Game Of Thrones: I Became A Crown Prince For A Day
/ Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 531
Chapter 531 The Priestess of R'hllor
"attack!"
Our own boats crossed the River Rhoyne, and the archers, under the cover of the dragon, fired arrows in unison.
Robb led the Second Sons as the main force, and his arrows were fast and accurate.
There were more enemy ships and the number of soldiers was almost overwhelming.
However, under the dragon flames, the entire river seemed to be floating with green fireflies, and the wailing and crackling sounds of burning grease were endless.
In some small boat.
An elderly woman in gray robe hunched over, her folded hands reaching into the basin, her face as pale as paper.
"Mother-in-law, withdraw!"
"The dragon is too strong, we can't stop it."
A pair of young men and women wearing white robes sat on their knees facing each other, with cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads, and their olive-colored faces gradually became distorted.
The magic power is about to be drained, and the pain is on the verge of exhaustion.
"Wait a little longer. If I can't kill the Dragon King, I still have to stop the enemy on the other side of the river."
The old woman in gray robe drooped her eyelids, and her hoarse voice was filled with determination.
The two apprentices were unable to mobilize their magic power.
Blah blah blah...
The already fast-flowing River Lorne suddenly made huge waves.
A big wave hit and several small boats capsized instantly.
"Careful, watch the water."
Robb was shocked. He grabbed the plank of the ship and warned his brothers.
The boats are temporary replacement fishing boats with average stability and performance.
The ships were so far apart that they were immediately swept into the water before they could react.
The Second Sons are from the Riverlands, and most of them can swim.
There are many landlubbers in the Valley Knights, and they will sink to the bottom if they fall into the water.
call out! call out!
The remaining enemy ships took the opportunity to counterattack, raining down arrows.
"Hiss...ga..."
Korakxiu soared in, his scarlet wings swept away the dense arrows, and his dragon flames suppressed the enemy's firepower.
"Rush over and cross the river without dying!"
Damon shouted coldly and rode a dragon to divide the battlefield.
"Charge! Charge!"
"Cross the river without dying!"
The troops were inspired by morale and rowed faster despite the waves. Their faces turned red with excitement, as if they had been given a shot of blood.
Rega's face was calm, observing the battle situation below.
"Hiss..."
The ouroboros wraps around the fingertips and **** the black air from the shoulder.
After the wound was repaired, it slipped back into the palm of my hand.
"Glutton, let's cross the river!"
Rhaegar glanced at the several small sailboats hiding behind, and a cold and unconcealed light flashed in his eyes.
The glutton's green eyes were faint, his huge body cast a broad shadow, and he calmly crossed the river full of fire boats.
Rhaegar's purpose was simple.
Taking advantage of Damon's morale boost, they crossed the river in one go.
Occupying the town of Velonthes and Thamel on both sides of the Rhoyne River can cut off Volantis' inland support.
By then the army will march south, and Volantis will be an isolated city.
In the boat.
Along with the waves outside, the water vapor in the cabin was so thick that it seemed like a light rain had fallen.
Gulu gulu…
Blisters appeared in the basin, and water damage was everywhere.
The gray-robed old woman's face turned pale. She stood up shakily and weakly said, "Let's go."
She smelled a dragon.
The faces of the men and women in white robes were numb, they staggered and fell down, and their smooth skin shrank and aged little by little.
The Rhoynar's unique black hair, the sideburns faded to gray.
The old woman in gray robe had fierce eyes and scolded: "Get up, what time is it?"
But it's just a backlash, and his skills are really poor.
After shouting several times, the man and woman in white robes stared blankly, trying several times to get up.
The magic power is exhausted and the vitality is transformed.
The backlash brought by the body is difficult to adapt to.
"What a failure."
The old woman in gray robe was angry and took out a fist-sized sapphire from her arms, absorbing the wisps of aqublue luster.
The sapphire faded slightly, and the old woman's face improved slightly.
He grabbed the man and woman in white robes and dragged them out with difficulty.
We can't stay any longer, the dragon will not let every ship go.
The old woman in gray robe knocked open the cabin, and the smell of ashes and burnt meat filled her nostrils, making her breathless.
At this time, a shadow shrouded the head.
"Hiss-"
The green firelight descended, filling the air like smoke and fog.
The old woman raised her head hastily, and the green fire hit her face, burning away her eyebrows and her face.
"ah!"
The screams were particularly horrifying, echoing along the edge of the River Rhoyne.
The glutton hovered in the sky, stretched its neck and aimed at each ship, spurting out green dragon flames.
Rhaegar's eyes were cold and he held a glass candle in his hand. The candlelight reflected the tragic situation of the gray-robed old woman before her death.
Hurting people in the dark?
It is true that Targaryen is still a low-level dragon king and is not proficient in witchcraft.
Rhoy took a great reputation as a water wizard, and at the same time, he dared to fight against the invincible Freehold Empire.
He even achieved a brilliant record of attacking and killing three Dragon Kings.
But there is a saying that has always been said in ancient Valyria.
"Wizards are not scary. As long as you cut off your head, you will still die."
Rhaegar was full of fighting spirit. He looked at Samer on the other side of the Rhoyne River and shouted: "Destroy the city!"
"Hiss-"
The glutton slowly flew up to the top of the city, defying the defenders with scattered equipment, and spurted out a mouthful of dragon flame. Boom—
Green dragon flames swept across the city, and the city gate shattered.
Late at night, the moon and stars are sparse.
The city gate of Samer was lost and a new group of troops were stationed.
Two giant dragons soared at low altitude, hiding under the night and savoring the bloodshed during the day.
The camp, the commander's tent.
Rhaegar leaned back in his chair, resting his head back, closing his eyes and listening to Robb's report on the battle.
"Your Majesty, 90% of the casualties in this war were those crossing the river."
Robb was covered in blood and said righteously: "Two hundred of the brothers of the Second Sons were killed, and eighteen hundred of the Vale Knights were killed, fell into the water, or were seriously injured. A total of three thousand four hundred of the enemy were killed."
Rhaegar nodded silently and waved for him to retreat.
He probably knows the situation of the battle.
A total of five thousand mercenaries were stationed in Samer, and hundreds of boats, kerosene, bows and arrows were prepared in advance.
The purpose is to maximize the consumption of troops when the Iron Throne army crosses the river.
The dragon can burn the city, but it cannot occupy the city-state.
Without soldiers, the Iron Throne's initial assault on Volantis would end in failure.
After all, it would take less than half a year to travel long distances to reassemble a group of armed forces.
"How about it, do you want to organize the army to recuperate for a few days?"
Damon sat across from him, taking off his black steel armor and wrapping gauze around his arms.
The gauze was thickly layered, and blood seeped out of the plum blossoms.
Rega opened his eyes and glanced, and said calmly: "That's not necessary, our supplies won't last for a few days."
Attack Volantis, using the sea and land encirclement tactics of Myr's offensive.
The Second Son Regiment and the Valley Knights went into battle lightly, carrying half a month's worth of food and grass across the disputed land, and stood out as fast as the wind.
The intention was to occupy the two towns occupying both sides of the River Rhoyne as supplies.
Volantis was not entirely stupid, relying on the location of the Rhoyne River to respond.
The town of Velonces adopted a policy of non-resistance, and the army emptied out its supplies before entering the city.
Samer fought to the death and burned down the grain depot before breaking through the city.
Without a supply base, the army must capture Volantis as quickly as possible.
Damon tied the gauze with his mouth, picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "The soldier has sacrificed a lot and is not suitable to continue fighting."
Not only soldiers but also dragons get tired.
Especially the water wizard of Rhoynar appears, as sinister as a viper in the dark.
Rhaegar shook his head and smiled lightly: "Instead of thinking about these, it is better to think about how to invade Volantis."
He didn't care whether his soldiers lived or died.
The main force is the Valley Faction, and they are the ones who will die.
The Second Son Tuan has supported him for so many years, so he should make some sacrifices.
After the war is over, the fertile soil in the disputed land can be enfeoffed.
When Damon heard this, he immediately became interested: "It's easy to attack a city, it depends on whether you want a ruins or a city-state."
Apart from a black wall, the outer walls of Volantis are not strong.
But burning the city is really harmful to Tianhe.
Not to mention how many people died.
Just talking about the cost of rebuilding the city-state, it is an astronomical figure.
When Rhaegar captured Myr and Lys, dragons burned the cities, causing great losses.
Subsequent reconstruction will depend entirely on loans from the Iron Bank.
Damon is even more difficult.
In order to suppress the rebellion, Coraxio burned the city again and again.
Most of the people did not agree with his dominance and called him "executioner" and "invader".
There is no money in hand, and the reconstruction of the city-state is far away.
To this day, Tyrosh's most prosperous eastern city and port have been repaired, while the rest of the area is still scorched earth.
Rhaegar's mind was clear, and he was thinking about the cost of capturing Volantis.
I don't know if it's enough to steal the properties of the Tiger Party and the Elephant Party.
"Your Majesty, someone wants to see you."
Outside the camp, the soldiers were summoned to report.
Rhaegar and Damon looked up at the same time, doubts flashing in their eyes.
The rioters were suppressed, but there were no people left.
Rega thought for a moment and said, "Call in."
You can tell whether you are a friend or an enemy at the first sight.
After a while, rustling footsteps were heard, accompanied by a strong smell of fragrant powder.
The tent curtain opened, and a beautiful witch in red robe walked in.
Seeing the person coming, Rega frowned and said, "Priestess, why are you here?"
The red-robed witch took off her hood, revealing two teardrop tattoos on her cheeks, and smiled charmingly: "Of course, I would like to welcome His Majesty the Emperor back to Volantis."
As he spoke, he stepped out with a long white leg and saluted respectfully.
Daemon glanced at Long Legs and chuckled: "The emperor of Volantis is attacking his own city-state to rebel."
Rhaegar's face darkened slightly and he questioned: "Priestess, please speak clearly."
I rebelled against myself, what a big joke.
The red-robed witch did not speak immediately, but pretended to look around before saying, "Your Majesty, Volantis is not monolithic. Many people are looking forward to your return."
The word "return" is used well, it really makes Rhaegar the emperor.
Rega didn't believe a word of it and said displeasedly: "The Elephant Party is still an old aristocratic faction, let's just say it straight."
When you are in power for a day, you still make deals with powerful people.
How many people can remember him?
In the final analysis, the Tiger Party still dominates, and some people want to make small moves.
The red-robed witch approached step by step, pursed her lips and smiled softly: "I don't rule out that they admire you."
Rega's eyes were unkind, and his displeasure was palpable.
The red-robed witch stopped being presumptuous, swept away the dusty atmosphere, and returned to her straight face: "The Lord of Light told me that he does not want Volantis to be reduced to ruins, and hopes that a benevolent king will rule so that the people can live a stable life."
"has plans?"
Rhaegar had no time for nonsense and got straight to the point.
The red-robed witch's eyes narrowed and she said bluntly: "Tesrio of the Tiger Party is allied with Slaver's Bay. He has mercenaries from Braavos, scorpion crossbows made by Qohor, and water wizards hired by Asshai."
"Those wizards who control water magic are all heretics who disrespect the Lord of Light."
Speaking of this, the red-robed witch said solemnly: "I can take you to sneak into the black wall, and the Elephant Party will hold a meeting to wait for an opportunity to get rid of Teslio and the heretical wizard."
(End of chapter)
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