Chapter 609 Blue Dragon and Red Dragon

The sun sets.

The tide rises and falls at the seaside, and water birds take away fish and peck at them on the rocks.

Hula...

Damon said nothing and walked aimlessly step by step.

He didn't know why.

He just walked like that, as if he was chasing someone's footsteps.

Plop——

Suddenly, his feet slipped, and he staggered and fell to the ground, with his palms stuck in the soft gravel.

Damon was in a trance, untied the dark sister from his waist, and supported his body to climb up.

But he just took two steps and his feet were weak.

"Hu~!"

Damon sat on a reef, holding his sword with both hands, and silently leaned his head on the dragon-wing-shaped sword hilt.

His forehead was pressed against the cold dark sister, and a trace of sober pain surged into his heart.

He subconsciously opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound as if he was dumb.

His heart was surging, but his face was still silent.

All I know is that my knuckles clenching the hilt of the sword turned white, and I closed my eyes and waited for the crystal light that could not be concealed to dry.

"Coo~~"

The water birds were full and hopping and chirping.

Until the sunset was halfway down, the beach divided the sea and the sky into one color.

Damon was in the shadow, just like a wet black uniform.

The water birds chirped, dived into the red glow reflected by the clouds, and spread their wings to fly back to the nest.

Splash...

I don't know how long it took, waves washed over the beach.

"Damon!"

The sea snake looked anxious, jumped off a small boat and climbed onto the beach, not caring about the ups and downs of the waves.

Damon slowly raised his head and looked at the dusty sea snake

"Why are you here alone?"

The sea snake trudged to the front and shouted: "Didn't Lannar give birth?"

"She gave birth."

Damon's voice was hoarse and he lowered his head again.

"What do you mean?"

The sea snake's heart seemed to skip a beat, and an ominous premonition rose.

Damon said nothing and shook his head sadly.

Seeing this, the sea snake staggered back two steps, and his solemn expression changed drastically.

With a wise mind, he realized that things were heading for the worst.

"How could this happen..."

The sea snake muttered to himself.

He lowered his head again and saw Damon, who seemed to have lost his soul, and his anger rose uncontrollably.

Bang——

He grabbed the other's collar and lifted him up with his strong body.

The sea snake glared at him and shouted loudly: "What's going on? Lanar just wrote to me yesterday to inform me to return to Chaotou Island."

While shouting, his tiger eyes turned red: "Speak! My daughter just said she wanted to go home yesterday!"

A deafening shout and violent shaking barely brought back a trace of consciousness to the other party.

Daemon was silent for a long time, then smiled sadly: "She's back, bringing your grandson with her."

Bang——

"You damn bastard!"

The sea snake punched out, threw it into the cold sea water, and returned to the castle without stopping.

"Cough cough..."

Daemon collapsed helplessly, choking on a mouthful of water.

He glanced at the distance with the corner of his cracked eye, vaguely seeing a bear-like figure changing from striding to running.

He could still hear all kinds of curses without sparing any effort.

It was as if he had poured out all the bad words he could say in his life.

...

In a blink of an eye, it was late at night.

The cold night wind blew, but it couldn't wash away the sadness on the beach.

Boom——

A ball of orange dragon flame mixed with billowing black smoke burned, turning into a giant bonfire that illuminated the night sky.

Daemon's eyes were hazy, standing in the distance and watching the old dragon spit out dragon flames.

"Hiss——"

Vhagar lay on the ground, his huge body like a high wall, protecting his master to complete the last journey.

Daemon stretched out a hand, and the sea breeze passed through his fingertips.

Suddenly, there was a movement in his arms, pulling back his thoughts.

A swaddled baby curled up in his arms, revealing a baby face with a smacking mouth.

The baby was very cute, with skin as white as a peeled egg and sparse silver hair.

It didn't look like a premature baby at all, but instead had a pair of lilac eyes wide open.

Daemon was stunned and put his fingers into the baby's pink mouth.

"Smacking~~"

The baby accepted everyone, looked at his father with big eyes, and sucked on the salty fingertips.

"Laena is gone."

Rhaenyra came over at some point and said coldly: "You have to take on the responsibility of a father."

Daemon glanced at her and said nothing.

He knew that the other party was complaining that he had not fulfilled his responsibilities as a husband.

Rhaenys looked straight ahead, watching the orange dragon flames fade from strong to weak, leaving only one reminder:

"It's windy at night, don't let the children catch a cold."

Then, she turned around and returned to the castle.

Daemon still stood there, and if it weren't for the wet touch of his fingertips, it seemed that he was the only one left in the world.

Rustle...

There were footsteps behind him, but the person didn't speak.

Daemon didn't look back either, thinking that Rhaenys was going to take the child away.

"Father."

Bernila suddenly spoke, standing behind her tall figure.

Daemon turned around and said in surprise: "Bernila, why are you here?"

At this time, the girls should be coaxed to sleep by their grandmother.

Bernila refused to answer, her eyes were straight.

Daemon was exhausted, and sighed softly: "Go back."

Bernila still didn't say anything, her eyes fell on her father's face.

It was not until this time that Daemon realized something was wrong.

"I hate him!"

Benila suddenly spoke, pointing at the baby in her arms.

Damon was stunned when he heard this, and said in disbelief: "What?"

Benila's attitude was indifferent: "You! And the boy in your arms, you killed your mother."

This is what she thinks.

The mother who loved them most died all because of the boy their father dreamed of.

Benila's eyes were red and she was holding back tears: "Now that you have got your wish, I believe you must be quite satisfied."

After that, he left without looking back.

Damon felt like he was struck by lightning, as if a heavy hammer hit his chest.

However, in his sight, his daughter was running further and further away, and the direction was not the climax city.

"Where are you going!"

Damon was worried, but his pride made him unable to move.

There was no response, and Benila disappeared completely into the night.

It seemed to be the response, and it was right in front of me: "You don't have to worry about it!"

"His-"

The old dragon looked up to the sky and roared, letting out a mournful cry.

Damon froze on the spot, his hair blown by the night wind, covering half of his face.

boom--

A strong gust of wind roared past, almost knocking people over.

Damon stumbled a few steps and hugged the swaddle in his arms tightly.

"Ho ho..."

A familiar figure came from behind, breathing heavily.

Damon froze and opened his eyes in shock.

"Sorry to hear the sad news."

Viserys scratched his neck and gasped: "My brother, are you okay?"

Damon opened his mouth slightly, words stuck in his throat.

"Wow~~"

The swaddled baby was squirming around, its tender little milky voice accusing.

Daemon ignored it completely. He first looked at Vhagar who was lying on the ground wailing, and then saw the bronze giant beast landing on the seaside.

"Roaring..."

Wormisor's eyes were stern, staring at the vicissitudes of the old dragon with vigilance, fire building up in the depths of his throat.

But the old dragon ignored it and kept whining.

If it were normal, the old dragon, which cannot be provoked, would have roared and revealed its sharp fangs.

Viserys looked back at Wormisor and said as he walked: "The dragon has its own temper. It has not flown for a long time."

Thanks to the special medicinal materials retrieved by the eldest son, both body and spirit are slowly recovering.

After receiving a message from his youngest son, Darren, he realized that an irreversible tragedy had occurred in the family.

And this tragedy similar to what happened to him fell on the head of his younger brother Damon.

Dameng's pupils trembled slightly, and he stepped forward holding the baby in his arms.

One second, two seconds...

The two brothers walked toward each other, and their figures gradually overlapped in the firelight.

"Brother~~"

Damon was shaking like chaff and bumped into his brother's arms.

Viserys's not-so-strong body couldn't resist, and he hugged his fragile brother with his backhand.

The two brothers hugged each other, just like they did when they were children.

Damon buried his face deeply, his voice trembling and suppressed: "She is gone, just like your Emma."

"I know, I know everything."

Viserys sighed deeply and said as if coaxing a child: "This will pass."

Damon began to pant violently, his body almost unsteady, and a hoarse growl came out of his throat.

"The gods are always so cruel, but fortunately they leave us hope."

Viserys hugged his brother tightly, letting his chest be soaked with water that was not even superficial.

As he said.

Time will wash away the grief, leaving the living to recall it over and over again.

For the sake of the children left by his deceased wife, at least regain hope.

…

A few days later.

Lys, Tower.

"ah!!"

In a certain room, a woman's screams were heard.

The maids came in and out one after another carrying basins and towels.

Rhaenyra stood guard at the door, pacing back and forth, waiting.

What is produced in the house is white maggot Xiaomei.

She was pregnant two months earlier than Lanner, which was enough months.

"Ah! Try harder!..."

I couldn't see clearly through the gauze curtain, I could only hear the white maggot Xiaomei shouting at the top of her lungs.

People who come from humble backgrounds often possess far more ruthlessness than ordinary people.

Bai Maggot Xiaomei cooperated very well and gave birth while lying in the bathtub using the method that her former prostitute friend had told her.

"Why so slow?"

Rhaenyra was sweating profusely and circling outside the door.

In the past, others were waiting for her outside the door, but this time she was waiting outside the door.

Only then did I realize that they were not human beings inside and outside.

"Wow wow wow~~"

As soon as he finished speaking, a baby's cry suddenly sounded.

Rhaenyra paused and said happily, "She's born."

After all, he is the descendant of King Daemon, and may be incorporated into the Targaryen family tree.

Bai Maggot Xiaomei is her confidant, and one more child will give her more confidence.

Tread...

Just as he was about to lift the gauze curtain and enter the door, there were rapid footsteps in the corridor.

Sir Laurent of the Kingsguard hurried over, holding an open letter in his hand: "Your Majesty, a letter from Tidehead Island!"

Rhaenyra did not dare to neglect, and quickly took the letter and checked it.

The current situation of Chaotou Island is written in black and white.

Rhaenyra's joy faded, and her face instantly turned pale.

Every line of black boy seems to have been written with the blood of a friend.

"Lanael!"

The letter fell, and Rhaenyra's legs gave way and she fell backwards.

"His Majesty!"

Ser Laurent hurriedly offered his support, supporting Rhaenyra's leaning body.

Rhaenyra's eyes were blank, but she could no longer stand up.

…

same moment.

Vale, Eyrie.

Rhaegar, wearing a loose nightgown, stood in front of the tower window and looked out.

The riot in Qohor was resolved, and he and his eldest son sent a message to the valley.

squeak——

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Jeyne's face was heavy, holding a piece of letter in her hand.

Rhaegar took the letter and read it with a surprised look.

…

Behind the Bloody Gate, the narrow path leading to the Eyrie.

"Hiss!"

A young dragon with a silver body flew over and rushed into the misty Giant's Spear.

"Prince!"

"His Royal Highness Baeron..."

Dozens of nobles in the valley cheered and beat their chests wildly.

A carriage climbed the cliff and stopped in front of the path of the narrow sea.

The door opened, and Baeron with short silver hair stepped on a stool to get out of the car.

"Come."

Baeron turned around and reached out to help Dany and Anna down.

"Brother, look."

Anna jumped up and down, pointing her white fingers at the nobles of the valley who lined the road to welcome her.

"Hush, be steady."

Baeron whispered and tapped Anna's forehead.

Then, he took a deep breath secretly and led his two sisters to meet the overly enthusiastic nobles.

This was agreed with his father.

Bringing the two sisters back to the valley to win over the nobles of the valley.

"Oh, long live the prince!"

The nobles of the valley showed extraordinary joy in the face of the crown prince who was no different from the king when he was young.

Some people knew about the other relationship between the three brothers and sisters, and shouted excitedly: "Long live! Conqueror III!"

Bell's face fell, and he dragged his two sisters and quickened his pace as if he was escaping.

Everyone knows Conqueror I.

The second is Rhaegar, who replicated the Conqueror's achievements and marriage.

Of course, there are more jokes in it.

"Hiss..."

A light gray dragon shadow flew over the brothers and sisters, and its huge body stirred up the thick clouds.

A girl with a crooked nose ran out from the back of the team, holding a bamboo stick and chasing all the way: "Stop, cowardly dragon."

One person and one dragon appeared, and instantly scared all the nobles into silence for a moment.

It was only a moment.

...

Eyrie.

Rhaegar looked stunned and looked at the letter in disbelief.

"It's hard to predict what's going on."

Jenny sighed and leaned against her husband.

Such a heroic female dragonborn died on the delivery bed.

Rhaegar's Adam's apple rolled, and he said in a difficult voice: "I saved her once."