Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 393 Red Grassland: Aftermath
The Golden King descended like a god from heaven. Each of its scales shone with true golden luster, and when its wings spread out, it cast not a shadow but a flowing golden halo. Regen Vareses sat upright on the dragon saddle, watching Aegor and his dragon in a somewhat playful manner as they were trying to avoid Shayel's poisonous smoke and fire.

Iger pulled the dragon rope without hesitation, even if he might run into the dragon knights of the Vareses family if he turned back, he would run. In his current state, he definitely couldn't fight.

Can only run.

The sheep thief followed the rider's command without hesitation and turned around and ran away. Aegor lay on the dragon's back, with a hint of despair in his heart.

He spat a mouthful of blood and looked back—the Golden King and Sayael were still chasing him. The golden dragon ridden by Regen Vareses was like flowing molten gold, while Sayael ridden by Damion Vareses was like a rouge-colored demon, with scales glowing purple-red like dried blood.

"You're running fast, Aegor!" Regen's voice came along the wind, with a hint of joking, "Why, now that Korak is dead, you're just going to run away with your tail between your legs?"

Aegor grinned and yanked the dragon rope hard. The sheep thief made a sharp turn and swooped down, sliding along the small river surface, creating a large splash of water. Dragon blood spilled and large areas of river water instantly evaporated. "Fuck you, gilded lizard!" he roared, "Daemon is dead, but our war is not over yet!"

The Golden King suddenly accelerated, and dragon flames gushed out.

The sheep thief barely dodged sideways, but the flames still grazed its wing membrane and singed a piece of scale armor. Aegor cursed, but his speed did not slow down.

The Golden King's second breath followed. This time, Aegor barely managed to pull the sheep thief away from the fatal blow, but the golden dragon's claws had already smashed down like a hammer of judgment. The peat-colored dragon's shoulder blade made a teeth-grinding sound, and a piece of scales flew out with blood and flesh.

“Damn Gilded Lizard!”

The sheep thief tried to maintain his balance, but Sayael, who had just disappeared when the Golden King appeared, suddenly emerged from the clouds, and sprayed rouge-colored poisonous fire directly at the unprotected Aegor. The sheep thief did not hesitate, and took the bite of the Golden King, turned sideways, and blocked the poisonous fire with his scales.

The peat-colored old dragon's howl was earth-shaking, and finally, the giant dragon fell powerlessly from the sky.

But the poisonous smoke still passed through the dragon's resistance and headed straight for Aegor. The bastard dragon knight could only untie the saddle straps and let his partner throw him out.

Aegor was thrown out of the dragon saddle and rolled several times before he came to a stop. He struggled to get up, still holding the sword tightly in his hand, but Sayael had already landed in front of him, staring at him with cold dragon eyes. The Golden King followed closely behind him, and he and Sayael pinned the sheep thief to the ground on the left and right.

“Surrender, Aegor,” Rhaegon grinned. “Perhaps the king and my brother will show mercy and only cut off one of your hands.”

Aegor spat out a mouthful of blood foam, his eyes sinister. "Fuck your mercy." He spat, "Targaryen's watchdogs! I'm waiting for the day when you tear the idiot on the Iron Throne into pieces, and I'm waiting for the day when the Targaryens finally realize that you are not dogs, but venomous snakes!"

Damion had been standing aside, watching coldly, but these words made him slowly raise his head.

His deep purple, almost black eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a chilling smile. "Guard dog? Viper?" He repeated softly, the sound like a venomous snake sliding across the sand, "Interesting."

Aegor sneered. "Why, was I wrong? Your family only made their fortune by licking Targaryen's boots—"

Damion suddenly moved.

His movements were so fast that they were almost invisible. A thin scimitar had already been placed against Igor's Adam's apple. The tip of the knife pressed down slightly, and a drop of blood slid down Igor's neck.

"You know what, Aegor?" Damion's voice was terribly soft. "The human throat actually has several layers. If I only cut the first layer, you will suffocate and you will be in pain, but you will not die immediately." He slowly moved the tip of the knife up and pressed against Aegor's jaw. "If I stab in from here, through the root of the tongue, you won't even be able to scream."

Aegor's pupils shrank slightly, but he still refused to admit defeat. "Who are you trying to scare, Necromancer?"

It was no secret that Damion was into necromancy. Damion smiled. "I don't need magic to torture people, because I can't do it." But the best thing about a man is self-knowledge. Damion knew that he had no talent for magic, but apart from the maesters in the Citadel who were well versed in surgical medicine, he was one of the few people who knew the human body best. He put away the lancet that was recast with Valyrian steel and took a step back. "But I suggest you pray that my uncle will take you back to King's Landing now, so that the king or your uncle can judge you, instead of me interrogating you."

Rhaegon whistled. "Wow, Damion, you're giving me goose bumps."

Iger's face finally became a little depressed.

In the end, Aegor was tied up and thrown on the back of the Golden King's dragon.

The sheep thief was too badly injured to fly, so he was dragged back to King's Landing by Sayer and the Golden King with dragon claws. Aegor cursed all the way, from the ancestors of the Vareses family - he even called the wrong names of several heads of the Vareses family, but he didn't dare to curse Longzel, and cursed the legitimacy of Daeron II's throne, but no one paid attention to him.

Until he started scolding the Varese women.

"Are all the women in your family——"

Damion suddenly raised his hand and slashed Aegor's neck with a precise knife.

The traitor's voice suddenly stopped and he fainted.

Lei Geng raised an eyebrow. "I thought you would let him continue talking, and then find a reason to cut him a few times."

Damion wiped the Valyrian steel lancet expressionlessly. "No hurry, uncle," he said softly, "when we get to the dungeons, he'll have plenty of time... to talk."

Blackwater Bay.

Gerorion's dragon blood dyed the waters of Blackwater Bay red.

Trystane made a long detour and finally escaped under the cover of the dark clouds of the Stormlands.

But the dragon couldn't bear it anymore.

Gerorion was teetering in the air, his every flap accompanied by a painful scream. Tristan Sand gripped the dragon rope tightly, his knuckles turning white from the effort. The claw marks left by Centroros extended from Gerorion's flank to his hind legs, and dragon blood continued to drip like a stream, leaving a winding red mark on the sea.

"Hold on... fly a little further..." Tristan gritted his teeth and whispered, but Gerorion's breathing had become heavy and disordered. The dragon's pupils began to dilate, and its flight trajectory was crooked like a drunkard.

Eventually, it crashed on an unnamed island in Blackwater Bay.

The moment the dragon's body hit the beach, Trystane was thrown out of the dragon's saddle and fell heavily among the rocks. He struggled to get up, and there was a sharp pain in his ribs - at least two were broken. But he didn't care about himself, and stumbled towards Gerorion.

"No... no..." He stroked the dragon's neck with trembling hands, but the young dragon's scales had lost their luster. Gerorion's pupils dilated, and he let out a last weak whimper in his throat, and then he was completely still.

The dragon is dead.

(End of this chapter)