactly are we fighting against?"

But the eyes of these descendants of the "Dragon King" are not only horrified.

There is also envy and desire that is difficult to conceal.

Conquer the land.

In front of a simple wooden castle that was just built not long ago, the knight barely repelled the mob that attacked the castle. No, it's better to say that it's the people of the neighboring lord rather than the mob. The lord was once a local warlord. After surrendering voluntarily, he was recognized by the kingdom and got a knight title.

After Prince Rhaegar was assassinated, the world was in chaos. Both local lords and foreign lords were in a mess. The lords from Westeros naturally united around a few big lords - mainly Earl Harold Reyes and Earl Tyndall Pole. No, to be precise, the current Earl of Castamere is his younger brother, and Earl Harold himself came to the conquered land and built a new castle on the shore of Lake Myr, becoming the lord of a vast new territory.

The local lords were in a real mess. Some of them looked for their Westeros neighbors to unite - mainly those who were psychologically traumatized by the dragon, like the little lord who took the initiative to support the knight. Some took advantage of the chaos to rob, like the local lords who came to grab the territory. There were even those who restarted the melee.

In short, it was a mess.

"Charlie, what should we do now?" The little lord rushed to the knight with a sad face. "I only have these few dozen people. If that damn guy sends people again, I will definitely not be able to stop him."

"It is my honor that you can come, Lord Darling." Knight Charlie pounded his chest gratefully. His armor was already tattered in the battle just now. Yes, he was one of the Westeros knights who was trapped by the enfeoffment. When he first came to this land, there were only a few civilians. He could only beg his friends, superiors, and even his most hated brother to borrow money and materials to barely maintain the so-called "dignity".

"I give you a piece of advice, go back quickly, hang up the three-headed dragon flag of His Majesty the King, or the silver dragon laurel leaf flag of Prince Longzel, and let your subjects go to the castle." Knight Charlie said earnestly when he saw the mob leaving the castle.

The lords of Westeros can contact each other through ravens. They have received news that many knight lords have set out for the territories of the two great lords. Those who can't leave like them can only minimize the losses as much as possible or show their identities.

"Ah?"

"Don't ask why. If you want to live, go back to work." Knight Charlie sighed and looked at the fluttering three-headed dragon flag - not his coat of arms flag.

I hope what Count Bol and Count Reyes said is useful.

Rick Lakron.

Hundreds of local nobles squeezed together like sardines, looking at the dragons surrounding them in fear. These nobles were not the only ones present.

There were also their families.

Looking around, these local nobles used to be powerful in the "Disputed Land". They were all big names in the Mangrove Coast and the Weeping Coast, but now they were thrown together with their families.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Dragon King, we really didn't participate." The commander of the former large mercenary group "Crow Group" knelt in front of the dragons in tears. He had never been so scared as he was now.

He was indeed dissatisfied with the rule of outsiders, but after all, his mercenary group had been destroyed along with Horus, and he no longer had the ability to do anything. He could only do some small actions secretly. When the assassination of Rhaegar came out, he could only tremble in fear after secretly rejoicing.

No one said that small actions would also cost lives.

"Let us go, we will be loyal to His Majesty forever and ever."

"Didn't you swear to the gods to be loyal to me forever?" Darren said coldly, his face ashen.

"Your Majesty." Viserys said softly: "It is still necessary to unite the local nobles."

"The Valyrian people during the Free Fortress period did not consider what the Rhoynar thought or what the Ghiscari thought, so until the end of the world, no one dared to resist the Valyrian people." Dragon. Zell said calmly, but the children of the Varese family lowered their heads. Including Renya and Rey, they did not even dare to look into Longzell's deep purple eyes.

"I said, Your Majesty, we don't want to recreate those cruel and inhumane Dragon Kings of Valyria, but we still have to let people see what the Dragon King's anger is." Longzell glanced at the hundreds of people surrounded by the dragon. Number person. "Blood for blood. If you do something, you must be responsible."

Some of them were crying, some had fainted from the smell of the dragon, and some were still cursing the dragon kings in a low voice.

"Your Highness the Prince."

"Shut up." Longzell looked at Viserys coldly. Viserys suddenly felt his legs go weak, and the memories of his childhood in Dragon's Nest City suddenly came back to his mind. Even Igalas glanced at the mountain-like Wormisor with trepidation, and tried to shrink his thick body, but he still couldn't help but look at Saraphasus, who was cuddling with Hovendes, a little... He took a snort of smoke in frustration.

He realized that he had never seen Long Zell angry before.

Never.

"Your Majesty, a good king can easily chop off the head of a person who betrays you, then lift him up and regain his loyalty." Long Zell looked at these hundreds of nobles. "But it's different now. Your knights need land, and some stupid guys are trying to challenge our bottom line. Then they should pay the price."

He looked at the maester on the side and said calmly: "Tell Braavos that I know what they did during the Great Crusade. Seeing that they did not go too far, and for the sake of the Black and White House, I don't want the Titans to be exposed." Decline, if the secret city turns into a sea of ​​fire, we will see the sincerity of Braavos. Tell the Archon Lamar Cyrenaica of Volantis, he knows what I want to see, and I don’t want Valan. If Tis is destroyed, he knows what to do."

"Where's Rhys? Your Highness the Prince." Aemon couldn't help but ask. Although he and Aerion were both quite chivalrous, chivalry was not used here.

Lys and Myr actually also had interests in the conquered lands, but unfortunately, the collapse of the Kingdom of the Three Daughters severely damaged Myr, causing Mir to lose the ability to interfere with the outside world, while Lys completely fell to the Iron Throne.

As a result, Mill failed to play its role at all, Reese failed to play its imagined role, and the war ended. But it is undeniable that Reese will indeed exert an unexpected influence in the conquered areas.

In the Targaryen family, except for Daeron and Baelor, no one wants these ambitious people to pay the price more than he and Aerion.

"Lord Rogar will handle it properly. Your Highness." Viserys suppressed the fear in his heart. Even though he was over fifty years old, Viserys could not help but tremble when he saw Longzel angry.

"Let Lissandra handle it properly, or I will let Vermithor handle it for him." Longzell looked at King Daeron: "Your Majesty, you can start your revenge."

Darren nodded.

The sound suddenly became chaotic, but the dragon's roar instantly overwhelmed all the noise.

The dragon flames of the Dream Fire engulfed the hundreds of noble lords and their families. These people did not even have time to scream, and were burned into blackened bones by the dragon flames. Some people tried to escape, but the giant dragon The flames are faster.

In the blink of an eye, one hundred and twenty-three local nobles and their families who owned large tracts of land completely disappeared from this land.

"Okay, the land is freed up, and so are the people." Long Zell smiled: "Your Majesty."

King Daeron nodded stiffly. The death of his wife, eldest son, and mother made his heart almost dead. If it weren't for the comfort of his family, I'm afraid he would be even crazier now.

The dragons took off one after another in the fearful eyes of the onlookers.

Nineteen giant dragons slowly rose into the sky and flew all the way to the east.

There were flames everywhere.

Standing on the tower of his castle, Lord Darling felt grateful countless times in his heart that he chose to be friends with Knight Charlie instead of coveting the other party's land and people. From his position, under the three-headed dragon flag, he could see with his own eyes The territory of the local lords who had just yesterday stormed into the territory of Knight Charlie with great force, burned, killed and looted was burning, and the majestic sight of the dragons flying across the sky was still imprinted in his mind.

Nothing was left, there were dragon flames of different colors everywhere.

The greedy lord melted in flames along with the stone castle.

Smart territorial citizens, as well as many civilians who were restricted by local nobles, fled their burned "homes" under the guidance of the lords of Westeros.

Even Lord Darling's own territory was flooded with civilians who had fled.

There is no hatred in their eyes.

There is only fear.

Fear of fire.

Fear of gods.

Scenes like this are everywhere.

The nineteen giant dragons never acted separately, but swept all the way. All castles that did not hang dragon flags and led the crowd to kneel down were poured down by dragon flames. A few small dragons would even fly over the village to find Nicely dressed guy kills.

Ho Sulay.

The town where Rhaegar was assassinated, this town ushered in its own doomsday. Hundreds of local nobles and their families who were expelled here were locked up in the banquet hall where Rhaegar was assassinated by the loyal lords and Westeros lords who followed the dragons.

Then the dragons set the whole town on fire.

The same scene can be seen in every town. The Westeros lords and local loyal lords kneeling under the dragons and dragon flags began a bloody cleansing-before the dragons arrived.

And the only task of the dragons after they arrived was to set fire to the houses full of people, or to the territories of those ambitious people.

There was no resistance, or it could not be resisted at all.

Eighteen adult dragons, and the tyrant beast Wormithor that looked like a mountain in the sky, spewed flames at the same time.

Even the bunker that troubled King Daeron for several months could not bear it.

Ho Saru.

Two days ago, the messengers of the dragon kings brought letters. With them came the once again assembled army of the Iron Throne. This time, the army no longer cared about military discipline. All the knights threw away the so-called "honor". They rushed into the territory of the local nobles and hanged those lords who held their subjects tightly in their homes or sent them to Ho Saru. The treasures, population, seeds, and livestock accumulated by these local nobles for hundreds of years were plundered.

The noble knights tore the mask of chivalry under the mask of bloody revenge, revealing their true nature.

Robbers.

The garden maze palace of Salis, the largest and richest lord in the conquered land who was once full of vigor and vitality, now can't laugh at all.

He looked tiredly at the nobles who were driven to his palace.

"Governor, you hinted that we can divert the trouble to the east, why now?" A noble said with a sad face, his territory was plundered by the knights of the Iron Throne, whether it was the wealth and population accumulated during the disputed land, or the wealth, land and population obtained through usury during the conquered land, they were all gone.

"Shut up, let me think about it." Sharish bit his finger. He had never thought that this matter would become so big, or rather, the moment Rhaegar was really killed, the situation got out of control.

"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this. Is it because our hints were not enough?"

Perhaps the sporadic killings of the dragon kings in the Bleeding Century made them too confident, or perhaps they believed too much that the two dragon king families would take care of their feathers and would not really tear their faces with the surrendered nobles.

"What should we do? My lord, the barbarian earl outside the city has begun to evacuate the untouchables in the city." Another noble said desperately. He had experienced all this and naturally knew what was waiting for them next.

The Iron Throne would not kill innocent people indiscriminately. In the past period of time, the dragons would let the assembled army evacuate the real civilians before burning the city to vent their anger.

Then they would set fire to the city and kill all the local nobles and their families.

This noble was treated like this, but he was lucky. He was not in his own town at that time, so he escaped. However, except for his noble identity, he had nothing.

Salis took a deep breath, and just as he was about to say something, his legs suddenly shook.

Earthquake?

No.

A dragon is coming.

Salis looked at the bronze dragon that covered the sky and the sun, and the eighteen dragons surrounding it, with a look of death.

Only the Rhoyna people with powerful water magicians in their heyday could resist this battle.

Fulgrim is dead.

When the Horn Tide went crazy and burned the city, Fulgrim suffered severe burns, which could not be cured at all. He could only howl and die in pain on the hospital bed.

That was Salis's most beloved and most capable son, and he knew nothing.

Salis now only regretted it in his heart. He shouldn't have had that idea.

If he hadn't hinted that if there was no Rhaegar, they, the local nobles, would have lived a better life, and Rhaegar's assassination could also be pushed to those city-states that are still sucking blood from them even now.

After all, which assassin family is the most famous?

Braavos.

Besides Braavos?

Of course it was the regretful guests of Qarth, but Qarth was too far away, so they landed in the regretful guest base in Volantis.

Then the dragon kings could push it to them when they wanted revenge.

Who would have thought that these dragon kings actually wanted to take revenge together?

It is said that shortly after the dragons took off from Rik Lakron, Braavos hanged a group of wealthy merchants and bankers, and even the current sea king personally cut off his right hand, and sent it to King's Landing with the heads of those bankers and wealthy merchants, as well as a large amount of gold, begging for forgiveness from the dragons.

And Volantis, it is said that when the nineteen dragons turned most of the conquered land into a sea of ​​fire, the flames in the black wall also illuminated most of the sky above the daughter of Valyria.

The Great Temple of the Red God sent out the Hand of Holy Fire, and together with the Elephant Party, they launched a great purge again. Carts of heads were transported to the west. And the regretful guest base, which had been purged once, was bloodbathed again.

Assassins have never been opponents of regular troops.

Hundreds of assassins were hanged on the road to Volantis, their bodies were hung high, and crows were left to peck at their bodies.

And in the distant Qarth, the headquarters of the Regrets dared not even fart.

Because the warning letter from the Dragon King arrived.

Written by Longzel himself.

Don't move, dragons will come at any time.

Don't forget Valar.

The terrified Qarth's Chamber of Commerce urgently united and forced the headquarters of the Regretters to make a statement.

After all, the Regretters were not faceless men. These assassins had offended Dragonzer before, and they didn't dare to take any chances.

So, hundreds of Regretters volunteered to sacrifice, and the ship carrying their heads and countless precious treasures set off from Qarth and sailed to Wine Harbor.

Even as strong as Braavos and Volantis, they didn't want nineteen dragons to fly over their cities.

"Your Majesty!" Shalish shouted, "I instigated them to do it. I am willing to pay for Prince Rhaegar's life, please let them go."

But the response to him was not human words.

Instead, it was a dragon flame that was casually sprayed by Wormisor who passed through Shalish's luxurious maze palace.

The blazing flames exploded in the palace, and Shalish didn't even have time to close his mouth. His flesh melted in the flames, revealing his charred bones.

The dragon kings said nothing.

Only the dragons were mercilessly wielding dragon flames and roaring in anger.

Even the three young dragon riders could only shut their mouths at this time, letting their dragons play freely and excitedly.

No town could resist the power of the dragons.

Ho Saru was no exception.

In the blink of an eye, the majestic city was engulfed in flames.

"The City of Doom" Ho Saru.

This was the later name of the town. After being burned by 19 dragons for a whole day and night, the ancient town completely turned into a huge ruin. The lords of the Iron Throne started a bloody carnival in the ruins, and they did not need to care about any political consequences.

Because the dragons told the world.

Don't try to awaken the anger of the sleeping dragon.

Absolute power made all political conspiracies a laughing stock, and the local small nobles who escaped the disaster - they also had irreconcilable contradictions with the big nobles. In this regard, they shared the same interests with the nobles of the Iron Throne and stood together.

Since no one would care.

It was only natural to massacre the local nobles who held the land and population tightly.

So those nobles who escaped the dragon flames suffered in the following days.

The nobles of Westeros sprinkled salt on the ruins of Ho Saru and turned it into a place of execution.

But these are all later stories.

The flames engulfed the entire town.

The dragons slowly landed beside the collapsed maze garden palace.

Let their knights jump off or climb off the dragon's back one by one.

Only the king and Longzier were still on their respective dragons.

It was not for any special reason. Longzier was the most powerful dragon rider. Even the king had to respect him, and the king.

The king was remembering his dead mother, wife, children, and brother in the flames of revenge.

"Rhaegar, we have avenged you."

King Daeron said softly.

Longzier stared at the sea of ​​fire, and the anger in his heart gradually faded.

On the ground, Ringol frowned. The dragon riders of the Vareses family formed a circle, examining the news they had just received from Aemon in a somewhat dull atmosphere. Even Rey's expression was a little distorted, and only Renia's expression was a little embarrassed.

"You mean, my nephew Baelor tamed the fire?"

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