Chapter 438: The Collapse of Keolen (1)
Chapter 438 The Collapse of Keolun (1)
The next day, dawn.
The harbor was filled with smoke, and broken shipwrecks were dumped into the sea.
“Hiss…”
Corakxiu hovered in the sky, moving like a snake, patrolling the bay against the rising sun.
At the port, the garrison was hard at work transporting the remains of the Braavos sailors.
Prince Regio looked around in a daze, as if he was in a dream.
The most powerful fleet of purple-sailed warships in Braavos was destroyed overnight.
Daemon strolled over with a black steel helmet under his arm and a smile on his lips: "Prince, did you have a good dream last night?"
Regio woke up from a dream and hurriedly stepped forward: "Prince Daemon, thank you for your help. You are as great as your ancestors, the conquerors."
“Haha, it takes a little effort.”
Damon raised his chin, which was very helpful.
During the Age of Blood, Volantis’ fleet occupied Lys and his army invaded Myr.
When they continued to capture Tyrosh, they caused a violent backlash.
Aegon the Conqueror marked the end of the war by riding Balerion across the Narrow Sea and burning the Volantis fleet.
Daemon came to save Pentos, but it was the same thing but the same thing.
Regio took Damon's hand and treated him as cordially as if he were his own father: "Please move to the prince's palace and let me entertain you well."
“Just a treat?”
Damon’s smile did not reach his eyes, and his soul was tortured.
Regio slapped his forehead and said quickly: "Tylosi has just regained its calm. I am willing to provide sufficient supplies and establish a supreme friendship between the two parties."
Dimon raised the corners of his mouth and continued to listen to the other party's compliments.
One of the two sides is short of money and food, and the other is short of armed protection.
Hit it off immediately.
“Damon!”
Rhaenys, dressed in red armor, came over.
As the night passed, the uncrowned queen looked depressed and her face became increasingly haggard.
The pain of losing a child is indescribable.
Hearing this, Damon raised his hand to signal Regio to shut up, and turned his head to look at her.
Rhaenys's eyes were red and swollen, and she said bravely: "Braavos is retreating, I want to return to Westeros."
“Back to Westeros, does my good nephew know?”
Damon frowned.
The three city-states had just been recovered not long ago, and they were still very dishonest.
Rhaenys shook her head: "Lanino was killed, Myr and Lys asked you to look after them."
“You’re really relieved.”
"You are a Targaryen and you will live up to Viserys' expectations."
Rhaenys looked around and saw the devastation, and her heart hurt a little, and then said: "I have to find my child, alive to see the person, dead to see the corpse."
Until now, she still cannot accept the news of her son’s death.
Such a vivid life did not die in the war, but was assassinated by a lover.
She must go back and seek justice.
Damon remained silent and had no interest in answering.
“That’s it, you’re optimistic about the disputed areas.”
Rhaenys ignored his emotions, opened her arms and hugged Daemon, forcing a smile.
After saying that, he turned around and walked away.
Melias is prostrate on the ground, and the dragon's neck covered with horns hangs down for the driver to climb.
“Hiss!”
A moment later, Melias flew into the sky, and his figure quickly disappeared into the vast sea.
Damon looked back, his eyes dim and uncertain.
It was a bit unkind to leave him alone outside the narrow sea.
He lowered his head, rubbed his blood-stained fingertips, and muttered to himself: "Dorne Rebellion, Keoron..."
…
Prince's Pass, Wangzhong City.
This is an isolated city built on a cliff, with a small area and steep terrain.
At this moment, a coalition force from the Reach is stationed under the cliff.
The camp was spread out for one kilometer, with smoke rising from the cooking stoves, and the number of people was no less than 5,000.
Donald was wearing heavy armor and patrolling back and forth with sharp eyes.
Ever since the soft policy was issued last night, the position of commander of the Mondstadt coalition has become ineffective.
Transferred from the front line to provide relief to the victims.
Thanks to Mond’s troops leading away tens of thousands of victims, the five thousand of them were able to successfully reach the territory of Wangzhong City.
“Sir, a letter from Wangzhongcheng.”
The messenger came in a hurry.
Donald took the letter and looked at it carefully.
An hour ago, the Crown Prince sent someone to deliver a letter of persuasion to surrender to Wangzhong City.
After Donald read the letter, a flash of indignation flashed in his eyes, and he cursed: "Donnish bastard!"
The font on the letter is clear and the sentences are beautiful.
With the Iron Throne as the center and the River Bend as the radius, we strive to show the qualities that a Dornish person should have.
Donald pushed the letter to the messenger and said solemnly: "Send it to the prince to read."
“Yes, my lord.”
The messengers left in a hurry.
Half a sound.
“Hiss…”
Two giant dragons roared continuously, spreading their wings and hovering over Wangzhong City.
The sun is scorching hot, and the huge figure of the dragon blocks it.
The cliff is red, with one black and one light blue dragon rendering a layer of shadow.
Wangzhong City was under full martial law, and the ravens scattered in all directions.
The crisis is coming.
…
Dorne, Sunspear.
In the Tower of the Sun, a fierce negotiation was going on. Keolen sat leaning on the prince's throne, his handsome face slightly distorted, and shouted: "The Allied Forces of the Reach invaded the Prince's Pass, Dorne needs more supplies."
In the palace paved with pale marble, a blond and blue-eyed young man dressed in luxurious clothes stood tall and tall.
Facing Ke Olun's request, he said calmly: "Prince, your army is useless. The Sea King has decided not to provide additional funding."
"fart!"
Ke'Orun's eyes were fierce, and he pointed at his nose and cursed: "Dorne sent troops to the Stormlands and the Crimson Mountains respectively to contain the Iron Throne's troops."
“That’s no use.”
The young man shrugged.
The Sea King of Braavos said there was nothing he could do without funding.
Seeing that the other party was unkind, Ke Oran calmly asked, "Who assassinated the Duke of Highgarden? I did not issue such an order in Sunspear."
The young man thought for a while and said innocently: "It won't help to say this at this time."
Ke'Orun's eyes gradually turned cold, and he said in a serious voice: "The Duke of Highgarden has died, the whole Reach is boiling, and they have already reached the King's Tomb City. At this time, Braavos wants to escape unscathed?"
As he spoke, he could barely suppress his anger.
His plan is to use the Iron Throne's hand and the benefits of Braavos to eliminate Dorne's internal conflicts.
It’s better now.
Braavos assassinated the Duke of Highgarden, and the **** basin was placed on Dorne's head for no apparent reason.
The nobles of the Reach are sure that Dorne did this, and they will not let it go easily.
The young man was questioned one after another, and he became angry and said rudely: "I received news this morning that the purple sail warship fleet failed to attack Pentos and was burned to the ground by the dragon. Do you think Braavos is just sitting on the sidelines?"
There were fifty purple-sail warships in the fleet, and most of them were lost in one night. The losses were quite heavy.
Ke'Orun didn't care about this and said: "Can't you see the loss of Dorne? Don't you think Braavos is shameless in withdrawing funding at this time?"
The war was drawn from the Narrow Sea to Dorne, and funding was lost in the middle of the fight.
Braavos made it clear that Dorne was to be sacrificed.
The young man sneered: "Not only does Braavos no longer support it, but so does the remnant party of the Three Women. They decided to move Slaver's Bay for development."
After a pause, he said sarcastically: "If you have the ability, you can get funding from Volantis."
After the War of the Narrow Sea ended, Volantis began to make small moves.
First, they secretly contacted Dorne, and then recruited mercenaries from everywhere.
Keolen was silent when he heard this.
Volantis is useless.
It’s not that Targaryen has successfully taken over three city-states and pushed Dorne up to attract firepower.
Similarly.
Keolun went to war against the Iron Throne because he was also worried that the Iron Throne would unify the lower half of the Narrow Sea and turn around to invade Dorne.
Unfortunately, Keolun has his own little ideas.
Braavos and the forces behind it are equally cunning.
Keolen thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "What conditions are needed in Braavos?"
The forces beyond the Narrow Sea will not allow Dorne to be defeated.
Otherwise, the dragonfire of the Iron Throne will face them.
The young man said: "Wait, the King of the Sea has a plan and is preparing the ultimate weapon."
“The ultimate weapon?”
Keolen was stunned.
What is that?
The young man shook his head: "I didn't know either. Neptune's concealment was very strict, which has already caused dissatisfaction among the bankers of the Iron Bank."
Good things are hidden and tucked away, just wait for them when asked.
The power structure behind the Iron Bank cannot be accounted for, and Sea King's war and military expenditures are significantly reduced.
Ke Oran waved his hand and said displeasedly: "I understand, Dorne will defeat the Allied Forces of the River Bend alone, and we will discuss funding then."
All said and done, it's all about Dorn proving the value of funding.
Although Dorne lost more than 10,000 soldiers in the Stormlands, Dorne was far from struggling without funding.
The aristocrats made up and relying on the location of the Red Mountains, blocking the land of the Hewan land forces was not a problem.
“Then I will resign.”
The young man stopped staying and calmly walked out of the palace under the unkind eyes of the guards.
Until the figure disappears.
Keolun raised his head and sighed, leaning on the prince's throne without any image.
It is difficult to defraud people to get money instead of food.
He understood that this was a warning from Braavos in case he failed to do his job.
“Well, there is a tough battle to fight next.”
Ke Olun said helplessly.
Davos Dayne, who was responsible for the prince's iron guard, said: "Tianji City and Yronwood City are easy to defend and difficult to attack, and there are also supports from Hellgate Castle and Sandstone City."
There are many powerful noble lords in Dorne.
In the Crimson Mountains, there are also remote nobles such as Blymond City and Starfall City.
As long as you take a boat into the Summer Sea and enter the interior through the Sulfur River, you can join forces with Hellgate Castle to attack.
Ke Olun said "hmm" and said sadly: "Inform Earl Uler that we are ready to recruit soldiers at any time, as many as we need."
There is no regular army, but there are still many strong men recruited temporarily.
The people of Dorne are tough and tough, and wearing the armor provided by Braavos is no less powerful than the veteran soldiers in the Reach.
“Yes, Prince.”
Davos nodded and went down to carry out the order.
…
time flies.
The negotiations in Sunspear ended, and the Braavos merchant ship docked in Plank Town slowly sailed out of the port.
Merchant ships go down the river and enter the summer sea along the estuary.
The sun is scorching hot, and the sea breeze is salty and greasy.
Suddenly, a warship flying the seahorse flag came towards us.
The sailors on the observation deck stared in horror and shouted in horror: "There is a warship, a warship of House Velaryon!"
However, it was too late.
The first warship appeared, followed by the second, third...
Until a dozen warships crossed together, the decks were filled with soldiers in full armor.
A sea snake in silver-gray armor stood on the bow of the ship, with a solemn face: "The warship is approaching, attack!"
“Hiss…”
The moment the order was given, a golden dragon glided over, its pale pink wings flapping in the strong wind.
“Dragon Flame!”
(End of this chapter)
