Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.
Chapter 388 Appearances of All Living Beings
Chapter 388 Appearances of All Living Beings
Dan achieved his goal.
After shooting down Haiyan, Damon was left with only five dragon riders. Except for the two small dragons and Korakshu himself, the other two of the five dragons were seriously injured.
They could only retreat to the wilderness meadow, to the grave that Igor had chosen for them.
Unfortunately, due to Daeron’s kindness and negligence, Silver Widow Manor was burned down on the night of the Dragon’s Lair Incident, and Daemon’s wife and children escaped from the clutches of the silver dragon.
You shouldn’t, you really shouldn’t.
There are often three battlefields in war: the battlefield of soldiers, the battlefield of politicians - and the battlefield of civilians struggling to survive.
The armies of red dragons, black dragons and silver dragons are traveling everywhere, and the ranger princes are also traveling everywhere. This title once belonged to the respected prince of the capital, the prodigal prince Daemon Targaryen, and now it belongs to Baelor Targaryen, the "one who should have been king."
The morning mist in the North Reach was filled with the smell of rotting flesh.
Baelor Targaryen held the reins of the Fire, and the gray dragon lowered its head, with its twelve tentacles curled unconsciously. They had just passed a burned village, and a rusty plow was inserted diagonally between the charred beams - the iron plowshare was melted into a twisted sculpture by the dragon's flames.
The old woman huddled in the ruins, holding the charred body of a child in her arms. Her eyes had long been dry, but her voice cut like a blunt knife. "Sir, are you here to set the fire too?"
This was the battlefield of Daemon's guerrilla warfare. Before Baelor arrived here, several nearby villages were repeatedly fought over by the rebels who called themselves "Black Rose" and the coalition forces of the Florent and Fossoway families, until Daemon and others defeated the coalition forces with dragon fire and evacuated before the arrival of the dragon led by Dan.
Baylor's throat tightened. "I'm here to stop this violence."
The old woman smiled hollowly. "The last dragon rider said the same thing." She pointed to a half-broken wall in the distance, on which was nailed the body of a boy wearing a broken iron helmet. "In the end, he burned my grandson to death."
The firefly suddenly roared, and its gray wings trembled slightly. Beile followed its gaze and saw three soldiers from an unknown family or rebels chasing a peasant woman in the wheat field.
"No! Please--" The woman's scream stopped abruptly.
Beile jumped onto the dragon's back faster than he could think. The twelve tentacles of the burning fire were like giant pythons coming out of a cave, instantly wrapping around the waists and abdomens of the two fleeing soldiers. The third man turned around to escape, but the gray-white dragon flames had already swallowed him up - there were no screams, only the crackling sound of burning fat.
The rescued peasant woman slumped on the ground, staring blankly at the enemy who had turned into charcoal. "You... which prince are you?"
"It doesn't matter." Baelor turned his head away, and the tentacles of the Burning Fire were grinding the other two into pulp. "Go to Brightwater in the west. The Tyrell army is there."
Beile left the village in the North Reach.
The stained windows of the Monastery of the Seven Gods were shattered, and the monks' robes were stained with mud and blood.
The Riverlands were the most severely ravaged. Before the fall of Sea Smoke, at least three small-scale dragon battles took place in the southern Riverlands. The Northern-Riverlands coalition and the Central Army strangled the rebels who had lost their foundation - they were numerous, but they had lost their courage.
"You call this justice?" The one-armed monk pointed to the pile of corpses in the courtyard - both rebels and civilians. "Your dragon killed twenty robbers, but burned the entire barn! Do you know that the barn is the only place that can barely accommodate the poor people when the robbers come? You let five children suffocate to death in the wheat pile!"
Baelor clenched his fists behind his back. He remembered the battle: the tentacles of the fire entangling the marauding rebels, and the dragon's flames igniting the dry straw. A child's cough came from the gray smoke, and when he rushed in, only a charred little hand was left sticking out of the straw.
Beile's hard-heartedness, which he had cultivated for so many years in Sothoryos, Ashai, and Yidi, almost collapsed.
"I'll make it up to you." His voice was as dry as sand.
"Using gold dragons to buy lives?" The monk's old eyes flickered like candlelight in the shadows. "Daemon Blackfyre's people are also paying compensation, buying food from farmers to feed his dragons. The Prime Minister's son is also paying compensation, buying sons from farmers and craftsmen to fight in the war, but the dragons burn the wheat, and winter is not over yet. Golden dragons cannot be eaten. Your Highness, the army that passed through here is as large as tens of thousands, and they ate up all the food - but what can the children eat?"
The fire suddenly used its tentacles to roll up something - half a piece of burnt bread with teeth marks on it. Beile remembered Dan's words: "Hungry peasants don't care whether the throne is a dragon or a dog."
After leaving the temple that sheltered two villages - the Blackwood family would destroy the temple, but they actually only targeted the temple in Bracken, plus the intentional restraint after joining the coalition, and Rickon Stark's order, the temple was still very safe. Baelor continued to go north, and the war brought another dirty deal to the riverlands.
Six mercenaries were putting the captured girl into an iron cage. Next to the cage was a pile of parchment with a red background and a black three-headed dragon seal. The bald man in the lead was still laughing: "Send it to Lord Rostan, he can reward us-"
The tentacles of the burning fire descended like a punishment from heaven.
Belle coldly let the gray dragon attack freely. Its tentacles pierced the mercenary's chest, and the dragon's flames melted the iron cage into molten iron, but it did not hurt any of the girls. When the last mercenary was hung upside down and torn in half, the girls huddled behind the rocks and trembled.
"You are free." Beile threw down the purse, but found that his hands were shaking.
The looks in these girls are familiar.
They were afraid of their own dragons. Their hometown might be destroyed by a dragon or by the soldiers who followed that dragon. Beile knew very well that if the dragons did not follow the army, the army's discipline would be like a whore with its legs spread open. If the dragons followed, it would be better. If dragons fought each other, then regardless of whether any dragons fell or not, the aftermath of their dragon flames would cause unimaginable disasters.
The oldest girl suddenly grabbed a piece of gravel and threw it at him. "What's the difference between you and them?" She screamed, tears mixed with blood, "You are all monsters!"
The fire made a low hum of grievance, and its tentacles tried to approach to comfort them, but they frightened the girls and made them scream and retreat. Beile looked at their backs as they fled into the wilderness, and suddenly understood the empty look in the old woman's eyes.
Baylor sighed and continued north.
In a half-burned village, the smoke from cooking fires was as thin as the breath of a dying man.
Beile sat by the dry well at the entrance of the village to rest, while the gray body of the dragon was perched on the distant hill, with twelve tentacles unconsciously caressing the scorched earth. The villagers hid behind the half-collapsed houses and watched, their eyes more scorching than the dragon flames.
He was asking how so many buildings could be destroyed when the fighting had clearly not reached this place.
He looked at the watchtower outside the village which had become a ruin.
An old farmer with missing front teeth was the first to summon up the courage. His rough fingers drew crooked lines on the ground. "There were three dragons fighting in the sky that day, sir. The white one was like a big snake, and the muddy one had its heart ripped out from behind."
"Perch's neck is broken," interrupted the miller's daughter, whose arm was wrapped in bloody sackcloth. "It's the way we kill geese at home, snap—"
Baelor dug his nails into his palms. The only thing that Varys liked that was somewhat inconsistent with his shyness was to show off the serpentine grace of the Amber Shadow.
The dusty monk poked the charcoal ash on the ground with his wooden staff. "Haiyan died a more tragic death. That dark green monster—" He glimpsed Beile's silver hair and the dragon in the distance, and changed his words, "Prince Dan's dragon, picked it up with his horns and threw it into the wheat field. Silver scales fell like rain, and the dragon's blood fermented the soil. Seven Gods, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that I actually witnessed the fall of the dragon."
A familiar-looking girl suddenly spat. "Now they are all heading to the prairie." She wrapped the borrowed coarse cloth cloak tightly, which was still stained with the rust of the iron cage. "Daemon, oh, His Majesty Daemon's black dragon flag, His Majesty Daeron's red dragon flag, the Prime Minister's silver dragon flag, the Duke's trout, and your dragons - all go there to bite each other!"
The fire suddenly raised its head, and its tentacles pointed eastward like sharp swords. Beile looked in that direction and saw an unusual red cloud rising on the horizon - it didn't look like a sunset glow, but more like a torrent of countless torches, and also a bit like the blood flowing in the world.
"How long ago was that?" he said hoarsely.
"Two days." The old farmer wiped the pattern on the ground with his foot. "No one dared to light a fire these days. Everywhere there were masters and peasants with weapons, some came alone, and some came in groups."
When Beile stood up, the tentacles of the gray dragon had already wrapped around his waist. The girl suddenly rushed over and stuffed a piece of hot coarse bread into his hands. "Take it with you." She looked stubborn, "Remember to come back and pay off the rest of the debt."
Beile recognized the girl, a young girl he had rescued. This might be her relative, or it might just be a place for her to rest.
When the fire rose to the sky, Baelor looked back at the village for the last time. In the smoke, he vaguely saw Varys's shyness when he rode the Amber Shadow, which caused Aerion to curse, and heard Rehoja's arrogant words at the banquet. Now they have all become stories in the mouths of the peasants, and he is flying to a bigger slaughterhouse.
(End of this chapter)
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