Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon

The dragon's flame is always the most convincing weapon on the battlefield. Not one of the warships of the Third Daughter Kingdom escaped, and they were all buried in the sea of ​​fire. The entire sea area was boiling under the burning of the dragon, so much so that Valei The Zes family's own fleet had to leave that sea area quickly.

The giant dragon descended slowly. The three-hundred-oar warship could not bear the size of the Bronze Fury. It stretched out its neck, allowing Long Zell to climb off its head. Long Zell carefully unbuttoned the dragon saddle. With the belt, he slowly crawled across Wormisor's thick, bone-spurred neck, gently stroked its head a few times, and then jumped off its head. It landed steadily on the deck of the Azure Sea Serpent.

The battle just left the ship's deck riddled with holes, but it still remained basically intact. Gangsol Jieyan knelt down on one knee and put his hand on his chest: "Your Highness, fortunately, you have lived up to your mission. This battle, Captain Miles and his grandson Samwell have both distinguished themselves, so I ask for your favor."

Ronzel looked at Samwell, who had just arrived from another ship and had not had time to put on his clothes, and Miles Stone, who looked terrified. Samwell is a thin, tall boy who looks about seventeen or eighteen years old. He has a lot of acne on his face. Although his upper body is not strong, he has clear muscle lines and his short blond hair is very neat. , it can be seen that if he tidies up well, he is also a handsome guy.

Ronzel smiled: "The family tradition is that meritorious service must be rewarded. Captain Miles, Samwell, in the name of Prince Ronzel of the Varese family, I order you to kneel down."

Miles' eyes widened suddenly. Seeing that his grandson hadn't reacted yet, he hurriedly raised his leg and kicked his stupid grandson, and pulled him to kneel in front of Long Zell.

"Captain Miles, you brought your own ship to fight for the Varese family and made outstanding achievements in this battle. If I remember correctly, Lord Sea Serpent has already ennobled you."

"Yes, Your Highness." Miles did not dare to raise his head: "Lord Sea Serpent made me a knight when I was nineteen years old, but he did not grant me land or salary."

"I give you the surname 'Hermosa'. In the ancient Valyrian language, it means sea ship. Ser Miles Hermosa, will you accept the surname I give you?"

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

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

"Samwell of the Hermosa family." Long Zell pulled out the silver blood and gently placed the sword on his right shoulder. Long Zell was so careful, because if he wasn't careful, the silver blood would cut him. Samwell's skin.

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

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

Long Zell smiled and moved the sword to his left shoulder.

“In the name of our Heavenly Father I demand justice from you.”

The sword returned to the right shoulder.

"In the name of Our Lady I ask you to protect the weak and the innocent."

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

“In the name of maidens I ask you to protect all women.”

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

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

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

Seven times in a row, the seven gods will bless you.

"I knight you, Ser Samwell of House Hermosa. Your bravery has proven your ability. Battleaxe Sam, the Dornish people should tremble at your name."

Samwell watched blankly as Longzel jumped onto the dragon's head of Wormisor, who lowered his head again, and carefully climbed back to the dragon's saddle.

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

All that was left in his mind was: "Am I a knight?"

It wasn't until "Tomahawk" Sam's voice came one after another, and finally formed a wave of sound that he woke up, and then he saw his grandfather with tears streaming down his face, and Gunthor Jieyan with an excited look on his face.

"Congratulations, little Sam. When you get back, you can go directly to Mr. Linn, and he will directly arrange for you to follow His Highness. Do your best, and I'll take good care of you, little Sam."

"ah?"

Meanwhile, Storm's End.

Lord Beaumond Baratheon sat in a chair, a thick bearskin blanket covering his legs. His son, Boros Baratheon the irascible, was circling the hall.

"Boros, stop turning, you are dizzy."

"Father, that little prince didn't call us when he was fighting the Dornish people. I admit that his territory is a royal fief, but his territory is in the Stormlands. He should tell us at least. Could it be that he thought he was fighting the Dornish people by Barra? Will Theon be a coward?"

"Stupid." Bomond looked at his son with hatred. "If Prince Longzell is just taking revenge from the Dondarrion family and the families in the Borderland, then we can interpret it as revenge for the Weir family's aggression. But if Baratheon sends troops, it will be another Dornish War. His Majesty will not allow this to happen."

"But it has already happened!" Borros walked quickly to his father and shouted, "The Dornish War has begun. Dorne is in civil war, the Yronwood family is fighting the Fowler family, the Dayne family is keeping their troops on standby, the Weir family, the Tolland family, the Uller family, and the Jordayne family are all heading north to fight the little prince. Our people have already entered the territory of the Dornish bitch and 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 better than the previous times..."

"It is precisely because we did not end up and the Martell family also maintained restraint that things did not get out of control." 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, that won't work. Okay, then I'll go alone without an army, right? Oh, I have four girls." Borros left his father behind. "I'll take them all, father, and you can't stop me this time. At worst, I'll pretend to be a hedge knight. How can I fight Dorne without me?"

"Do you really think no one knows your face?" Beaumond laughed angrily. "The heir of Stormlands 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 and the prince? Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy. The prince and the prince are not married yet. Isn't the Baratheon family a good match?"

Boros clenched his fists.

Dorne, dragon.

He wants them all.

He believes he can get them all.

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