Chapter 382 Aemond of Storm’s End
That night, the moon and stars were sparse.
In Slat Town, the formerly prosperous port was empty, and red bonfires lit up the night.
Keolen led a group of Dornish soldiers in tawny armor, looking at the lights on the vast sea.
As far as the eye can see, hundreds of warships sail into the mist on the sea, like a swarm of sand scorpions swarming out of their nests.
Dornish people are free-spirited and do whatever they are told.
The war was negotiated during the day and the troops were dispatched directly at night.
Ke Olun stood with his hands behind his hands, a smile on his lips: "Reese reenacted the Battle of the Hundred Candles, which really created unprecedented conditions for Dorne."
At the time of the Narrow Sea War, the main forces of the Iron Throne were outside the Narrow Sea, and the garrison forces in various places had no support.
That madman Daemon and the young crown prince are in a disputed place. The Targaryens left in Westeros are just a group of women, children and the elderly who have never been on the battlefield.
The Braavos side will unite with other Free Cities to put pressure on the Iron Throne.
The devastated people of Myr and Lys rebelled repeatedly, holding back the Targaryen's uncrowned queen and young crown prince.
As long as Tyrosh could withstand the pressure of the Iron Throne's army to besieged and not attack, the Dornish army immediately launched a three-front attack and drove straight into the territories of the Stormlands and the Reach.
At that time, the Iron Throne will be in a dilemma whether it attacks Tyrosh or returns to help Westeros.
Ke Olun's eyes flashed with a dangerous light, and he said to himself: "Bambaro, Bambaro, you die well. Lys does not fall, and Dorne will not be able to seize the opportunity to send troops."
The Iron Throne conquered two city-states with overwhelming force, so it didn't mean it had acquired two hot potatoes.
Almost all of the nine free trade city-states were colonies enslaved by Ancient Valyria, and their vitality was surprisingly tenacious after taking control of the ports.
The political structure was destroyed and the city-states were occupied. This was not a problem.
As long as there are rich people and common people who resist being colonized, the resistance against the invaders will never stop.
Taking advantage of this great opportunity, Dorne sends troops to sweep across the Stormlands and the Riverlands, and the Iron Throne will inevitably be in chaos.
This unyielding will to injure one thousand enemies and destroy eight hundred was the fundamental factor that enabled Dorne to become independent in the first war of conquest.
"Father, my brother is almost numb from the cold. Let's go back."
Alexandra, wearing a thick mink vest, tugged at her father's sleeves.
Ke Olun lowered his head and saw his daughter's angry face.
Behind Alexandra, a 4 or 5-year-old boy with black hair, brown skin, and a thin face was shivering, his face turned blue by the sea breeze.
This is Keolen's eldest son, two years younger than Alexandra.
In addition, there is a 3-year-old daughter who is weak and did not bring her.
"Prince, let's go back."
A middle-aged man with black hair and gray eyes spoke.
He is tall and bloated, with sparse black curly hair, a full beard, and gray eyes that are constantly shining.
Wearing a yellow and crimson intertwined flame pattern clan emblem on his chest.
Dorn's famous ancient family, the Uller family of Hellgate Castle.
Ke Olun grabbed his son's face and said with a smile: "Olivier has left, let's go too."
Haman Uller followed with a big belly and asked as he walked: "Prince, there are only a bunch of women left at Storm's End. You asked Olivier to send troops. Isn't this giving away the credit?"
It seemed like a normal inquiry, but there was a trace of complaint in his voice.
Before Dorne was unified by the Martell family, the Yronwood family was recognized as the strongest family, known as the "noble of blood, guardian of the stone road".
The Uller family is a vassal family under the Yronwood family.
After Nymeria, the warrior queen of Rhoynar, led thousands of ships to sail westward, she married Mors of the Martell family and started a domestic war to rule Dorne.
Mors Martell died in the Unification War, and Nymeria completed the war and captured the then king of Yronwood.
At the beginning of the war, the Uller family betrayed the Lord Yronwood family and severely damaged the other party.
This contradiction continues to this day, and is still in turmoil under Martell's rule.
Hearing this, Ke Olun's eyes were deep and he said forcefully: "We must take a long-term view. Our front is not limited to Cape Wrath."
Haman choked and followed the team honestly.
Prince Keolen is already a ruler who meets the expectations of his subjects in Dorne.
He is brave and good at fighting, and has great resourcefulness. The key is that he is willing to follow the advice of his vassals to launch wars and maintain the martial customs of the Dornish people.
…
Cape Wrath, on the cliff near the sea.
Wow…
Three-masted warships rode the wind and waves, with Dornish flags such as the sun-piercing spear and the black portcullis flying high in the cabins.
At the head of a magnificent warship, Olivier, wearing iron armor, stood on the deck and looked directly at a sea cliff.
His blue eyes were cold, like a night owl in the dark night.
"Commander, there is only one watchtower on the cliff bank, which can be climbed using a hook lock."
A dark-skinned young man with full armor came over and reported respectfully.
Olivier looked around at the surrounding sea. Vast fog rose at night, and visibility could only be maintained within one mile.
They avoided the patrol fleet of the Swan family and gave up attacking from the dock where the family was located.
Fighting head-on will only lead to casualties in vain, and avoiding its edge is the best policy.
After reviewing it many times in his mind, Olivier pulled out his scimitar and ordered: "Climb the cliff with elite troops and destroy the defenders in the watchtower!"
"yes!……"
The commander gave the order, and several small boats quietly approached the cliff and swung their hooks to hang on the cliff hundreds of feet high.
Everything was ready, and dozens of Dornish elites began to climb.
Olivier looked from a distance, the fog blocked his sight, and he could only vaguely see a cluster of firelight in the watchtower.
Half an hour later.
The fire dimly extinguished, and two groups of flames rose up and swayed across each other.
This is a sign of successful intrusion.
Olivier was overjoyed, but remained calm on the surface, shouting: "Follow me to climb the cliff and take a detour to attack Stonehelm City!"
More than two dozen warships approached the cliff, and thousands of Dornish soldiers climbed up the rock.
The rest of the fleet pulled anchor and sailed away, heading towards the dock of Stonehelm City.
All the way to the sea, attacking from both sides.
…
The next day, it was still dark.
The battle at Stonehelm City Pier was defeated, and all the defenses on the road were eliminated by sneak attacks.
The garrison soldiers were completely defeated and retreated to the Stonehelm City of the Swin family to resist the Dornish siege.
The Dornishmen came out almost in full force, and the attack strategy was so cunning that the original arrangement could not withstand them at all.
In the end, tens of thousands of Dornish soldiers gathered from all directions and surrounded Stonehelm City, which was made of blue rocks.
Earl Sven strictly guarded the city gate and sent out a dozen ravens to ask for help.
…
Storm's End.
"Hiss..."
In the vestibule of the castle, an ugly brown mud-colored dragon was crawling on the ground, its withered head looking around.
"Mea~~"
More than a dozen goats were bleating and wagging their fat buttocks as they were driven nearby.
Aemond had a stinky face, holding the sheep whip in his hand, and muttered to the dragon: "Eat, eat, you ugly thing."
"Hiss..."
The sheep thief suddenly stood up, his brown mud-colored wings stretched wide, and his mud-covered neck stretched out.
The vertical pupil glanced at the silver-haired boy arrogantly before opening its dragon's kiss and spitting out dragon flames to roast the sheep.
It crawled slowly with its wings on the ground, lowered its head, picked up the burnt mutton and ate it.
Aemond curled his lips and took a few steps closer to touch the dragon scales.
The scales of the sheep thief are not smooth, but resemble rough stone bumps.
But he didn't have any other dragon touches, so he had to make do.
Bang!
As soon as he got close, the thick and long dragon tail swung out, knocking him upside down.
Emond felt his eyes blur as the blue sky entered his eyes, and then he fell back to the ground smoothly.
"Sheep thief!!"
The air froze for a few seconds, and Aemond roared at the top of his lungs.
"Hiss..."
The sheep thief shook his head and ate the mutton in one go, ignoring the stupid silver-haired boy.
When there was no response for a long time, Aemond turned around and got up from the ground, pointed at the ugly dragon and hesitated for a while, then returned to the castle angrily.
Not obedient at all!
Entering the castle gate, he met Cassandra in a pink and white dress.
"Aemond, where are you going?"
"You need to take care of it, stupid woman!"
"..."
As soon as Cassandra opened her mouth, she was almost out of breath from her fiancé.
The two passed each other, and Emond went upstairs angrily, without any intention of talking.
Cassandra looked back at him, tears welling up in her eyes.
Aegon the Targaryen was a libertine and did not want to marry the sisters.
Unexpectedly, Prince Aemond appeared to be gentle and generous on the surface, but his true colors were revealed as soon as he got engaged.
There is really no emotion involved in a political marriage.
…
Aemond returned to his room and slammed the door.
He didn't care whether his so-called fiancée would be sad or angry.
His mission was to achieve a marriage, not to become a good husband who would always ask for help.
What's more, the target is a self-righteous and stupid woman, even worse than her sister Helena, who always looks dull.
He walked to the bed, raised his head and fell down on the soft goose feather bed.
As soon as the fair skin of the neck touched the fabric, a damp coolness hit her instantly.
"Damn place!"
Aemond turned sideways and cursed irritably.
Although the Red Keep is also built near the sea, the castle has been repaired by Maegor I and Jaehaerys I. It has a grand appearance and is comfortable to live in.
Storm's End is a thousand-year-old castle, standing on the sea, surrounded by rough waves on all sides.
Whenever it rains, water will seep into the fireplace, and you can imagine how wet it is.
After tossing and turning for a while, Imond lay on his back again, staring blankly at the bluestone ceiling.
Storm's End is a strategic location, and countless letters are received every day.
He learned the information about the establishment of twin castles on the Stepstone Islands, as well as the unstoppable capture of Myr and Lys by his eldest brother Rhaegar.
It seems that Tyrosh will soon surrender to his eldest brother Rhaegar.
"I really want to go to the battlefield~"
Aemond was full of resentment and said depressedly: "Aegon has a castle, and I can only guard this poor place."
The dragonstone castle built by the eldest brother Rhaegar is still two twin castles in one.
He's dying of soreness!
Dong Dong...
There was a knock on the door, and the urgent voice of Bachelor Fit came from outside:
"Prince, a distress letter from Stonehelm City."
Emond's eyes lit up when he heard this, and the carp started to jerk and shouted: "Come in quickly."
Crunch——
The door opened, and the young Bachelor Fit came in and handed over the opened letter: "The Dornish people invaded in large numbers, and Stonehelm City was besieged. Madam asked me to call you to discuss it."
Aemond grabbed the letter and looked at it with a frown.
It is nothing more than Lord Sven's request for help, which means that the Dornish people landed on land at night, hoping that Storm's End Castle would mobilize troops to support them.
"Haha~"
A scornful smile appeared on Emond's face: "Sven family, are you afraid at this time?"
He has not forgotten that Earl Sven supported the illegitimate son's rise to power.
"Prince, you'd better go to the hall to meet Madam first."
Maester Fett avoids the important and gives advice.
"certainly."
Emond jumped out of bed and walked out with great pride, saying proudly: "Finally I have a place to use."
