Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 254: Doomsday Fire
Gray Island, Morola's tavern.

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

The boy was not very old, with a shaved head and even his eyebrows shaved cleanly. However, he was obviously well-nourished, with fair skin, a good height, and particularly attractive blue eyes.

Everyone on the island knew that Mo Ruola loved her illegitimate son very much. Even the nearby lord Melal, who had lost his own child, the old guy with a gloomy face all day long, liked this well-behaved and obedient child very much.

Peace, prosperity and war have brought many things to this island, including more relaxed management and increasingly wealthy islanders. Even the "illegitimate son" Aegon, who once dared not show his face, can now appear on the island openly with a simple disguise.

Melar 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 knew what Targaryen and Varese thought of their bloodline. Perhaps they had been forgotten, or maybe they didn't exist. But in any case, Melar didn't dare to take the risk.

But Morella and the others were still planning. With the help of Baler Belleris, a Volantis man who had been tortured mad by the Vareses family, the "illegitimate son" Aegon successfully got in touch with the Hightower family of Overlook Tower and made an engagement with the "Last Hightower".

Under normal circumstances, even if the Hightower family was in decline, he was still a noble. With the current status of the "illegitimate son" Aegon, he couldn't even get into the door of the Overlook Tower.

But this is the Isle of Greydread, a real prison island. The Cober family is the jailer, and Hightower and Sunfire are prisoners - Hightower's status is even lower than Sunfire's. The Targaryens confiscated Melar's surname and dragon eggs, and nailed "the usurper" Aegon to the pillar of shame in history, which has ended the political life of Melar and his descendants on various levels. A "Targaryen" without a dragon is nothing to the two current dragon king families. 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 the poor tower: the decadent Sir Garin Hightower, his daughter Lady Helena Hightower, the "last Hightower", and a Cobber, Baelor Cobber, the youngest son of the Cobber family. Because he has the blood of the Hightower family flowing in his veins, he was adopted as an heir by Sir Garin, who had no son. The impoverished Sir Garin could not even support his wife and children. If it were not for the financial support of Morola and the help of Meral through the marriage relationship, there would probably be no Hightower now.

As a result, Mo Ruola's plan went smoothly. They bypassed the surveillance of the Cober family and successfully completed the initial plan, integrating the two families of Gray Terror Island.

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

"Aegon? What's wrong?" Ayar asked with a smile while wiping the cup on the counter, but the "bastard" Aegon ignored him, and Ayar also felt something was wrong. Following the bastard's gaze, Ayar also froze in place.

The former slave was shaking so badly that he didn't even notice 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 much attention to such things, forget to lower his head.

"Dragon"

One or two dragons could not possibly surprise the people of Grayfear Island, who were used to seeing giant dragons foraging in the nearby waters.

Because it wasn't just one or two dragons.

Noila Mo and Barel Belleris, who ran up from below to watch, felt weak in the legs.

Huge dragon shadows swept across the sea and flew towards the other side of the narrow sea. The old dragon Menghuo took the lead, followed by the sturdy dragon Igaras, whose dragon wings were wider and heavier than most dragons. The gorgeous sea smoke made a deafening roar. The dark green Womax flew silently, but even thousands of feet below, people could see the flickering fire at the mouth of this ferocious dragon. Billowing smoke drifted from both sides of Womax's dragon head to the sky, as if it could spray the flames in the dragon's mouth at any time. The purple Telekxiu flew at the top of the team. This little dragon from the Blood Dragon Dance period has now grown into a real behemoth. Its vast dragon wings stretched out, casting a huge shadow on the sea. The smoky black dragon flew past Womax, carefully avoiding the angry predecessors.

Morghur, the smoky black dragon became a wild dragon after Princess Jaehaera died quietly 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. Maegon Targaryen, who flew into the sky for the third time, was Viserys's youngest son and had also tamed the dragon Galesos during the Great Crusade.

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

But what frightened Noila Mo the most were the giant dragons that broke through the clouds behind this group of dragons.

The "Forest Beast" Cendroth changed his usual ferocity and flew steadily at the front of the team. However, like Womax, the dragon's mouth was shining with pale green light. There was no smoke, only flickering fire. The thorny Kong Yi flew beside Cendroth.

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

The slender and beautiful Sarafathers, the majestic and kingly Hovendes, the pure gold Golden King, and the pale pink Dawn flew together. The elderly Princess Rhaena put on her armor again. She had not flown for many years. This time, she also joined the dragon group and vowed to make the ambitious people who conquered the land pay the price.

Following closely behind were the silver Dawn and the skinny Shadow Nightmare. Dawn was okay, beautiful enough, but as he grew older, Shadow Nightmare's appearance became more and more terrifying.

With their dragon wings spread out to cover the sky, Xinge and the old dragon Silver Wing flew behind the two giant dragons, protecting the young dragon in the middle - the white dragon Vasolial with silky lion mane.

This young dragon recently took in Sebastian Vareses, the third generation of the Vareses family, and this young dragon knight also stepped onto the battlefield.

But he was fearless.

Because behind the dragons.

A mountain slowly stretched out its dragon wings, turning the entire sky over the Sea of ​​Dorne into darkness.

After many years, Wormithor once again flew high in the sky in a fighting posture. Unlike the Dance of the Dragons, this time, Bronze Fury was enough to rival the dragons of the true dragon kings of the Valyrian Freehold.

At least in Noila Mo's opinion, Womisol only needs a breath of dragon flame to directly blow the Gray Island to pieces.
Looking at the dragons gradually going away, Noila Mo couldn't help but sat down on the ground: "God. What exactly are we fighting against?"

But there was more than just fear in the eyes of these descendants of the "Dragon King".

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

Conquer land.

In front of a crude wooden castle that had just been built, the knight barely fought off the mob that attacked the castle. No, rather than a mob, they were the subjects of the neighboring lord. That lord used to be a local warlord, and after voluntarily surrendering, he was recognized by the kingdom and earned a knighthood.

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

The local lords were truly in chaos, some of them banded together with their Westeros neighbors - mainly those who had suffered psychological trauma from the dragons, like the little lord who came to support the knights, some took advantage of the chaos to rob, like the local lords who came to grab territory, and some even restarted the melee.

In short, it's a mess.

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

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

"I'll give you a piece of advice. Go back quickly and hang up the three-headed dragon flag of His Majesty the King, or the silver dragon laurel leaf flag of Prince Longzel, and let all 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 like them who cannot leave can only minimize the losses as much as possible or reveal their identities.

"what?"

"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 emblem flag.

I hope what Count Pol and Count Reyes said is helpful.

Rick Lakron.

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

And their families.

Looking around, these local nobles were once powerful figures in the "disputed land" and were well-known figures 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 did not participate." The commander of the former large mercenary group "The Crow Group" knelt in front of the dragons and cried bitterly. He had never been so terrified 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 feeling secretly happy.

No one said that a small action could cost someone's life.

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

"Didn't you swear to the gods that you would be loyal to me forever?" Daeron said coldly with a deathly pale face.

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

"The Valyrians during the Freehold era didn't consider what the Rhoyna people thought or what the Ghiscari people thought, so until the Doomsday, no one dared to resist the Valyrians." Longzier said calmly, but the children of the Varese family all lowered their heads, including Rhaena and Rey, they didn't even dare to look into Longzier's deep purple eyes.

"I've said before, Your Majesty, we don't want to see the brutal and inhuman Valyrian dragon kings again, but we have to let people see the wrath of a dragon king." Longzel glanced at the hundreds of people surrounded by the dragon. "Blood for blood. You must take responsibility for what you have done."

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

"Your Highness."

"Shut up." Longzel looked at Viserys coldly, and Viserys felt his legs go weak immediately, and the memories of his childhood in Dragon's Nest City suddenly came back to his mind. Even Igarath looked at the mountain-like Wormithor with trepidation, and tried to shrink his sturdy body, but he couldn't help but look at Sarafathers who was snuggling with Hovenders, and snorted a little aggrievedly.

He found that he had never seen Longzel angry before.

Never.

"Your Majesty, a good king can help a person who betrays you stand up and regain his loyalty when he can easily chop off his head." Longzel looked at the hundreds of nobles. "But it's different now. Your knights need land, and some stupid guys tried to challenge our bottom line. They should pay the price."

He looked at the maester beside him and said calmly, "Tell Braavos that I know what they did during the Great Crusade. Considering that they did not go too far and for the sake of the Black and White Houses, if you don't want the Titans to fall and the Secret City to become a sea of ​​fire, let us see Braavos' sincerity. Tell Ramar Cyrenaica, the Archon of Volantis, that he knows what I want to see. If you don't want Volantis to be destroyed, he knows what to do."

"Where is Rees? Your Highness." Aemon couldn't help but ask. Although he and Aerion were both chivalrous, chivalry was not the right thing to do here.

In fact, Lys and Myr also had interests in the conquered lands, but unfortunately, the collapse of the Kingdom of the Three Daughters dealt a heavy blow to Myr, causing Myr to lose the ability to interfere with the outside world, and Lys completely turned to the Iron Throne.

As a result, Myr was unable to play its role, and Lys did not play the role imagined, and the war ended. But it is undeniable that Lys did have an unexpected impact in the conquered land.

Among the Targaryen family, except Daeron and Baelor, no one wanted to make these ambitious people pay the price more than he and Aerion.

"Lord Rogaar will handle it properly, Your Highness." Viserys suppressed the fear in his heart. Although he was over fifty years old, he still couldn't help trembling when he saw Longzel get angry.

"Let Lisandra handle it properly, or I will let Wormithor handle it for him." Longzel looked at King Daeron: "Your Majesty, you can start revenge now."

Darren nodded.

The sounds suddenly became chaotic, but the roar of the dragon instantly drowned out all the noise.

The dragon flame of Menghuo engulfed the hundreds of noble lords and their families. These people didn't even have time to scream before they were burned into charred bones. Some tried to escape, but the dragon's flame was faster.

In the blink of an eye, 123 local nobles who owned large tracts of land and their families completely disappeared from this land.

"Well, the land is now vacant, and the people are now vacant." Longzel smiled and said, "Your Majesty."

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

The dragons took off one after another under the terrified eyes of the onlookers.

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

There were flames everywhere.

Standing on the tower of his own castle, Lord Darling thanked himself countless times in his heart for choosing to be friends with Knight Charlie instead of coveting his land and people. From his position, under the three-headed dragon flag, he could see with his own eyes the burning of the territory of the local lord who had arrogantly rushed into Knight Charlie's territory to burn, kill and loot yesterday. The majestic sight of the dragons flying across the sky was still imprinted in his mind.

Nothing was left, and dragon flames of various colors were everywhere.

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

Smart subjects, as well as many civilians restricted by local nobles, fled from their burned "homes" under the guidance of the lords of Westeros.

Even Lord Darling's own territory was flooded with many civilians who had fled. There was no hatred in their eyes.

There is only fear.

Fear of fire.

Fear of God.

Such scenes are everywhere.

The nineteen giant dragons never acted separately, but swept along in a mighty force. All the castles that did not hang dragon flags and lead the people to kneel to welcome them were showered with dragon flames. A few small dragons would even fly over the villages and kill the guys in gorgeous clothes.

Ho Sule.

The town where Rhaegar was assassinated met its end today. Hundreds of local nobles and their families who were expelled here were imprisoned in the banquet hall where Rhaegar was assassinated by the loyal lords and Westeros lords who followed the dragon.

Then the dragons set the town on fire.

The same scene could be seen in every town. The Westeros lords and local loyal lords knelt before the dragon and the dragon flag and began a bloody purge - before the dragon arrived.

The dragon's only task after arriving is to set fire to houses full of people, or to set fire to the territories of those ambitious people.

There was no resistance, or rather, it was impossible to resist.

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

Even the bunker that had troubled King Daeron for months could not hold out.

Ho Saru.

Two days ago, the messengers of the Dragon Kings brought the letter. Along with them came the Iron Throne army that had reassembled. This time, the army no longer cared about military discipline. All the knights threw away their so-called "honor". They rushed into the territories of the local nobles and hanged those lords who held their subjects tightly in their homes or sent them to Ho Saru. They looted all the treasures, population, seeds, and livestock that the local nobles had accumulated for hundreds of years.

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

robber.

In the garden maze palace of Shalis, the once high-spirited lord who was the largest and richest in the conquered land, now he can't smile at all.

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

"Governor, it was you who suggested that we could divert the trouble to someone else, but how come now..." said a noble with a sad face. His territory had been looted by the knights of the Iron Throne. Both the wealth and population he had accumulated during the Disputed Lands period, and the wealth, land and population he had acquired through usury during the Conquered Lands period, were all gone.

"Shut up and let me think about it." Salis bit his fingers. He never thought that this matter would become so serious, or rather, the situation got out of control from the moment Rhaegar was really killed.

"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 Dragon Kings during the Bloody Century made them overconfident, or perhaps they believed too much that the two Dragon King families would take their reputation into consideration and would not really break off relations with the surrendered nobles.

"What should we do? My lord, the barbarian earl outside the city has already begun to evacuate the untouchables in the city." Another noble said in despair. He had experienced all of this and naturally knew what would greet them next.

The Iron Throne will 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 set fire to the city and killed all the local nobles and their families.

This nobleman had been treated like this, but he was lucky because he was not in his own town at the time, so he escaped. However, he lost everything except his noble status.

Salis took a long breath and was about to say something when his legs suddenly trembled.

earthquake?
wrong.

The dragon is coming.

Salesh looked at the huge bronze dragon that blocked out the sky and the eighteen dragons surrounding it with a deathly pale face.

Only the Loyna people, who had powerful water magicians in their heyday, could resist this kind of battle.
Fulgrim is dead.

When Jiaochao went crazy and burned the city, Fugen suffered severe burns that could not be cured at all. He could only howl and die in pain on the hospital bed.
That was Shalisha's most beloved and most capable son, and he knew nothing.

Now Shalish only felt regret in his heart. He shouldn't have had that thought.
If he hadn't hinted that without Rhaegar, they, the local nobles, would be better off, and Rhaegar's assassination could be blamed on those city-states that were 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 it ended up at the Regretful Guests’ stronghold in Volantis.

Then when the Dragon Kings take revenge, they can simply push the blame onto them.

Who would have thought that these dragon kings would actually want to take revenge together?
It is said that shortly after the dragons took off from Rikka Lakron, Braavos hanged a group of wealthy merchants and bankers. Even the current Sea King cut off his own right hand and sent it to King's Landing along with the heads of those bankers and wealthy merchants and a large sum of gold, begging for forgiveness from the dragons.

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

The Red God's Great Temple sent out the Hand of Holy Fire, and together with the Elephant Party, they launched another great purge. Truckloads of heads were transported to the west. The Regret Guest stronghold, which had already been purged once, was bloodbathed again.

Assassins have never been a match for regular troops.

Hundreds of assassins were hanged on the road leading to Volantis, their bodies left hanging for crows to peck at.

But in faraway Qarth, the headquarters of the Regretters dared not even fart.

Because the warning letter from the Dragon King has arrived.

Written by Longzel himself.

Don't move, or a dragon will come.

Don't forget Valar.

The terrified Chambers of Commerce in Qarth urgently united and forced the headquarters of the Regretters to make a statement.

After all, the Regretters are not Faceless Men. These assassins have offended Longzel before, so they dare not take any chances.

So, hundreds of regretful guests volunteered to sacrifice themselves, and the ship carrying their heads and countless precious treasures set out from Qarth and sailed to Wineport.

Even as powerful as Braavos and Volantis, they did not want nineteen giant dragons flying over their cities.

“Lord!” Sharish shouted. “I told them to do this. I will pay for Prince Rhaegar’s life. Please let them go.”

But the words that responded to him were not human.

Instead, it was a stream of dragon flame that Wormisol casually blew over the luxurious labyrinth palace of Shalish.

A blazing flame exploded in the palace. 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 giant dragon was mercilessly wielding dragon flames and roaring angrily.

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

No town can withstand the might of a dragon.

Ho Saru is no exception.

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

"The City of Doom" Ho Saru.

This was the town's later name. After being burned for a whole day and night by 19 giant dragons, the ancient town was completely transformed into a huge ruin. The lords of the Iron Throne started a bloody carnival in the ruins without caring about any political consequences.

Because the dragons told the world.

Do not try to awaken the wrath of the sleeping dragon.

Absolute power makes all political conspiracies a laughing stock, and the local small nobles who escaped the disaster - they also have irreconcilable conflicts with the big nobles. In this regard, they share the same interests with the nobles of the Iron Throne and stand together.

Since no one will care.

It would be natural to then massacre the local nobles who held a firm grip on the land and population.

As a result, those nobles who escaped the dragon's flames suffered misfortune in the days that followed.

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

But these are all things for later.

The flames engulfed the entire town.

The dragons slowly landed next to the collapsed maze garden palace.

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

Only the king and Longzel were still on the backs of their respective dragons.

It's not because of any special reason, Longzel is the most powerful dragon knight, even the king has to respect him, and the king.
The king was mourning his dead mother, wife, children, and brother in the flames of revenge.

"Rhaegar, we have avenged you."

King Daeron said quietly.

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

However, Ringol on the ground frowned. The dragon riders of the Vareses family formed a circle and examined 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, Beile, tamed the fire?"

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