Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 380 We Lost the Three-Headed Dragon

"Ringol, my son is dead."

These were the first words Irion spoke as he entered the Red Keep.

This made the atmosphere in the throne room instantly quiet. The shadow of the Iron Throne was like a crouching dragon, and the sharp sword blades reflected the solemn faces of the people. The war had begun, and one of their own dragon knights had already fallen. This was not a good sign.

Aerion Targaryen stood before Ringol. The roar of Vermax came from the walls of the Red Keep. His dark green scales gleamed with a copper-green light in the sun, like burning copper coins. His knuckles were clenched white, and murderous intent surged in his purple eyes. "I will burn Aegor to death with my own hands."

Megen said tiredly, "We need time, brother. Womax and Galesos need to rest."

"Aerion, we are now discussing how to burn Aegor to death." Ringol stopped Aerion's anger. His fingers traced the winding Blackwater River on the parchment, and the ring of the Prime Minister shone coldly in the candlelight. His eyes swept over the dragon knights present - the silver-haired Vareses, the purple-eyed Targaryen, the silent Brynden - every face was reflected in the dancing firelight.

"Damon has three dragons," he said in a deep voice, "Koraxiu, Sheep Thief, and Jade Olins. And we—"

"There are twenty." Igor took over his father's words, tapping the table with his fingertips. He looked at Aerion apologetically, "Nineteen, maybe eighteen, but not all of them can be put into battle immediately. Not all of them can act together. Just like the Dance with the Dragons, war is not just a game of counting dragons. The rebellions that Daemon has raised also need to be dealt with."

Daeron II sat on the Iron Throne, and the storm clouds roared in the courtyard, as if sensing the will of his master. The king tapped the hilt of his sword with his fingers, and the spikes of black iron and pure steel were as cold as fangs in his palm.

"Korakshuu must die, or at least become a wild dragon." He said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "That old dragon is our biggest threat. Lord Rey is old, and the Shadow Nightmare can't be deployed at any time. Wormisoar..."

"Womisol is too old and can't catch up with the bloodworms." Igor was a little helpless.

Ringol said: "Star Song and Storm Cloud will stay in King's Landing, Dawn and Silver Wing will stay in Tyrosh to monitor the Narrow Sea, Shadow Nightmare and Sky Blaze will stay in Dragon's Nest, Golden King and Sunshine will be in charge of the Eastern Army, Hovenders and Shayel will be in charge of the Central Army, Sarafathers and Reyels will be in charge of the Western Army, Vermisor, Vermax, Vasolial, Blood Eyes and Unicorn will patrol the country to find traces of traitors, and support the armies of the Riverlands, the North and the Valley at any time, as well as the three armies heading north, Gelesos and the White Queen will be in charge of the Western Territory. If traitors are found, make sure to have more than four dragons to deal with them. The dragon riders of the Vareses family will carry the signal horn left by their grandfather and keep in touch at any time. The 55,000 Eastern Army will deter the Stormlands and sweep away the rebels in the Stormlands and the Crown."

The Prime Minister did not pause. Several rebellious castles in the royal territory had been dealt with by the angry dragon knights. Stokeworth Castle was now a melting scorched earth, and the new owner of Cape Marseilles offered the heads of the old owner's entire family.

Two ancient families became history - Daeron wanted to forgive them after they surrendered, but the women of the Stokeworth family set fire to the castle in fear, and the main branch of the Marseille family was killed by the side branch - they claimed that the main branch committed suicide - only the Seven Gods knew whether it was true or not.

"The central army is responsible for the riverlands and cooperates with the northern army. Duke Creggan has summoned 40,000 winter wolves, who have assembled in Barrowton and are heading south to the Neck. The western army is responsible for the river bay and the western border, cutting off the escape route for the traitors. All the armies have only one goal, which is to concentrate all the rebels in the same place." Ringol pointed to that place - a vast grassland.

"Is the Westerland sending only one dragon?" asked Maegon.

"Gailin and Benson need a chance to prove their loyalty," Igor responded with a smile.

"The two giant dragons of the Western Army will support you at any time." Lingol pointed at the map.

Benson stood in the corner with his arms folded. His eyes swept across the crowd, finally stopping at Darren and Igor. "You don't trust me."

Brynden's raven landed on his shoulder. "Trust is a luxury, brother."

The candles in the throne room flickered suddenly, and a cold wind rushed in through the open window.

Benson suddenly pulled out a dagger and stuck it on the table. "I can leave now and join Damon." Daeron smiled. "Then why are you still here?"

Benson closed his mouth.

Just at this time,
Captain Jello of the Dragon Guard stumbled into the throne room, "Your Majesty, Prime Minister, something terrible has happened."

Igor covered his face with an expression of "as expected". The dragon cave was in such chaos that night, and the entire dragon cave was almost in ruins. How could there not be any problems? Moreover, the original owner of the dragon cave was nowhere to be seen, and the dragons in the dragon cave must be in chaos. Many dragon guards were also killed. Orion was still in the dragon cave to put out the fire and settle down.

The Dragon Guard Commander knelt on one knee in the center of the throne room, his armor stained with dragon dung and ashes. His voice was hoarse, as if his throat was damaged by the smoke.

"Your Majesty, the dragon is lost."

Daeron II's fingers tightened slightly as the spikes of the Iron Throne pierced his palms. A trickle of blood dripped along the black steel, but the king did not seem to feel the pain.

“Speak clearly.”

Jello looked up, the flickering candlelight reflected in his eyes. "After Korakshuu left, Dreamfire took over the dragon cave. But it was too old and too lazy..." He swallowed, "Igris, Gerorion, and Igarath - three adult dragons, are missing. We didn't notice that Igarath's cave was burned through by it. At first we thought it was deep in the cave, but we didn't expect it to walk outside."

The hall was dead silent.

Igaras.

The name made Ringol's pupils shrink suddenly. That pale yellow behemoth was once the mount of Viserys I. Dragon flames can easily melt steel and rock. It must be this wild dragon that kept melting the underground rock layers and finally drilled through the dragon's lair under the eyes of the dragon guards. If it fell into Daemon's hands...

Brynden's eyes rolled back instantly, and a broken picture appeared in his green vision - a pale yellow dragon flew over the dense forest, and the storm was affecting its direction...

"We can't let Daemon know that the dragon is lost." He hissed, "He knows the value of every dragon. Igarath is in the Stormlands. It was born in Dragon's Nest and will return to the dragon's lair in Dragon's Nest."

"I will ask my mother and aunt to intercept Igaras," Igor said, "They will not sit idly by and watch the dragon leave."

The meeting ended quickly.

The roars of the dragons soon resounded throughout the sky above King's Landing.

One dragon after another took off and flew in different directions.

The dragon hunt has begun.

(End of this chapter)