Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 451

Chapter 451 The Wrath of the Dragon

A simple sentence.

Each word is spoken more clearly than the last, showing an unchangeable and cold determination.

“The Wrath of the Dragon!?”

Rhaenys was stunned and subconsciously groped the dark sisters.

Helena quickly lowered her head, and **** scenes appeared in her mind.

The Wrath of the Dragon!

　　 is not just three words, or the name of an ordinary event.

　　That was during the First Dornish War, when Queen Rhaenys fell into Hellgate Castle, the Conqueror and Queen Visenya mourned the loss of their sisters, and launched an inhumane and cruel massacre.

The two siblings, riding Balerion and Vhagar respectively, attacked the entire territory of Dorne without explanation, burning every castle and village.

Any resistance will be reduced to ashes under the dragon flames.

Destroy all farmland, wells, and oases, regardless of whether the Dornishmen are dead or alive.

That dragon's wrath lasted for two years!

There is no intact castle in the whole of Dorne, let alone a piece of land that can be cultivated.

The number of Dornishmen who perished as a result was too numerous to be counted.

"The Dornishmen dared to assassinate my father, and their motives were even more sinister than the death of Queen Rhaenys. They hoped for a dragon's wrath."

Rhaegar's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's and he wrote lightly: “Then give it to them and let the world see the glory of ancient Valyria.”

“The wrath of the dragon.”

Damon murmured repeatedly, with interest in his eyes and a grin on his lips: "If you want my brother's life, you should pay for it with more lives."

Eye for eye, blood for blood.

This is in line with Dimon's tough character.

Rhaegar glanced at him and said nothing.

“Damon, please shut up first.”

Rhaenys stopped in a low voice, staring at her nephew who looked unusually calm, and admonished: "Rhaegar, this war in Dorne is to counter the rebellion, don't forget the original intention of the war!"

The source of all evil lies in Keolun's own selfish desires.

He has received the punishment he deserves and should not continue to expand the war.

Rhaegar looked normal and said, "Auntie, the war lasted for several months. Do you still remember why it started?"

Rhaenys immediately answered: "The wild dragon of the smoke sea, Mogul!"

The cause of the war was not Braavos, nor Dorne, nor Rhaegar and Daemon who attempted to invade the land.

　　It is Lys who captured Mogul and made a comeback from the Kingdom of Three Women.

Rhaegar followed closely: "Then why were the Three Women's Kingdoms destroyed and the battlefield expanded to Dorne?"

Why?

Rhaenys was stunned by the question and said hesitantly: "Keolan is afraid of the expansion of Targaryen's power. He has always had deep connections with Braavos and the Three Women's Kingdom."

It is said that Alexandra, who was burned to death by Dreamfire, also made a marriage contract with the son of the Sea King of Braavos.

“No!” Rhaegar denied, shaking his head with a smile.

Rhaenys was confused as to what medicine her nephew was selling in his gourd.

Rhaegar's eyes were filled with gloom, and he smiled and said: "Human desire is like a rolling stone. Once it starts, it cannot be stopped."

“Whether the Three Kingdoms, the Sea King of Braavos, or Koolen, they all covet the power of Targaryen and try to suppress and destroy the remaining Dragon King family.”

Rhaegar then continued: "The Three Kingdoms covet Mogul, Braavos hides dragon eggs, and Koorun takes advantage of the opportunity to invade the Stormlands and the Reach."

“They were like carrion vultures, hovering over the Targaryens, waiting for the dragon to weaken.”

Damon's eyes were intriguing and he clapped his hands gently in approval.

Although there is a lot of nonsense, he is willing to give encouragement as long as he is determined to kill all those idiots.

Rhaenys glared at him fiercely and sighed helplessly: "The conqueror used the dragon's wrath and failed to conquer Dorne, bringing hatred for generations."

“The Iron Throne wants to rule, not a territory of ash.”

All said and done, she did not agree with unleashing the dragon's wrath.

Another dragon's wrath will drag the kingdom into a swamp of war, and enough people will die already.

Rhaegar had made up his mind and just smiled: "War can bring peace, hatred is only because of insufficient strength."

Slowly stood up and looked directly into the opponent's eyes: "Don't forget, Lanino died in this war. How can I give him and all the fallen soldiers an explanation?"

"my son."

Rhaenys was stabbed in a painful spot, and the hand holding the sword was shaking.

Admittedly, she could not accept the death of her son.

She also hates the land of Dorne.

However, the war has moved overseas and Dorne should not expand any further.

Rhaegar walked to the window, looked at the dragons hovering over Yronwood City, and said: "The Conqueror only has three dragons, but we have more here."

The three people in the room were watching him all the time.

Rhaegar's expression became solemn and he spoke faster: "We have Glutton, Dreamfire, Coraxio, Melias, Sheepstealer, Sunfire, and up to six giant dragons here."

“There are also Seasmoke who lost his master, Wormithor who was driven back to Dragonstone, and even Vhagar who patrolled the Throat.”

“In the land of Dorne, the number of dragons we can dispatch far exceeds that of the Conqueror, and the first six dragons have all gone through the battlefield.”

Speak in one breath and analyze your own strength.

At the time of the Conqueror, Balerion was only a little older than Glutton, and Vhagar and Meraxes were equivalent to the three generations of dragons such as Corakxiu today.

Taking Glutton as the lead, along with Menghuo, who has basically reached adulthood, and the three mature dragons including Sheep Stealer, their strength has surpassed that of the first three dragons.

Damon's eyes were shining, and he couldn't wait to start the war.

Rhaenys hesitated, wondering about the pros and cons.

There was a knock on the door, and then it was pushed open.

Cole looked gloomy and handed over a letter: "Message from Black Harbor."

“Open!” Rhaegar nodded lightly.

Cole moved quickly, tore open the envelope and read it.

　　【There were 1,000 garrison troops in Blackport, and they were attacked by the Weir family at night. The castle suffered heavy losses, and not a single soldier was left alive.】

“How is Count Simon?”

Rhaegar asked.

Cole turned to the next page, his expression softening slightly.

“Earl Simon was besieged by enemies who invaded the castle. Fortunately, when the guards arrived, Lord Simon also killed two Dornishmen with his own hands.”

　　Even though it is hard for an old man to walk on weekdays, he is more energetic than a young man when being chased and chopped.

Hearing this, Rhaegar shook his head and laughed.

Yronwood City was ambushed, and Blackport was empty of troops, so it was natural that it could not escape the attack.

Earl Simon can block it, no doubt everyone will be happy.

Signaling Cole to leave, Rhaegar looked at Rhaenys again and said bluntly: "Auntie, what is there to hesitate about?"

The king in Yronwood City was almost killed.

Higang, which guarded the Bone Road, was almost lost.

You are merciful, but the Dornishmen only want to kill you.

Rhaenys was not a fool. She understood the pros and cons and took a deep breath: "You are right, human desires are like mountains and rolling stones. We have no choice!"

Rhaegar pursed his lips and chuckled.

Helena stood up straight awkwardly, hugged his arms with both hands, and whispered: "I'll help you."

"hehe."

Dai Mengpi had a half-hearted smile, and his eyes flashed with a cold vengeance.

Dorne, accept the dragon's wrath! …

Time flies, one week later.

Wormithor lost his driver and returned to Dragonstone to sleep alone.

Viserys was unconscious and had to be escorted all the way back to King's Landing.

The Cargel brothers also left together, while Cole stayed behind to continue leading the troops.

Donald led 15,000 Riverbend coalition troops to Yronwood City, took over the town and blocked the Bone Road.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

Sunspear City.

“Hiss…”

Under the blue sky, six giant dragons of different sizes spread their wings and soared, breathing dragon breath that was hotter than the sweltering heat.

To the west of the Old Palace, there is a densely populated Shadow City.

Tens of thousands of Dornish civilians gathered, with resentment hidden in their eyes, and they huddled timidly in the dirty shadow area.

Amid everyone's attention, a platform more than ten feet high was built.

An iron cage and dozens of spears.

Spears were inserted into the dead heads, and a naked man with a broken arm was locked in an iron cage.

It was the captured Haman Ulla.

Haman's arm was burned by dragon flames, and half of his body was severely burned.

After a week of detention, this guy's eyes were dull, and he lay curled up on his side, huddled like a dog in a narrow and cramped cage.

The iron cage was hung from a gallows to ensure that all the benefactors present could see clearly.

Damon stood on the high platform, waved his hand to lower the cage, and asked the soldiers to drag Haman Uler out like a dead dog.

"no no!"

Haman didn't know what he was going through. He was on the verge of a mental breakdown and yelled like a madman: “I'm not guilty, I'm not guilty…”

While roaring, his gray eyes uncontrollably glanced at the head stuck on the spear.

Many of them have gray pupils, their faces are ferocious, and their facial features are stained with blood.

"be honest!"

The soldiers punched, kicked, and pulled their hair.

Daemon looked down at the real murderer who almost killed his brother, forcing him to look at the heads stuck on spears and playing with the taste:

“Take a good look, your good sons, as well as the old and weak of the Uller family, they are all looking at you.”

The Ule family was almost wiped out.

Only Haman Uller is left.

Haman shook his head, his fat body trembled, and roared in confusion: "I am not guilty, I want to slay the dragon..."

He is obviously a dragon slayer who restores the glory of his ancestors.

Those who were tortured and killed in front of his eyes were not his children and clansmen.

No, definitely not...

“Don't waste your efforts on a dead man.”

Rhaegar stepped onto the high platform, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

The soldiers were in awe, dragged Haman Uler to the gallows, and put a rope around his neck.

Damon smiled and gave up the venue out of boredom.

With Raiga, he also came to power, as well as Moos of Wang Tsuki, who was only 5 years old.

Rhaegar looked down at the Dornish civilians below and publicly announced that Quill would be crowned the new Prince of Dorne in the name of the Iron Throne. The Martell family bowed to the Iron Throne.

Morse was appointed regent of Sunspear, taking charge of the Desert Guard throughout Dorne and assisting in the defense of the Prince's Pass Guard in the Crimson Mountains.

Henceforth, Dorne is nominally under the rule of the Targaryen dynasty.

Lega put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "It's time to take care of yourself."

Quill's face stiffened, and he walked slowly to the front of the stage, trembling: "In the name of the Prince of Dorne, I declare that the Dorne rebellion is over. Any nobles or civilians who disobey will be surrounded and suppressed throughout the territory."

Morse fully embraced his identity as a "loyal minister", held high the spear symbolizing Martell, and shouted for pacifism.

The commoners of Dorne were silent and looked at this scene blankly.

Especially the young Quill.

The ministers still want to fight to the death, so why does the prince surrender first?

Rhaegar was calm and knew the power of this method.

The Martell family has ruled Dorne for thousands of years and has long been entrenched.

Dorne is destined to fail to defeat the Targaryens.

Especially when the leader, Sunspear City, was destroyed and House Martell fell into the hands of the Iron Throne.

　　Not to mention letting the nobles and commoners of Dorne surrender after hearing the news, at least it is a matter of great justice.

Waving his hands, Quill and Morse stepped back.

Aemond sewed one eye shut and brought him a drumstick and a silver dagger.

This dagger is now called One Eye, so that the owner will always remember that it was hard-earned.

Rhaegar took the hammer and the dagger and walked towards the hanging Haman Uller.

"no no…"

In his frightened whine, Rhaegar raised the drumstick high and lowered it hard against his chest.

Poof!

The entire chest was shattered, the bones were dented in large areas, and the person was almost penetrated.

　　I tried my best, but the hammer head was embedded in the bone and could not be pulled out.

“Ho ho…”

Haman Uller's face was black and blue, blood seeped out from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and he was holding his neck and panting hard.

With every breath, the trachea blew up the broken lungs, and a series of blood bubbles appeared on the chest.

“The Uler family is destroyed, I said so.”

Rhaegar wiped his hands calmly, showing no emotion at all about getting revenge, and pulled out the one-eyed dagger and cut the hanging rope of the gallows.

Haman's whole body suddenly descended, and the rope tightly hugged his neck, making it impossible for him to even breathe.

Like returning to the light, kicking hard with both legs.

After more than ten seconds, it fell straight down.

Rhaegar watched the whole process and remained calm at all times.

The one-eyed dagger glowed with a hazy light, and there seemed to be a cheerful dragon roar coming from inside.

Immediately, a flash of light rushed out, split into two and got into the hands of Rhaegar and Aemond.

Rhaegar paid attention to those present, but no one noticed this.

Hand raised his palm, no pattern or anything like that was left behind.

To be honest, the blood flow speed is a bit accelerated, and it seems that he is becoming more sensitive to the smell of the dragon.

Rhaegar nodded secretly, threw the dagger to Aemond, ignored the Dornish civilians who witnessed the punishment, and turned around without looking back:

“The nobles of Dorne rebelled, accepted Prince Quill's request, and went to quell the rebellion throughout the territory!”

As soon as the words fell.

Six giant dragons raised their heads and roared, displaying their fangs as if chasing each other in a dance.

(End of this chapter)

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