Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon

"Kingsguard, pull out their tongues!" Viserys's angry voice also echoed throughout the throne room, including Iric Kargael, Stephen Darklin, Masson Waters, Laurent Malbrandt and the four Kingsguards stepped forward together and held Marentin's brothers down. Daemon looked at his brother. After the king nodded vigorously, Daemon pulled out the Dark Sisters and kicked the panicked ones. Malentin kicked over.

The former prodigal prince seemed to reappear in the palace. Damon suddenly picked up Marentin, who was dizzy after being kicked by him, smashed his front teeth with a punch, and then pulled out his tongue. come out.

"Marentin, you have to thank Rhaenys for her dignity and my brother's kindness." Daemon raised his sword accurately. "Otherwise, this sword will cut off your head."

Marentin rolled on the ground in pain, blood flowing all over the ground. The same cry of pain also happened to his four brothers. Five bloody tongues fell to the ground like this.

Desmond's two sons screamed and hid behind Rhaenys, but Princess Rhaenys just comforted them and looked back at the moaning king on the Iron Throne with a hint of worry.

"Your Majesty, you need a bachelor." Otto stood aside and said softly.

"No," Viserys said firmly. "The only thing I need now is clarity. Listen." The king raised his voice. "Luserys Velaryon is the undisputed heir to the Isle of Tide, just as Rhaenyra is my heir, recognized by the gods and laws. Please remember your oaths, and such shameless and ridiculous things will never happen again. If you spread rumors, I will chop off the heads of those who spread them.”

Viserys struggled to stand up, "I believe that strangers will favor your nonsense tongue more than me." The king slowly tried to walk down the steps, but suddenly missed his footing. Otto and the Iron Guards who were guarding him were there. Chang Cole hurriedly stretched out his hand to support the king.

"Well."

The king's head suddenly broke out in sweat like rain, blood immediately poured out of the king's left hand, and the Iron Throne was also bright red.

"Maester! We need the maester!" Otto shouted. Grand Maester Melos rushed forward in a hurry.

"Let the king lie down." Grand Maester Melos growled. The old grand maester was still an excellent doctor. Daemon rushed to his brother's side in a few steps and supported the king's head with his own body.

The king tremblingly took off the golden mask. Severe infection and disease had tortured the originally obese king to the point of becoming bone-shattering. One eye was almost invisible, and half of his face looked like ulcers.

"Grades, Gladys! Bring the medicine!" Rhaenyra shouted out of the throne room, and the maester from Dragonstone hurried over with his apprentice. "Help my father." Rhaenyra grabbed the maester. The princess's face was almost twisted, and tears could not stop flowing from her red eyes.

"Don't worry, princess." Bachelor Grates comforted the princess and immediately rushed into the throne room. Grand Maester Melos breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Maester Grates bringing his apprentice. "Did you bring the healing ointment? The kind that treats injuries caused by iron tools."

"Your Majesty, I need to be close to the king for treatment."

Maester Gladys whispered to Queen Allison, and Allison gave way as if she had just woken up from a dream. Only then did Bachelor Grates successfully reach the king. He opened his medical box and took out a roll of clean linen and a jar of black ointment.

"How did His Majesty the King become like this?" Bachelor Grates was shocked by the King's weakness, but he kept applying the ointment to the linen cloth without stopping. Melos also took the linen and motioned to the apprentices on the side to boil the wine.

"Once, oh, no, it's countless cuts that are difficult to heal." Grand Maester Melos sighed. "Especially in the past two years, the king's wound has not been able to fully heal for several months. I have used various methods, even using flesh-eating maggots, but it has not been able to promote the healing of the wound."

Here Rhaenyra took the boiled wine brought by the apprentice and handed it to the Grand Maester of Meros. The Grand Maester soaked the linen and gently cleaned the wound.

"Grand Maester, if the king has a fever tonight, I'm afraid the only way to solve the problem is to cut off the king's fingers." Gladys looked at the king's hand that was missing several fingers and sighed.

"I understand." Grand Master Melos sighed. "This is the last resort."

The maester dressed the king's wounds. "Everyone, the king needs to rest. Our meeting for today is over now."

Otto nodded expressionlessly, stood up and saluted the princess. "Princess, your appeal has been approved, you can"

"This is my home too. My father is injured like this. Are you going to drive his daughter away?" Rhaenyra was furious, pointing at Otto's nose and said through gritted teeth.

"Don't dare." Otto took a step back. "But it's really inconvenient for you to be here." Several Kingsguards lifted the king and took him out of the throne room.

"I want to see my father wake up with my own eyes!" Princess Rhaenyra said a word and caught up with her skirt. Prince Daemon followed his wife and gave Otto a thoughtful look before following closely. Headed towards Maegor's Tower.

Otto glanced at Queen Allison with some dissatisfaction, and slowly left the throne room.

"Little Jie, you have to go back to Dragon's Nest with us." Longzel sighed. He knew that it was cruel to keep the children away from their grandfather at this time, but in this situation, Viserys was not in danger of life. The longer he stayed in King's Landing, the more likely it was that there would be problems.

"Yeah." Jacaerys nodded. After following Longzel for so long, he was already very clear about his knight's keenness. Since he said so, it meant that there would be no big problems if he followed his arrangement.

"Brother, I saw Princess Helena was watching you just now." The four of them said goodbye to Rhaenys and hurried back to the courtyard. The two children quickly rode on the dragon. Just as Longzel grabbed the rope ladder of Wormisol, Valar came over and whispered.

"She smells like fire." Longzel thought for a while. "I guess she will start to sleep unconsciously again."

"Sleep walking?" Valar was a little surprised. "You mean she is a dreamwalker like her ancestor Daenys Targaryen?"

"Didn't I tell you?"

Seeing Valar shaking his head, Longzier was sure that he had probably forgotten to tell his brother about this. "Go back first, I guess there will be a result tonight." Longzier climbed up the rope ladder and sat on the dragon saddle of Wormithor.

With a few long dragon roars, the four dragons took off one after another and left King's Landing.

Maegor's Tower, Aegon and Helena's room.

Great Aegon was still not there, leaving Helena alone to take care of the children in the cradle. The princess silently recited an incomprehensible ballad, slowly urging the children to fall asleep.

"Big Bear, Big Bear, the descendants are restless." The princess' voice suddenly changed. "Dragon's blood, human blood, black blood, green blood, red blood, black flames, silver flames."

Suddenly, the princess seemed to have realized something, and looked at the children in confusion. Seeing that the children were all asleep, she lay back on the bed with peace of mind.

This was originally a double bed, but now she was the only user. The flames in the fireplace were burning, and the flames in the brazier were also burning, providing enough temperature for the room.

The princess fell asleep quickly. But this time, when Princess Helena stood awake on the black pool of water in her dream, she was no longer a little bird. The castle immersed in the sea of ​​blood still opened its door to her. The silver dragon lazily immersed in the sea of ​​blood, looking at Helena with a pitying look.

"Uncle Longzel" Helena politely lifted the hem of her skirt, but at this moment, she took a few steps back in horror.

The pool in front of her reflected her figure. The petite girl stared with her eyes wide open, her body covered with blood. She saw the empty eyes of the silver-haired boy and the desperate girl flying in the sky.

Those were her two children. Helena couldn't help but scream, but the black or blood-colored liquid like a tide swallowed the girl in the blink of an eye.

The black flame was burning, and the green flame was burning. The red flame struggled to break away from the black flame and ignited the entire pool with the silver flame.

The flame reflected one scene after another.

Under the towering tower, eyes slowly opened, countless black shadows passed through the waves of the sunset sea, the ancient fish beam wood was bleeding, and a man with a large red birthmark on his face could be seen sitting in the middle, but his figure was blurred. Countless shadows broke through the five huge fortresses, and the man raised his sword, and the light dispelled the darkness.

The dragons fought in the air, and endless ice and snow swept the earth.

She saw a tall and thin man sitting on a black throne, with countless threads emerging from his hands. Under his hands, trout played music, the sun and stars danced, wolves and falcons acted as actors, lions beat drums, roses toasted, stags and sea monsters blew horns, and dragons sat on them, clapping happily.

She saw the one-eyed woman waving a long sword, saw the dragon flying over the endless sea, saw the blood-red grassland, saw the crown split in two, saw the ice and fire blending and fighting, and finally, she saw the blue eyes.

A severe headache came, and Helena wanted to wake up, but she couldn't wake up at all.

A language that Helena couldn't understand came from the fish beam tree in the flame: "Longzel, cooperate, our goals are the same, come to the Thousand Faces Island, someone will tell you everything."

The silver dragon replied in an ancient language that was also incomprehensible. "Old God?"

"I am not a god." The voice came again. "Or maybe there is no god in the world, Longzel, time will tell you everything. Your arrival has changed the music of the Song of Ice and Fire, and we can't see the music of the future, but this is acceptable."

"Do you have to contact me with this girl's dream every time? Is the fish beam wood I planted in the courtyard a decoration?"

"Your blood and your magic prevent us from visiting you." It seemed that countless sharp voices were speaking. "We have no power south of the Neck Marsh!" The voice was so aggrieved that it seemed to cry.

"I will, the first creature." The silver dragon nodded with satisfaction. "I will visit you at the right time, and I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer."

"We will!" The voice became cheerful again, but it became more and more vague.

Helena felt comfortable at this time, but when she looked up, she found that the silver dragon was looking at her with compassionate eyes. "Go back."

A strong sense of weightlessness came over her. Helena sat up suddenly from the bed, staring blankly at her children sleeping in the cradle.

Everything in her dream just now seemed to leave her mind like lightning.

She couldn't remember anything.

But the people in the south didn't care what the princess dreamed of. What they cared about was the war that finally saw the light of day.

The Yronwood family, forced into a desperate situation, finally launched an all-out attack.