Chapter 370 Dragon's Dream Dragon's Wrath
Chapter 370 Dragon’s Dream—Dragon’s Wrath
At night.
Longshi Island, Stone Drum Tower.
In the banquet hall, Rhaegar and Rhaenyra had dinner with Lannar and the twins.
Lanna'er looked a little haggard, trying her best to take care of her two daughters.
She wore a loose long skirt, her seven-month-old belly was swollen, and she already had difficulty moving.
Halfway through the meal, deep dragon roars sounded, and a sad and lonely mood echoed in the waters of Dragonstone Island.
Rhaegar put down his knife and fork and listened.
“Is Damon okay?” Lanner smiled and changed the subject.
Lannar lowered her eyes, caressed her bulging belly, and said guiltily: "I can feel Vhagar's emotions. It doesn't want to be alone on Dragonstone."
Even if the wild dragon had not been captured, the two would still find ways to provoke a war in order to draw the entire Westeros to invade the Three Women's Kingdom.
Thinking deeply, Rhaegar put down his knife and fork, suddenly losing his appetite.
Even the brothers and sisters who have been together since childhood, Balerion and Meraxes, the Black Death, also died one after another.
Rhaenyra felt deeply about the hardships of pregnancy. She lowered her head in sympathy and tugged on the corner of Rhaegar's clothes.
Lanner's eyes flickered and she said softly: "I know him, he's not bad, but he's not good. He must have caused you trouble."
Benila, the twin, whispered: "Vhagar hasn't been like this for a long time. It feels lonely only after Melias and Haiyan left."
Rhaegar chuckled: "Not bad."
The roar of the dragon outside is almost like a wail, containing all kinds of weather-beaten sadness.
Rhaegar smiled and said seriously: "War is inevitable, Damon has tried his best, and his father will not treat his only brother badly.
Lanner forced a smile, a hint of fatigue appeared on her eyebrows, and the hand caressing her belly unconsciously became heavier.
As an old dragon who conquered a kingdom for Targaryen, war is just as common as eating and drinking.
As one of the first dragons of Targaryen, Vhagar is 170 years old.
It has been so long that the familiar existences have disappeared one by one, leaving only unfamiliar faces around him, leaving him alone as an old dragon.
Vhagar's name refers to the ancient Valyrian **** of war.
Time has changed, and the two drivers have been dead for many years.
Reese and Tylose are regarded as the things in the bag, and they must be more confident in front of their families, so as not to worry.
“He’s been giving me trouble from the moment I was born.”
His understanding of Vhagar is too paper-based and he does not have much actual contact with it.
The same thing is that both are brave and fearless warriors, driving Vhagar to conquer the north and south, and create countless brilliant achievements.
It has experienced three drivers in its life.
She and her mother had no idea what plan the sea serpent had with Damon.
Rhaenyra stopped chewing and sighed: "Vhagar has not been in this state for a long time."
While it is alive, it is itself a weapon of war.
Rhaegar was silent, unable to say anything.
Queen Visenya, Prince Bellon of Spring Dawn, and Lannar.
Rhaegar's eyes flashed with confusion, and he turned to look at the listless Lanner.
The Narrow Sea War broke out, and Vhagar's emotions emerged again, affecting her spirit at all times.
Vhagar has lived too long.
One of the first two accompanies it to grow from the prime of life to an adult dragon, and the other accompanies it to gradually enter the aging stage from an adult dragon.
Rhaena, the twin, said, "It's Vhagar who's calling."
Renia added.
Possibly because of this name, among the three first-generation dragons, only Vhagar has gone through battle after battle and is still fighting for Targaryen.
Looking at her, Lannar's eyes were helpless and she sighed: "Vaghal is too old, and the lonely years have made it sad."
Rhaegar was in a daze and joked: "Don't blame yourself, you will give birth soon, and then you can control the dragon and help Daemon protect the city."
At this age in the dragon's life, it is about to pass the aging stage and slowly begins to grow old and faint.
This emotion first sprouted in her heart when she was 13 years old when she was training a dragon.
“That sounds very sad.” Rhaegar was a little stunned.
“It may want to go to the battlefield.”
How this old dragon is feeling, you still have to ask its driver.
…
Late at night, in the lord's bedroom.
Rhaegar's eyes were closed, and he lay naked next to the fireplace and fell asleep.
Outside the Stone Drum Tower, the wail of Vagehar gradually disappeared, and everything was silent.
The fragrant wood in the fireplace turned to ashes, and there was a faint flame dancing.
Unconsciously, Rhaegar entered a brief dream.
The dark bay, the strong sea breeze, the orange fire in the sky...
Hundreds of warships collided together, projectiles and scorpion crossbows were thrown randomly, and figures with unclear faces fought in a melee.
Under the silent night sky, blood and fire compose songs.
Outside, Rhaegar frowned subconsciously, and the fingers on his strong belly trembled slightly.
…
at the same time.
Three Sisters Islands, Bloody Gallows Port.
A group of disheveled gangsters squatted in a corner shivering with cold, holding machetes.
It is not easy to make a living in this chaotic area.
“Did you hear that a Targaryen came to the Little Sisters Island, riding a dragon made of gold?”
A rough man with a scar on his face wiped his nose and wiped it on his companion while asking gossip.
The companion was a skinny monkey with yellow teeth. He moved away without speaking in anger and said rudely: "Nonsense, a master riding a dragon has spread all over the island as soon as he lands."
Scarface said with envy: "That kid ran to the brothel to have fun as soon as he landed. He was more anxious than I was when I ran on a boat and held it in for half a month."
“I’ve been to that brothel. It was full of old girls and the prices were extremely expensive.”
“What the **** do you know, what if someone just likes older people?”
“I heard that all Targaryens are handsome, but I wonder if that boy has mixed tastes...”
A group of gangsters in the cold wind made up random things, speaking rudely but full of envy.
Phew! call!
At midnight, a smelly sea breeze blew, making the freezing person shudder.
The thin yellow-toothed monkey hugged his body tightly, shook his head and looked left and right, and suddenly stared at the outside of the biting bay in a daze.
On the dark sea surface, clusters of weak firelights swayed, approaching the port like will-o'-the-wisps.
“Look, there’s a ship on the sea!”
The thin yellow-toothed monkey was startled and hurriedly pushed his sleepy companion beside him.
Scarface opened his eyes angrily, looked down at the other party's dirt-covered fingers, and suddenly opened his jaw in shock.
Under the drag of firelight, the outlines of warships were outlined, with sails hanging in various strange and weird patterns.
“A fleet of mercenaries!”
Scarface exclaimed, stood up suddenly, and drew out his scimitar.
The routes in the upper half of the Narrow Sea are blocked, where will the foreign fleets come from?
As soon as the words were spoken, a warship in the front burst into flames, and a projectile truck threw a burning wooden stake.
Boom—
The wooden pile crashed into the port, hitting the gangsters without hesitation.
No screams were heard, and blood and flesh flew everywhere in an instant.
Woooooo—
The murderous horn sounded, and dense bonfires on the sea were lit, reflecting no less than fifty sophisticated warships.
“Attack! Destroy the port!”
At the front of the warship, the chief swordsman of Braavos drew his sword and shouted, and the war broke out immediately.
Rumble —
Catapults projected boulders and wooden stakes and bombarded the port one after another, completely destroying the already dirty port. The Three Sisters Islands are in chaos, and gangs and smugglers are powerful, but they are no match for mercenaries.
More than a dozen warships docked, and two thousand well-equipped mercenaries came ashore, burning, killing and looting without restraint.
“The rest of the people follow me and attack Seagull Town!”
The chief swordsman looked solemn and gave orders.
He is the lean swordsman beside the Sea King of Braavos, responsible for guarding the Sea King, and his name is Pallmon.
Accepting the orders of the Sea King, Palmon led the mercenaries to break the channel blockade in the upper half of the Narrow Sea and silently attacked several ports in Westeros at night.
The War of the Narrow Sea is getting worse, and Myr has been captured.
Many forces in the continent of Essos are aware of the danger and arouse the fear of the dragon.
The Sea King of Braavos could not sit still and privately hired mercenaries to intervene in the side war.
This trip first arrived at White Harbor, another port in Biting Bay.
Taking advantage of the darkness, they successfully raided White Harbor and turned to attack the weaker Three Sisters Islands.
Woooooo—
The horn sounded again, and most of the warships turned around and headed towards Seagull Town in the middle of the Narrow Sea.
According to the calculations of the Moonsinger Priest, the south wind has been blowing in the past few nights, and the warship is traveling very fast.
…
Little Sisters Island, a certain brothel.
Aegon was lying on a musty big bed, next to a mature and gorgeous woman, sleeping soundly and smelling of alcohol.
Boom—
An explosion sounded at the end of the alley, and the sound of broken boards spread throughout the surroundings.
“Well, the gangsters are starting to do it?”
Aegon was awakened by the loud noise and got up drunkenly.
He also pretended to be a rumored gangster and a smuggler, and tried his best to watch the excitement.
“Kill them and sack the town!”
…”
Suddenly, there was a burst of shouting and killing outside the brothel.
Aegon was stunned for a second, then climbed out of bed in a panic.
The voice outside was not Common Language, but Valyrian, which is compulsory for Targaryens, and the accent was a bit familiar.
“The foreigners and the prostitutes all robbed their money!”
Aegon's heart was pounding, and he hurriedly put on his clothes and ran out.
The movement is so fast that one can see that he is experienced.
boom-
As soon as he pushed open the broken door, he ran into a mercenary wearing brown leather armor.
Aegon was horrified. In panic, he raised his knee and hit it between his legs.
"ah!"
The mercenary collapsed instantly, covered his crotch and screamed miserably, and there was a faint sound of eggs breaking.
Aegon twitched the corner of his mouth, slammed the door, and muttered as he ran: "Daemon's moves are really useful!"
…
A loud neighing sound sounded, and a golden dragon soared under the night.
Aegon was not too stupid, and he went out to **** without being too far away from the dragon.
He specially chose a remote brothel and left Yang Yan on the beach.
Aegon was overjoyed when he heard the news. He quickly pushed away the awakened middle-aged brothel, opened the window and shouted: "Sunfire! Come on!"
…
Yang Yan hovered in the sky, the golden vertical pupils flashed fiercely, spitting dragon flames at the chaotic crowd in the streets.
"ah!…"
"monster…"
The golden dragon flames were like pillars of fire, burning all over the place regardless of civilians or mercenaries.
“Be alert, there is a dragon on the island!”
“Prepare the crossbow and shoot into the dragon’s eyes…”
The appearance of the giant dragon alarmed the mercenaries who poured into Miss Island and hurriedly hid in the dark for fear of being attacked by the dragon flames.
Aegon looked at Yang Yan anxiously, then lowered his head and looked under the window. The three-story building was a bit dazzling.
Trying to take one leg out, after thinking about it, he retracted it.
…
Yang Yan screamed excitedly, and the dragon flames ignited all the nearby wooden buildings, flying back and forth in the flames.
As if dancing.
In Aegon's impatient eyes, he flapped his wings and landed slowly, crushing the lit wooden house opposite the brothel with his feet.
The dragon descended, the mercenaries dispersed in a rush, and only the screams of the prostitutes were left in the brothel.
Aegon was almost in tears. Saya ran downstairs and climbed onto the dragon's back using both hands and feet.
…
Yang Yan stretched his neck and sprayed dragon flames at the escaping mercenaries, affecting a large area of buildings.
“Yang Yan, let’s go quickly!”
Aegon panicked for a moment and urged his dragon to fly.
The Three Sisters Islands were attacked by mercenaries, and it was probably Braavos' fault.
He needs to run quickly!
Yang Yan sprayed dragon flames for a while, flapped his wings and took off, flying into the night sky with his head held high.
——
A fine steel crossbow arrow flew in the darkness, aiming densely at the golden dragon.
Jingle-ding-ding-dong-dang…
The crossbow arrow hit the chest and abdomen, causing little sparks and leaving small craters before being blown away.
However, many crossbow bolts locked onto the dragon's gorgeous pale pink wing membranes.
——
The crossbow arrow penetrated the wing membrane, leaving small holes and oozing out traces of blood.
…
Yang Yan screamed in pain, the dragon's wings subconsciously raised up, and the soaring movement faltered.
“Archery!”
The mercenaries in the dark filled their crossbows and aimed at the wings of the golden dragon.
Arrows shot out like raindrops, and Yang Yan's golden vertical pupils showed rage. He raised his body and waved his wings, trying to scatter the crossbow arrows.
Most of the crossbow arrows were knocked off, and occasionally one or two pierced the wing membrane, leaving holes.
—
Occasionally, a crossbow arrow penetrated the small scales of the dragon's wing and penetrated into the bones under the skin.
“Hiss!…”
Yang Yan screamed instantly, his body shook violently, and he almost fell.
Aegon's expression changed drastically, and he said in fear: "Yangyan, hold on, let's fly away quickly!"
"Roar…"
Yang Yan roared in a low voice, and traces of dragon flames spilled out of the dragon's kiss. He maintained his balance and quickly rose into the air, out of the range of the crossbow.
In the pitiful eyes of the mercenaries, the golden dragon plunged into the thick clouds and disappeared into the night.
…
Crab Island, Sweet Water Castle.
In a luxurious bedroom, Helena, who had silver-gold curly hair, hugged the quilt tightly and slept on her side.
The little girl is quiet and quiet, and the bedroom is filled with a faint fragrance.
Suddenly, Helena started up, opened her eyes and exclaimed: "Fire..."
(End of this chapter)