Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 389 Red Grassland: The Dragon Arrives
The prairie sky was torn apart.

Five huge shadows passed through the clouds. The strong wind raised by the dragon wings blew up the dust. The war horses neighed and stood up. The soldiers looked up one after another, and the dragon shadows that covered the sky and the sun were reflected in their pupils.

Korakshu was the first to swoop down. His scarlet scales looked like blood-stained steel in the sun. Dragon flames spurted out and exploded in the air, like a red sky. The scarlet snake-like dragon roared and bathed in flames. Daemon Blackfyre sat on the dragon saddle, holding the Blackfyre sword high. His purple eyes were as cold as a blade. The flames made the light on the Blackfyre sword flicker, and the steel armor seemed to be coated with a layer of red flames. "For the real dragon! For the orthodox Targaryen!" His roar echoed on the battlefield, and the rebels burst into thunderous cheers.

The pupils of Lord Bracken suddenly contracted, and his fingers pinched unconsciously into his palms. The cloak with the horse emblem billowed in the wind. He looked at the scarlet dragon shadow of Korakshuu, and a hideous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "It's finally here..." he murmured in a low voice. Lord Osher Bracken suddenly drew out his sword, raised it above his head, and roared: "Long live the Blackfire!" His voice aroused a war cry in the formation, and the soldiers raised their spears in response. There was no hesitation in his eyes, only the enthusiasm for revenge - the blood debt of the Blackwood family must be repaid. The thousand-year feud between Bracken and Blackwood reached its peak at the moment when Stonehedge was burned to ruins. The huge Bracken family now has only two people left.

Those damn crows didn't even spare the illegitimate child.

The sheep thief followed closely behind, his peat-colored body skimming along the ground, and Aegor Riverwen grinned, the dragon-winged horse emblem on his black armor ferociously. But Aegor's eyebrows were still furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

Jed Orinth swooped down from the sky, his emerald dragon scales flashing with eerie light, but Aegon Sunfyre had the same gloomy expression as Aegor. The dragon whip in his hand was already broken, but he still carefully held the snake whip that was said to have magic.

Gerorion and Igris circled on the flanks, emitting piercing screams.

Harlon Peck grinned. He didn't care about the succession to the throne. The Peck family had lost everything because of the succession. He only cared about the spoils now. No matter winning or losing, as long as he could get enough spoils, it would be a win for Peck, who had nothing to lose. The Peck family now had three branches. Harlon and Galwen from the East Continent stood on the side of Black Fire, or his side. The main branch was in the West Route Army, standing on the side of the Silver Dragon. "Dragon Flame leads the way, and we harvest," he shouted to his men behind him, "After today, we will be the new nobles!"

The morale of the Blackfyre Army soared instantly. The soldiers raised their weapons high and shouted like a tide - "Long live Blackfyre! Long live the Righteous King!"

After being driven away for such a long time, many of them saw a dragon for the first time, and many of them had followed the dragon and dealt a severe blow to the army supporting the royal family, so they were naturally fanatical.

But there were also those who witnessed the fall of the dragon, and the horror of the royal dragons flying across the sky.

They have lost confidence.

Count Ambrose Butterwell gently stroked the gilded dagger at his waist. Several vassals of the Butterwell family protected the wealthy nobleman who briefly served as chancellor of the finances.

The situation is already a dead end for Blackfyre, and Earl Butterwell is one of the few great nobles who support Blackfyre.

Hey, almost nothing.

The Brackens lost their castle, and the Darrys' castle could be captured at any time. Lucas Rothstein's entire family was here, but his huge city had already changed hands. There were not many nobles from other regions except for the great nobles in the East Riverlands, several earls and the crownland, and the small nobles who were driven out of the North River Reach. The only noble who arrived here alive in the West was Earl Marbrand - he was deceived by his heir, the fool who was obsessed with knight literature actually believed the stupid words of Quentyn Pol, and actually fooled his father who supported King Aegon, and ended up losing most of his family. There was only Peake, who had nothing left, in the West River Reach and the South River Reach. There was no one in the Stormlands. There were a few guys who came from Dorne who were not sure if they were nobles, and there was no one in the North. The Arryn family in Gulltown in the Vale was dead. The Arryn family didn't kill them because of their relatives.

But this time it was the Royce family that came
"If Damon wins, I'll be the hero," he thought, "If he loses, or... I'll have a way too."

The Bartwell family relies on the milk trade and is one of the richest families in Damon's camp. Whitewall City provides Damon with a large amount of funds and food.

He also provided 3,000 soldiers and horses. And because the princes of Donghejian avoided fighting, his troops were not lost.

the other side.

The huge steel wings of Vermithor blocked out the sun.

When the oldest and largest dragon at the time flew low over the battlefield, the soldiers loyal to the royal family couldn't help but look up and hold their breath. Every flap of its wings stirred up a strong wind, as if the sky itself was breathing. When it flew over the earth, it was like a towering mountain moving in the sky. Then, the gorgeous figure of Hovenders tore through the clouds, and Orion Vareses sat on the dragon's back, with the Blood Knight's sword shining coldly in the sun.

Next came Bloodeye, who had a hideous scar on his chest, Sendroth, whose roar frightened everyone, Sayer, with a dangerous light flashing at the corner of his mouth, and the unicorn followed carefully behind Womax.

"The dragon is coming!" someone shouted.

Next came the mount of the Golden King, Regen Vareses. The flames of the golden dragon drew a dazzling arc in the air. The soldiers' fear instantly turned into a fanatical war cry, and the sound of spears, swords and shields hitting each other rolled across the grassland like thunder.

One by one, giant dragons descended among the people who supported the royal family.

Regen Varese landed beside Igor on the Golden King, took off his helmet, revealing his silver hair and playful smile. "It seems that Daemon has finally come out of his rat hole?" Igor snorted, "I hope his sword is harder than his mouth. Besides, you are late, uncle." Igor raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Princess Elena was reluctant to let you go?"

Regen laughed and punched his nephew on the shoulder armor. "Bullshit! I have to keep the East Army stationed. Don't worry, the Stag of the Stormlands remains loyal."

The knights around burst into laughter, and their tense nerves relaxed a little.

Dan Vareses came over and patted Sendroth's neck. The dragon's tail club swung gently, as if showing off its strength. Regen whistled, "It seems that Sothoryos's food is good? You monster is bigger than the last time we met."

Dan grinned. "It's not full yet."

The knights around laughed, and someone shouted: "How many dragons will Lord Dan kill today?"

"All of them." Dan answered lazily, and Centrolos cooperated by exhaling a breath with the fragrance of leaves, as if mocking the enemy's weakness.

"Long live Centrolos!" The Northerner smashed the ground with his battle axe.

"Long live Varese!" The knights of the borderland raised their swords.

Even the usually silent Knight of the Valley whispered: "That thing is not a dragon at all, it is the Stranger's sickle."

Benson stood aside, silent. His unicorn growled uneasily, and his illegitimate identity was like a yoke pressing on him. But when he looked at the battlefield, his eyes gradually became firm. He suddenly knew what he should do.

He once thought about betrayal and whether he should give up the principles he upheld.

But now, he understood.

Not tolerance, but recognition.

Vareses actually recognized him, just like Garin, who had already turned to the Silver Dragon. But he wanted more.

"Today," he whispered to himself, "I will make them remember me."

He turned over and rode on the unicorn. The giant dragon with a spiral horn growled uneasily.

"Benson?" Igor noticed his movements. "Where are you going?"

"I will lead the dragon battle today." Benson's voice was soft but firm, "I want to prove my bloodline and loyalty."

Lei Geng raised his eyebrows and pulled Benson off the dragon saddle. Just as the unicorn was about to show its teeth, it saw the Golden King who was eyeing it covetously.

"What a good dragon." Reagan said with satisfaction, using High Valyrian to signal the unicorn to calm down.

"Everyone can see your loyalty, Benson." Igor smiled and comforted Benson. He gently hit Benson's chest armor and said, "Now is not the time for a decisive battle, Benson, don't worry."

Igor's voice suddenly became serious.

"You have your key battlefield."

(End of this chapter)