Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 169: Spring of Dragons

Longzier didn't know what Viserys was thinking, and he didn't need to know. In fact, when Longzier learned from the Faceless Man Kungur Potter what Viserys had said to Aegon, he smiled with relief.

Very good, it seems that the descendants of the Targaryen family are also quite smart. They know how to face up to the threat of the rise of the Varese family, the fragility of the Targaryen family itself, and the current imbalance of power between the two sides.

Aegon was also smart and knew when to let go. The boy was indeed honest. When he realized that neither he nor Ringol would threaten his rule, or that neither of them had much interest in his iron chair, he decisively chose the safest way - sitting on the iron chair honestly, becoming familiar with the ways of governing the country with the help of Longzel, until Longzel stepped down and returned to his fiefdom.

Aegon has indeed received a lot of good news recently, but there is also bad news. After the hatching of the companion green dragon of Meerar Sunfyre, thirteen or fourteen baby dragons have been hatched in the Dragon Mountain on Dragonstone over the years. However, the Dragon Mountain does not have the management system of the dragon pits in Dragon's Nest or King's Landing, so the tragedy happened.

Before the dragon guards found all the baby dragons and brought them back to the dragon breeding yard on Dragonstone, the thirteen or fourteen baby dragons had been killed because of fighting for food or accidentally entering the territory of sheep thieves or Sea Smoke, leaving only two baby dragons.

When Aegon heard the first piece of news, he was as happy as a sixteen-year-old boy, but when he heard the second piece of news, his smile disappeared immediately.

If there hadn't been two living dragons hatched in the dragon's lair, Aegon and Viserys would probably have cried on the spot.

"Your Highness." The chief steward Yamor stood behind the dazed Longzel and reminded his master: "It's time to name the three newborn dragons. They are all very strong."

Longzel exhaled lightly and pushed open the door of the dragon breeding greenhouse. In the past few years, Longzel adjusted the magical rituals that affected the entire Dragon Nest City and the Dragon Cave, allowing the magic of the Red Mountains to more accurately nurture new life in dragon eggs.

So in the past few years, only three dragon eggs hatched. The last dark green dragon egg with silver patterns from the ruins of Valyria hatched a strong young dragon at the end of 133 AD. A dragon egg with light blue and silver-white cloud patterns produced by Huo Huo and a golden dragon egg produced by Yin Yi were hatched one after another in 135 AD.

Longzel was not in a hurry to let them enter the dragon cave, but was prepared to observe whether the three little dragons would show the strange interactions between Igaras and Sarafathers. After all, the interactions between young dragons are more valuable for research than those between adult dragons, and can better reflect the possible biological relationships between dragons.

Rey was very interested in these.

Unfortunately, after more than a year of living together, the three young dragons did not produce the sparks of Igarath and Sarafathers. Instead, they often fought with each other. Of course, under Rei's discipline, there was no bloodshed. The most ferocious young dragon even established an order similar to that of a dragon cave in this small dragon breeding greenhouse.

The eldest should eat the food first, of course, the eldest will not let the younger go hungry. After all, the Silver Guards always prepare enough food - nonsense, who dares not prepare enough food for the dragons, especially after the little dragon learns to breathe fire, who dares to starve them, just breathe a mouthful of dragon flames.

Two Silver Guards have already died because of this.

"roar~"

As soon as he opened the greenhouse door, Longzel heard the roar of the ferocious dragon. Longzel couldn't help but nodded. It seemed that after suffering a little pain last time, the dragon had learned its lesson and knew that it should not be easily provoked. Otherwise, it would be too stupid to pounce on it and take a blood magic like last time. To Longzel's relief, the dragon was not stupid. "Don't get close to dangerous ones. Don't bite."

If Longzel guessed correctly, the roar of the young dragon hanging upside down on the beam should mean this.

"Quiet, come down." A hint of blood red flashed in Longzel's deep purple eyes. The young dragon shook its head vigorously. Although it still roared meaninglessly out of dissatisfaction, it still climbed down from the beam obediently so that Longzel could see it clearly.

It was a dark green dragon, but from the lower jaw to the abdomen it was a slightly dull silver-white color. The slightly raised sharp scales looked like knives and leaves, and if you looked carefully you could see veins on the scales. The dragon head, which looked like a crocodile's head, was covered with dense keratin scales and strange patterns. Without even looking at it, you could imagine the countless knife-sharp teeth in the pointed mouth of this young dragon.

The dragon cub's horns were extremely large, like a pair of giant moose antlers, or like two fish beam trees. Its neck was neatly arranged with sharp spikes. When the dragon cub spread its wings, Longzel could even see the gorgeous and beautiful patterns on its membrane wings, like those of butterfly wings.

The young dragon had a strong, slender tail, the end of which was also like a butterfly with its wings spread out, forming a pair of sharp, thick tail wings, or "tail hammers". Longzel could imagine how fierce this young dragon, which had just hatched and could not breathe fire, could injure a dozen silver guards wearing heavy armor and holding spears when it grew up.

"Cendroth." Longzel looked at the alert young dragon and couldn't help but smile with relief. The more and stronger the dragons of Vareses were, the happier he was. This proved the strong vitality of the Vareses family and the continuation of magic. "Amor, remember, the name of this fierce little guy is Cendroth, which means 'beast in the forest' in ancient Valyrian."

"I understand, Your Highness." Amor faithfully wrote down Longzel's name in his notes.

The silver-haired prince glanced around the room. The two young dragons had been beaten into submission by Sendroth. One of them was hiding in a tree hole in the greenhouse that simulated the natural environment, and the other was hiding in a cave that imitated a cave nearby, and was cautiously looking outside.

Longzel pointed at the light blue dragon hiding in the tree hole.

To be honest, if you just look at the appearance, others would think that this light blue baby dragon is the most ferocious.

But in fact, among this batch of three baby dragons, this one with an eagle-like head, spiked dragon horns and a fierce look on its face is actually the gentlest one.

This added another item to Rey's notes.

Don't judge a dragon by its appearance.

(End of this chapter)