Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 30 Thousand Ships Crossing
On the deck of the Silent Lord.

Obara Dayne and Evans Dayne stared at each other. Evans' legs went weak and he could only lean on his master Dr. Visari and endure his master's disdainful look.

"You said you are the 'Sword of the Dawn' of this generation?" Longzel looked the girl up and down. In his magical vision, the girl's body was filled with brilliant starlight-like energy, and the giant sword on her back was even more so. If Valyrian steel was like a burning flame condensed into ice, then the dawn was like stars condensed together and still burning. No wonder in the legends of Westeros, this giant sword was no less powerful than the Valyrian steel sword.

"Of course." Obara Dayne was also looking at Longzier. She sniffed and said in confusion, "Are you the Targaryen on the iron chair? No, you don't have the stink of those guys."

"Girl, watch your words." Lynn Valtaken said in a deep voice.

Obara was not polite either. Just as she was about to draw her sword, she saw Lynn, Hoffa and Ago, who were standing beside Longzel and had their hands on their weapons.

Among them, Ago had even picked off the Moon Singer.

Obara then lowered her raised hand. "Okay, okay, I apologize."

Longzel pointed to Obara Dayne and said to Evans, "Is what she said true?"

Not daring to look at his sister's fierce eyes, Evans said evasively: "Obara is indeed a top-notch swordsman in the family, but this generation's Sword of the Dawn, Ser Oberyn Dayne, is our great-uncle, and he is not dead yet, so..."

"The dawn is in my hands now." Obara rolled her eyes at her brother. "Uncle Oberyn is too old. He can no longer bear the responsibility of accompanying the dawn."

"Tell me about your sword." Compared to the internal affairs of the Dane family, Longzel was obviously more interested in Dawn.

Obara proudly pulled out the Dawn and stuck it on the deck in front of her, which made Lynn's face twitch.

This is our ship!

However, seeing that Longzel did not express any opinion, Lin En did not continue to pester him and continued to listen to Obaya's introduction.

"The ancestors of the Dayne family can be traced back to the Dawn Age ten thousand years ago, at least two thousand years older than the Stark family in the North. The first Dayne built a castle in pursuit of a falling star, and the Dawn came from that falling star. It is said that the ancestor burned the falling star with flames from outer space, and eventually the great sword Dawn was born from the heart of the star. The ancestor relied on this great sword to rule the Turbulent River for thousands of years until Queen Nymeria sailed across with thousands of ships and sent the last King of the Turbulent River to the Wall."

Obara looked at the silver blood on Longzel's waist. Although she didn't know what the sword was, judging from its shape, it was a top-notch sword.

"I wonder if I have the honor to try your sword." Obara looked at Longzel with fiery eyes.

"Don't go too far!" This time it was Ago who came out, "Let me be your opponent."

"Ago, let me do it." Longzel pulled Ago behind him. "I can hear Silverblood cheering, let her face off against Dawn."

"As you command, blood of my blood." Agoli took back the Moon Singer and simply stood back to his original position.

"It's a good thing your ship is big enough." Without warning, Obara drew her greatsword and slashed it down vertically.

Longzel didn't even look at it, and with a flick of his silver blood, it just blocked the Dawn Sword that had changed from a vertical slash to a horizontal slash.

With a clang, the one who was knocked away was actually the powerful Dawn. Obara hurriedly took advantage of the momentum to turn around and was about to chop at Longzel from below, but he got ahead of her and chopped Dawn with a sword, then turned the hilt of the sword and hit Obara's wrist.

Clang.

At dawn, the winner is decided.

"I lost. Good swordplay." Obara admitted defeat readily. "Thank you for letting Dawn experience the joy of fighting."

Longzel nodded and motioned for her to pick up the sword. "What are you going to do next?" "I was going to be a mercenary in Pentos."

"I can lend you a ship to take you to Pentos," said Longzel.

"But the treatment here seems to be better than that in Pentos. I wonder if you need my sword."

"That's fine, just go and register with Lin En." Longzel pointed at Lin En, who raised his eyebrows, as if to say that although you have never defeated my Lord, this is normal, and it's great that you can hold on for this period of time.

"But in the future your sword may fall on your compatriots." Valar squatted beside him and joked.

Obara tossed her hair carelessly. "Who cares? The Dornishmen are just as likely to kill each other as the cowards of the Riverlands and the Stormlands."

Watching Obara leave, Diana Tarly came out of the cabin. Her brother Alan Tarly was settled on another ship. Zersal Shadowweaver was treating the boy. Yes, this poisoner with a broken leg was not only good at poisons, but also good at oriental medicine.

"Miss Diana, please tell me what you think of Miss Obara and Dorne." Longzel handed a glass of light wine to the girl who had changed into a neat silver dress, and said with a smile.

"Obara is different from the average Dornishman," said Daena. "She doesn't care about many things that Dornishmen care about. To her, chivalry novels are more attractive than the lustful literature circulating in the deserts of Dorne. Dawn greatswords and battles are more favored by her than men and women. She loves war horses and armor more than silk skirts, and loves battle more than girls' embroidery and brocade."

Longzel nodded, motioning for her to continue.

Diana looked at the young man in front of her with some awe. Above her head, two giant dragons were circling leisurely, not caring about what was happening below.

"I can't tell she's lying." Diana continued to introduce the knowledge she knew about Dorne. "The Dornish are not monolithic. The Salt People in the eastern coastal areas have more characteristics of the Rhoynar. The Stone People in the western mountains are more like the offspring of the Andals and the First Men. They are tall and have fair skin. The Sand People in the central desert have characteristics of both. Due to the climate of the desert, their skin color is darker. In ancient times, there were kingdoms of all sizes here. It was not until Queen Nymeria crossed the Dornish with thousands of ships that the rising Martell family gradually integrated the entire Dorne and eliminated the Dornish kings."

"Tell me more about it."

"There are several very powerful families in Dorne. The Martell family is needless to say. They call themselves the Prince of Dorne and rule the entire Dorne. The Yronwood family of Yronwood City was once the most powerful force in Dorne. Although they were defeated by Martell, they are still very powerful and have a deep feud with the Fowler family because of betrayal. The Dayne family and the Blackmont family in the west do not completely obey the leadership of the Martell family. The Uller family in the center is famous in the Seven Kingdoms for no one can guess what they will do next. The Weir family in the northeast is cruel and cunning. They have been at odds with the princes of the East March for many years. Because they once poisoned Earl Yronwood who attended the banquet, they have a very bad relationship with the Yronwood family."

"But when the Conqueror conquered Dorne, they united together." Longzel pointed this out, but did not continue. Instead, he nodded to Diana, as if appreciating her rich knowledge.

"Thank you for your compliment." Diana lifted her skirt and bowed.

"What are your plans next?"

"We want to apply for your asylum until my angry father calms down." Diana lowered her head helplessly. "He is really too strong. Maybe time will help him calm down."

"I have prepared a cabin for you and Alan on my ship." Longzel nodded. "I hope you have a pleasant stay."

The wind blew across the huge fleet.

On the narrow sea, thousands of ships were sailing towards the west, with countless sails hoisted high, as if sending a signal to the other side.

Westeros.

we are coming!

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