Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 117 The Wrath of the True Dragon
The mob swarmed into the dragon's lair like ants. At the bottom of the huge dragon's lair, two dragons had awakened, and thick iron chains locked the two dragons in their respective lair. The dragons saw the mob swarming into the dragon's lair and immediately realized that something was wrong. The big-headed Srikos immediately spurted a stream of dragon flames at the crowd, followed by Mogul. This purple-black dragon hung upside down on the top of its lair, trying to protect its vulnerable abdomen.

The dragon flame instantly engulfed the crowd that rushed in, and the dragon's lair quickly burned. The first batch of mobs that rushed into the dragon's lair fell in the dragon flames one after another. The burning people screamed and stumbled to rush out, their flesh and blood fell off from the charred bones bit by bit, but more people rushed into the dragon's lair.

A man wearing heavy armor and with an unclear face rushed to Slikos with dragon flames. The dragon had just bitten a mob to death and killed more mobs with its claws and tail, but it still ignored the man who was on fire. The man pierced the scales of the young dragon with a spear. Slikos roared in pain and turned to spit out flames, but the man was faster. He chopped the dragon's head with an axe, and took advantage of the dragon's pain to jump up and jump onto the dragon's head. The man locked the dragon's neck with his legs. "Father!" An axe hit the dragon's head heavily, and the scales were torn by the axe. Slikos struggled in pain. The young dragon tried to take off, but the iron chain pulled it and even pulled it to the ground. People with spears and swords surrounded them.

"Kill it!" A rioter stabbed the dragon in the belly with a spear. "Kill it!" A guy who looked like a hedge knight cut through the dragon's membrane with a sword.

Spears stabbed at the dragon's body, and Slikos roared in pain, spewing dragon flames continuously. But it was too young, and the power and range of the dragon flames could not protect it, and even its scales were not as thick as those of its older counterparts.

"Holy Mother!" The heavily armored man chopped down with his axe again, breaking the dragon's scales and revealing the flesh and blood inside. "Girl!" The hot dragon blood gushed out. "Old woman!" The dragon struggled more and more fiercely, but the man did not move at all, and chopped down with his axe again. "Blacksmith!" The dragon's skull was exposed.

"Warrior!", the dragon roared and tried to throw the man off again, but more spears pierced into Srikos' body, even though their owners had been ignited by the dragon's flames or killed by the dragon's body.

"Stranger!"

The last blow of the axe cracked the dragon's skull instantly, and the battle axe was deeply embedded in Srikos' brain. The dragon wailed and fell to the ground.

Before the man could cheer, the dragon flames came from behind. Mogul cunningly piled up a wall with the bodies of the mob, and it hid behind the wall and suddenly spewed out a dragon flame, engulfing the man who had not yet had time to celebrate his victory in a raging fire.

"Kill the dragon!" When the mob was about to continue attacking Mogul, they found that no one came in behind them.

Instead, there were screams from outside the dragon's lair. Mogul seized the opportunity and blew a mouthful of dragon flame at the mob that remained in the dragon's lair.

"The dragon is coming! The dragon is coming!"

Alec Kagel stared fiercely at the giant dragons that took off from the Red Castle one after another, and stamped his feet unwillingly. The beautiful Moon Dancer with a crown of thorns took the lead, announcing the arrival of the giant dragons with a slender dragon flame.

Joffrey finally made Rhaenyra determined to ride a dragon to quell the rebellion. The children's approach was simple. Benilla directly pulled Joffrey down Maegor's Holdfast and was going to ride a dragon to attack in the courtyard. Queen Rhaenyra took a while to realize what the children wanted to do.

"What are you doing? Come back quickly, it's too dangerous! Sir Elric, Sir Stephen, bring my children back quickly!" Queen Rhaenyra screamed and tried to stop her children from riding dragons to fight. But in the end, several ministers and the jester Mushroom persuaded the queen.

"Your Majesty, if you allow the mob to kill dragons, the orthodoxy and sanctity of the Targaryen family will be lost. My granddaughter and grandson understand this." This is what Corliss said. Bartimos echoed the sea serpent's statement. "Your Majesty, the prince and princess' dragons are too young. They need your Syrax."

"Your Majesty, if the mice find that they can bite the chained lion to death, we can't guarantee that they won't think about biting the lion in the stone wall to death." The jester Mushroom jumped in front of the two white knights to stop them. He said loudly.

Finally, Rhaenyra made up her mind. She followed her children's pace and rode on her partner again.

Moon Dancer was flying at the highest point, pouring fire to the ground. Following closely behind was Terekshu, a young purple dragon lying on the dome of the dragon's lair, constantly spewing fire at the mob trying to rush into the dragon's lair. Finally, it was Syrax.

The topaz-colored behemoth flew above the crowd. The mob had few bows and crossbows, so they could not threaten the dragons high up in the sky.

"Everyone leave immediately!" Joffrey shouted. "I command you to leave immediately in the name of Queen Rhaenyra of House Targaryen. If you leave, no one will be hurt!"

"Kill them, kill these monsters!" The shepherd's voice was still hoarsely transmitted among the crowd. But what greeted them was the dragon flame of Syrax.

"Prophet, I'm on fire. It hurts!" A mob with flames all over his body screamed and rushed towards the shepherd, and the flames ignited the clothes of the mad prophet. The dragon flame instantly burned on the mad prophet's body as well.

"Seven gods bless us!!! The warrior will eventually show up and kill the dragon!" The shepherd screamed in the flames, but another flame that seemed to never go out also poured down from the sky.

Rhaenyra finally breathed a sigh of relief. A blood-red snake-like dragon flapped its wings and flew over, its blood-red flames brutally plowing a long wall of fire in the crowd.

Damon is back.

The prince's face seemed to freeze. He didn't even open his mouth, but let Korakshu pour the flames on every mob surrounding the dragon's lair, whether they were squeezed in the crowd or trying to escape. Alec Kagel sighed and walked silently into the wall of fire sprayed by Korakshu. Syrax chirped happily and also sprayed dragon flames at the crowd.

The shepherd screamed and turned into ashes in the flames. Seeing that no warriors showed up, the shepherd was just a mortal whose flesh and blood fell off in the flames. The mob collapsed. Some people squeezed out like crazy, some knelt on the ground and begged for forgiveness, and some simply jumped into the wall of fire.
Dawn finally arrived. The dragon cave, which had been noisy all night, finally became empty. The defenders of the city gates and the gold cloaks who tried to break through the mob's defense line were greatly encouraged after seeing the dragon, and they cut a bloody path through the mob.

The entire dragon cave was littered with corpses, piled up like a mountain, and emitting a foul stench.

Syrax slowly landed on the charred Dragon Cave Square, and Rhaenyra stepped off the dragon saddle, suppressing her nausea. Korax also landed beside Syrax.

"What happened? How could King's Landing become so corrupt?" Daemon looked at the pile of corpses in shock. Even now, there were still gold cloaks executing the mob under the Rhaenys Hill. Heads fell to the ground one by one, accompanied by pleas for mercy and wailing.

Rhaenyra was silent. She knew that she had an unshirkable responsibility for the situation. "The plague disrupted my plan. Otherwise, I could have started to gradually abolish taxes and improve the lives of the people."

"Plague?" Prince Daemon's face changed. "How could there be a plague?"

"I don't know." Joffrey walked out of the dragon's lair with Baelor, looking tired. "Father, it was a sudden outbreak of plague." Joffrey glanced at his mother with some resentment. "Slycos died, and Mogul was slightly injured."

"What?" Damon covered his face. A dragon was killed by civilians in his own territory. Damon really didn't know how to describe this incident in words.

"The usurper is dead." Daemon calmed down and changed the subject. Rhaenyra's eyes lit up, as if the haze of riots was swept away in an instant. "Daemon, you are my great hero."

"Now, what we should worry about is the plague." Daemon looked at the pile of corpses and sighed, "With so many dead, King's Landing may become a den of poison. Your Majesty, we need to organize cremation as soon as possible."

Joffrey frowned as he looked at the corpses at the entrance of the dragon's lair. Most of them had been charred into ashes, but a few were pressed underneath and were still relatively intact.

The boy saw the body with blue lips and scratches all over the body. He was so scared that he quickly looked away.

What Joffrey didn't notice was that many of the corpses in the square had similar characteristics, and some even had yellow pus oozing from their bodies.

As the riots in King's Landing gradually subsided.

Dragon's Nest City.

Dragon's lair.

Shadow Nightmare and Storm Cloud stared at the ragged guys who were brought in by the City Guards and Bishop Coelon, baring their sharp teeth.

"Prince, I have plucked out the tongues of these heretics." Bishop Korren stared at the ascetics fiercely. "Their sinful voices should not exist in this world."

The leading ascetic monk immediately struggled and seemed to want to say something, but he could not utter anything because his tongue had been cut off.

"I suggest that they be burned at the stake." Bishop Korren pointed at them and said, "Let the dragon punish them! Let them know how hateful their heresy is."

Lei Yi smiled. He waved his hand to signal Shadow Nightmare to come closer, and gently scratched the skinny black dragon's chin.

"Yes. Nightmare, Dracarys."

Pale flames swept through the cave, and Bishop Korran watched in fascination as the dragon's flames reduced the heretics to ash.

"This is a miracle."

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