Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 89 The Day the Dragon Fell
Vhagar felt the arrival of his own kind. Although the old dragon was very old, he could still clearly recognize the same kind he had seen before, especially the familiar one that made him frightened and the little crunchy ones who took advantage of that guy's prestige to spoil his fun.

The dragon slowly looked over. If it hadn't already had a master, it would have spit fire at him. But now it could only stare at Arax viciously, and let out a roar that made the whole castle tremble. Arax shrank his neck in fear, but still stared back. After all, he heard the roar of Vermithor every day in Dragon's Nest. The roar of that dragon when protecting its food was much more terrifying than that of Vhagar. Luthris touched Arax's neck, signaling it not to be afraid. Then he walked straight to the guards of Storm's End.

"I come on behalf of Queen Rhaenyra I of House Targaryen to deliver a letter to Lord Borros on behalf of Her Majesty," Lucerys said in a loud voice.

The two retainers of the Baratheon family looked at each other, nodded, and led Xiaolu into the hall of Storm's End. The castle has an extremely huge hall. Legend has it that in the ancient Dawn Age, the first Storm King "God Sees Sorrow" Durren fell in love with the daughter of the sea god and the storm goddess, Yini, but her sacred parents were very angry about this marriage. At Durren's wedding, the storm goddess controlled lightning, wind and rain. The sea god raised thousands of feet high waves and destroyed Durren's castle. Durren's family and guests who attended the wedding were all buried in the sea. Only Durren himself survived under the protection of Yini's magic.

The angry Durren declared war on the two gods at the location of Storm's End today. He stubbornly built six castles on the original site, but all of them were destroyed by the storm until the seventh one.

Legend has it that the children of the rainforest and Brandon the Builder, who was still a little boy, wove magic into this newly built castle, so the thickest part of the wall is 100 feet high and 40 feet thick, and the thickness on the sea side is 80 feet. The majestic castle, which is 150 feet above sea level, stands here forever. No matter how the storm in Shipbreaker Bay roars, the castle still stands. Legend has it that Durran ruled the Stormlands for a full thousand years here, and founded the proud Durrandon family, which ruled the Stormlands until Aegon came riding a dragon.

In the last storm, "Proud" Argilac died heroically under the sword of Orys Baratheon. The first Hand of the King married his only daughter, inherited his family castle and emblem, as well as the blood of the Storm King. Since then, the Baratheon family of Storm's End has become one of the most successful new nobles since Aegon's conquest.

As soon as Lucerys walked into the empty, cold hall, which was full of torches, he saw everything he didn't want to see. Lord Borros Baratheon sat on the ancient throne of the Storm King, looking expressionlessly at the wet path. His maester and four black-haired daughters stood aside, while Prince Aemond smiled and stood beside one of the black-haired girls. The prince's only remaining eye was slightly narrowed, but Lucerys could feel the strong malice in Aemond's eyes.

"Prince Lucerys, welcome." Borros Baratheon sat on the throne without moving. "I want to know why you are here, and I need to apologize to you." He glanced at Prince Aemond beside him. "The storm came suddenly, and Storm's End can't welcome you with a banquet or a tournament like it did for Prince Aemond, Prince Lucerys."

"My lord, my strong nephew may need to dry his wet clothes before attending your banquet." Prince Aemond said with a smile, his one eye looked up and down at Xiaolu's wet clothes, and the corners of his mouth grinned even wider. "Look at you, poor little thing, are you wet in the rain? Or did you pee your pants because of fear?"

Lucerys ignored Prince Aemond and carefully took out the letter from his arms. "Lord Borros, I come on behalf of my mother, Queen Rhaenyra of the Targaryen family."

Before he finished speaking, Aemond's voice rang out again: "Dragonstone bitch, vile usurper." He took a few steps forward. "Aegon II, who was crowned in King's Landing, is the rightful king."

"Go back!" Boros on the throne shouted, calling the guards to separate the two princes. Luciris extended his hand expressionlessly and handed the letter to the retainer knight of the Baratheon family.

The knight took a few steps and handed the letter to Duke Boros, who was clenching his teeth. The Duke was obviously suppressing some emotions, but he never showed it. However, the Duke could not suppress the fact that he was illiterate.

Boros opened the wax seal and pretended to look at it for a while. His eyes suddenly turned to the bachelor beside him. The bachelor hurriedly trotted to the Duke and whispered the contents of the note.

"In the name of Queen Rhaenyra of the Targaryen family, King of the Andals, the First Men, and the Rhoynar, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, I hope you will abide by the oath you made before the late king and me, and defend my sacred and inviolable rights. Let the usurper pay the price he deserves."

Boros frowned slightly. A vow? That was the vow his father made. Twenty-four years had passed, and he had even forgotten whether he had made the vow, let alone the benefits.
But there was a problem. Since Luthris dared to come to Storm's End alone, it meant that Rhaenyra had the confidence. Why would he agree to her request? Could it be... Boros paused as he twisted his beard. He thought of a name.

Ronzel Varese.

Could it be that he was on Rhaenyra's side? That would be a big problem. Dragon's Nest was so close to Storm's End that a dragon could fly there with just a flap of its wings. Dragon's Nest had three dragons that could fight, while the dragon on the Iron Throne at King's Landing only had four dragons that could fight on paper. One was far away in Oldtown, and the knight of one was not a warrior at all.
Duke Boros suddenly shuddered and carefully handed the letter to the bachelor. His attitude became better. "Prince, if I am willing to stand on the Queen's side."

"The bitch from Dragonstone," Aemond corrected, "as long as my brother is on the Iron Throne, she will never be a shitty queen." The one-eyed prince saw Borros's hesitation, but there was nothing he could do. If Otto could not bring back the hundreds of warships and tens of thousands of troops he claimed from the East Continent, and if the southern army could not march into the Horn Hill as soon as possible, then if the three dragons, even if only Wormithor, went north to fight, the Green Party would be powerless to fight back.

Borros frowned and glared at Aemond. "My prince, I mean no offense, but Rhaenyra has also completed the coronation ceremony, and she is indeed the heir appointed by King Viserys. Even though I do not approve of a woman sitting on the throne calling me like her hound, I cannot disrespect a queen who has already been crowned."

The rude duke was surprisingly calm at this moment. He said as gently as possible: "Prince Lusilis, I have four daughters. I wonder which one you can marry?"

Lucerys frowned. He was prepared for this situation. "My lord, I cannot discuss marriage, nor can I decide for my brothers." He looked into Borros' eyes. "I am already engaged to my cousin Rhaena Targaryen, and my elder brother is also engaged to Baena Targaryen. My younger brother Joffrey will marry Princess Alexandra of the Martell family in the future. Aegon is already engaged to Lady Samantha Vareses, and my younger brother Viserys will probably be engaged to Lady Daenerys Vareses."

"Alas." Duke Borros looked at Aemond and said, "Your uncle, Prince Aemond, agreed to marry one of my daughters, so I promised to give him an army of 6,000 men as a dowry. Sorry, Prince, I have no intention of participating in the struggle for the Iron Throne. The loyalty of the Baratheon family will only be dedicated to the true king of the Iron Throne."

Lord Borros stood up and looked at the two princes. "The Baratheon banner will neither be dyed green nor black, Prince Aemond. I will appoint my acting knight, Ser Davos Connington, to lead my dowry to join your army."

"My lord, this means that you support the usurper." Lusris unceremoniously exposed Borros' disguise, not even flying a flag of the Crowned Stag. Anyone with a discerning eye seeing the 6,000 Stormland troops would understand that Borros had joined the Green Party.

"Prince Luciris, I will not interfere with Prince Longzel's army heading north." Borros did not dare to get angry at all. "I will let my vassals provide him with supplies. I am loyal to the Iron Throne, not to the ambitious people who scheme against each other and fight among their own blood relatives!"

Borros suddenly pounded the armrest of the throne in anger. "Now, my friends, Storm's End is over. Go back and tell your respective kings and queens that if you want Storm's End's loyalty, you must prove that you can sit on the Iron Throne."

Aemond glanced at Borros angrily, but although the Duke of the Stag was shameless, the 6,000 troops that had been agreed upon were not false. This was enough. Only this annoying Strong
Seeing that Borros's final decision was actually to stand on the side of the Green Party and not to offend either party, Luciris did not want to stay any longer and wanted to go to Dragon's Nest immediately to find his knight. With Silver Wing there, even Vhagar would not dare to do anything.

Watching Lusris turn and leave, Aemond felt a nameless anger burning in his heart, and no matter how he tried to tell himself to calm down, he couldn't.

"Stop, Strong!" Imond finally couldn't hold back his terrible anger and tore off his eye patch, revealing the sapphire eye that Longzel had given him. "It's time to pay back, Strong. Is that a toy around your waist? Did Valar teach you to play with toys? Pull it out and use it to dig out your eyes. Don't worry, I won't charge interest. One eye is enough. You can choose the left or right eye."

Aemond strode up to Lucerys and twisted him around. In terms of strength, the nineteen-year-old Prince Aemond was much stronger than the thirteen-year-old Lucerys. Although Lucerys had been trained in martial arts by Valar and was very good, he did have some disadvantages in age. He was not as resistant to blows as Jacaerys, so he could only turn around and look at Aemond coldly.

"Aemond, I won't fight you." Luciris shook off Aemond's hand. "I am a messenger, not a knight."

"Coward, coward, traitor." Aemond said viciously, "Strong bastard, if you don't dig out your eyes, I will chop off your head and see if your bitch mother will mourn for you." After that, Aemond was about to draw his sword. Luthris also pressed the hilt of the sword.

"Get out! Don't bleed under my roof." Boros's roar echoed throughout the hall. "You are my guests. You are not allowed to use knives under my roof. Get out!"

Luciris glared at Aemond, turned around and ran to the courtyard, where Arax was waiting anxiously. Luciris hugged the little dragon's neck and said, "Don't be afraid, Arax, let's fly quickly, we will be safe when we reach Dragon's Nest." After saying that, he immediately jumped on the dragon's back. Outside the castle, the storm was still raging. Bean-sized raindrops and strong winds that could almost blow a person away came together, almost making Xiaolu breathless.

"Araxes, take off!"

The little dragon struggled to flap its wings and take off from the courtyard, but the bad weather seriously affected its flying speed.

Aemond looked at Lucerys riding on the dragon with hatred, and he turned to look at Borros. "You are also a traitor, Duke. If it weren't for your daughter and dowry, Vhagar would have burned Storm's End."

Boros's face turned pale and blue, not knowing what to say. A gloomy female voice broke the awkward atmosphere in the hall.

"Your Highness, are you a warrior or a messenger?" The speaker was Miss Maris, the ugliest of the four girls and the first girl that Imond rejected.

"Of course I'm a warrior?" Aemond looked at the girl strangely.

"I thought you lost your balls instead of your eyes, Your Highness. He is not a warrior, you are a warrior." Maryse laughed so hard that her whole body shook. "Fortunately, you didn't choose me. I would rather have a healthy husband."

"Maris, shut up!" Duke Boros said fearfully. He looked at Imond, whose face was ashen, in panic. The prince turned and walked towards the courtyard without saying a word.

Another thunderous roar shook the entire Storm's End. Borros rushed to his daughter angrily and slapped her: "Do you want to kill the entire Baratheon family?" The Duke looked at the darkness outside the gate in horror. "Seven layers of hell!"

In the storm, the dragon could not fly fast at all, and Luthris soon heard the sound of Vhagar's wings flapping. It caught up with Araxes.

The blazing dragon flames passed by Araxes, almost engulfing the little dragon whole. If the little dragon had not been flexible enough, that would have been the result.

Lusiris knew that he might not be able to escape. This damn storm had little effect on Vhagar, but it was a disaster for him. Arax was swaying like a broken ship in the storm, and it was unable to take advantage of its speed.

"It's time to be a knight." Luthris raised his head calmly and looked at Vhagar who was about to catch up with him, and Aemond who was like an ant on its back. "Uncle Valar, I'm sorry I can't serve you anymore. Araxes, are you willing to fight with me?"

Araxes responded with a joyful roar, but Luthris could hear the sadness and anger in the roar. The little prince buckled the belt on the dragon saddle and pulled the hand guard resolutely.

"Araxes, attack!"

The little dragon suddenly climbed up against the storm. Aemond was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what his nephew wanted to do, and immediately lay on the dragon saddle: "Vhagar, target Arax."

The old dragon roared, raised its head suddenly and blew out another breath of dragon fire, but unfortunately it still missed Araxes. Suddenly, a gray-white little dragon fell from the sky, and a breath of dragon fire went straight to Imond on the dragon's back.

Aemond hurriedly turned his gauntlet, and Vhagar's huge body moved awkwardly, and Araxes' slender dragon flame fell on Vhagar's scales. The old dragon was instantly enraged, and with a flap of his wings, he caught up with Araxes, who had just adjusted his direction in the thunderstorm, and bit him.

Araxes turned his body flexibly and blew another breath of dragon flame at Vhagar's dragon wing. Although Araxes' dragon flame was thin, it was still dragon flame. The blazing flame directly opened a small hole in Vhagar's wings, but the old dragon was too big, and a small hole could not cause any damage at all.

"Araxes, Dracarys." Luciris gave the order while lying on the dragon saddle. Araxes accelerated and rushed towards Vhagar's dragon wings, scratching, biting and spitting fire. In the blink of an eye, several wounds were left on Vhagar's dragon wings. Vhagar was furious. The dragon waved its huge dragon wings and instantly slapped the little dragon to the side. The old dragon seized the opportunity and spit dragon flames at Araxes before he could turn around.

Araxes tried hard to raise his body and used his belly to meet the dragon flame.

"Araxes, no!"

The gray-white scales of Araxes turned charred yellow in an instant. The little dragon struggled to extinguish the flames on its body. Its body was almost burned by the dragon flames. Its wings were instantly shattered and it fell to the sea. However, Lusris was only slightly burned.

Following closely behind the dragon flames was the bloody mouth of Vhagar.

Click,

Click.

Luciris fell from the dragon's back. He calmly watched Vhagar chew up the dragon's head and swallow it. He calmly watched Aemond laugh as he watched himself and the broken dragon's corpse fall, as if he were looking at a dead person.

Goodbye, brother, younger brother, mother, great uncle, and the little snow rabbit. The big chipmunk broke his promise.

Xiaolu closed his eyes, his hands still tightly grasping the gauntlet of the dragon saddle, like a real dragon knight. Or like a real dragon knight participating in the battle.

The dragon's broken wings and body fell into the sea, and along with Lusiris on its back, they were swallowed up by the raging bay. And Vhagar let out a long cry as if in victory.

The only sound over the sea was Aemond's laughter and the raging of a storm that seemed to never end.

Today I’m giving you a temporary notice that the death ddl will be tomorrow night. There will be a shorter chapter later, and this chapter will be 5000 words.

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