Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 327: Alliance of Four “Fake” Dragons
That bowl of porridge tastes terrible.

Although the taste left on the tongue when it finally enters the throat is slightly sweet and cool, it still makes people feel nauseous and difficult to swallow.

Brynden always felt that the bowl of weirwood seed paste tasted like brains.

"Your guess makes sense." Longzel's voice came faintly.

"what?"

Brynden's voice changed with fear, and an indescribable feeling of nausea instantly rushed into his stomach and surged up along the esophagus, but nothing could surge up.

"According to what the Three-Eyed Raven said."

Longzel seemed to enjoy seeing Brynden trying to vomit but unable to, and trying hard to hold back his disgust.

"In ancient times, the leaders of the Greenseers would indeed mix the brains of their highly spiritual bloodline kin with fish beam wood seeds during inheritance to replenish the spirits of the less powerful inheritors. This was a very ancient blood sacrifice."

The old Dragon King smiled and rubbed the young Greenseer's head.

Brynden felt his breath become more even.

Not so gross anymore.

Indeed, Brynden understood everything immediately after he came to his senses. In that complicated dream, the Three-Eyed Raven guided him to see the distant past.

Even in the ancient times when magic was abundant, it was very difficult for the Green Prophet to find a suitable successor. The old gods were not as gentle and harmless as they are now. They represented the understanding and fear of nature by the ancestors, and also represented the efforts and sacrifices made by the ancestors for survival. The priests of the old gods were keen on blood sacrifices, and the magicians and agents of the old gods were naturally well versed in this. Even today when magic is declining, blood sacrifices still have a certain effect.

But Brynden really fits the needs of the Greenseer.

There was no need for blood sacrifices to strengthen Brynden's spirit.

Longzel would not allow the Three-Eyed Raven to perform a blood sacrifice in his castle.

So, there is only the most basic and original fish beam wood seed paste.

"Weirwood is the darling of magic in both legend and reality." Longzel waited until Brynden calmed down completely before patiently explaining to him the effect of the weirwood seed paste: "The Grey King, who is said to have killed the sea dragon Naga, lives in a palace. According to some accounts, the huge skeleton is actually a longship built with ancient weirwood. Similar to him, in ancient times, on the vast inland sea that is now the Dothraki Sea, the Fisher Queen ruled her kingdom on a large ship built with weirwood. In the ancient Kingdom of Dawn, the Emperor's chariot was also a weirwood creation. The magic of the Green Prophet depends on nature, and the one that best fits nature happens to be this ancient tree species, the original Green Prophet." Longzel paused. What he didn't say was that according to his father Cleolius's guess, the original Green Prophet was actually the prototype of the old gods, or one of the old gods now revered by people.

"They chose the weirwood as the vessel and eye of magic. Tell me, what did you see after eating that bowl of weirwood seed paste, my child."

"Prince, I saw the skeletons of the green prophets of the past." Brynden lowered his head and said, "The pale trees include their bodies, and myself." Brynden's eyes suddenly became dazed, as if he was recalling what he saw.

The twisted branches twisted in and out of the body that looked like a withered old man, and finally grew into a large tree in the shape of a human.

“I see the past and the present through the eyes of trees and ravens.”

"Congratulations, Brynden." Longzel held his head and said, "You have found your future. I believe you can also see your future."

Brynden nodded.

"I saw a dragon falling from the sky, and I saw my other brother." Brynden swallowed his saliva. He was not sure whether he should call the black-haired young man brother. "He was bewitching my other brother."

Brynden suddenly shut his mouth.

Distant conquests.

Leaf Lake Castle of the Osgrey family.

Lord Eustace Osgrey and Mad-Eye Austin Mullendall stared at each other for a long time. The fire beside the chair flickered, as if a disobedient painter was painting a not-so-gorgeous portrait of the two lords. A small piece of bread was missing from the long table, but the roast meat and wine were untouched.

The Second Sons had recently fought a fierce battle with the combined forces of the Bolls, Boltons, and Tullys, and both sides were defeated. At this critical juncture, one of the leaders of the Second Sons appeared in the hall of an important noble in the conquered land.

This in itself is a difficult thing to understand.

"Austin, am I to understand that the Second Sons wish to reconcile with the Kingdom?"

In the end, it was the Checkered Lion that broke the awkward atmosphere.

Austin laughed at himself and said, "Lord Eustace, do you really think we can reconcile with the kingdom? Or do you really think that our existence is not necessary for the kingdom?"

"Austen. Don't say such things in my hall." Eustace stood up suddenly. "I don't want my guests to fill my hall with the stench of conspiracy."

Austin raised his eyebrows noncommittally.

"The Second Sons need to prove their worth," Austin said calmly.

"That's it?"

"That's all."

Outside Leaf Lake Castle, the camp of the Second Sons.

Daemon was cleaning his armor. Quentin's plan worked. After that victory, he successfully spread his reputation. One victory after another made his reputation unbreakable. So after the last battle, even the Second Sons fighting on the coast knew that after Podrick, the Second Sons had another outstanding boy warrior.

A warrior younger than Podrick. He has his own tent, armor, and horse, though he is not yet a knight - Quentin Pole stops Austin from canonizing him.

"Tristan, do you remember what your father looked like?"

Damon skillfully sprinkled sand on the armor to clean the stains on the surface of the armor, while continuing to gossip with his friends.

"I haven't seen him." Tristan stopped sharpening his sword and looked at Doran, who was training with a wooden sword, with some emotion. "My mother told me that my brother and I are the sons of Jacaerys Vareses, and our father is an excellent warrior."

"Jacaris Vareses?"

A slightly frivolous voice came.

"If you are really his son, our Governor of Tyroshi may be in big trouble. Because Prince Longzel Vareses will personally ride a dragon to capture him back to the dragon's nest and hand him over to Lady Helena for handling."

"I know." Trystan looked up at the young man who was speaking. The young man had his arms exposed and looked like a scoundrel. "We knew it from the beginning, but... for the sake of life, having a prince as a father is much better than being a soldier on Dragonstone."

Damon looked up with some dissatisfaction. He had just been talking to his partner, so who would be so blind to expose his partner's scars? The boy almost immediately noticed the young man's violet eyes and obviously dyed hair.

He has Valyrian blood in him?
"You are."

The young man smiled and jumped from a pile of rocks nearby into Damon's camp.

"I won't hide it from you, because we have the same blood. We are both descendants of true dragons." The young man stretched out his hand.

"Cousin, I am Aegon, son of Prince Maelar Targaryen and grandson of the true King Aegon II Targaryen."

Aegon Sunfyre said with a smile.

In response, Daemon threw a helmet at him. Aegon was much bigger than Daemon after all, so Daemon's helmet had limited lethality to him and was caught easily in his hand.

Aegon looked at Daemon with some confusion.

"First, you offended my friend. Please apologize to him."

Daemon looked at Aegon coldly.

"Second, your name makes me uncomfortable, so I hate you. Third." Daemon looked at Aegon as if he was a fool.

"Aegon II Targaryen of the Realm is my grandfather's brother, and Aegon III is my foolish, damned father."

Daemon gnashed his teeth when he mentioned Aegon. "You said they were fake kings in front of me?"

Aegon Sunfire was a little surprised.

He didn't expect that Damon, at such a young age, could see the meaning behind this clearly.

If the child did not refute him and accepted what he said about Prince Merar Targaryen, the real Aegon II, it would also mean that Daemon denied his own birth and bloodline.

There is also the inheritance right hidden in it.

It seems that this child is not stupid.

Not only is he not stupid, he is also very smart.

Interesting, interesting. Aegon mentally applauded this cousin whom he had only met a few times but left a deep impression on him.

"I'm sorry." He bowed his head to Tristan without hesitation. "I don't know your story, so I must apologize for my offense."

"Nothing." Trystan was not that sensitive to such things. After all, if they really wanted to trace it back, the mother of their brothers could be traced back to King Aenys Targaryen. It was said that it was that king who conceived the seeds of his grandfather's father when he exercised his right of first night. "I accept your apology."

Damon then calmed down a little.

"What are you looking for me for, cousin?" Daemon's tone changed: "If you can't tell me how you recognized us, Lord Fireball is nearby. I believe that my stupid father will not allow the usurper's bloodline to become active again, no matter how stupid he is."

The boy took the sword handed to him by Trystane, and Trystane took out a crossbow from somewhere, and together with Doran, they surrounded Aegon Sunfleur.

In his heart, Aegon's opinion of Daemon became much higher.

"Cooperation, cousin, cooperation."

Aegon Sunfyre held out his arms to show that he had no sword.

"I am the grandson of the usurper. My drunkard father still dares not acknowledge that I am his son. And you are the king's illegitimate son - a illegitimate son hated by the late king and the Varese family. Damon, if you don't want to live under their shadow for the rest of your life, let's cooperate."

The usurper's grandson stared into the eyes of the dragon's bastard.

"Let's work together to get back what belongs to us."

(End of this chapter)