Until he was carried into the night sky by Viseryon, Tyrion Lannister still couldn't believe that it was all true.

Caesar didn't lie, is there really Targaryen blood in my body?

Tyrion had also heard rumors that the Mad King Aerys was infatuated with his mother.

It is said that on the day of Duke Tywin's wedding, the Mad King openly declared at the wedding banquet that it was a great pity to depose the First Night Right.

Later, Duke Tywin's break with the Mad King was also related to this.

Of course, these are some vague speculations, and there is never tangible evidence that the Mad King is having an affair with the Duchess.

But now, Tyrion finally realizes that he is the real proof.

He's actually the blood of the Mad King!

At this moment, Tyrion didn't even know whether to cry or laugh, or finally let go that he hadn't become a father-killer after all.

Perhaps this also explains why he has had a morbid fascination with dragons since he was a child.

When he first visited King's Landing for the wedding of his sister Cersei and King Robert, he made up his mind to see the dragon skulls hanging from the throne room.

Unfortunately, these skulls have been replaced by the new king with elaborate frescoes.

The undying Tyrion found the skulls in the damp passages, and stood there for hours with torches in his hand and staring at the shiny black bones.

Imagine the scene of a demon dragon spreading its wings, flying in the sky, spraying fire.

He even fantasized about being able to ride on the back of a dragon.

Then even if he is a stunted, deformed and twisted dwarf, he can look at the whole world!

And now, he actually rode on the back of the demon dragon.

Even when he was about to face the most formidable enemies, Tyrion was undaunted.

Even he was extremely fortunate to be able to realize his childhood dream before he died.

Moreover, as a dragon knight, he died in the battle to defend King's Landing, and Tyrion also felt that he had no regrets.

Perhaps thousands of years from now, his name will still be sung by bards.

At the thought of this, Tyrion felt as if a fire was burning in his chest, almost spewing out and burning everything.

So, he actually stood up on the dragon's back, held the dragon crystal spear high, and roared:

"Rush! Viselion, rush! ”

When the golden dragon heard his master's order, he immediately flapped his wings and accelerated violently.

Due to inertia, Tyrion stumbled and nearly became the first dragon knight to fall from the dragon's back and die.

"It's still Targaryen smart, you should get a dragon saddle!" Tyrion crouched back on the dragon's back, muttering but with much more honesty.

At this time, he also saw that the ice dragon had just flown over the Prime Minister's Tower and let out a roar.

Ice-blue breath poured down, bombarding the tower.

Bang!

The tower, which has endured more than 200 years of wind and rain, let out an overwhelmed wail.

In the next second, the Prime Minister's Tower broke in the horrified eyes of everyone.

Boom Boom –

Half of the spire, which had been frozen into a huge lump of ice, slammed into the ground, kicking up large clouds of ash and dust, as well as countless shattered corpses.

At this time, Tyrion rode Viserion to suddenly kill.

"Bite its wings!"

There was a tacit understanding between the dragon and the dragon knight that could not be described in words, so even if the partnership had just been reached, Vicelion immediately understood his master's intentions, and pounced on the ice dragon, opening his huge mouth and biting the opponent's left wing, which was as thin as ice crystals.

Click-

The ice dragon's translucent wings seemed to be its weak point, cracking under Viseryon's bite.

But it also infuriated the ice dragon.

It jerked its long, anaconda-like neck and opened its jaws to breathe a blue breath at the golden dragon.

Snort –

Even if Tyrion hid behind the golden dragon, he could feel the chill that penetrated deep into his bone marrow, and no matter how thick the wool coat he wore on his body, he could not stop its invasion.

Almost instantly, Tyrion froze.

Thankfully, Viserion came to his senses and spewed flames at the ice dragon's skull.

Frost and flame collided violently in mid-air like two brightly colored water guns.

The aftermath of the battle that splashed out made the surrounding soldiers experience the taste of ice and fire.

"Spread out! Disperse! ”

Sir Noah Rowan wields his sword to disperse the soldiers.

In the war between the dragon and the ice dragon, it is difficult for humans to intervene.

After all, dragons are so big that humans look like ants in front of them, and swords and spears are no different from toothpicks and needles.

The only weapon that can threaten the dragon is the giant crossbow equipped at the head of the city.

However, the effect of the previous hit did not seem to be ideal, and the dragon on his side was entangled with the ice dragon, and it was easy to accidentally get injured by firing crossbow arrows rashly.

At this time, the only thing the defenders in the Red Keep can do is to help clean up the ghouls created by the Ice Dragon's Breath.

In the night sky, Tyrion rode on the back of a dragon, his body falling apart as the dragon jolted violently as the dragon fought.

He could even hear the overwhelming creaking of his own bones.

It's good that I didn't eat dinner. That's the only thing Tyrion rejoices about.

Otherwise, it will be a shame to spit on the dragon's back......

Just as Tyrion was thinking, a sharp sound of breaking the sky rang in his ears.

Whoosh –

He keenly sensed that an extremely dangerous aura was approaching, and subconsciously lowered his head-

Swish!

An ice spear flew past Tyrion's cheek, the icy aura that almost made his blood clot.

"Hey! Didn't hit! Tyrion broke out in a cold sweat, but still yelled defiantly at the Ice Dragon Knight on the other side.

But the next moment, I saw the Ice Dragon Knight stretch out his hand, holding it out of thin air, and the wind and snow solidified into another spear between his palms, and the spearhead flashed with a faint blue piercing cold light.

"!" Tyrion cursed, his heart sinking.

Although he also has a dragon crystal spear in his hand, in terms of throwing skills, Tyrion is not much behind an underage child.

How high can a dwarf be in martial arts?

But when it came to the end, Tyrion wouldn't back down, and he didn't think about returning from the moment he flew into the air.

His fiancée's advice from Shae echoed faintly, but deep down, Tyrion had the idea of dying generously.

When I was alive, I was not respected, and when I died, someone should sing my praises.

Facing the oncoming ice spear, Tyrion did not dodge or dodge, and actually stood up from the dragon's back, and the dragon crystal spear in his hand was raised high, and he was about to rush forward.

He didn't choose to throw, because Tyrion couldn't trust his spot.

Moreover, unlike the Strange Spirit, which could condense an ice spear from the wind and snow, this Dragon Crystal Spear was his only weapon.

He only had one chance to attack.

So, instead of paying attention to the stranger, he rushed to the ice dragon that was grappling with Viseryon.

He knew very well that this ice dragon was the real threat to King's Landing.

As long as you kill it, the strange ghost won't be able to make much of a storm.

Moreover, slaying a dragon is an irresistible temptation for anyone.

Tyrion had heard Saven the Mirror Shield slaying dragon story countless times since he was a child, and today, he has the same ambition!

It's a pity that he underestimated the difficulty of slaying dragons and overestimated his own strength.

Although he used all his strength to stab the dragon crystal spear into the ice dragon's body, he didn't expect that the ice crystal-like scales were so hard and smooth, and the dragon crystal spear slashed across the surface of the scales, failing to break through the defense at all, leaving only a shallow trace.

The ice spear thrown by the Ice Dragon Knight had already pierced deep into Viseryon's abdomen, causing the Golden Dragon to let out a painful hiss again.

Didn't I save King's Landing this time?

Tyrion thought desperately.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a hot current coming from the dragon crystal spear, down his arm and straight to his body.

A magnetic voice rang in his ears, chanting incantations he didn't understand.

"Melisandre?" Tyrion looked down, and seemed to see the fiery figure standing in front of Megar, performing some kind of sorcery.

In an instant, Tyrion found his body filled with explosive power, a feeling of unprecedented power that made him feel like he was on top of the world.

"Whew-"

Viserion roared again, visibly losing ground in the grappling, and his entire body was crushed by the ice dragon.

Instead of falling off the dragon's back, Tyrion grabbed the scales with agility, jumped onto the golden dragon's neck, and then jumped onto the ice dragon's left wing.

In a few breaths, he was like a dexterous little demon monkey, rushing to the head of the ice dragon.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Ice Dragon Knight immediately rushed over, and once again condensed an ice spear in his palm, stabbing at Tyrion.

And Tyrion ignored the threat behind him, and only stared at one place-

Ice Dragon's Eyes!

He knew that was the most vulnerable part of the dragon.

He was as strong as Mirasis back then, but he was also shot in the eye by an arrow from a Ballista from the Dorn, and fell to his death in Fort Hellgate.

And today, Tyrion, with the help of the red-robed witch and the golden dragon Viserion, also pierced a dragon crystal spear into the ice dragon's left eye.

Phew!

"Die! Bastard! Tyrion roared.

He could sense that his spear had pierced through the eye of the ice dragon, and that it had penetrated so deep that it had gone straight to the brain.

So, Tyrion once again exerted all his strength and frantically stirred the dragon crystal spear.

"Whew!!!"

The ice dragon let out a terrifying roar of pain.

The roar was filled with the smell of death, and Tyrion could hear it.

He closed his eyes contentedly, ready to meet the ice spear of the Ice Dragon Knight behind him.

Being able to die as a "Dragon Slayer Hero" made Tyrion incredibly content.

However, the expected tingling and cold did not come, and he only felt himself tumbling and falling.

The defenders of the Red Keep were all attracted by the terrible hissing of the ice dragon, and in the light of the torches, they could only see the golden dragon and the ice dragon entangled and falling from the sky.

Thundered!

Two massive bodies smashed down to the south of the Prime Minister's Tower, crashing into the buildings on the ground, including the southern walls of the Red Fort.

The earth trembled violently, and the dust and wind and snow stirred up, forming a fog barrier in midair.

The two dragons had already slammed into the walls, tumbled out of the Red Keep, and finally came to a halt among the cliffs and reefs near the sea.

Tyrion woke up in a daze, only to feel that there was nothing in his body that was painless.

The surging power that filled the whole body just now also receded like a tide, and the temperature left together.

Tyrion felt like he was about to freeze into a lump of ice.

He turned his stiff neck with difficulty, looked to his left, and saw the ice dragon lying among the rubble, its huge head hanging limply, and a dragon crystal spear stuck in the socket of his left eye—

That's your own masterpiece!

Looking at the ice dragon's colorless eyes, Tyrion felt a strong sense of pride and pride.

I really slay the dragon!

Viserion also fell beside the ice dragon, and it looked badly wounded, covered in wounds and frostbite, especially the hideous scar on its stomach, which almost disemboweled.

But at least there is no danger to life.

Tyrion even felt that the victory was a little too perfect, until he saw another figure-

Ice Dragon Knight.

Finished. Tyrion watched the strange spirit walk towards him with a spear, and felt his heart sink straight down.

"Viseryon!" He shouted for his mount, "Help me! ”

It's a pity that the golden dragon is too seriously injured to move.

"Melisandre!" Tyrion longs for the Red Robe Witch to give him another power.

If he could become as powerful as he had just been, he would have the confidence to have a duel with this stranger.

Unfortunately, he didn't feel the warmth again.

"Noah! Bode! Come and save me! ”

Neither the defenders nor Tyrion's squires had yet to make it.

"The gods save me......" Tyrion felt more religious than ever.

Unfortunately, the gods did not answer his prayers either.

The strange ghost was still approaching, walking in an unhurried and unhurried manner, as if admiring the desperate struggle of its prey.

"Lao Tzu fought with you!" With the last bit of strength in his body, Tyrion got up from the snow, pulled out the dragon crystal spear stuck in the eye of the ice dragon next to him, and then rushed towards the stranger.

With an indomitable momentum.

It's a pity that he is too short, less than half the height of the ghost.

He was also so weak that he stumbled and almost fell after a few steps.

"Ah!!h Tyrion roared wildly, as if he wanted to bring out all the fear in his heart.

Then, he closed his eyes.

Die or die, at least on the way to the charge. Tyrion thought.

Get ready to die.

But death did not come.

Click-

With a crisp sound, Tyrion felt as if his spear had pierced into something.

He opened his eyes in disbelief, and saw that the spear in his hand had pierced into the lower abdomen of the strange spirit, and came out of his body.

The gods have appeared? Tyrion looked in disbelief at the tip of the ice spear that stopped a few feet in front of him, only to realize that he was so close to death.

But why didn't the other party stab it?

Boom!

The wraith fell to his knees feebly, just looking at Tyrion with a complicated gaze.

A gaze that felt so familiar to Tyrion.

An impulse surged in his heart, and he stepped forward to take off the strange ghost's ice crystal mask.

Sure enough, under the visor was an incomparably familiar face.

"James?" Tyrion shuddered and felt a panic like never before, "You, what's wrong with you?" How could it be ......"

"Little brother...... "Jaime said with a smile, "I knew that one day, you would be a great hero...... You are smarter than me, braver than me...... It's not like me, who only does stupid things......"

"Nope! That's not true! Tyrion suddenly pounced on him and hugged his brother.

But he found that Jaime's body was gradually dissipating like smoke.

"Little brother...... "Jaime smiled faintly, "you're ...... Real ...... Lannister......"

Soon, his body melted into the wind and snow, leaving only a puddle of icy water in its place.

Tyrion knelt there helplessly, his head bowed, and he couldn't stop shaking.

The searching soldiers finally found it, and when they saw the dead ice dragon, they immediately burst into enthusiastic cheers.

But in this moment of excitement, Tyrion didn't feel the glory of being a hero.

He felt nothing but an endless cold.

(End of chapter)