Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 310: Dance of the Silver Dragon and the Wolf

"Hi~roar~"

A sharp roar cut through the clear sky. The team from the Western Territory raised their heads and looked at the two giant dragons flying side by side over them. Wormax was flying in the front, roaring, and Perkin was following closely behind. The two dragons made the atmosphere of the entire Western Territory team stagnate.

Many of the knights in the West who grew up in the summer had never seen a dragon, especially the spectacular sight of multiple dragons appearing together. These young knights who grew up in castles and training grounds had no chance to go to the conquered land and fight bloody battles, nor did they have the chance to see with their own eyes the majestic sight of a dragon ravaging the battlefield.

Now they see it.

The two dragons did not fly over the city in a show of force, but circled outside the walls of Summerhall and searched for the Targaryen dragons.

Syrax and Haiyan were lying on a clean open space. The fat sheep in front of them were already roasted and oozing with oil. For the two giant dragons that were nearly a hundred years old, these sheep were just snacks for their size. Mogul huddled aside pitifully. The sheep in front of him was a size smaller than the food for his two elders, and even the number seemed to have been reduced. Even Gelesos beside him was not so miserable.

The sheep in front of it at least had no problem with its size.

"Mogul's sheep" Irion, who climbed down from the dragon's back, looked at the sheep in front of Mogul with some confusion.

"Prince, Galesos has taken away Mogul's food." The silver guard in charge of feeding the dragons said with a smile. He brought fat sheep for the two new dragons. Amber Shadow's eyes lit up, and he raised his snake-like body and ignited these little guys with a breath of dragon flame: "You can see that Mogul is really... too shy among the dragons." The silver guard led the sheep for Mogul's supply to its side.

But Mogul just glanced at the sheep, then looked at the dragons beside him with trepidation.

Galesos jumped out without hesitation and grabbed two sheep in one gulp.

"I see."

Ilion nodded. He didn't care about these things. The dragons had their own way of getting along with each other. As a rider, he had neither the qualifications nor the ability to interfere.

He took Wallis to settle his dragon and sat on the wheelchair arranged for them by the Varese family.

Dragon's Nest City.

The dragon-headed gate made of huge stones, obsidian and bronze slowly opened, and seventy-seven knights wearing heavy armor and riding tall horses, holding silver dragon laurel leaf flags, slowly moved out of the dragon's mouth like moving sculptures to the fierce drumbeats.

Following closely behind was the wheel palace decorated with winter snow roses and laurel leaves. Basilon wore a suit with a running wolf pattern, and a wolfskin cloak fluttered in the wind. Daenerys wore a purple dress, a complexly decorated crown on her head, and a silver emblem ornament hung on her chest. Both of them kept smiling.

The bride's family followed behind the wheel, one after another riding on their horses, closely following.

Until the wheel palace at the end, all the nobles who were watching bowed their heads.

Longzel narrowed his eyes and left the castle with Ray.

Hoo, ho, ho.

The earth is shaking.

Vareses' dragons are out.

The little dragons flew out of the nest first, followed closely by the giants.

Until the last Star Song and Shadow Nightmare.

The two black dragons that blocked out the sun made the sky dark, but what was even more terrifying was the giant dragon that slowly stretched its head out of the nest and let out a deafening roar.

Even the Targaryen dragons in the distance trembled in fear at the roar of Wormithor.

On the tower of the Seven Dragon Cathedral.

King Aegon silently looked at the dragons in the distance.

At that moment, he hardened his resolve.

No matter what the cost, Targaryen must restore the number of dragon riders as soon as possible, especially a few giant dragons.

Koraxhu, Dreamfire, Igalas, and soon to be Wild Dragon, Terekhu.

Especially Korachui.

"Your Majesty, the parade has begun."

Garin Hewen reported softly.

"I've seen it." The king, whose figure was seriously out of shape and whose belly was so big that he had to wear a loose robe, turned his head and said, "Gailin, my child, I believe you are not looking for this information that can be seen with your eyes." "Your Majesty, this is just a piece of information."

Garin said carefully, "Prince Aemon and Prince Aerion have gone to the Maiden's Tower to visit the Queen and Prince Daeron. They will be attending the wedding directly from there. Also, Lady Serena is already staying in a suitable accommodation."

Aegon thought for a moment.

"Let's do this for now, get ready."

As the king and a member of the royal family, he would need to prepare blessings for the newlyweds.

He put on his heavy crown.

The Seven Dragon Cathedral.

Nobles from the Seven Kingdoms and even the conquered territories gathered here, but at least in the Great Cathedral, they dared not speak.

Daenerys was unusually calm. She allowed Aegon, whom she had always disliked, to recite the blessing to the bride and groom. She kissed the back of the bride and groom's hands to show her blessing.

After the Archbishop’s prayers.

The newlyweds, who had completed their Westeros wedding, walked up to Longzel.

Longzel stretched out his hand and pressed it on the heads of the two people who were kneeling on one knee.

"Children, you are the bond of the Covenant of Ice and Fire. Please remember your duties."

"Never forget, Grandpa."

"The North never forgets, and neither do I."

Longzel nodded with relief.

Like most weddings.

Igor calculated the time the carriage passed to the exact millisecond.

Daenerys' wedding went on without any incident.

The two exchanged vows under the heart tree.

Drink each other's blood in front of the fire.

The feast filled with fine wine and delicious food filled every guest from all over the country.

The nobles from the North approached the nobles from the Vale, who were also on the fringes of the political arena in King's Landing. The nobles from the two regions had a lot in common.

The nobles of the Iron Islands remained hidden, while the nobles of the Westerlands were conversing animatedly with the nobles of the Riverlands.

The nobles of the Riverlands and the Marchlands are of the same blood, mixed with the nobles from Dorne, and are quite harmonious.

The nobles of the Crown Territory have close ties with the nobles of the Stormlands.

As for the conquered territories, they either played together with their relatives in the local area, or formed their own group and did not participate in internal social activities.

The climax of the feast was brought to the fore by the fat king.

He stood on the king's chair holding a huge golden cup.

"Let us all drink to the newlyweds, Ser Basilone and Princess Daenerys!"

No one could refuse the king's invitation.

When everyone's glasses stopped drinking, the king suddenly said something drunkenly.

"Sir Basilone Vareses, I wish you a happy wedding."

(End of this chapter)