Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 140: Targaryen's New Dragon

In front of the Dragon Cave Tower, Valar and Rey stood in front of the towering tower gate and stopped Aegon and Ringol. Valar gently embraced his nephew and held Ringol in his arms. Rey looked at Aegon with a serious face: "Your Majesty, if you want to ride the dragon to chase your brother, he has left it to me. No."

"Why, Uncle Rey, Vermax is my brother's dragon, and I am also the head of the Targaryen family and the king of the Seven Kingdoms. I have an obligation to protect the dragon of my family." Aegon said unconvinced. He knew that with Rey and Valar around, he would never be able to ride on Stormcloud to hunt down the dragon thief.

"It's because you are the king of the Seven Kingdoms that you can't do that, Your Majesty." Rey shook his head. "If Tigaro's intelligence is correct, the guys who came to steal the dragon are great nobles of Volantis. They even hold high positions in the Tiger Party. If Your Majesty, as the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, kills them in the territory of the Seven Kingdoms, then if they fail to steal the dragon, killing the high-ranking members of the Volantis Tiger Party will cause a serious diplomatic incident. So, Your Majesty, leave it to your brother." Rey smiled. "After all, he is the one who is least afraid of those bastards of Volantis."

Aegon sat down in front of Rey with a huff. He was very smart and understood what Rey meant as soon as he said it. If he was still a prince, he would have no problem hunting down the dragon thief, but he was a king. Although he didn't sit on that iron chair and play with the young people of Dragon's Nest all day long, he was still a king. There were things a king could do and things a king could not do.

"Besides, Your Majesty, you have other tasks." Rei took out a long piece of parchment and said, "My brother asked me to give this to you before he left, Your Majesty."

"What is this?" Aegon took the parchment curiously, and was startled by the densely packed names and emblems on it. Ray smiled and explained, "Sir Stephen Darklyn's ship will arrive at Wine Harbor tomorrow, and he will arrive at Summerhall in three days. Your Majesty, you need seven Kingsguards, but there are only two in this team now. We need to make up the number of White Knights."

Aegon glanced at the names again, suddenly stood up and said seriously: "Uncle Ray, can I allow them to have a duel? I can pay for the duel." Aegon, who had experienced the Dance of the Dragons, understood that the people who protected him did not have to be from a noble family with a distinguished background, but they must be able to fight, and the only criterion for judging whether one could fight was actual combat. Aegon did not want a waste who came back from the battlefield after a trip. What he wanted were real warriors like Jaehaerys I and Aegon I's Kingsguard.

Rei smiled. His elder brother was right. Aegon still had the personality of a child, but he also had the maturity and wisdom that they inherited from their brothers. Aegon would definitely organize a competition to test one's true ability. "As you wish, Your Majesty."

Dragonstone.

Daemon asked several Dragonstone soldiers to lift up the exhausted Ser Robert Kanes, and he followed several dragon guards carrying cooked meat and carefully walked into the cave where the baby dragons were said to have been hatched.

The dark walls were covered with protruding rocks and spikes, as well as an unknown liquid flowing strangely. Deep in the cave, red magma was flowing quietly.

This seemed to have been the lair of a wild dragon, and was later occupied by a giant dragon, leaving behind a sticky substance resembling dragon dung. In the cave, there was also dragon dung that had turned into hard stone, as well as skeletons whose original forms could not be identified. The experienced Damon could tell at once that there had been dragon eggs here, and more than one. Unfortunately, the place where there should have been dragon eggs was now deflated, and there were fragments of various shapes scattered around.

It seems that the hatched baby dragon survived by eating nearby dragon eggs.

"Which dragon lived here before?" Daemon turned to look at the white-bearded dragon guard beside him. The old dragon guard thought for a moment and said, "It should be Syrax, but Syrax rarely lives here. It lives in the old place most of the time."

Syrax. Daemon suddenly realized that there was no problem. As one of the two dragons of the Targaryen family that laid the most eggs, it was normal for Syrax to not know where he laid a few eggs. Daemon suddenly stopped moving forward. He heard a faint cry. The old prince bent down and gently sang an unknown ballad in High Valyrian.

A purple-gold young dragon slowly crawled out of the sticky black mud and cried a few times weakly. The black mud slid off its purple-gold scales very smoothly without leaving any trace.

Damon frowned, for no other reason than that this purple-gold dragon looked familiar. Its head was not big, but it had two smooth forked horns, and there were exactly eight tentacles hanging from its lower jaw, which made the purple-gold dragon's head look more majestic. However, its body looked exactly like Yangyan. But Damon soon felt relieved.

After all, Yangyan is dead, but this young dragon symbolizes that the dragons of the Targaryen family are slowly reviving.

"Galethos, I named you after the god of fire, stars, moon, sun and dawn." Daemon slowly approached the dragonet, and the dragonet mercilessly spit out a tiny flame, but Daemon dodged it deftly. The dragonet wanted to escape, but was attracted by the meat in the hand of a dragon guard and slowly crawled towards the meat.

"It's a lively little creature, Dragon Guard. Take it back to the courtyard. When it can breathe fire to kill sheep, load it on a ship and send it to the dragon's lair in King's Landing." Daemon was in a good mood and didn't care at all that he was covered in mud.

When Daemon walked out of the cave, a sharp dragon roar suddenly came from above his head. The old prince looked up and saw Tyrexu screaming angrily and flying south over Dragonstone.

Damon couldn't help but cover his head. It seemed that the news had already reached Drifthead Island, and his stepson could not sit still. After all, that was his most beloved brother's dragon being coveted by someone. How could Joffrey not be angry?

An enraged Joffrey kept shouting "Hurry, Tyrekehue." The young purple dragon roared and swooped down, allowing Joffrey to carefully observe every passing ship.

Tyrexu suddenly roared, and Joffrey looked up and saw Haiyan roaring at Tyrexu as well. Seeing that Tyrexu did not rush up, the silver-gray beast roared lacking interest and flew back to Dragonstone.

Joffrey also saw two warships, one in front and one behind, and the dark shadows gradually becoming clearer in the clouds.

Vermithor, flying over Blackwater Bay.

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