Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 383: The Disaster at Lannisport
In the rugged mountains at the border of the Riverlands and the Westerlands, Daemon Blackfyre stood in front of a hidden cave, with the scarlet Korakshu crouching behind him, its dragon pupils glowing in the darkness.

Rehogar Targaryen slid down from Seasmoke's back, his gray-white dragon scales still carrying the salty smell of the Oldtown sea breeze, and his brother Baelon followed closely behind, glancing around with some curiosity.

"You're later than expected." Damon's voice was calm, as if he had known that they would join him.

"That stubborn old man is dead, so I can put his dragon to good use." Lei Huojia panted, "Seven layers of hell, but I don't know the way. Brother Damon, this time we can have a big fight."

"of course."

At this moment, footsteps were heard from deep in the cave. Brothers Tristan Sand and Doran Sand came out, their faces were tired and exhausted, but their eyes were shining with excitement.

“Sir,” Trystane knelt on one knee, “our men have seen two dragons.”

Damon's purple eyes narrowed slightly. "Two dragons?"

"According to the intelligence, they recognized Gerorion and Igris, who were in the mountains to the south." Doran added, "Gerorion's wings were injured, and Igris...it has been hungry for a long time."

Daemon didn't expect it to go so smoothly. "Very good." He turned to Rehogar, "Take Baelon to find Aegor and Aegon and tell them that the plan has been advanced."

On the golden plains outside Lannisport, the smell of iron and blood filled the wind.

The rebels gathered faster than Damon had imagined, so fast that when he woke up, he saw a huge army outside Lannisport. As soon as the news of the royal family sending out dragons came, that army was enough to threaten Lannister itself.

Damon Lannister's golden sword gleamed in the sun as he stood in front of the battle line, his eyes sweeping across the Reyes family's formation. The red lion banner fluttered in the wind, and the rebels' heavy cavalry had already formed a wedge formation, with spears like a forest.

"Archers, get ready!" the gray lion growled.

The sound of bowstrings in the west was like thunder before a rainstorm, and a black rain of arrows rose into the sky, blocking out the sunlight. The rebels immediately raised their shield wall, but dozens of people still fell down screaming.

"Charge! For Casterly Rock!"

The torrents of golden and red lions collided in the center of the plain. The sound of steel clashing, the neighing of horses, and the wails of the dying intertwined into a melody of death. Damon's blade cut the throat of a Reyes knight, and hot blood splattered on his golden lion breastplate.

"The left wing is about to collapse!" Earl Craig's voice came from the melee.

Damon turned his head and looked—the rebel heavy cavalry had circled to the flank, and the westerly spearmen were in disarray.

At this moment, a dragon roar was heard from the sky.

The purple-gold dragon shadow of Galesos tore through the clouds, and Prince Maegon stood on the dragon's back, with the chains clanging in the wind. The flames spewed by the dragon were like the whip of the gods, plowing a burning ravine in the rebel camp.

"Long live Targaryen!" The cheers of the westerly soldiers had just sounded when they were drowned out by another dragon's roar.

The White Queen swooped down from the south, Galen clinging to the dragon's neck, his silver armor blinding like stars in the sun. The White Queen's breath swept over the rebels, splitting the rebel infantry in two.

Under the red lion helmet of Count Reyes, his face changed drastically. "Disperse! Disperse—"

His orders came to an abrupt end. Galesos's dragon claws smashed down on the rebel command platform like a war hammer, splattering wood chips and flesh.

Just as the balance of victory tipped, shadow descended again.

The peat-colored body of the sheep thief suddenly emerged from the clouds.

Another shameful sneak attack.

The White Queen immediately turned to meet the attack, but Jade Orlins' green breath suddenly hit her from the side!

"Be careful!" Maegon's warning was a step too late. The emerald dragon flame hit the White Queen's right wing, and the snow-white scales suddenly turned black and rolled up. Garin pulled the dragon rope desperately, but the White Queen still rolled in the air in pain.

"Traitor!" Garin roared and controlled the reins. Jade Olins took the opportunity to pounce on Lannisport, directly spewing out high-temperature flames. The docks of Lannisport were instantly engulfed in flames. Merchant ships, warehouses, and even the sea water were burning, and thick smoke rose like a giant curtain, covering the entire battlefield.

Garethos wanted to rescue him, but the sheep thief who attacked again suddenly jumped out from the clouds and hit Garethos' side hard. Megen was almost thrown off the dragon saddle, and the purple-gold dragon let out a painful roar.

"Surprise, old man?"

But the two dragons did not fight to the end because the vigilant sheep thief sensed something ominous.

We can't fight too long, Igor and his men will join the battlefield at any time.

The next moment, the sheep thief scurried into the thick smoke like a mouse. The two dragons, taking cover from the smoke from the burning Lannisport, disappeared at the junction of the sea and the sky in the blink of an eye.

Maegon now understood some of the things about the Dance with the Dragons that were not so easy to understand—especially now that they were without Dragonzel.

A huge cave in the mountains.

It is impossible that the two young dragons traveled across the entire continent without leaving any traces, but what can ultimately be found is their final resting place.

"We have to hurry. They left too many traces. The usurpers will be able to find us soon." Damon said in a deep voice.

The two Shad nodded. Expanding the number of dragon riders at all costs was now the top priority for Daemon and his men besides guerrilla warfare. Regardless of whether the two Shads were the illegitimate children of Jacaerys Vareses, their Valyrian bloodline was unquestionable.

Gerorion's dark golden dragon eyes burned in the darkness, and there was an unhealed tear on its wings, but this did not reduce its ferocity at all.

Daemon Blackfyre stood in the shadow of Korakshu's dragon wings, the tip of his Blackfyre sword gently touching the ground, his purple eyes fixed on the unruly dragon. Tristan Sand walked forward slowly, with no weapon in his hand, only a piece of bloody raw meat - he cut it from his own arm.

"Lykirī (calm)..." Trystane's voice was low and steady, and his pronunciation of Valyrian was surprisingly pure.

Gerorion's nostrils twitched as he smelled the scent of blood. He growled and the scales on his dragon neck stood up slightly, but he did not attack immediately.

Doran Sand approached from the other side, and like his brother, he cut off his own flesh and blood and offered it to the hungry Aegis as if as a sacrifice.

“Dohaerās (obedience)…”

The dragon's head slowly lowered, its dark golden eyes fixed on the two brothers. Daemon's fingertips unconsciously stroked the hilt of the Blackfire Sword - he knew that the silver dragon blood of the two brothers was fake, but now it was obvious that even the hungry Igris did not attack him because of Doran's flesh and blood, but instead relaxed his vigilance against him.

This can only mean one thing, that the bloodline of these two brothers is very pure. Whose blood is flowing in their veins?

Igarath's roar shattered the waves of Cape Wrath.

This yellowish, sturdy dragon had just bitten a sperm whale, its teeth sinking deep into the blubber. The blood dyed the sea red, attracting schools of white sharks.

It was at this time that Jacaris Varese appeared.

Kong Yi's light blue body swooped down like lightning, and its spiked dragon claws directly grabbed Igaras' short and thick neck. The dragon angrily let go of its prey, turned its head and spewed out blazing dragon flames, but its neck was too short to reach Kong Yi.

"Sōvēs! (Rise!)" Jakaris pulled the dragon rope, and the spikes of the void pierced deeply into Igaras's flesh.

Igaras struggled to be dragged out of the sea, and dragon blood fell like rain. When it was finally exhausted, Kong Yi finally let go of the dragon. As if recognizing Kong Yi, Igaras opened his heavy dragon wings with a resentful look on his face and stared at the hedgehog dragon.

"I'm sorry, but I know you can't finish eating, so I have to do this, my dear child," Jacaerys said with a smile, "Let's go home."

(End of this chapter)