Chapter 212 Helena’s Determination

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There was a sound of footsteps, and Rhaegar and Rhaenyra entered the hall.

Viserys's eyes lit up and he beckoned: "Rhaegar, come to your father."

Rega approached with a smile, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Mushroom and the others running away.

Viserys smiled brightly and subconsciously placed his hands on the armrests of the Iron Throne.

The palm of the hand touched the armrest made of the sword, and a bloody gash was immediately cut into the palm of the hand.

"Hiss! Damn it!"

Viserys gasped and shook his hands in annoyance.

In his hurry, he forgot to pay attention to the sharp blade on the Iron Throne.

"Father……"

Seeing this scene, the expressions of the siblings changed.

Rhaegar stepped forward, climbed the steps to the Iron Throne, and walked up to his father.

"How are you?"

He looked at the wound worriedly.

There was a small cut, and blood seeped out in strands, all over his hand in an instant.

Viserys pinched his bleeding palm and forced a smile: "It's okay. Just go back and ask the maester to bandage it."

Rhaegar was silent, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

How could it be okay?

My father's cut never healed, and even Ouroboros couldn't treat it comprehensively.

Rhaenyra took out a veil and passed it through the dense swords under the Iron Throne.

"Okay, okay, it's just a small wound, there's no need to mobilize so much troops."

Carefully cared for by his children, Viserys shook his head and laughed, taking the handkerchief to cover the wound.

He's the one who's the father, as if he's vulnerable.

Don't worry if you feel a little bit petty.

"Rhaegar, do you think Dorne's marriage conditions should be agreed to?"

Viserys asked with a look on his face, returning to the topic.

This was the opinion he was eager to hear now.

"Father, I don't quite agree."

Rhaegar had already thought of his words and muttered: "Dorn is waging war while seeking peace through marriage, which shows no sincerity."

"I understand this. The kingdom and Dorne are at odds with each other."

Viserys said sadly.

Previously, there was the Battle of the Stone Step Islands caused by the Three Women's Kingdom.

Later, Dorn supported the Three Women's Kingdom and got involved in the war.

Keolun sent an envoy to request marriage at this time, with no more than two purposes.

Marrying a Targaryen princess, Dorne withdrew its troops and maintained peace for a period of time.

Targaryen refused to marry, Dorne sent troops, and a wider war broke out.

"Oh, let me think about it."

Viserys sighed and held his forehead helplessly.

…

A certain room in the Red Keep.

The window of the room opened, and a pair of dark-skinned hands stretched out holding the raven.

"Go and bring the news back to Sunspear."

The big hand released, the raven flapped its wings, and flew far away from the Red Keep.

Settle stuck his head out, looked around cautiously, and closed the window again.

He already knew the news of the defeat of the Three Women's Kingdom.

During this time, he saw the attitude of the imperial ministers.

Most of them are staunchly haters of Dorne.

The demand for marriage has basically ended.

He wants to pass the news to Prince Keolen to make better choices for the next decision.

Outside the Red Fort.

The raven flew leisurely in the sky, heading in the direction of Dorne.

Suddenly, a pebble flew from the ground.

With a bang, it hit one of the raven's wings hard.

"quack……"

The raven screamed and fell to the ground.

Shiliu, who had curly brown hair, walked out of the darkness with a smile on his lips.

He grabbed the writhing raven on the ground, pulled out the letter pot from his leg, and said with a click of his tongue: "I really want to report the letter."

He took the letter, broke the raven's neck, and threw it into the moat.

…

Tyrosh, Garden of Wine.

In a high pavilion surrounded by exotic flowers and plants, several people were sitting around a round table.

The king of Tyrosh, an old man in silk robes.

A Myr youth with curly black hair and olive skin.

There were three other people sitting on the side of the Mir youth.

A tall, fat man with dark skin and luxurious clothes.

A tall, thin old man with blond hair.

An ordinary young man with short black hair.

Opposite them, Sandro Rogar of Lys sat with his brother, Sandro Rogar.

Lissandra Luojiaer has silver hair and blue eyes, a kind face, and a smile on his lips.

At first glance, he looks like a young and promising philanthropist.

The old man in brocade robes patted the table with a gloomy expression: "The mercenaries in front have all been wiped out, and we have lost the Stone Step Islands."

"It's all because of your carelessness that the army was burned down by the dragon."

The fat black man from Mill looked angry and not polite at all.

In order to hire mercenaries, he invested a lot of money.

"The army is gone, we have lost the war!"

The thin old man from Myr wielded his scepter and his voice was hoarse.

"Think about what to do. Should we stop fighting and abandon the Stepped Stone Islands in despair?"

Sandro looked ugly and just wanted to make up his mind quickly.

If the quarrel continues, 30% of the Allied Powers will be dispersed.

As soon as the words were spoken, the attic became quiet.

A group of tycoons with countless fortunes lowered their heads and calculated the gains and losses.

The last war failed and the Tri-City Allies suffered heavy losses.

At that time, many people present were not yet the kings and governors of their respective city-states.

Because of the failure of the war, the previous batch of monarchs and governors were on the verge of bankruptcy and were attacked by groups.

In a bloody and cruel overt and covert struggle, the top leaders of the Three Cities Allied Powers were reshuffled.

The old man in golden robes assassinated the then monarch, spent a lot of money to bribe officials, and elected the new monarch.

The same is true for several governors of Myr.

The former governor of Reese was charged with being defeated in the war. The crowd broke into his house and had his head chopped off in public.

Lissandra Rogal originally did not want to be elected governor.

However, he is too rich, and the wealthy people in Reese only believe in people who are richer than them.

He reluctantly became the new governor.

Now, everyone present is the beneficiary of the failure of the last war.

They all also know the serious consequences of failure in the war.

This is the cruelty of the Free Cities' electoral system.

"Fight! At this point in the war, there is no room for us to retreat."

The swarthy fat man slapped the table and was the first to express his position.

All his family property was invested in the war, and if he just sat back and watched the war fail, he would go bankrupt.

The Myr young man frowned: "No matter how hard we fight, all the mercenaries are dead, and the remaining ones can't be hired for any money."

"No need to hire."

Lissandra was very calm and said rationally: "The mercenaries are unreliable, we can start from Slaver's Bay."

"Buying a slave?"

The swarthy fat man's face turned darker, and he was very sensitive to spending money.

"No, buy the Unsullied!"

Lissandra said: "I contacted the great master of Astapor, and we paid for three thousand Unsullied, which is enough to deal with the thousands of troops in Westeros."

There are three cities in Slaver's Bay.

Yunkai, Astapor, Meereen.

The three cities are rich in slaves and mercenaries, making them the largest slave country in the world.

Astapor is most famous for its castrated slave army, the Unsullied.

Every Unsullied person is raised and trained starting from a 5-year-old boy.

After many cruel selections, I lost my emotions, pain, and self.

Therefore, the Unsullied's combat power is extremely elite.

Never steal, rob or rape.

Follow orders and obey the slave master 100%.

There was an astonishing record of 3,000 Unsullied defeating 50,000 Dothraki knights head-on.

A new proposal appeared, and everyone present had their own plans.

"The price of the Unsullied is extremely expensive. Even if I buy three thousand people, I will have to resell the property."

The old man in brocade robes thought deeply.

Lissandra said indifferently: "Good things are always expensive, we can share it equally."

The Myr young man said reluctantly: "In front of the dragon's breath, elites like the Unsullied are just tougher bugs."

There is no doubt about the power of the dragon on the frontal battlefield.

No matter how many people there are, they can't stop the dragon flames, and they can't escape the fate of being turned into charcoal.

"After the Battle of Bloodstone Island, the army in Westeros does not exceed 5,000 people. The Unsullied can log in to the loosely defended Gray Gallows Island at night and use the geographical advantage to delay the war."

From Lissandra's point of view, confronting a dragon head-on was something only fools could do.

In the last Stone Step Islands War, the crab feeders took advantage of the terrain and delayed the war indefinitely.

The armies of Velaryon and Daemon Targaryen were nearly overwhelmed.

If Damon hadn't lured the enemy alone, the pirates of the Three Women Kingdom hiding in the cave would have rushed out in a swarm.

Nor will it end in a disastrous defeat.

"It's a good idea, but there are several Targaryen dragons, and we still don't have the advantage."

The old man in brocade robe cast a shadow on the dragon.

Lissandra took out a letter, threw it on the table, and said calmly: "A personal letter from Keolan Martell. He is willing to send troops to help. The troops are at Prince's Pass, threatening the rear of the Targaryen Dynasty."

"Very well, the Dornish people just like to get involved in war."

The old man in brocade robe thought for a while and said, "Then buy three thousand Unsullied and recruit a group of mercenaries."

"What tactics should be adopted?"

Lissandra didn't want the soldiers he bought with huge sums of money to die in mysterious circumstances.

"Mercenaries sneak attack on Gray Gallows Island, waiting for news from Dorne."

The old man in golden robes analyzed step by step: "If Dorne sends out troops, we will send out the Unsullied. If Dorne does not move, the Unsullied will be our shield."

No matter what, the first priority is to ensure your wealth and life.

Others thought about it and agreed with this proposal.

Some of them were wealthy, and their status could be guaranteed even if they lost in battle.

Some people make a desperate move and lose their lives if they fail.

The plan drawn up by the brocade-robed old man and Lissangzhuo was acceptable to both parties.

…

King's Landing, Dragon's Lair.

Several dragonmen, armed with sticks and whips, drove the Dreamfire out of the crypt in High Valyrian.

Menghuo crawled slowly, its well-proportioned body was like jade, and its slender tail swayed gently.

"Menghuo, I'm here!"

Helena stood on tiptoes and shouted towards Meng Huo.

Menghuo turned the dragon's head and locked his eyes on the little girl he was already familiar with.