Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 624

Chapter 624: The Bloodbath of the Iron Islands

At night.

King's Landing, Red Keep.

“Uncle, if you want to capture Norvos, you need to do it quickly.”

“We don't have that many troops.”

“But we have dragons!”

In the dim room, Rhaegar stood by the fireplace, baking in the dim light of the fire.

Daemon sat at the table, using leftover lemons dipped in salt to maintain the clan sword Dark Sister.

The uncle and nephew live in the same room, and it is rare for them to communicate calmly.

Those who are forced to do so, whoever calls the imperial meeting are just a bunch of people.

Ministers in peacetime cannot adapt to the thorny road of conquest.

Rhaegar glanced sideways, full of ambition: "Qohor occupies the vast forest, and Volantis blocks the southern gulf. If we can capture Norvos in the northern mountains, the most fertile golden wilderness in the entire eastern continent of Essos will be at our fingertips."

In the dim light of the fire, the shadow of his finger fell on the map on the desk.

Damon looked at it calmly, and saw a vast plain surrounded by mountains and forests.

Essos is a vast territory, several times the size of Westeros.

Talk about the Eastern Continent alone, there are three famous great plains.

They are the barren plains within Pentos, the Great Plains in the Disputed Lands, and the golden wilderness on the other side divided by the Andalus Mountains.

Among them, the Golden Wilderness is the richest, occupying a vast fertile land comparable to the Riverlands and the Reach.

In terms of food production and population base alone, it far exceeds the other two plains.

Rega continued: "The disputed land is very large, but the land can only be used along the river basin, which is far from enough for the family to accumulate wealth."

The pioneer knights founded more than a dozen small noble families, which were barely self-sufficient by relying on low taxes.

If you want to collect objective taxes, you will have to wait at least more than ten years of hard work.

That's too long.

“The Golden Fields is a fertile land, but its towns and markets are not much weaker than ordinary city-states.”

Damon said calmly, "Besides, Tiezhong Island and the Three Women Kingdom are both uncontrollable factors."

Wars are not easy to fight, especially protracted wars across seas and mountains.

Why did the Royal Council avoid the Qohor battlefield for several times and would rather discuss the election of a new prime minister?

It's not that the impact of the war was too bad and touched the interests of various families.

A single one said, the hive city where the Minister of Finance Lin Man is located.

Once the Summer Sea and Strait were blocked, Hive City's trade exported through Oldtown's port immediately stopped.

The food and troops produced by the family must also be provided to the Iron Throne unconditionally.

If one is unlucky and encounters the Iron Islands being plundered ashore, even the castle will be set on fire.

With such a risk, how can we act so easily?

“Every major decision of the royal family means the interests of countless nobles and knights behind it.”

Rhaegar knew the king's responsibility, but his face was slightly cold: "But I only care about my family."

Let's talk less about kingdom and honor, and don't talk about sacrifice and dedication.

The dark forces in the north are ready to move, and the entire continent of Westeros will be in danger.

　　One day when things become impossible, returning to the other side of the strait is Targaryen's first choice as the Dragon King family.

Occupy the Stepped Islands and the Disputed Lands, and then capture the three city-states of Volantis, Qohor and Norvos, and you can capture half of the wealth of the Essos continent.

At that time, the little Bluffs, Pentos and Lorath will be nothing more than remote places occupying the port.

Even if Lei Jia Qiuji couldn't conquer it in his lifetime, his descendants would still be able to ride a dragon and sweep across it.

They are the remnants who wandered and migrated from ancient Valyria to the continent of Westeros.

But it has only been established for three hundred years, and it has not reached the point where it is inseparable.

Returning to the old homeland and developing the family and the dragon are issues that the leader of the clan should consider.

“You are right, it is important to lay down the golden field.”

Daemon stopped wiping his sword and chuckled: "Corakxiu prefers the fat pigs of Qohor to the goats of Westeros."

“Then it's settled.”

Rhaegar pointed at each other's chests.

“If you want to implement your plan, you have to be focused on it and not be afraid of losses and deaths.”

Damon's eyes were in vain, "The two of us quickly set out to attack Norvos as quickly as possible, even if it burns it to ashes."

A city-state is not important, what is important is an excellent geographical location.

Rhaegar hit it off immediately and chuckled: "That's it."

The same night.

Iron Islands, Pike City.

"ah!"

"Dragon! Jump into the sea quickly..."

The damp and cold rocky islands and the tall and ugly ancient castles echoed with heart-rending screams of fear.

“Hiss!”

Brown fire light shot straight into the sky, illuminating most of the night sky.

Aemond had one dark eye and a cold voice: "Burn them all, leaving no one behind!"

“Hiss!”

Sheep thieves circled around Pike City, breathing dragon flames at every window, and burning the small insects running around on the dilapidated island.

“Spare my life, don't kill me…”

“Run quickly, the dragon is coming…”

In addition to lame and thin men, a large number of rock wives and salt concubines ran out of the house naked, but were accidentally hit by the dragon flames that were like mud spots.

With the screams and pleas for mercy, the entire island fell into boundless purgatory.

“Hahaha, these lowly iron people.”

Aemond laughed loudly, like a famous villain in the world.

There is no sense of inconsistency in the Iron Islands, which believes in "strength is better than hard work".

After midnight, the screams gradually disappeared and turned into the crackling of burnt flesh.

“Look! Where have they gone!”

Aemond was not satisfied with this, and he searched the island with a cold-faced dragon.

The Greyjoys are not here, and the infamous red sea monster is not here.

Even the Iron Islands fleet roaming the sea is not there.

“Damn it, are you all going to loot that muddy land in the countryside?”

Emond's one eye was so gloomy that it was about to drip with water, and he washed the blood of Pike City, Cross City, and Old Wyk Island in one breath.

More people were burned to death in one night than in the entire previous half of their lives combined.

“Hiss!”

The sheep thief roared with dissatisfaction, and his already shriveled belly was almost touching his chest.

“Stop barking, you idiot.”

Emond didn't want to give up, so his thoughts changed: “Come with me, let's go to the Basilisk Islands to have a good meal.”

The team that attacked my nephew included iron types and mercenaries.

The red sea monster couldn't catch the shadow, so it took the offal from the Three Women Kingdom to sacrifice the flag.

“Hiss!”

Once he heard that he had enough to eat, the sheep thief's mung bean-like vertical pupils widened and he happily flew to the summer sea.

One man and one dragon left in a hurry, leaving only the devastation on the ground after being burned by the dragon's flames.

The next day, it was dawn.

Over Blackwater Bay. “Hiss—”

Two giant dragons emerged from the sky, flew across the calm bay, rushed into the misty clouds and roared straight away.

The dark dragon is as big as a mountain, and its wings are like a curtain hanging from the sky.

The fishermen who got up early to catch fish were almost overturned by the strong wind in their small boats.

As soon as I stood up, cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

Another evil dragon with a scarlet body and a snake-like body chased after him, its broad wings lightly touching the sea surface, creating a small wave.

At the same time, Junlin was in the city.

The black raven flew out of the Red Castle, sending messages to noble castles across the continent.

“Hiss!”

“Hiss…”

A light blue and golden dragon flew out of the dragon's lair at the same time, flying to the Summer Hall and the Stone Steps Islands respectively.

The latest royal order this morning is to block sea routes in the Strait and Summer Sea.

Connected to the territory of Dorne, prepared troops under full martial law, and faced the pirates of the Basilisk Islands at all times.

The war continues, and the continent of Sothoros is trapped.

Red Fort, open-air corridor.

Tap tap tap…

There was a rush of footsteps, and the black boots were crisp and powerful.

Rhaenyra stood alone on the edge of the corridor, looking at the crowd of crows that were gradually disappearing.

There was a pause of footsteps, standing behind her.

Rhaenyra turned around when she heard the sound, and was a little surprised to see the person coming: "Belnyra, do you have anything to do with me?"

The person who came was none other than the adopted daughter Baela Targaryen.

Benila's eyes were stubborn and she said angrily: "Damon is gone."

Just like that, a person left without saying goodbye.

She has been waiting for him for three years, as if she had a reason to meet her father during the Dragon Clan Conference.

The other party just left without caring.

Hearing this, Rhaenyra felt soft in her heart and brushed her adopted daughter's cheek: "He has met you and saw that you are doing well, so he is relieved."

“He is my father, but he has not fulfilled his responsibilities at all!”

Benila is a stubborn person and is full of complaints about her father whom she has not seen for a long time.

“He's gone.”

Rhaenyra said helplessly.

Dimon is a person who is not good at expressing himself. Action is the best way to express his feelings.

The adopted daughter's nature is similar to that of her father, so the father and daughter are destined to be incompatible with each other.

“I'm going to find him.”

Benila made up her mind to show her worth.

She wants to use practical actions to tell Damon that she is a dragon knight like her grandmother and mother.

It doesn't take Gaimon and Inar having a small broad bean under their crotch to surpass her forever.

“Benila, they are going to the battlefield.”

Rhaenyra quickly stopped her, not daring to risk her adopted daughter.

Benila was indifferent and said angrily: "I can't let him look down on me like he looks down on Rhaena."

She has a healthy dragon, but also gets a blank look.

The younger sister has only one delayed dragon, and she is not put in her eyes by Dai Meng.

In a month, the father and daughter may not even have exchanged ten sentences.

“You really have to prove yourself, and it doesn't have to be on the battlefield.”

Rhaenyra sighed and changed her mind: "Go to Lys and Tyrosh, and defend the family's territory just like your grandmother patrolled the Throat."

Benila was startled when she heard this, biting her lower lip secretly.

Seeing this, Rhaenyra knew that persuasion was useful, and she hugged her adopted daughter Momo's head with compassion.

She has other big things to do and cannot devote more energy.

It seems that Mekar brought back a distinguished guest from Slaver's Bay, claiming to be of the orthodox Dragon King bloodline.

It's a little ridiculous, but you can't be careless.

Before the meeting, she arranged for her second son Aemon and the dragon man to take each other to the dragon's lair first.

See what it means to be a "real dragon".

In the morning, the sun is shining high.

A magnificent fleet flying three red dragon flags sailed through Blackwater Bay, passing by Dragonstone halfway.

“Hiss!”

The silver-gray dragon flashed past and headed straight for the throat without any hesitation.

Tailan stood on the deck, silently praying that this trip would save her brother.

“Otherwise, I might as well inherit Casterly Rock.”

With this idea in mind, the fleet quickly sailed out of Blackwater Bay.

At this time, on Dragonstone Island.

“Hiss!”

A young giant dragon with a dark body and scarlet dorsal fins and wing membranes hovered near Longshan, looking down and searching with sharp vertical pupils.

Boom—

A jet of dragon flames as black as night hit the steep mountain and erupted into billowing black smoke.

At the foot of Longshan Mountain, there is a hidden and cold cave.

“Huhu~~”

Berron gasped violently and secretly wiped away a cold sweat.

His black robe was burnt with holes, and his whole body was covered with dust and mud.

Like a wandering orphan in a flea hole.

“Old gods above, there really is a dragon attacking you.”

Hei Yali sat slumped against the stone wall, her withered chest rising and falling.

Nearly died.

Berron's eyelids twitched and he giggled: “I'll just say it.”

Boom—

During the conversation, the young black dragon disappeared, and the air around him seemed to solidify.

Berlon noticed something was wrong and crept out of the cave.

A low, thunderous roar echoed endlessly, mixed with the vicissitudes and loneliness accumulated over the years.

Berron held his breath and stared at the top of his head.

The white clouds are long and the sky is blue.

Longshan is majestic and motionless, with smoke rising from the crater.

Boom—

A huge beast with a dark green body and thick wrinkles on its body flew through the clouds, rolling up the clouds and breathing out dragon breath.

“Vhagar.”

Berron murmured softly.

(End of this chapter)

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