Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 386 The Essence of Guerrilla Warfare
The wheat fields of the Riverlands were burning.

Daemon Blackfyre stood under the dragon wings of Korakshu, his scarlet scales reflecting the firelight in the distance. He glanced across the map and pointed his finger at the grassland where the Riverlands and the Reach met.

"Igor wants to force us to the vast plain for a decisive battle. The terrain there is open and suitable for large armies and dragons." He whispered, "We have no choice, but we will not do as he wishes."

"You mean guerrilla warfare?" Tristane suddenly smiled.

Aegor Rivers grinned, the sheep thief's peat-colored body almost invisible in the twilight. "Guerrilla warfare? I like that."

Rehogar Targaryen gently stroked the silver-gray scales of Sea Smoke and said excitedly: "We need to let their dragons see that we are everywhere, but they can't find us anywhere."

"That's right." Daemon's finger slid across the map. "Harlon Peck and Clan Flowers have already tied down the main force of Leo the Thorn in the North River Bay. Now, we have to make Igor's dragon knights run for their lives."

Aegon Sunfyre wiped the blood from his dragon whip, and the emerald Jade Orinth growled behind him. "The Tyrells' army is too scattered. We can defeat them one by one."

"Then let's begin." Daemon climbed onto the dragon, the Blackfire Sword humming in its sheath. "Let them have a taste of dragon flame."

The central army was slowly moving northwards. They destroyed several castles and villages of the traitors, making these small nobles deeply understand what a sacred oath was.

Orion Varese smelled sulfur in the air.

He yanked Hovenders's reins, and the dragon immediately turned sharply to the side. The next second, a scarlet dragon flame brushed past the wing membrane, burning a dozen infantrymen below.

"Koraxu!" Orion roared, and Hovenders immediately spit out rainbow-like dragon flames to fight back.

But Damon had already flown into the sky on his dragon and disappeared into the clouds.

"Disperse!" Damion's voice came from the right. Sayer's rouge dragon body swept across the battlefield like a ghost, and the poisonous dragon flame enveloped a group of rebel cavalry that were attacking. In the purple-red smoke, the enemies fell one after another, their skin festering and their eyeballs melting.

"They're playing tricks on us! This is the third time!" Orion cursed. Hovenders breathed out dragon flames again, but the sheep thief suddenly rushed out of the river mist, and his peat-colored dragon claws went straight for Sayer's neck.

Damion urgently pulled up, and spurted out poisonous purple-red dragon flames. The sheep thief could only flap his wings to disperse the dragon flames.

“Damn—”

At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened.

Dan Varese's laughter came from the clouds.

"A traitor who betrays his oath is indeed a traitor! Are you still only good at sneak attacks?"

The dark green dragon body of Cendros smashed into the battlefield like a meteorite, and the butterfly-shaped tail club of its tail fiercely slashed at the sheep thief. Aegor dodged hastily, but several scales were still cut off, and peat-colored dragon blood spilled on the wheat field.

The ferocious Sendroth immediately stretched out his claws and grabbed the sheep thief's body. The cunning old dragon also stretched out his claws, but it was not as agile as Sendroth. It was scratched with a big wound in just a few strokes. Sendroth was not feeling well either. The sheep thief was also cruel and cunning. It kept trying to bite the throat of the beast in the forest, and the beast in the forest also bit it back.

The frenzied forest beast nearly bit the peat-colored dragon's eye.

"Dan!" Aegor recognized the dragon rider and his dragon. When Aegon III was still alive, he introduced the dragons of the Vareses family to his sons who became dragon riders. "Is your old crocodile still alive?" Dan did not answer, but patted the neck of Centrolos. A blazing dark green light shone deep in the dragon's throat. The next moment, dark green dragon flames gushed out, and the flames were mixed with the echo of death, covering the entire battlefield.

The sheep thief roared in pain, and the dragon flame of Cendros, which was second only to that of Igarath among the dragons, almost instantly made the sheep thief's scales crackle. Aegor cursed and pulled the dragon rope, and the peat-colored dragon stumbled away from the sea of ​​fire.

"Chase!" Dan was about to ride his dragon to chase, when the blood crow Brynden's white crow suddenly landed on the dragon horn of Centros.

"Wait." The Blood Raven's one eye looked to the north. "Korakshu and Jade Olins are flanking the Tyrell infantry."

Damion had already taken Sayare into the air, the purple-red dragon body looming in the poisonous smoke. "Let's go support Leo."

Orion's Hovenders growled and spread his broad dragon wings. "Damon wants to separate us. All actions must be coordinated."

"As ordered!"

Korakshuu's scarlet dragon flame ignited the Golden Rose Banner.

Daemon sat on his dragon saddle, watching the Tyrell army below him being routed. Jade Orinth's emerald flames flanked the flanks, turning the entire wheat field into a sea of ​​fire.

"My lord!" Tristan Sand swooped down on Gerorion, "Cendros and Bloodeye are approaching! Their support is coming!"

Damon narrowed his eyes. On the distant skyline, the dark green dragon and the albino blood-eye were flying at full speed, and in the distance, the shadows of Hovenders and Shayel were clearly visible.

"Retreat." He ordered decisively, "Retreat according to the plan."

Aegon looked unwillingly at the Tyrell army that was struggling to reorganize. Leo Tyrell was a man of talent. Even though his army had been scared away by the dragon and fled in all directions, the duke still regrouped with the help of several nobles. At least their cavalry regrouped and resisted the rebels' attack with a counter-charge, pushing the rebels back like a retrograde wave. But in the end, he pulled the reins and swung the broken dragon whip. Jade Orinth roared and flew into the air, and the emerald dragon shadow flew towards the Red Mountains.

Doran Sand's Igris spewed out a final blast of dragon flame to cover him, then followed Korakshuu and disappeared into the clouds.

When Dan's Cendroth landed on the battlefield, Daemon's dragons were long gone.

"Running away again?" Orion landed beside him, his black armor covered in soot.

Dan jumped off the dragon's back, and the scales of Centros were still emitting residual heat. "They won't keep running away." He picked up the half-burned golden rose flag, "Damon is stalling for time, waiting for more rebels to gather and consume us..."

Brynden's ravens landed on the scorched earth, pecking at the eyeballs of a corpse. "Harlon Peake of the Reach has captured three castles along the Mead River. But their reign is about to end, and Lord Rowan has retaken two of them."

"None of this matters now, Bran." Dan's eyes flashed coldly, "What matters now is that we have found Daemon's trail."

Dan blew the dragon horn for the message.

But before the dragon arrives, they still have one chance. If they board the dragon and chase now, they can use Brynden's magic to catch up with Daemon and others.

(End of this chapter)