Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 437 Crushing Battle
"No, Duncan, I'll go!"

Hoffa jumped up from the bed, cold sweat soaking his silk nightgown. His fingers scratched his chest unconsciously, as if there was still the burning sensation of the hot dragon blood in his dream. "It will be more convincing if I go!"

"Hoffa, slow down!" Duncan followed anxiously.

"Father!" Hoffa rushed into Igor's room barefoot, his voice hoarse, "I saw a peat-colored dragon falling from the sky!"

Igor immediately stood up from his desk. He was only wearing a dark purple robe, and was obviously getting ready for bed. His eyes were as sharp as a knife at that moment, and he grabbed his son's trembling wrist: "Details, Hoffa. Is there a rider on the dragon's back? Which direction did it fall?"

Hoffa's purple eyes trembled violently, and his silver hair stuck to his pale cheeks: "I can't see clearly. There is only blood. A lot of blood is gushing out of the dragon's body."

The Dragon King frowned. He knew too well the predictive ability in Varese's bloodline - it might come from the Dragon Dream talent of the Targaryen family. He himself had the Dragon Dream talent, but unfortunately, after his grandfather passed away, without external intervention, he had not had a prophetic dream for a long time.

"Aslan!" Igor signaled to the servant to call Aslan over.

Soon, footsteps were heard outside the door. Aslan Varese ran to Igor's room with sleepy eyes and knocked gently on the door. He tamed Igarath, who was brought back to Dragon's Nest City, not long after Maggie tamed Dawn. Of course, this was with the king's consent. Although Targaryen treasured those big dragons, compared with winning over Varese and the current situation of Targaryen's sparse population, it was not a loss to give up a dragon that was not under control.

"Catch up with them." Igor said seriously, "Hoffa dreamed that the sheep thieves fell. Tell Joniel and them to protect Meka."

Aslan's pupils suddenly contracted. Without asking any more questions, he immediately rushed towards the Dragon Cave Tower. When he turned around and jumped onto the dragon saddle, Igaras had already spread his huge light yellow dragon wings.

In the morning mist, Jonil Varese was slowly wiping the saddle chain of Sunbow with a whetstone. The young dragon rider was meticulous in his movements, and the cold temperament of his Stark blood made him look much more stable than his actual age.

"If you ask me -" Luthris suddenly rushed from behind, almost knocking Jonnell into the feed trough, "We should put some laxatives in the wine of that grumpy Meka! It's because he called us the 'nanny group' again yesterday!"

Sneerol squatted beside the fire and silently turned the roasted rabbit meat. He just shook his head when he heard this. He was always frugal with words, but at this moment he was a little amused, not sure if it was because of Lusiris's "humor" or Meka's stubbornness.

"Stop it." Jonniel held his uncle's head with his backhand. "We are going to attack Hedge Castle today. Those 'knights' have hidden at least thirty crossbows. There are even scorpion crossbows looted from the lord."

Meka's voice suddenly interrupted with his usual sarcasm: "What, is the precious dragon knight of the Varese family afraid of crossbows?" The sheep thief exhaled sulfurous breath behind him, and his peat-colored scales looked like rusty armor in the morning light.

Just as Lusiris was about to retort, there was a sound of breaking air in the sky. The wind wave brought by the dive of Igaras overturned half of the camp, and Aslan almost rolled off the dragon's back: "Stop! Stop!"

The four of them put their hands on the hilts of their swords at the same time.

"Hoffa's dragon dream." Aslan panted. Igaras flew slowly to begin with, and flying at full speed made both the dragon and the man exhausted. "The sheep thief will be hit by an arrow and fall, with blood spurting from his neck. Igor requires you to change your tactics and fight at high altitude."

Jonniel's eyes froze instantly. He turned to Meka and said, "Meka, listen, fight at high altitude. No discussion."

"Bullshit!" Meka kicked the bucket over. "Only a low-altitude surprise attack can ensure complete annihilation!"

Lusiris's face was rarely gloomy, and his purple eyes under his silver hair flashed dangerously: "The Dragon Dream talent is a gift given to us by our ancestors. Even if it is vague, we must pay attention to it. Grandfather relied on Igor's Dragon Dream to help the family avoid many detours."

Senelor suddenly stood up and silently stood between Maekar and the dragon saddle. This action was more powerful than any words.

Meka looked around at the three of them and suddenly sneered: "Okay, then let's take a look at you bunch of charlatans——"

Aslan suddenly reached out and pressed his hand to his chest. "This is not an order, Maekar Targaryen. This is a request for your safety, my dear nephew."

Four dragon riders surrounded him, as if if Maekar disagreed, two dragons would immediately pin down the sheep thief and prevent him from even going up to the sky. Maekar had no choice but to compromise. The morning breeze blew away the last of the mist, and the shadows of the five dragons were cast towards the burning hedge castle. The ominous omen in Hoffa's dream was now hanging over the hearts of every dragon rider like a dark cloud.

After explaining everything, Aslan rode away from the camp with a worried look on his face. Four dragon riders were already overkill. If there was one more, the military rations would not be enough.

At noon, the attack began.

Four giant dragons circled over the burning castle, and the strong winds from their wings tore the black smoke into hideous pythons. Jonniel narrowed his eyes, and the dark scales of the dragons shone with a metallic luster in the sun.

"According to the plan." He gestured to Lusiris and Seneoer, "Burn the east wall and the west gate."

Lusiris grinned, and Yuewu rolled gracefully to the side, with the dark green dragon wings almost brushing the castle spire. "Watch me!"

Seneoel did not respond, but Serelis's bright red dragon body had already swooped down, and dragon flames poured like a waterfall into the gap in the city wall that Riwei had blasted open.

Maekar rode on the sheep thief's back, his fingers unconsciously stroking the old dragon's scales. Hoffa's prophetic dream was like a thorn in his heart, but his pride made him unwilling to admit his uneasiness.

"Gao Fei?" He sneered and patted the sheep thief's thick neck. "Let's show them what real dragon flame is."

The leader of the Hedge Knights was a down-and-out knight who called himself "Old Wood". At this moment, this old knight who had participated in the Blackfyre Rebellion was waving his mace frantically: "Shoot! Shoot! Shoot down those lizards flying in the sky!"

Most of his men were bankrupt knights and mercenaries, and their equipment was far better than that of ordinary bandits. Thirty heavy crossbows were set up in arrow slits throughout the castle, and the poisoned arrows glowed green in the sun.

"Captain!" A mercenary with a scar on his face suddenly pointed to the sky, "That peat-colored dragon is about to swoop down!"

The sheep thief did dive, but he remained more than a hundred feet above the ground, far beyond the range of the crossbow. Maekar, despite his words of disdain, obeyed the warning. The old dragon's flames poured down on the roof of the keep like magma, melting the stone battlements in an instant.

"Damn it!" Old Wood kicked over a trembling crossbowman, "Use the scorpion crossbow! Aim at that old dragon, damn it, that's Lord Aegor's dragon!"

Jonniel keenly noticed the reflection of the tower on the west side of the castle, which was the cold light of metal equipment.

"Luciris! Tower!" he shouted.

Yuewu immediately turned around, and the dark green dragon body rushed towards the tower like an arrow. Lusiris could even see the frightened expression of the bandit operating the crossbow. The next second, the dragon flame turned the entire tower into a torch.

Seneoer remained silent, but every dive of Serelis was extremely accurate. The red dragon's flames specifically targeted the weak points of the castle's defenses, and soon forced the "Knights" to the central courtyard.

Meka finally couldn't hold back any longer, and the sheep thief swooped over the courtyard, and his dragon wings smashed the fountain statue directly. The scattered rubble knocked down more than a dozen bandits like shotgun shells.

"Meka! Altitude!" Jonniel roared.

Meka curled his lips and could only increase the altitude again.

The sheep thief quickly flew Meka higher and higher, out of the height where he might be shot.

(End of this chapter)