Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon

Hiss~

The pterosaur in the cage suddenly paused, but then it struggled even more fiercely. However, no matter how hard it struggled, it was just a caged beast with half of its wings cut off and chains all over its body. In the end, it could only shrink back to the edge of the cage exhausted.

Brynden, whose mind was blank just now, suddenly came back to his senses. He carefully raised his eyes to look at the adults next to him and found that they didn't notice his abnormality just now.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief quietly. As the old saying goes, illegitimate children always grow up fast. They have to be more mature than their legitimate brothers to survive. Of course, if it is the right of first night, or the product of the nobles' temporary release of lust, it doesn't matter.

But obviously, Brynden belongs to the former, although his mother and adoptive mother love him very much, the children of the third generation of the Vareses family, the youngest of the second generation, and the child king of Dragon's Nest, Rhaegon, also like him very much, and the Blackwood family does not reject him. After all, the crows also know the essence of the matter-if Earl Benjico and his heirs are willing to compromise on the matter of Melissa, then whether it is the court of King's Landing or the court of Oldtown, they will become guests of honor. After all, when Prince Viserys was still alive, Benjico was an important candidate for the Royal Council. As long as he wanted, he could join the Royal Council at any time. Therefore, whether in Raventree City or Dragon's Nest, Brynden does not look like a "River" or "Silver Blood"-although the latter is not a pure bastard surname. Instead, it is more like a Blackwood, or a Varese.

But after all, he is not a Blackwood, nor a Varese. He is a Targaryen in his blood vessels and bones.

He had countless brothers and sisters, not only legitimate brothers, but also illegitimate brothers of nobles who could not be counted with two hands. No one knew what would happen in the future, so Brynden learned to hide and be cautious since he could remember and understand things.

Then he saw Xirui's narrowed eyes, and Brynden's little hands trembled with fear. It was not easy for him to calm down. To be honest, the moment of coma that he was almost invisible to others just now was not a complete brain blank.

He clearly remembered that at that moment, his heart was swallowed by anger and madness that were difficult to describe in words. He wanted to bite, stretch out his claws, and stretch out his non-existent wings. In front of him was no longer Xirui, nor the women who stayed in the sedan chair.

Instead, it was a black giant wielding a hard leather whip, a circus director who was respectfully lying on the ground, and a pair of purple or heterochromatic eyes. What he smelled in his nose was the panic-stricken, but extremely angry sulfur smell that wanted to tear everything in front of him apart.

But it all lasted only a moment. The boundless madness, anger, and pain instantly tore Brynden's consciousness apart. When he came to his senses, everything he had just experienced seemed like an illusion.

It seemed that only Xirui noticed that something was wrong with him.

The little girl babbled and stretched out her chubby little hand, trying to reach Princess Rhaena, who was happily talking to Princess Elena.

Brynden nervously stretched out his finger and made a "hush" gesture in front of his mouth. Xirui narrowed his eyes and babbled and pointed at Brynden again.

"Xirui, what's wrong?"

Princess Elena noticed Xirui pointing at Brynden, who looked blank, and asked curiously.

"Hold, hold."

"It seems that little Xirui wants little Bran to hold her." Jacaerys's wife Helena said with a smile. She was the only one of the two women who were not dragon riders, nor a member of the Dragon King's family. Although her ancestors, the ancestors of the Longdel family, may have had dragon blood, or even a branch of the Varese family, but the inheritance to her generation has almost said goodbye to the dragon.

"Xirui, good girl, Bran is too young, he can't hold you." Princess Elena liked Xirui very much. After hearing what Lady Helena said, she hurriedly picked up Xirui and comforted her.

Brynden breathed a sigh of relief and quietly smiled at Xirui who opened her eyes and looked at him.

Seeing the pterosaur calm down, Sebastian looked at the circus leader with doubt: "The pterosaur you caught, if I'm not mistaken, is the shadow pterosaur."

"Master, you have a good eye. You are worthy of being the descendant of the Dragon King." The circus leader raised his head flatteringly: "Our caravan lost twenty striped warriors to shoot it down and capture it, and seventeen good hands died to lock it up."

"Sebastian didn't ask you this." Igor said softly: "What he wanted to ask is, don't you know Is the shadow pterosaur the most ferocious among the pterosaurs? If you are in the downtown area."

"Your Highness, Your Highness." The circus leader crawled down again, not daring to raise his head: "This pterosaur only looks good. We cut off its wings, it can't fly, and we specially customized the chain to lock it." He didn't dare to continue.

Igor looked at his brothers and sisters, as well as the aunts behind him. Several descendants of the silver dragon could realize what the leader didn't say.

Even if it was a real dragon, that kind of iron chain could restrict them, let alone a pterosaur.

"Your Highness, we have said everything we can say"

"Okay, okay." Igor bent down. He was still a child. He bent down and easily supported the fat leader: "We are just concerned about your safety. Don't worry, even if the pterosaur runs away, we can shoot it down immediately on the spot, not to mention that your measures are so solid, we are assured."

"Thank you, Your Highness, thank you, Your Highness"

The circus leader lowered his head again with tears in his eyes, and kept reciting the holy names of all the gods he believed in.

Why is he so unlucky? It is obviously a good thing that members of the lord's family come to watch their performances and exhibitions, but the people who come to watch are all dragon masters - and they are all raised by ancient alien gods.

However, although these children from the lord's family are stubborn and want to get to the bottom of things, they are not bad.

They are also very polite.

At this time.

Igor's very light but very clear voice reached the ears of the circus leader.

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He spoke in the Summer Islands language with a Basilisk accent.

"I know you have the map of Sothoros and all the sightings of the dragon. Give them to Dragon's Nest and you will be rewarded."

The leader broke out in a cold sweat.

At the same time.

Dragon's Nest City, Silver Blood Tower, Longzel's room.

Longzel calmly looked at the seemingly ordinary raven that flew to his table. The black little guy tried to avoid the flames surrounding it in fear, but he couldn't get rid of them at all. He could only spread his wings and lie in the fire circle on the table and pretend to be dead.

"It's not easy to enter such a body and cross half of the continent."

The raven seemed to sigh and croaked, and the tongue vibrated in the beak, making a weird sound.

"Your Highness, this is different from what we agreed."