Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 374 Don't Think We Are Unprepared
The night sky of Rhaenys Hill was engulfed by emerald wildfires. The heat wave distorted the air and turned the entire city into purgatory. Orion Varezes stood on the dragon's back of Hovenders, and the rainbow-colored ancient dragon's long beard danced in the wind like a whip of divine punishment. His blood knight sword reflected the firelight, and the dark red ripples on the sword seemed to be burning.

"Dracarys!"

Hovenders opened his huge mouth and blazing white dragon flames poured down like a waterfall, but it did not burn, but devoured - the flames of this giant dragon were extremely hot, but they slowly tamed the wildfires, and the emerald-colored fire of doomsday was neutralized the moment it touched the dragon flames, turning into harmless green smoke that rose up.

But Mad-Eye's wildfire was too fierce, and Rhaenys Hill was still burning.

Serena Valarion swooped down from the clouds on her Saraphasus, her light blue dragon wings glittering like the aurora in the firelight. Her sapphire dragon did not spit out flames, but flapped its wings violently - the wing membranes created a hurricane, forcibly isolating the fire between the burning buildings.

"Orion! East!" Her voice pierced through the smoke.

Hovenders immediately changed direction, and his long rainbow beard swept across a bell tower that was about to collapse. The dragon flame accurately burned off the supporting pillars, causing the building to collapse into the empty square instead of crushing the fleeing civilians.

Serena flew low over the Sarafathers, and her long dragon tail lashed the ground like a whip, sweeping away the burning debris and clearing a path for the survivors.

Orion's hands were cut by dragon scales, and silver blood flowed, but he did not stop. Every spit of dragon flame seemed to atone for their previous hesitation and their lack of experience in dragon fighting - if they could kill the sheep thieves faster, if they could suppress the rebellion in the dragon cave faster, if they did not care about the casualties of civilians...

"Don't be distracted!" Serena's voice brought him back to reality.

Sarafathers suddenly made a sharp turn, and the wing tip brushed past a burning barn, and the wind pressure temporarily suppressed the fire. Hovenders immediately added a dragon flame to completely extinguish the remaining fire.

They worked in perfect harmony - Hovenders neutralized the wildfire, and Sarafathers controlled its spread. The two dragons flew through the sea of ​​fire, as if performing a deadly dance.

When the first rays of sunlight at dawn broke through the thick smoke, the fire in the Rhaenys Hill was finally under control.

Orion landed on the charred square, Hovenders's long beard drooped, panting tiredly. Serena jumped off Sarafathers' back, her sapphire dragon scales were stained black by the soot, and Serena's face was also stained with black ash, but her eyes were still sharp.

"We could have done better," Orion whispered.

Serena did not answer, but looked in the direction of the Black Palace. The fastest raven had already flown to Dragon's Nest City, and it would bring Igor's wrath within a day: "The situation is still under control."

Serena said in a deep voice: "Igor did not fail to anticipate this situation."

Dragon Nest City, Silver Blood Tower.

Igor Varese put down the letter in his hand.

After three of the fastest ravens died, the letter finally arrived in Igor's hands within a day.

His movements were so gentle that the parchment recording the tragedy of King's Landing did not even make the slightest sound. However, the servants all took a half step back at the same time - they knew this kind of silence. Just like the Bronze Fury always pauses for a moment before tearing its prey apart.

"Thirty well-trained armored crossbowmen, twenty armored Essos swordsmen, and dozens of soldiers from the Marseilles and Stokeworths?" His voice seemed to come from far away. "Dozens of cans of wildfire and false dragon crystals set Rhaenys Hill on fire and destroyed the superstructure of the dragon's lair. They also stole two dragon eggs?"

Each word was like a Valyrian needle piercing the air. The maester's throat moved, but no sound came out. Igor slowly raised his head, and his purple pupils shrank into two thin lines - just like the eyes of those ancient dragon kings before they conquered each other.

"It's my problem," he whispered, a storm surging in his purple eyes, like a clown watching his own play being found with countless loopholes.

He originally thought that this was a controllable game - let the opposition surface, and then catch them all in one fell swoop - Lingol was the most suitable bait. Even if they failed to assassinate Lingol, they could still survive in time, hide the core personnel in the deepest place, and abandon most of the members who were actually useless, so that they could survive while meeting the needs of both parties at the same time. In more extreme cases, they would go all out to assassinate multiple times, create chaos and seize benefits - but this was too dangerous. Igor arranged two dragon riders who could control adult dragons in King's Landing, and the king was on their side. The illegitimate dragon rider could not even touch the dragon without permission. But those people were crazier and more reckless than he imagined. The dissatisfaction with the Varese family within King's Landing also exceeded Igor's expectations. They didn't care about guest rights.

They don't care about the common people of King's Landing.

They don't care about the sacred oath.

They don't even care about their own lives.

Someone leaked Brynden's magic, blinding his vision, and someone modified the training time so that Aegor, who had always been rebellious, could come into contact with his dragon - this did not escape the eyes of Vareses's spies, but they did not take it seriously, thinking that it was a normal time coordination.

They took advantage of Varese's plan.

Igor took a deep breath. He was not frustrated, but angry that he did not do things perfectly.

The Silver Dragons have been preparing for this day for more than ten years. If we count from the first time the Dragon Chasers appeared in Volantis, they have been keeping an eye on this group of people for decades.

It's time to take a bow.

"Has it started yet?"

Sebastian Varese came in with a half-opened copy of The Fall of Libertyburg tucked between his fingers. The cuffs of his white robe were stained with ink, and his silver hair was tied loosely behind his head. He looked like he had just been hastily summoned from the library in Laurel Tower.

It wasn't until he saw his cousin whose expression was like the frost north of the Great Wall that he understood what had happened.

The sound of the book falling to the ground awakened the frozen air. "It seems that," he bent down to pick up the book, his long eyelashes covering his suddenly cold eyes, "someone has forgotten the most ancient commandment of the Valyrians - 'Do not disturb a sleeping dragon.'"

Igor finally moved. He walked to the window, and the moonlight stretched his figure into a silhouette like a javelin. "I underestimated their madness, and overestimated my ability to control the overall situation."

“No.” Sebastian picked up a chess piece on the obsidian table—an obsidian dragon egg. “You overestimate human nature, cousin. You overestimate their stability.” The sudden action of crushing the chess piece was in stark contrast to his elegant appearance. “Where are we going now?”

"King's Landing."

Igor turned and walked towards the Dragon Cave Tower.

"Is this the ship you're looking for?" Desiris looked at the fat merchant ship on the sea and asked Balmy beside him with some confusion: "Why don't you find a fast ship? And why take the water route? Shouldn't we go directly to Harrenhal?"

"Fool, Harrenhal is too conspicuous, and the clipper ship is too obvious." Balmy stared at the dragon egg in Desilis's arms and cursed, "Only merchant ships are safe. Do you really think those guys can succeed? Why don't you hurry back to Volantis?"

"Right."

The dragon chaser murmured.

(End of this chapter)