Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 43 Knighthood
The dragon's flames are always the most convincing weapon on the battlefield. None of the warships of the Kingdom of the Three Daughters escaped and were all buried in the sea of ​​fire. The entire sea area was boiling under the burning of the dragon, so that the Varese family's own fleet had to leave that sea area quickly.

The dragon slowly descended. The warship with three hundred oars could not bear the physique of Bronze Fury. It stretched out its neck so that Longzel could climb down from its head. Longzel carefully unfastened the buckle of the dragon saddle, slowly climbed over the thick, spurred neck of Wormisol, gently stroked its head several times, and then jumped down from its head and landed steadily on the deck of the Azure Sea Serpent.

The battle just now left the deck of the ship with many holes, but it still remained basically intact. Gunthor Jieyan knelt on one knee and touched his chest with his hand: "Your Highness, I am fortunate to have fulfilled my mission. Captain Miles and his grandson Samwell both performed outstandingly in this battle, so I ask you to grant them a gift."

Longzel looked at Samwell, who had just rushed over from another ship and had not had time to put on his clothes, and Miles Stone, who looked terrified. Samwell was a thin, tall boy who looked only about seventeen or eighteen years old. He had a lot of acne on his face. Although his upper body was not strong, he had clear muscle lines. His short blond hair was very neat. It can be seen that if he was well groomed, he would be a handsome guy.

Longzel smiled: "It is the tradition of our family that merit must be rewarded. Captain Miles, Samwell, in the name of the Royal Prince Longzel of the Vareses family, I order you to kneel down."

Miles' eyes widened suddenly, and seeing that his grandson hadn't reacted yet, he quickly raised his leg and kicked his stupid grandson, then pulled him to kneel in front of Longzel.

"Captain Miles, you led your own ship to fight for the Varese family and made outstanding contributions in this battle. If I remember correctly, Lord Sea Snake has already canonized you."

"Yes, Your Highness." Miles did not dare to look up: "Lord Sea Snake canonized me as a knight when I was nineteen, but did not grant me land or salary."

"I give you the name Hermosa, which means ship in Old Valyrian. Ser Miles Hermosa, do you accept the name I give you?"

"This is my greatest honor, Your Highness." Miles instantly burst into tears.

A brand new surname not only represents that they have truly entered the ranks of the nobility, but more importantly, it represents that they can openly establish a family line without the identity of illegitimate children, and truly no longer be discriminated against by the mainstream aristocratic group.

"Samwell of the Hermosa family." Longzel pulled out the Silver Blood and gently placed the sword on his right shoulder. Longzel was so careful because the Silver Blood would cut Samwell's skin if he was not careful.

"In the name of a warrior I ask you to be brave."

Samwell looked at Longzel with surprise and even forgot to lower his head.

Longzel smiled and moved the sword to his left shoulder.

"I ask you for justice in the name of the Father."

The sword returns to the right shoulder.

"In the name of the Virgin Mary I ask you to protect the weak and the innocent."

The silver blood gently tapped the boy's left shoulder.

"In the name of the maiden I ask you to protect all women."

"In the name of the blacksmith, I demand that you swing your sword against all enemies."

"In the name of the old woman, I ask you to always remain wise."

"In the name of the Stranger I ask you to bring death to the wicked and the enemies."

Seven consecutive strikes, the Seven Gods bless you. "I knight you, Ser Samwell of House Hermosa. Your bravery proves your ability. Sam the Battleaxe, the people of Dorne should tremble at your name."

Samwell stared blankly at Longzel jumping gracefully onto the dragon head of Wormithor, who lowered his head again, and carefully climbed back into the dragon saddle.

He didn't even notice the envious looks from others.

The only thing left in my mind was: "I became a knight?"

It was not until the voice of "Tomahawk" Sam rose and fell and finally formed a wave that woke him up. Then he saw his grandfather with tears in his eyes and Gunthor Jieyan with an excited face.

"Congratulations, Little Sam. When you get back, go directly to Lord Lin En. He will arrange for you to follow His Highness. Work hard. I have high hopes for you, Little Sam."

"what?"

Meanwhile, at Storm's End.

Lord Bermond Baratheon sat in a chair with a thick bearskin rug over his lap, while his son, the irascible Borros Baratheon, was walking slowly around the hall.

"Boros, stop turning. I feel dizzy."

"Father, that little prince didn't even call us when he attacked the Dornish. I admit that his territory is a royal fiefdom, but his territory is in the Stormlands. He should at least tell us. Could it be that he thought Baratheon would be a coward if he attacked the Dornish?"

"Foolish." Beaumond looked at his son with some regret. "If it was only Prince Longzel who took the Dondarrion family and the families of the Borderlands to take revenge, then we can explain it as revenge for the invasion of the Weir family. But if the Baratheons sent troops, it would be another Dornish war. His Majesty the King will not allow such a thing to happen."

"But it has already happened!" Borros walked quickly to his father and shouted, "The Dornish War has already begun. Dorne is in civil war. The Yronwood family is fighting the Fowler family. The Dayne family is keeping their troops on standby. The Weynes, the Tollans, the Ullers, and the Jordaynes are all heading north to fight the young prince. Our people have already entered the territory of the Dornish bitch and have established a firm foothold. Father, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for revenge. Moreover, there are two dragon riders on our side, which is even more powerful than the previous times..."

"It is precisely because we did not end up like this and the Martell family also maintained restraint that things did not get out of hand." Beaumond said seriously. "Once the Baratheon family joins the war as the Duke of Stormlands, the Martell family will have an excuse to integrate Dorne, and we will be trapped in the quagmire of the war of conquest."

"That won't work, okay, I'll go alone without an army, right? Oh, I have four girls." Borros left his father behind. "I'll take them all with me, father, and you can't stop me this time. At worst, I'll pretend to be a hedge knight, and we can't fight Dorne without me."

"Do you really think no one recognizes your face?" Beaumond laughed angrily. "The heir to Stormland pretending to be a hedge knight to join the war is also an excuse, idiot. And what are you doing with your daughters? Do you want them to climb into the bed of the prince? Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy. The prince and the prince are both unmarried. Wouldn't the Baratheons be a good match?"

Boros clenched his fists.

Dorne, dragon.

He wants it all.

He believed he could get them all.

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