Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 391 Red Grassland: Battle of the True Dragon
The sky over the red grassland is burning.

When Wormithor spread out his giant wings that looked like molten gold stained with dust, a shadow covered half of the battlefield. This oldest and largest dragon was too big and too slow, and each flap of its wings was as heavy as the movement of a mountain. Korax was the first to avoid its sharp edge, and the scarlet dragon shadow circled to the side like a ghost. Young dragons all knew this, and once they were caught by Wormithor, they could never break free.

However, the Varese family sent eight giant dragons into the battlefield, and the five dragons of the Black Fire side had no way to escape.

Vermithor was just the slowest of them all.

The first to rush into the sky battlefield were Centroros, Bloodeye and Vermax. Prince Aerion poured his anger on the two little dragons. He wanted to confront the sheep thieves head-on, but was persuaded by Brynden.

The bastard being shot down by the bastard who was loyal to the royal family was a great redemption for the image of the royal family, so Bloody Eye continued to fight with the sheep thief. Centroros rushed towards Jade Olins.

Jade Olins's emerald scales sparkled in the sun, like a moving emerald waterfall. The ferocious dragon opened its bloody mouth and spewed out flames that dyed the sky emerald. However, Centrolos dodged sideways in an almost elegant manner. The vein-like lines on the dark green scales shone slightly, refracting the dragon flames into countless tiny sparks.

"Dracarys!" Aegon Sunfyre roared, lashing the dragon whip in his hand at the side of Jade Olins' neck. The Emerald Dragon swooped down, its claws going straight for Cendroth's eyes. Aegon knew very well how terrifying this dragon was. Cendroth was not only bigger than Jade Olins, but also had more combat experience, ferocity, and the power of dragon flames and claws than Jade Olins - he witnessed how brutally and decisively Cendroth shot down Sea Smoke.

No matter how ferocious Jed Orlins was, he could not compare to this beast that had fought for so many years in a wild foreign land.

Dan Varese chuckled, as if he could read Aegon Sunfyre's fear, and he gently pulled the dragon rope. Centroros suddenly folded its wings and fell vertically like a stone. At the moment of hitting the ground, its butterfly-like wing membranes suddenly spread out, and the airflow it created uprooted the tall grass on the ground. Jade Olins's claws missed, exposing his soft belly instead.

Centrolos's counterattack was faster than lightning in the Stormlands. Its crocodile-like head snapped upwards, and its sharp fangs pierced through Jade Olins's left wing membrane. The green dragon let out a piercing roar, followed by the claws of the beast in the forest, which mercilessly left a huge wound on Jade Olins's membrane wing. Aegon raised his dragon whip again, but was hit by a ball of sticky green fire sprayed by Centrolos. Aegon watched in horror as the broken dragon whip burned in his hand, and the whip ropes woven with the hair of ninety-nine virgins instantly turned to ashes.

Fear welled up in his heart again.

How did I tame Jade Orinth? Was it my blood that made it pity me? Or was it the dragon whip that did the trick?

he does not know.

But the threat of the ferocious beasts in the forest was right in front of him, and he was in chaos.

In his panic, he could not hear the voice of Jade Orinth. When Aegon came to his senses, he heard the voice of Jade Orinth again.

He only heard the screams of the beast under his crotch. Centroros left bloody wounds on Jade Orinth, making the green dragon bloody and mad with pain. The dragon could not maintain its balance, and Aegon was almost thrown out with it. The saddle straps of the dragon saddle almost strangled him to death before Aegon's body was stabilized.

"No!" Aegon's scream had not yet ended, and Jade Orinth had already fallen into madness. Without the control of the dragon whip and the guidance of the rider, the Emerald Dragon twisted its body violently, but Centrolos seized the opportunity and slapped it on the side of the head with a claw. The force was so great that even the soldiers on the battlefield far below could hear the dull sound of the skull breaking.

Then, Cendros' tail hammer whistled and slammed heavily on Jade Olins' body like a giant's war hammer. The Emerald Dragon let out a heart-wrenching wail, and what it spewed out was no longer dragon flames, but boiling blood rain mixed with internal organs. It spasmed and fell from the sky, its wing membrane flapping weakly like a broken sail. Cendros had no intention of letting Jade Olins go. Its sharp claws and dragon flames rained down on the green dragon's body like raindrops, dismembering the emerald dragon in the air.

At the last moment, Aegon Sunfyre tried to cut the straps of the dragon saddle to escape, but Cendroth, who had torn open Jade Olins' spine, impatiently bit the upper body, chewed it a few times, and spit it out with a little disgust. The son of Melar screamed inhumanly, watching his lower body still on the dragon saddle, while his shattered upper body fell to the ground. His last glance was at Cendroth's cold, reptilian pupils.

When Jade Olins's body hit the ground, dust rose hundreds of feet high. Emerald scales flew everywhere, like a strange rain of gems. Centroros slowly landed beside the body, flipped the opponent that had given it a lot of fun with his front paws, and let out a deafening roar after confirming the death. The sound did not sound like a declaration of victory, but rather like some ancient war song from the dense forest of Sothoryos.

The soldiers watching the battle below were completely silent. Several archers from the Reach couldn't help but draw seven-pointed stars on their chests. Even the veterans of the Northern Territory who had been through many battles turned pale - they had seen countless deaths, but had never seen such a brutal dragon battle.

"Gods be to you," a young attendant shuddered, "that's not a dragon at all."

The old soldier slapped him on the back of the head. "Shut up, kid. Unless you want it to hear you."

"Cendros, take off and help His Highness Ilion."

Still unsatisfied, Centrolos spread its wings and flew high again, this time its target was the two little dragons.

Prince Aerion could taste the blood in his mouth. The dark green scales of Vermax glowed like old bark in the sunset, and every flap of the old dragon's wings was accompanied by thunder. But at this moment, it was being attacked from both sides by two young dragons - Gerorion of Tristan Sand was breathing flames in front, and Igris of Doran Sand was waiting behind.

Womacks is fierce enough and big enough.

The two little dragons couldn't do anything to it.

But there was nothing he could do about them for the time being, and Womax had to devote his energy to protecting Ilion, which made this dragon fight quite cautious.

The three of them seemed to be unaware of the situation on other battlefields.

The two young dragons attacked again. Gerorion's dragon flame and attack were neutralized by the stronger dragon flame. Igris took the opportunity to fight with Vermax.

No matter the cost, even if it means leaving behind a single dragon.

As long as he could entangle Vermax, Gerorion would have the opportunity to directly attack the rider himself. A dragon without a rider was like a carriage without a horse, so there was no need to worry.

At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened.

The figure of Cendros suddenly jumped out from the clouds. The dark green scales reflected a strange luster, and the huge antlers were stained with the blood of Jade Olins. Dan Vareses didn't even give any orders, and his dragon rushed towards Igris like an arrow.

Doran Sand only had time to let out a scream. Centroros's crocodile-like dragon mouth bit Igris's neck accurately, and the sound of the dragon's teeth piercing the scales made everyone who heard it feel cold. The young dragon struggled frantically, but was hit hard on the spine by the butterfly-shaped tail hammer. With a tooth-grinding bone cracking sound, Igris fell like a puppet with broken strings, and Doran's screams stopped abruptly in mid-air - he was cut in half by Vermax, and the huge dragon's teeth tore the young man's body apart, and his internal organs rained down on the grassland that had been dyed red.

Trystan's face turned pale instantly. Gerorion blew out a last burst of dragon flames to try to cover his retreat, but was evaded by Centroros. The dark green dragon's sharp claws left deep scars on Gerorion's flank, and boiling dragon blood poured down like a waterfall.

"Run!" Tristan roared heartbreakingly, and Gerorion fled southward in a crooked manner, with dragon blood leaving a long trail behind him.

When preparing to chase.

An earth-shattering roar attracted Dan and Ilion.

The main battlefield is about to decide the winner. Centroros let out a joyful cry, Dan smiled bitterly and shook his head, spreading his hands, and the ferocious beast in the forest immediately rushed towards the main battlefield. Ilion glanced at Gerorion who had already entered the clouds. The dragon that was severely injured by Centroros would hardly survive.

So there was no need for Gerorion to chase after him. The key was to kill the sheep thief and Koraxhu - unfortunately Koraxhu died.

Ilion thought with some sadness.

The main battlefield.

Korakshu's scarlet dragon scales looked like blood-stained flags under the sunlight and flames. It flapped its wings and spun high, with dragon flames gushing out, but it was already in a desperate situation.

The first to fight the bloodworms was Hovenders. The wings of this light-colored dragon were as brilliant as a rainbow, and its long beard fluttered in the wind, like some mythical creature from the East. Its dragon flames were blazing and swift, constantly cutting into Korakshu's flight path, preventing Korakshu from flying to other directions. Daemon Blackfire tightly grasped the Blackfire Sword, his purple eyes cold, he knew that Hovenders was not the main force to attack him, but to block him.

He had already failed. From the moment he failed to kill Ringol, Brynden and Daeron on the road to Dragonpit and King's Landing, all his plans had failed. The difference was how to fail more gracefully and whether he could rely on luck to turn the tables.

What if the heir and head of the Varese family were killed?
What if we can win over the illegitimate dragon knight and the royal family?
What if there are still many lords loyal to Aegon throughout the country?

What if the gods and luck are on Blackfire's side?

Unfortunately, there is no such thing as a one-time event in reality.

"Dracarys!" Rhaegon Varezes roared from the flank, and the golden dragon flames spewed out by the Golden King were like molten suns, heading straight for Korakshu's right wing. The scarlet dragon suddenly flipped sideways, and the flames brushed across its scales, only burning a small piece of dragon skin, but Daemon could still smell the burnt stench of burning flesh.

Just then, the tentacles of the burning fire attacked.

Baelor did not order the dragon to attack, but instead let the gray dragon stretch out twelve thick tentacles, which coiled around Korakshu's limbs and neck like a giant python. Two of the tentacles even went straight for Daemon himself, trying to tear him off the dragon saddle.

"Get out of the way!" Daemon swung the Blackfire Sword. He wanted to cut off the tentacles of the Glowfire, but he could only let the slippery tentacles dodge flexibly. Sometimes he could cut those tentacles, but even the Valyrian steel sword could only leave a shallow scar on those tentacles, causing the Glowfire to roar in pain. The sticky dragon blood splashed on his face. He seemed unable to feel the high temperature of the dragon blood and continued to help Korakshu break free from the restraints. Korakshu roared and tore at the restraints. The dragon claws and sharp teeth fought back frantically, but there were too many tentacles. They entangled the dragon's wings, restricting its flight, and even tightened Korakshu's throat, making it difficult for it to spit out dragon flames. Hovenders seized the opportunity and swooped down, with his dragon claws going straight for Korakshu's eyes.

The scarlet dragon shook its head violently, barely avoiding the fatal blow, but Hovenders's claws still scratched its cheek, tearing a deep wound that could be seen to the bone. Dragon blood fell like rain, and the soldiers below screamed and dodged, fearing that they would be burned by the scalding liquid.

The Golden King attacked again, and this time, its flames hit Korakshu's side. The flames rolled over the dragon saddle on the dragon's back like a wave, and the dragon scales blocked the deadly flames, but the high temperature - a real dragon is not afraid of high temperatures - at least the temperature of the Golden King's flames is no problem, Daemon Blackfyre's face has a few more charred spots, but he was not seriously injured.

Daemon felt the dragon trembling in pain under him. Korakshu's roar was no longer a threat, but a whine. It struggled and rolled, trying to shake off the tentacles, but the burning fire entangled it tightly. Hovenders and the Golden King took turns to attack, and the dragon flames and claws tore its flesh alternately.

And then——the sky seemed to tremble.

Vermithor is here.

The bronze old dragon approached slowly but inexorably, its wingspan covering the sky and its eyes like cold steel. Korakshuu tried to escape, but the tentacles still bound it, and Hovenders and the Golden King blocked it on both sides.

Wormithor opened his huge mouth and dragon flame poured out like a flood.

Korakhu tried his best to turn sideways, but half of his body was still engulfed by the flames. The scarlet scales peeled off under the high temperature, the flesh was charred, and the edges of the dragon wings even began to burn, but Korakhu still tried his best to stand up the scales, enduring the pain of the dragon scales being burned by the old dragon's flames, which were so hot that even giant dragons could not resist them, to protect Daemon from the erosion of the dragon flames. Daemon's cloak caught fire, and he gritted his teeth and tore off the laces, letting the burning cloth fall to the ground.

"Retreat!" he roared, and Korakshu struggled desperately to break free from the tentacles of the Burning Fire - even the Burning Fire could not withstand the dragon fire of Womisoor, and it retracted its tentacles one by one as soon as Womisoor's dragon fire hit Korakshu, giving Korakshu a chance to escape.

Korakshu's painful roar could be heard clearly throughout the grassland, and it was also the death horn of the Blackfire Rebellion.

Almost at the same time, Ambrose Butterwell cut off Blackfyre's flag and led his reserves to charge from the high ground. Caught off guard, Earl Bracken, who was defeated and preparing to regroup, was shot to death in the half-man-high grass while roaring.

The Blackfyre Rebellion collapsed completely.

The dragon's mouth of Wormisol closed, taking away one of Korakshu's legs.

Although the scarlet dragon was also getting old, it was still swift, at least swifter than Wormisol. It broke out of the old dragon's flame at the cost of having one of its legs torn off by the old dragon, and fled to the north with scars all over its body.

But the unicorn stopped it.

Benson rode the giant dragon with spiral horns to block Korakshu's retreat. His eyes were full of determination.

"Get out of the way!" Damon roared, "You are also a bastard!"

Benson did not answer, but ordered the unicorn to attack.

Korakshuu did not hesitate, it blew out the last breath of dragon flame, the unicorn dodged nimbly, but the scarlet dragon was no longer able to fight, its flight became staggering, blood continued to flow from the wound. The Golden King, Hovenders and Huohuo had already caught up.

Then, Centrolos rushed to the battlefield roaring.

Fall from the sky.

The dark green dragon glided silently, and its tail hammer fell like a battle axe, hitting Korakshu's head. The sound of the skull breaking was crisp and terrifying, and the scarlet dragon's body stiffened instantly, and then fell like a puppet with its strings cut.

At the last moment, Daemon Blackfyre tried to jump onto the dragon to escape, but the claws of Centros had already reached him and crushed him along with the broken dragon saddle - Dan stopped the tentacles of the Burning Flame. Baelor was a Targaryen and was too closely related to Daemon. If he took action, he would not be able to escape the curse of kinslaying.

The Black Fire Sword fell from the sky and stabbed into the scorched earth of the prairie. The ripples on the sword slowly stopped flowing.

Another battlefield.

The peat-colored body of the sheep thief circled at low altitude, and the fishy wind stirred up by its dragon wings overturned the dry grass on the ground.

Brynden's albino dragon blood eye was suspended opposite it, its pale scales glowing with a sickly luster, interweaving with the bright red patterns, which was particularly strange. Neither dragon attacked immediately, but circled slowly like gladiators, looking for flaws.

"Dead Crow" Aegor grinned: "Your dragon is just like you, half dead."

Iger never regretted anything he had decided on. Just like he had decided to "revolt", he would do it even if he was doomed to fail, because he believed he could have a chance of survival.

Princess Diana of Silver Widow Manor was the key figure in Damon's rebellion. Her ambiguous identity gave Quentin Pol a lot of conveniences, and also sent away Lady Rohanne and Damon's children at a critical moment - the price was that the old princess and Silver Widow Manor were burned to death.

As long as Daemon's offspring are still alive, they have not lost.

Now, there is still a chance.
Brynden did not answer. He stared at his opponent, his blood-eyed eyes slightly lowered his neck, and his dragon pupils shrank into slits.

Suddenly, the sheep thief moved.

The peat-colored dragon swooped down like an arrow, its claws going straight for Bloody Eyes' throat. Bloody Eyes dodged sideways, and the pale dragon's tail whipped at the sheep thief's abdomen like a whip, but the thief rolled away. The two dragons crossed each other, their wings rubbed against each other, and their scales scraped with a harsh sound.

In the second confrontation, Brynden took the initiative.

Bloodeye spurted out a stream of pale dragon flames, but the Sheep Thief suddenly climbed up, and the flames brushed across its lower abdomen, singeing a few scales. Aegor cursed and pulled the dragon rope, and the Sheep Thief immediately turned around and attacked. This time, its claws scratched Bloodeye's right wing, tearing a bloody crack.

"Your dragon is too weak, Brynden!" Aegor laughed wildly and drew his sword.

A cold light flashed in Brynden's eyes. When the two dragons crossed again, he did not dodge, but stood up from the saddle suddenly. At the moment when the two dragons crossed, the distance between Brynden and Aegor was enough to reach each other.

The two men fought hand-to-hand in mid-air.

Aegor's long sword slashed at Brynden's face, and Brynden's sword steadily blocked Aegor's slash, and sparks from the collision of metal splashed on their faces. The Sheep Thief and Bloodeye were still fighting, claws tearing each other, tails sweeping each other, and their riders fought desperately on the backs of the dragons with each staggered fight.

Brynden's sword pierced through the gap in Aegor's armor, and blood immediately dyed the black armor red. Aegor roared, and stabbed Brynden's head with his sword. Brynden barely tilted his head, but the tip of the sword still scratched his eye socket, and the blood immediately blurred his vision.

"How does it feel to be blind?" Iger's expression was ferocious and a little crazy.

Brynden didn't answer, but slashed back with a chop that hit Aegor's breastplate. Aegor roared in pain, staggered backward, and almost fell off the dragon's back.

At this moment, Korakshu's wails resounded throughout the battlefield.

Aegor turned his head sharply, just in time to see the scarlet dragon with one limb broken off being smashed in the head by Centrolos' tail hammer, and Daemon's body falling from the sky. His smile froze.

"Hold!"

Without hesitation, Aegor yanked the sheep thief's reins. The peat-colored dragon immediately gave up the fight, turned sharply into the air, and disappeared into the clouds.

Brynden did not pursue. He covered his bleeding eyes and slowly sat back on Bloody Eye's saddle. The albino dragon roared, blood still dripping from the wound on its wing membrane, but it remained firmly suspended in the air.

"He can't get away," Brynden murmured, his voice as hoarse as rusty iron. "He won't survive the winter."

Bloodeye let out a low whimper.

(End of this chapter)