Chapter 362 Valyrian Steel Sword Changxia

Chapter 362 Valyrian Steel Sword—Changxia

Seven days later.

Dragonstone, Picture Table Hall.

"Everyone, now that we are all here, it is time to formulate a strategic approach."

In front of the black stone table, Rhaegar looked around at the people present with a solemn expression.

All members of the Targaryen and Velaryon families, the Lord Chancellor, Bartimus Celtigar of Crab Island, Royce Cullen representing Storm's End...

Collis contributed a map of the Narrow Sea that was two meters wide and five meters long, pointed to the location of the Stone Step Islands, and said in a deep voice:

"The Iron Throne has officially declared war on the Three Women's Kingdom. The Three Women's Kingdom has been secretly preparing for a long time and will definitely be the first to capture this place and occupy the waterways and trade in the Narrow Sea."

At any time, the disputed land is always a battleground for control of the Narrow Sea.

Damon's eyes flashed, he pointed at Reese on the chart, and said seriously: "Reese captured Mogul. At the same time, he is the most powerful among the three women's countries and the city-state closest to the Stepped Stone Islands."

"We can dispatch dragons to burn them collectively, cooperate with the maritime fleet to seize the route, and attack the port in one go."

The two of them were the most experienced people on the battlefield and started planning early in the morning.

"Nice suggestion."

Rhaegar nodded, his eyes stayed on the sea map, and he considered: "But there is a problem. The number of dragons we put on the frontal battlefield is not as many as we imagined."

Take a look around the place.

Rhaenyra sat in front of him, running her hands over her growing belly.

Celine supported Lanner, surrounded by a pair of twins.

Helena, Aemond, and Daeron are too young and do not have the ability to go to the battlefield.

There is also the father sitting across from the stone table. He is not in good health and no one dares to ask the king to ride the dragon into battle.

At this time, Bartimus from Crab Island poked his head forward, his eyes flashing shrewdly, and said: "Prince, there are not as few dragons on the battlefield as you can imagine."

He is a person who believes in dragons. Dragons on the frontal battlefield have almost no natural enemies.

Damon took over the conversation and spoke to all the dragons: "The dragons we can go to the battlefield currently include Glutton, Corakxiu, Melias, Sea Smoke, and Sunfire."

"Five dragons are enough to destroy any free trade city."

If he were allowed to command the battlefield, he would be sure to capture Reese within half a month.

Viserys glanced at him and said gloomily: "Our enemy is more than one Free Trade City."

He originally believed that negotiation could resolve the war.

Unexpectedly, the result was that several children bled the three female country representatives one by one at the negotiation table.

Leonor nodded in agreement and said solemnly: "The fleet of the Three Women's Kingdom is strong, and they borrowed the money from the Iron Bank to recruit a large number of mercenaries."

"In addition, once we go to war with the Three Women's Kingdom, Braavos and Dorne will definitely interfere with the rear."

It is not difficult to conquer the Three Women Kingdom alone, but what is difficult is how to deal with the interfering people who interfere with it.

"The flames of war have already started, and we have no extra time to look forward and backward."

Daemon said with a stinky face: "Assemble the sea fleets of Velaryon, Celtigar, Seagull Town, and Storm's End, and cooperate with the five dragons to attack Lys without sparing any effort. We are sure to win."

Otto frowned deeply and said worriedly: "Prince, you know how many troops the Three Women Kingdom has gathered. If you recklessly confront them head-on, the kingdom's army will suffer heavy losses."

At this time, a problem emerged.

Battlefield command!

The fleet from Oldtown was still on its way, so it was not included in the calculation.

But the fleet will arrive soon. If Daemon, who has a cold nature, directs the strategy, the soldiers of the Hightower family will never hope to return alive.

Damon's face grew colder and he stared at Otto carefully.

The two of them are old enemies and always dislike each other.

Dong Dong...

As the two of them were confronting each other, Rhaegar knocked on the table and brought the conversation back to the right track: "A frontal attack would cause too many casualties, which is not in line with the kingdom's expectations. Besides, let's not forget that Reese still has an uncertain weapon in his hand. "

As he spoke, he gave Tormund a look on the side of the stone table.

Tormund understood instantly, took out a letter, and said seriously: "The wild dragon Mogul is in the hands of the Lysians. The Three Women Kingdom summoned all Valyrian people in Essos to participate in training the dragon. This matter is called "Sow seeds for blood".

After nearly half a month, dozens or hundreds of people have signed up to train their dragons every day.

Without exception, they were all buried in the dragon flames or filled into the dragon's belly.

As soon as these words came out, the hall fell into silence, and you could hear a needle drop.

Viserys' face was ashen and he gritted his teeth and said: "A group of despicable thieves are trying to steal the dragons of the Targaryen family!"

That's what he said, but everyone understood it.

Once someone tames the wild dragon Mogul, it is not a small change in the situation of the battle regardless of the dragon. The event itself has an unprecedented impact on Targaryen.

Once the first hole is opened, countless people will peek at the "dragon".

If the wild dragon Mogul lays eggs...

Or someone secretly bribed the Dragon Guard to steal a dragon egg, secretly boarded Dragonstone Island and tamed an ownerless dragon...

Even if the probability is slim, it's not completely impossible.

That would be a disaster for the Targaryens.

Damon's face darkened, he banged the table hard, and said coldly: "Because of this, we must start the war faster, break through Lys, and recapture the wild dragon."

Rhaegar nodded in agreement and added: "The sooner the war is won, the better, but uncle, your strategy consumes a lot of national power."

He looked at his father opposite and said frankly: "I propose that I recommend myself as the battlefield commander, Lord Corliss as the sea commander, and Damon as the vanguard officer."

Damon immediately counterattacked: "As far as I know, you have almost never commanded a large army in combat. You were still in your infancy a few years ago."

Not to be outdone, Rhaegar fired back: "A few years ago, I was the one who commanded the Second Stepped Islands War on the battlefield, and burned down the Three Women's Kingdom and won a complete victory."

There is still a word left unsaid.

A few years ago, Daemon was sleeping in the dungeons of the Red Keep.

The uncle and nephew stared at each other, refusing to give in to the other.

Viserys had a severe headache at the sight. He glanced at the calm Corliss and made a decision: "I agree with Rhaegar's proposal. It is reasonable for the crown prince to serve as the commander-in-chief."

Daemon colluded with the Sea Serpent, and he did not dare to hand over the general power to the two.

Rega smiled calmly: "Then I will make a brief plan, and you will make up for the shortcomings."

"No problem, Prince."

None of the imperial ministers objected.

Rhaenyra pursed her lips and smiled softly. She looked back at Rhaegar and leaned her head against him.

Rhaegar put his hands on the back of the chair and smiled back at her.

The siblings have a transcendent status.

There were two people sitting in the table hall of Noda, Viserys and Rhaegar.

Rhaegar gave up his chair to the pregnant Rhaenyra.

The older Lanner didn't have a chair to sit on, so she needed Celine's support.

After a pause, Rega said seriously: "The Three Women's Kingdom is coveting the Stone Steps Islands. If the war breaks out, they will definitely lead the main battlefield here to prevent our troops from leaving."

Rega ignored it directly and changed the subject: "Since we want a quick victory, the ownership of the Stone Step Islands is not important. The key is to capture the city-state of the Three Women's Kingdom."

"I suggest giving up the defense force of the Stepstone Islands and sending Daemon to lead the Stormland's sea fleet to attack a city-state."

"Lord Corliss led the maritime fleets of Velaryon, Celtigar, and Seagull Town to divide their forces, and cooperated with the remaining dragons to capture another city-state."

Attack them separately to minimize casualties.

Rhaegar thought for a moment and assigned them one by one: "There will be trouble in Braavos and Dorne. Sunfire will guard Seagull Town, Dreamfire will guard Crab Island, and the two dragons will cooperate with the defense force to intercept the middle of the Narrow Sea."

As he said that, he looked at Aemond who was listening tirelessly and said: "The Sheep Stealer is stationed at Storm's End, keeping an eye on the movements of Cape Wrath and the Bone Road. You are allowed to take temporary measures, but you are not allowed to face the enemy head-on!"

Viserys was stunned when he heard this, and then hesitantly asked: "Helena and Aemond are still going to send out missions?"

Rhaegar looked at the Helena siblings and nodded: "This negotiation allowed me to see their growth. Besides, they control two excellent mature dragons, so protecting themselves will not be a problem."

Except for the ownerless Silver Wing, Dreamfire and Sheepstealer are second only to the real adult dragon in size, and are fully capable of overturning the situation of a side battle.

"Father, leave the storm land to me!"

Aemond spoke quickly, his eyes flashing with the desire to be recognized.

Helena nodded repeatedly: "Menghuo and I can guard Crab Island and stop Braavos' harassment."

Bartimus was the first to agree and said with a smile: "The defense force in the middle of the Narrow Sea is weak, and two dragons can solve a lot of trouble."

Viserys had a headache. He glanced at his youngest son Daeron, who was eager to try, and slapped his forehead.

Aegon was relieved. After all, the child was old and had been on the battlefield.

Helena and Aemond really lack some weight in his heart.

Fortunately for Helena, Crab Island is close to Dragonstone Island and Tidal Head Island, and the outpost is blocked by Seagull Town guarded by Aegon, so there will be no danger.

Aemond is likely to face the pirates of the Three Maidens or the invasion of Dorne on the Stepstone Islands, which really makes him uneasy.

Finally, Rhaegar gave some advice: "Father, when they grow up, they can share a large part of the pressure for me and us on the side battlefield."

…

Near Longshan.

"Hiss..."

Yang Yan raised his head and screamed, his golden scales sparkling, his broad wings supporting the ground, and his pale pink wing membranes showing brilliantly.

More than ten meters away.

Menghuo was lying on the ground, its light blue scales were like the blue sky, and its silver back scales were like dotted white clouds.

Under the dragon's neck, Helena stroked the scales and peeked behind her slightly.

Rhaegar was smiling, holding a one-handed sword with a dark green scabbard in his hand.

The hilt of the sword is silver-white, with a budding stamen carved on the end, and a delicate spiral-shaped quill.

The task has been assigned.

Aemond had already rushed to Storm's End on the Sheepstealer impatiently.

He came to practice it for Aegon and Helena.

Reaching out and rubbing Helena's head, Rhaegar asked with a smile: "Where is your sword?"

Helena's big eyes were bright, she stared at the one-handed sword, and said honestly: "It's stuck in the head of the Lysian."

"Well……"

Rega's eyelids twitched slightly, and he was speechless by the contrasting style of the little girl.

He handed over the one-handed sword in his hand and said seriously: "Do you remember? You are successful in practicing swordsmanship. This is my gift to you."

"Thank you, brother."

Helena was very happy, stretched out her chubby hand to grab the one-handed sword, and unsheathed the sword without any hesitation.

Swish——

A flash of cold light flashed, and a silver sword body two fingers wide was revealed.

There are some floating petals carved under the sword, which look like fine dragon scales at first glance.

The blade of the sword is straight and slender, with water ripples.

There is no doubt that this is a Valyrian steel sword.

Rhaegar smiled and said: "This sword comes from the same furnace with the true fire and the light of the kingdom. You come up with a name you like."

These three swords can be described as his hard work, the steel that exhausted Guangxiao and the truth.

Helena liked it even more when she heard this. She rolled her big round eyes and said carefully: "This sword is called Changxia."

Rhaegar was known as the Prince of Midsummer and had been knighted.

Her sword is called Changxia, which is a perfect match for her brother's title.

Rhaegar frowned slightly, then relaxed and said, "The anointed land of ancient Valyria is called Changxia. It's a good name."

Helena played with Chang Xia like a treasure, waved it several times in a measured manner, sheathed the sword and tied it to her waist.

She is 13 years old and nearly 160 centimeters tall, more than enough to carry a one-handed sword.

"Brother, I'm leaving."

Helena hugged Rhaegar reluctantly, and stepped on the ladder while holding Dreamfire's scales.

"Be careful in everything. If anything happens, let Aegon take charge."

Rhaegar tightened her green cloak tightly and watched her climb onto the dragon's back.

"Hiss..."

Dreamfire and Yangyan screamed at each other, carrying the driver and flying out of Dragonstone Island.

Rhaegar put his hands behind his back and watched the two dragons leave.

"Prince, people have brought it."

Tormund, wearing a black and white robe, walked quietly, followed by a dozen young men and women with silver hair and purple eyes.

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