Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 32 Dragon's Nest City (Two in One)
Wormithor burned the last wave of Dornishmen to death, and then slowly turned the dragon's head and flew towards Black Harbor. The dragon flew around Black Harbor several times, but did not land.

Earl Edric waved his hands hurriedly. "Quick, go and guide the prince to land."

The soldiers of House Dondarrion in the city rushed to the top of their own main tower and waved flags to indicate that the dragon could land on this open land.

Womisol looked at the main tower of Black Harbor City with some hesitation, then approached carefully, with visibly cautiousness, and slowly landed on the main tower.

Silver Wing didn't have so many concerns. Its size was not big enough to worry about collapsing other people's castles. After Womisoor took off, it landed directly on the main tower.

Lord Edric stood obediently in front of the main tower with his maesters and squires, waiting for the two brothers to come down. Then they saw the two brothers wearing Valyrian steel armor walking up to them.

Longzel took off his helmet and bowed slightly. "I came here as promised."

"Your Highness, thank you very much. May the Seven Gods bless your greatness and kindness." Earl Edric was not surprised at the youth of the two dragon knights. After all, he also took over the burden of the earl at this age, and his son also fought against the Dornishmen at this age and lived up to the reputation of the purple lightning.

"Jon is with our men." Longzier walked up to Lord Edric. "He will return to the Borderlands with the fleet."

"I have every confidence in your arrangements." Lord Edric hurriedly called on the servants of the castle to clean up the hall and prepare food. "Please understand that Black Harbor has been besieged by the Dornish for a long time and lacks fresh meat."

"There's always bread and salt," said Valar with a smile. He had been cramming knowledge of Westeros on the ship, and now he couldn't help showing off.

"Of course." Lord Edric straightened his back and said proudly, "The hospitality of the Dondarrion family is well-known throughout the Borderlands and the Stormlands."

Entering the main hall of the castle, the servant handed over a plate of torn white bread and a pinch of salt. Count Edric was not polite and picked up a piece of bread, dipped it in salt and swallowed it. Seeing that the count had finished eating the bread, Longzel also picked up a piece of bread, dipped it in salt, and put it in his mouth to chew.

The white bread in Westeros is rougher than the white bread in the East Continent, but the taste is richer.

The food for the reception was quite rich. Onions and green peas were mixed together with a little salted meat and stewed into a pot of hot thick soup. Earl Edric ordered the last few sheep raised in the castle to be killed. The fresh lamb was used to make lamb pies and lamb and carrot soup, as well as chopped turnips and cabbage as mixed vegetables. The chef took out the sausages stored in the castle, cut some into small pieces and smoked them, and stewed some with lamb offal into thick soup. There was also wine from the Arbor and gin from Dorne, as well as fairly fine white bread and a generous amount of oatmeal.

"Your Highness, I have prepared rooms for you and the princes. The Lightning Tower will be under your management until your castle is completed. The servants of the Dondarrion family will be your servants."

"Thank you." Longzel forked a piece of grilled sausage. Although it had obviously been stored for a long time, it tasted quite good. "I will pay the rent."

"Your willingness to rescue us is already a payment of rent," Earl Edric said with emotion. "My family will have to wait at least five years for this battle to recover. I will skin the Weir family, the bastards, scum, rats from the sewers, bugs, and damn Dornish pedophiles whose brains have been eaten, sooner or later."

Longzel quietly enjoyed the food, without drinking, and just listened to the earl's complaints. Seeing that his brother didn't say anything, Valar swallowed the words he was about to brag about along with the oatmeal.

"Thank you for your hospitality." Longzel wiped his mouth. "I will have to bother you for a while. As for the Dornishmen, they will pay for their foolish behavior sooner or later. The debt owed must be repaid."

"I want Jon to follow you, you see"

"Ser Jon has been ennobled." Longzel shook his head. "My only squire is Prince Jacaerys, but Ser Jon can train with Lyn and the others." He looked into the earl's eyes. "I will carry out a lot of projects in the territory. If Ser Jon wants to learn, he can learn freely."

"Thank you very much." Lord Edric hammered his fork on the table again and again, and all the Dondarrion family members at the banquet raised their glasses at the same time. "If the Dondarrion family had not been loyal to the Baratheon family of the Stormlands for generations, I would rather you become the real governor of the borderland."

"I respect your traditions." Longzel stood up with a smile and raised the glass of light fruit wine he brought. "Long live our friendship."

"Long live our friendship, long live Prince Longzel!"

"Long live our friendship, long live Prince Longzel!"

The bard invited by Count Edric saw the Count nodded to him, and began to play the harp and sing praises to Longzel's rescue.

"Silver Dragonborn, Silver Dragonborn.

Coming across the sea, everyone sang joyfully.

The gods sing and all living things play together.

Silver Dragonborn, Silver Dragonborn.

Bronze rage returns to the world.

The silver wings of kindness fly again.

Silver Dragonborn, Silver Dragonborn.

The soldier sounded the horn to help.

The dragon reigns supreme, and the bandits are frightened.

Dornish rats. Dornish rats.

Beneath the dragon's flames, there are only dry bones.

If you dare to attack again, strangers will come to meet you.

Silver Dragonborn, Silver Dragonborn.

The people sang and the gods chanted.

Saving me from danger will never be repaid in a hundred lifetimes.

Sing these songs here for all people to witness.

Silver Dragonborn, Silver Dragonborn.

All the peoples praise it, all the peoples sing it."

The banquet gradually came to an end with cheerful singing.

Lightning Tower at night.

Longzier and Valar lived in a spacious room. Valar refused the room assigned to him and ran to his brother's place. He asked for a book and fell asleep after reading it for a while. Longzier was left alone to read the book sent by Lord Edric's maester. This old book, "A Brief History of the Marches", recorded in detail the history of the Marches during and before the reign of King Jaehaerys I, as well as the wars with Dorne.

Longzier was already very fluent in the Common Language. When they were on the ship, they taught the Common Language to each ship. His subjects fanatically believed that Longzier and his family were real gods, and they naturally had to do what the gods did. So when they crossed half of Essos and came to the west, everyone had basically mastered the Common Language, which was relatively fluent but with a slight accent, in addition to the Valyrian language with a Volantis accent.

dong dong dong.

Someone was knocking softly at the door outside.

Longzel looked up and said, "Come in."

A young servant came in, he gently closed the door, his face suddenly blurred, and when it condensed again, it had turned into an ordinary young face.

"Your Highness." Kungur glanced at the sleeping Valar and walked towards Longzel silently. "There are two maids and a kitchen girl outside who tried to sneak into your and Master Valar's room. Someone has asked them to go back to their respective rooms to sleep."

"That's normal." Longzel closed the book. "You're faster than I thought."

Kungur lowered his head and said, "Someone's training is quite satisfactory. Your Highness, the Lightning Tower has been searched. There is only one secret passage. Do you want to take it?"

"Just keep an eye on it." Longzel said, "After all, it's someone else's castle. If you want to stay in Westeros for a long time, you have to respect the traditions here."

"You did a good job." Kungur said sincerely, and then frowned in confusion, as if doubting why he said such a thing.

Longzel smiled and nodded. "Go and keep an eye on the outside. By the way, did you bring the things?" Kungur took out a roll of parchment from his clothes. This was a drawing drawn by the family's master architect. It indicated Longzel's construction plan.

A fortress-type castle, which will also be the future main city of the Vareses family. The castle will be built using the architectural methods of ancient Valyria. Coincidentally, Longzel, who has both dragons and magic, can restore this mysterious technology that has disappeared from the world's sight for many years.

A large town will be built at the intersection of the roads in Midsummer Plain, forming a complete city with the castle. Varese will place the handicrafts he brings here and build more villages in Midsummer Plain and Tianping Valley.

Several castles and at least one fortress pass guarding the Bone Road.

And a huge port.

With sufficient wealth to support them, the people of the Varese family would not starve even if not a grain of wheat grew on the territory for at least three to five years.

The family's huge wealth is Longzel's important confidence.

After resting for a while in Blackhaven, the fleet of the Vareses family also bypassed the treacherous and changeable waters of the Stormland in batches and arrived at the North Dorne Sea. By the way, they burned the port of Well City, causing Earl Ullen Well to curse in the ruins of the port.

Leaving Valar to take care of Rey who had just arrived, and Shadow Nightmare who surprised everyone, Longzel set off on his dragon.

His goal was simple, which was to survey the terrain of Shengxiayuan.

Shepherd Tom is an old bachelor living in a small village at the foot of the Red Mountains. His wife was brutally murdered by the Dornishmen, and he himself has lost one eye and can only make a living by herding sheep.

The land in Midsummer Plains is very fertile, but there are not many villages. After all, the invasions and lootings by the Dornishmen and the bandits from the Red Mountains have caused too much damage. Fortunately, this is a royal fiefdom, and the Dragon King in King's Landing doesn't care much about the people here, and he is not even active in collecting taxes, so the civilians here can live quite well.

Tom was driving his sheep back to the sheepfold, preparing to go home for a bite to eat. As soon as he left the sheepfold, he ran into the village elder.

"Tom, come and count your sheep." Elder Jerry squinted his eyes and stretched his neck, trying to count the sheep in the sheepfold.

"Seven levels of hell, old Jerry, what do you want to do?" Tom hurriedly stood in front of his sheepfold. He spent many years saving up these sheep, and he couldn't let anything unexpected happen.

"We have a new lord, a royal prince blessed by the Dragon God."

"what?"

Old Jerry spread his hands. "His tax collectors will come to do the statistics, and will distribute the unowned wasteland and mountain pastures to everyone later."

"what!"

"The taxes we have to pay have also been adjusted and are lower than before."

"We still have to pay taxes. Will the prince protect us?" Tom asked curiously. He didn't want the Dornishmen to take away the pasture just after it was allocated to him.

"What nonsense are you talking about." Elder Jerry hit Tom's head hard. "The prince has a dragon god."

"Gods." Tom stared blankly behind Elder Jerry.

"What are you doing stupid again?" Old Jerry looked back in confusion.

"Roar!"

A loud dragon roar came from the clouds, and a huge black shadow passed over their heads, hovering in front of a towering peak in the Red Mountains.

"Oh my God." Old Jerry was also stunned.

Longzel looked at the mountain in front of him. He had used his magic vision to determine that the Red Mountain Range was not an ordinary red mountain range. This mountain range was filled with fiery magical energy. It was also because of this that the climates of the three places separated by only one mountain were completely different. Dorne was dry and hot, the river bay was warm and humid, and the Stormland had dense vegetation and continuous storms.

But this magical energy was not strong, far less than the magical energy overflowing from the edge of the Valyrian ruins. It seemed to have been dormant for many years.

But this only facilitates Longzel's plan.

"Hey, buddy, I leave it to you." Longzel, whose face was a little pale, stretched out his hand and patted Womisol lightly. Womisol roared happily and found a specific position.

Longzel took advantage of the situation and used Womisoel's bone spur to cut open his palm, and the blood sparkling with silver light quickly seeped into Womisoel's body.

"Wormithor, Dragon Flame!"

After the last bit of blood was absorbed by Womithal, Longzel roared, and Womithal blew a continuous stream of dragon flames towards the mountain.

The red mountains turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye under the silver flames, and slowly a black substance like liquid flowed down from the mountain. Longzel grasped the handle of the dragon saddle tightly and carefully adjusted the dragon flame of Wormisol.

Before setting off, Longzel mixed a large amount of blood with spells attached to it into the flesh and blood he fed to Wormisol, and the appearance of the castle slowly emerged in his mind.

The same scene slowly emerged on the mountain peaks.

Nine towering towers gradually emerged from the melting mountain peaks. A faint dragon shape could be seen on the top of the tallest tower.

The tall city walls slowly peeled away from the mountain peaks, and the mountain, which had gradually turned into pure black, was melting and reshaping.

Womisol seemed to enjoy the process. Its membrane wings and scales gradually changed from bronze to molten gold under the backdrop of the endless dragon flame.

"Vomisol, stop."

Longzel felt the castle in his mind gradually taking shape, and immediately stopped Womisol's breath, but the mountain was still melting.

"Vomisol, climb."

The giant dragon flew to the highest point of the mountain which was gradually taking the shape of a castle, and at Longzel's command, it once again spewed out dragon flames with a hint of silver.

The mountain at the bottom stopped melting, but the towers and walls above became clearer under the burning of the dragon flames. Finally, the towers and walls slowly melted into suitable holes, allowing the dragon flames to continue burning inside, outlining the image that Longzel hoped for.

Feeling his partner's weakness due to massive blood loss, Womisoel stopped breathing after burning out the interior of the three towers, and turned his dragon head towards the rider, as if asking if he wanted to take a rest.

"I'm fine, Wormisol." Longzel smiled and bent down to pat Wormisol's body, letting it see his gradually reddening face. "I'm a blood witch, this blood is nothing to me, continue."

Womisoer shook his head slightly, indicating that he was still a little worried.

"Don't worry." Longzel placed his hand on Wormisol, letting it feel the magical fluctuations in his body. "Don't underestimate your partner."

Womisol felt Longzel's gradually recovering energy fluctuations for a while before continuing to spit out dragon flames, burning the remaining interior of the tower and the mountain that needed to be hollowed out.

Nine towers gradually took shape. Womisol folded his wings and lowered himself to the mountainside, which was the location of the mountain, and exhaled another breath of dragon flame.

A large hole exploded in the mountain in an instant, and the raging dragon flame burned the inside of the mountain madly, trying to connect it with the hollowed-out part of the mountain.

This will be their future nest.

"The name of this castle is Dragon's Nest." As the huge cave suddenly became clear, Longzel drove Womisol high into the sky with satisfaction, admiring the castle that had already taken shape.

"The rest of the work will be left to my craftsmen." Longzel said in his heart.

I’m sorry everyone. I’ve been applying medicine all day today, so I can only write two chapters in one. After I recover, the length of each chapter will increase. After all, I don’t have many manuscripts left. I will update more later.

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