Chapter 241 The End of Bracken
Time passes bit by bit.
Dusk falls.
On the hillside, Rhaegar lay flat on the soft grass, with his hands under his head.
Beside him, the glutton stood standing, with the front paws of its wings resting on the ground, its neck stretched out and its vertical pupils tightly closed.
Like the driver, he is recharging his energy.
Phew~
A gust of dusk wind ruffled his hair, and Rega shook his head, his eyes bright and bright.
Looking at the fiery clouds on the horizon and the sun gradually setting in the west.
He is waiting.
Wait until the sun completely sets.
Waiting for Bracken to spend the last minute and second of peace and fear.
Until then, he will ride the Glutton and reenact the burning of Harrenhal by Aegon the Conqueror.
No matter how impregnable the castle is, the dragon flames cannot escape!
Down the hillside.
The army was ready to go and sharpened its swords.
Syracuse and Dreamfire were lying at the foot of the mountain, watching the gluttons on the hillside with vigilance.
That giant dragon has been exuding a strong and terrifying aura.
Dragon flames accumulated in the chest.
"Sister, the sun is going to set."
Helena opened her eyes wide and pointed at the sunset.
Rhaenyra held her chubby hand and looked at the sunset as well.
Rhaegar's proclamation had spread throughout the army.
Everyone knew the end of Bracken was as the sun set.
When she didn't get a response from her sister, Helena shook her hand and frowned: "Brother is unhappy, we have to help him."
Rhaenyra looked at her in surprise, not expecting her to be so sensitive.
After thinking for a while, he said seriously: "Rega can solve it by himself."
"Oh fine."
Helena frowned and kicked the grass under her feet.
…
Stone fence city.
In the sacred forest, green fire burned brightly.
In the flames, subtle screams and the sizzling sound of burning flesh and blood could still be heard.
On the outskirts of the forest, Tohru looked horrified and was shaking with fear.
Sneak back to the castle without anyone noticing.
At this moment, the castle was in chaos.
Soldiers hauled barrels of wildfire toward the city walls.
Halfway through the move, we ran into trouble.
An officer shouted: "Tell the civilians to sift the sand quickly. Sand is needed to transport wildfires."
Wildfires are extremely unstable and explosive fuels.
After being made, it should be stored in sealed wooden barrels.
The inner wall of the barrel should have slightly uneven textures to increase adaptability.
When transporting barrels containing wildfires, they must be paved with soft sand to prevent them from shaking and causing an explosion.
Tru walked over with small steps, a pair of small eyes twinkling, and two restless hands stirring in his sleeves.
Both officers and soldiers noticed this bear-like delisted maester.
The officer said solemnly, "What are you doing here? You should be making wildfire in the cellar."
"No, it was the Count who asked me... to come."
Tru hesitated and told a small lie.
The officer asked suspiciously: "What did the Lord ask you to do?"
"I am the creator of wildfire, and of course I will help you move it efficiently."
Tohru's legs hidden under his gray robe were trembling, and he scratched his neck and said, "You only need sand to carry it. There is no difference between coarse sand and fine sand."
He told another little lie.
The coarse sand is mixed with stones and soil, which does nothing to reduce the shaking.
But the officers and soldiers don’t understand!
They are just a group of rough guys marching and fighting, and they don't understand the strict requirements of alchemy and creation.
It doesn't even bother you to think about how they do what they say above.
The officer pretended to think and agreed: "Okay, just use coarse sand and tell the civilians to bring more."
This is how work is, if you can cut corners and save effort, no one will take it seriously.
The little plot succeeded, Tru's heart was pounding, and he tiptoed away.
He entered the castle, walked to the hidden attic, and found a secret compartment.
Click——
The secret compartment was opened and a letter was hidden inside.
The letter reads;
"The Bracken family was bewitched by witches and betrayed their beliefs. They will be punished."
"I'm leaving. There is a secret passage in the horse corridor..."
This is a letter left by the old maester of House Bracken.
He had a premonition that something was going to happen and ran away through the secret passage in advance.
Tohru read the letter, kneaded it into a ball, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.
He is also going to run away.
…
At sunset.
The sky was dim, and the setting sun was setting little by little, reflecting the last touch of red.
on the hill.
The glutton swayed its body, a pair of wings spread out like a black curtain, its neck stretched forward, and its green vertical pupils flashed ferociously.
"Uh-huh! The sun is setting!"
Rhaegar groaned and sat up with his hands on the grass, his cervical spine tired.
"Roar……"
The glutton let out a low growl and kneeled down on the ground for the driver to ride on.
It couldn't wait to burn the city.
"Good friend, you are my lifelong companion."
Rhaegar stroked the glutton's dark scales, his smile as pure as when he was a child.
It's hard to imagine what the Targaryens would be like if they lost their dragons.
Climb up the ladder and make a saddle.
Rega took a breath and shouted loudly: "Fly, Glutton!"
"Hiss..."
The glutton raised its head and roared, fluttering its wings and flying high into the sky.
…
The sun has completely set.
The moon is hidden and the stars are sparse, and Shili City is shrouded in darkness.
"Keep your eyes wide open, be careful not to let the enemy touch you!"
Officers dressed as knights patrolled the battlements and scolded the lower-level soldiers.
The soldiers remained silent and patrolled around with torches.
However, it was pitch dark, making it difficult to see clearly beyond a certain range.
A tall soldier secretly communicated with his companions: "Do you think the dragon will burn the lord to death?"
The companion rolled his eyes and said disgustedly: "Before the dragon burns the lord to death, he must burn us all to death."
You idiot, you are still worried about others.
Huhu——
Suddenly, there was a sound of flapping wings, and the flames on the torches swayed in the cool breeze.
"Be alert! The dragon is coming!"
The officer shouted loudly and drew his sword.
The soldiers were tense, holding weapons in hand, standing back to back and staring in one direction.
Unfortunately, the sound seemed to appear out of thin air, and the dragon was nowhere to be seen.
Tick-tock——
A drop of cold sweat dripped down his cheek, and a soldier trembled and swallowed unconsciously.
This feeling of waiting for death is so damn torture.
"Listen carefully, the sound disappears."
Suddenly, a soldier spoke in surprise.
Others pricked up their ears and found that the sound was gone.
"Could it be that the dragon flew over the city wall and didn't care about us?"
The lucky soldier whispered.
The soldiers thought it was reasonable and couldn't help but feel relieved.
At this moment, a sudden young boy's voice sounded.
"Dragon Flame!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the air instantly rose.
"Hiss-"
A dull dragon roar sounded like a bell, and the green dragon flames followed closely and fell on the battlements full of soldiers.
boom--
Dragon flames fell from the sky, swallowing up all the soldiers in an instant and turning the dark night sky into a weird green.
It was only then that a huge, vague figure appeared in the night sky.
The sky above Shili City.
The glutton took advantage of the night, his dark body slowly hovering, and the mist-like green dragon flames spurted out.
"ah!……"
"Go to the wildfire, the dragon is coming..."
"It's too late, run away..."
On the city wall, the soldiers of the Bracken family screamed and wailed, rolling in the dragon flames and struggling in vain.
Rhaegar, dressed in black robes, was riding on the back of a dragon, overlooking the tragedy below.
His lips moved slightly and he said: "Burn them all!"
Saying the coldest words, there was no emotion in his heart.
"Hiss..."
The glutton roared angrily, flapped its wings and circled over the city wall, dragon flames spurting out over and over again.
Outside the city, three miles away.
Samwell, Robb and others waited patiently, looking at the direction of Stonehedge City.
A green flame illuminated, and then the fire continued to expand.
Samwell's eyes lit up and he shouted: "Come on, everyone, surround Stonehedge City!"
"Rush!!"
The soldiers swarmed up and ran towards Shili City.
Their task is to block the city gate and not let a single Bracken go.
…
Stone fence city.
The outer city wall fell into the sea of fire, and the soldiers' defense was of no use, and they were all killed in the dragon flames.
In the urn city not far away, Amos looked at this scene in shock.
A huge black dragon wandered in the night sky, its flames washing the city walls as easily as a maid washing dishes.
After coming back to his senses, Amos said angrily: "Move out the wildfire and aim at the dragon!"
He had expected that the soldiers in the outer city would not be able to stop the dragon.
Wildfire is hiding in Wengcheng, waiting for the dragon to show up.
The soldiers obeyed and went to pull out the wildfire on a cart and carefully placed it on the catapult.
"put!"
An order was given, and more than a dozen catapults were launched at once, hurling towards the giant dragon in the night sky.
Bang bang bang...
The distance was too far, and the wildfire flew halfway and fell on the outer city wall.
The wildfire seems to be integrated with the dragon flame, indistinguishable from each other.
This change caught Rega's attention.
With the help of the diffuse fire, Rhaegar could clearly see the catapults placed up and down the barbican city.
"Glutton, attack the inner city!"
"Hiss..."
The gluttonous dragon flame stopped, fluttered its wings and flew towards the urn city, aiming at the catapult.
Dragon flames are extremely fast, far faster than soldiers throwing wildfire.
Before the dragon's flames could incinerate the catapults, the high temperatures would detonate the wildfires.
The next second.
Rumble——
Barrels of wildfire exploded, the explosions resounded through Shili City, and green flames shot into the sky.
"Ah! The wildfire exploded..."
"It's so hot...run away..."
The wildfire spreads faster than the glutton's dragon flames.
In an instant, the walls of Wengcheng were surrounded by wildfire and burned fiercely.
Rhaegar raised his eyebrows, thinking that there was an unexpected gain.
Amos was indeed stupid enough to think of using wildfire to fight the dragon.
Wildfire, an unstable alchemical product, was naturally defeated by a giant dragon with air superiority.
Taking a closer look, we can see that the front and back of Wengcheng were burned by wildfire.
Listening to the shouts in the city, it seems that there are still many soldiers trapped inside.
It feels a bit powerless to kill a chicken with a knife.
After pondering for a moment, Rhaegar gave the order: "Glutton, fly to the castle!"
There’s no doubt about the stickiness of wildfires.
Wengcheng was surrounded by wildfire, and the people inside could not hope to escape intact.
He was going to the Bracken family's castle to fulfill his promise.
The Bracken family's bloodline is cut off!
The glutton flapped his wings, his eyes flashed with disgust at the wildfire, and he flew away happily.
What a garbage flame, it has the same color as its dragon flame.
The disgusting rancid smell made the dragon gag.
