Chapter 437: Blackmailing Hightower and the Citadel
Chapter 437: Blackmailing Hightower and the Citadel
The necessity of a soft policy showed that all the noble lords were speechless.
Rhaegar looked around and asked, "Any questions?"
“Disaster relief is possible, but who will be responsible for food and medicine?”
Mond hit the nail on the head.
The noble lords looked at each other and nodded.
To be fair, no one wants to help the Dornish people who have been enemies for generations.
Rhaegar had expected it and said politely: "Hightower will provide food, and the city will support bachelors and medicines."
Mond didn't even think about refusing: "Prince, Hightower has contributed a lot to the war, and he has no obligation to save the Dornish people."
"This is an order!"
“You cannot force me, otherwise I will ask your Majesty for advice.”
Mond had a stinky face and looked confident.
"you sure?"
Rhaegar narrowed his eyes slightly, gently pushed away Helena who was leaning on her, looked directly at Mond and slowly stepped forward.
Mond stared, still unconvinced.
Rhaegar approached, walking around the table to close the distance.
A pair of purple eyes, revealing a soul-stirring cold light.
These eyes stared at him, as if he had seen through all the cunning tricks.
“Gulu~~”
Mond swallowed a sip of saliva and avoided looking guiltily.
“The cargo ships in Old Town have never stopped sailing trade from the beginning of the war to the present.”
Rhaegar spoke calmly, his chest slammed against Mond's, and his slender figure looked down at him.
“Oldtown is the trade center of Westeros, and maritime trade is naturally indispensable.”
Mont staggered after being hit, and he excused himself harshly.
“Did I say that maritime trade would cease until the end of the war?”
“That’s the supplies transported to the disputed area.”
Mond's color changed slightly, and a line of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Since the outbreak of the Narrow Sea War, maritime trade in the Narrow Sea has been cut off.
Count Bartimos of Celtija was engaged in private trade and sold supplies to the hostile Three Women Kingdom. He was deprived of his title and assigned to the Great Wall.
The corners of Rhaegar's lips curled up slightly, and he lowered his head to Mond's ear, lowering his voice: "Old Town's cargo ship sailed to the disputed land and Volantis without authorization, but Volantis also had a ship sneaking into Plank Town, what do you think? "
“No, nothing.”
"oh?"
Rhaegar stared sideways at the confused noble lord, and his voice turned cold: "Allison is a queen, but she is just a queen. How long can you protect her, and how long can she protect you."
Mond was sweating profusely, and his lips turned white with fear.
At the beginning of the war, with the niece’s status as queen and the backgrounds of Aegon and Helena as princes and princesses, the Oldtown port never stopped trading.
In order to make a war fortune, Mond secretly purchased a lot of grain from the Reach in the name of requisitioning military rations.
These grains were resold to Volantis, and the income earned was several times higher than before.
As for where Volantis resold the grain?
Obviously, fund new allies.
"hehe."
Rhaegar smiled with relief, patted Mond's stiff shoulder, and said kindly: "I don't care about the previous supplies. Before the Dorne rebellion ended, the port of Old Town was closed. Do you understand?"
"got it."
Mond's calf muscles twisted, his face turned extremely ugly, and he trembled: "The Towering Tower will provide food for the Prince's Pass. In the name of the Voice of Oldtown, I will ask the city to send bachelors to rescue the victims."
"very good!"
Rhaegar’s smile became brighter and he hugged the other person generously.
An obedient noble is a good noble.
I give Alisson face, but you can’t give me face.
Mond was about to cry but had no tears, so he forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.
I don’t understand why the crown prince suddenly focuses on Hightower.
Obviously, it was secretly engaged in small movements without being noticed.
In the bright hall.
The noble lords watched the game between the Crown Prince and Mond, with different expressions on their faces as they restrained their tempers.
Oldtown Hightower has the control in the hands of the Crown Prince, so their butts may not be clean.
The nobility is not about comparing who is better, but who is worse.
咚! Boom!
Rega slapped the table, his face turned cold again, and he said: "After dealing with the victims, the army will immediately approach Wangzhong City and strive to break through the Prince's Pass within half a month."
“Yes, Prince.”
“Wangzhong City is vulnerable, and the enemy is still Tianji City.”
“The two giant dragons bombarded continuously, and Wangzhong City could not hold on.”
…
When the Reach army entered Prince's Pass, the Bone Road was as rough as the Stormlands.
Royce Cullen received a letter from Nightsong City asking for help and accelerated the sweep of the remaining Dornish forces.
That night.
A fleet docked at the docks under the jurisdiction of Stonehelm City. The five thousand king-led troops supporting the Stormlands were divided into two, and three thousand soldiers landed on the ship.
at the same time.
At the entrance of Bone Road, the prince's palace was selected, and a fully armed army of a thousand people arrived.
The moon has few stars and the clouds are hazy.
“Hiss!”
A huge beast with a fierce appearance and a body covered with bronze scales crossed the night sky and landed in the prince's palace.
“Your Majesty!”
“Your Majesty…”
Viserys was dressed in black robes. As soon as he stepped off the back of Wormisor, three white knights in silver armor and white robes hurried forward.
Ilik and Alik, the Kargel brothers.
And Kriston Cole, who escaped from the Stepstone Islands and returned with honor.
Viserys looked at the three of them one by one and said in a pleased tone: "Let's go to the palace first and discuss the strategy of attacking Weir City."
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“The palace is half-built, Your Majesty, please watch your step.”
Three white knights surrounded the front and back, and escorted the king into the prince's palace.
The palace is located at the entrance of the Bone Road, and an area is specially selected to be surrounded by mountains and rivers.
The palace is very grand and divided into two parts: the inner city and the outer city.
The inner city is very large, built of white marble, with carved beams and painted buildings, pavilions and lofts, and is no less beautiful than the High Court. The outer city has not been built yet, and the foundation of the city wall has just been laid.
Viserys was looking around as he walked and passed by a dragon-shaped sculpture. He said with a smile: "It's well built and the location is good."
It just blocks the entrance to the Bone Road and serves as a transit point for the kingdom's army to invade Dorne.
…
Outside the narrow sea.
Pantos, port.
“Kill, sailors ashore!”
“Prepare the catapult to blast through the port’s defenses!”
…”
Under the dim night sky, the half-moon-shaped bay mouth.
More than thirty warships sailed into the port, hanging purple sails and rendering the unchanging sea water.
Sailors aboard battleships, catapults hurled burning logs, blasting open the unsuspecting port.
In just a quarter of an hour, the fire illuminated the bay and smoke filled the sky.
Pentos side rang the emergency bell, and a large number of mercenaries ran out of the house and joined the defensive line.
Some people saw the sails of the invaders and screamed: "Purple battleships, the strongest fleet in Braavos!"
Since the establishment of Braavos, and with the birth of the position of Sea King, the city-state has secretly trained a fleet of the strongest warships across the four seas.
In addition, there is also a fleet of merchant ships with purple sails and purple hulls.
The two fleets attacked one merchant and the other merchants, and from generation to generation Braavos grew and thrived on maritime trade.
Boom—
The Purple Fleet issued orders and hurled catapults one after another, mercilessly bombarding the fragile port.
Woooooo—
The murderous horn sounded, and the sailors rushed onto the deck, drew their scimitars and were about to land.
Against the backdrop of the purple sails, the midnight murderous intent is fully revealed.
In the harbor, there is a tall white stone tower.
Prince Regio lay in front of the window, looking at the miserable situation in the port, and prayed secretly: "Gods bless you, don't let Braavos succeed."
Boom—
An explosion sounded, and Regio shivered in fright, closed his eyes and couldn't help mumbling.
Review the port.
The purple fleet blasted through the defense line, and the port was filled with burning cargo ships.
As soon as the warship docked, the sailors immediately swarmed and rushed to the port with murderous intent.
The Purple Fleet has a unique combat merit system, and every sailor is the backbone.
“Kill! Capture the Pig Prince of Pentos alive!”
“Archers cover!”
Before the garrison could take shape, it was hacked to death by a swarm of Braavos sailors.
——
A gust of salty sea breeze mixed with blood blew, a group of dark clouds blocked the bright moon, and the night became darker and darker.
On the vast sea, only the chaotic firelight of the port remains.
An atmosphere of fear filled every corner of Pentos.
“Hiss!”
Suddenly, a sharp sound wave spread, as if it could pierce the eardrum.
The next moment.
“Dragon Flame!”
A huge, scarlet-colored dragon shadow, slender like a snake, cut through the night sky, accompanied by an arrogant and magnetic male voice.
Boom—
Colakxiu’s body snaked, gliding over the bay, spraying dragon flames unscrupulously.
The scarlet dragon flames were like pillars of fire, cutting across the purple-sailed warships, destroying the siege equipment on the deck.
“Hiss…”
Another dragon roar resounded through the night sky, containing a deep and untouchable fury.
The sailors on the deck looked up in panic and could only see a scarlet afterimage.
“Dragon Flame!”
Rhaenys’s eyes were red and she shouted at the top of her lungs.
Melias spread her wings, and her body perfectly disappeared into the night, turning into a scarlet ghost.
Boom—
The ghost floated across the harbor, and red dragon flames descended, engulfing the Braavos sailors who came ashore to behead and kill them.
"dragon!"
“How come there are dragons in Pentos!”
“Break through the defense lines, get into the streets of the city and fight, don’t face the dragon directly!”
The Braavos sailors were horrified, and the captains of each warship retained their sense and called on their men to take shelter in the city.
The appearance of the dragon ended their escape route back to the warship.
Only by hiding in the city-state can the giant dragon throw a rat weapon.
Damon was wearing black armor, with a cynical smile on his lips: "Cousin, leave the bay to me, don't let these guys go."
Occupying Tyrosh and ruling a city-state as desired is really high-spirited.
Rhaenys’s eyes were filled with sorrow, and she gritted her teeth and said, “I will handle the port!”
“Hiss…”
Feeling the resentment of the driver, Melias was extremely irritable, and he used to restrain himself at full speed.
The figure was like a red lightning bolt, each time it passed over the sailor's head, leaving behind a pile of wreckage and charred corpses.
Damon stared at it with interest and said, "The female dragon who lost her cubs."
The news of Lannir's murder spread to the land of controversy, and Rhaenys, who had lost her son in middle age, almost went crazy.
Looked at it for a while.
Daemon lost interest, slapped his scarlet scales, and uttered dragon-taming words: "Burn them all!"
He also learned the binding charm.
“Hiss!”
Colakxiu has ferocious eyes and habitually makes a shrill chirp as he rushes towards the Purple Sail battlefield.
Suddenly, scarlet dragon flames swept across the bay.
A massacre of blood and fire quietly unfolded.
(End of this chapter)
