The Varezes family's dragon taming was not a one-time event. According to the rules set by Dragonzel, Legan's friendly interaction with the Golden King was just a necessary preparation before he officially began taming the dragon. After establishing communication with the Golden King, he would need to continue communicating with him regularly for about half a month before officially starting the dragon taming.
All of the second-generation dragon knights of the Varezes family, except for Danni, followed this dragon-taming sequence. Danni was an exception entirely because Sendroth was simply unable to complete that half-month of communication. She could only prepare for dragon taming immediately after her first attempt to establish communication, which resulted in her almost being burned to death by Sendroth.
From this perspective, Legan's path to dragon taming was very smooth.
The Golden King was very fond of Legan. After half a month of feeding and communication, Legan successfully rode the Golden King into the sky.
Unfortunately, King Daeron's front line was very unsuccessful.
"Father." Rhaegor knocked on Dragonzel's door. He was surprised to find Ray also in the room. The children were still playing on one side, while the two brothers calmly sunbathed by the window.
Dragonzel turned his head and slowly sat up. As he aged, his physical strength declined. For Dragonzel, it had become normal to lie down if he could, and sit down if he could, rather than stand.
"News from the front?" Dragonzel looked at his son's expression and roughly knew what kind of news Rhaegor would bring back.
Rhaegor had never been very supportive of Daeron's grand expedition, but since Danni, Jacaerys, and the warriors from the Borderlands were participating, he had to pay close attention to it.
"Ricca Lacron burned for seven days and seven nights." Rhaegor's tone was not very good. He knew very well what Daeron's army would face without a complete town as a base: "His Majesty was forced to lead the army to garrison in a logging village near Ricca Lacron, a village on the edge of the Red Woods."
Ray's eyebrows instantly furrowed together upon hearing this: "Are you sure?"
"Certain." Rhaegor let out a long breath.
"What were Danni and Jacaerys doing?" Ray couldn't sit still. Ricca Lacron had a port for ships to dock, and stationing there could greatly shorten the supply line. But if Ricca Lacron was unusable, rashly leaving the coast and garrisoning deep inland...
Intentionally extending their own supply line?
"Danni and Jacaerys did not object to Daeron's military adventure," Rhaegor said.
"It seems they explained why to you." Dragonzel calmly looked at Rhaegor, whose expression was only slightly displeased. Based on his understanding of his eldest son, if Jacaerys and Danni had truly acted foolishly, the first person to tie them up and drag them, along with their dragons, back to Dragon Nest City would definitely be Rhaegor—he wouldn't even ask for permission, he would immediately set off with Daniela, Orion, and Serena on their dragons.
"Upon discovering that Ricca Lacron could not be used immediately, His Majesty the King immediately changed his strategy, sending Prince Rhaegar on Horn Tide to scout nearby, and slowly advancing the army inland. During this time, many warlords united. They hired several mercenary groups and formed a decent alliance. Robert, the 'Golden Son' commander of the Golden Hammers, Horus, the 'Invincible' warlord and ruler of Lake Mill, and Salice, the 'Reveler' governor of Ho-Saru, served as the three-person council of the alliance. Their vanguard, led by Robert, the 'Golden Son,' has already advanced towards Ricca Lacron."
Rhaegor even seemed a little excited as he spoke. Dragonzel, however, showed no change in expression, as if he already knew the outcome of the battle: "How many troops did they gather?"
"Ninety thousand." Rhaegor couldn't help but sigh when he stated this number. "This is still only a partial gathering of their alliance. The vanguard led by Commander Robert alone numbers forty thousand, including twenty war elephants and fifteen thousand Dothraki cavalry. Kago Kao forced four Khalasars to assemble this cavalry legion."
He had to marvel at the East Continent's richness and vastness. Although the expansion of the Dothraki Great Grass Sea continuously destroyed the continent's fertile fields and lands, the remaining land could still support countless people.
"Five thousand against fifty-five thousand." Rhaegor said: "If the King can replicate his ancestor's Field of Fire, then it might be possible to properly handle the Disputed Lands, but if he only replicated a portion of 'Field of Fire,' then..."
"Don't you trust the Great Dragons, my son?"
"No." Rhaegor shook his head. He had no doubt about the final victory, or rather, with the support of six Great Dragons, if they still couldn't win, there would be no point in living.
"Very good, very good." Dragonzel nodded with satisfaction.
Just as Rhaegor had learned.
When the people of the Disputed Lands saw Ricca Lacron turned into ruins and tens of thousands of residents engulfed in flames, everyone's heart was gripped by an emotion called fear.
No one wanted to be the next Ricca Lacron.
So, the warlords, who had originally harbored different ambitions, decisively put aside their past grievances and joined hands. Within just two weeks, a massive anti-Iron Throne alliance was born. Warlords from the West Disputed Lands led their armies to join the 'Invincible' Horus's massive army. They converged with the Golden Hammers' army in Ho-Saru, a Rhoynar town, and then advanced westward at full speed.
They formed twenty legions to resist the Iron Throne's invasion.
"Roar~"
Horn Tide roared as he soared over the army that was setting up camp and cooking. He stumbled a bit, plunging into the group of dragons, then tumbled and scrambled several times before coming to a stop. Rhaegar jumped off the dragon's back, panting. He had been riding the dragon for a long time, and his legs seemed not to belong to him; he had to lean on Aemon's support to reach the commanders' table.
Daeron, dressed in pure black leather armor, silently gazed at the map.
"Prince Rhaegar, what is the enemy's situation?" asked Lord Benjicot Blackwood.
"They've just finished setting up camp." Rhaegar picked up Ilion's water skin, chugged a large gulp of light beer, then grabbed a piece of dried meat from his brother's plate and bit into it fiercely. After forcing the dried meat down with the light beer, he slowly said, "I saw elephants. About two-fifths of their army's cavalry are light cavalry, mostly unarmored." Rhaegar cautiously glanced at Danni, who was resting with her eyes closed nearby, and Jacaerys, who was silently wiping his longsword.
"Dothraki. If I'm not mistaken, those light cavalry are exactly like the Dothraki in the books."
"What's their direction of march?" Daeron finally looked up and asked.
"As you expected, Your Majesty, they are advancing towards our position." Rhaegar chewed his bread and swallowed it.
Daeron nodded and looked at the commanders around him: "Gentlemen, our opportunity has arrived."
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