Chapter 440: Conquer Wangzhong City
Chapter 440 Conquering Wangzhong City
Rhaegar took off his black robe and placed it on the stone bench, as casually as in the godswood of the Red Keep.
He looked at Morse, and Morse looked at him.
Rhaegar's expression was natural, he raised his eyes and looked up and down, and asked: "Count Morse, you are indifferent to the guests. Is this the Manwudi family's way of hospitality?"
Morse’s expression was stiff, and he was already scolding in his heart.
Shit indifferent.
I have my children in your hands, and there is a giant dragon watching over me.
If I hadn’t eaten in the morning, I would have been scared to death.
A group of soldiers hurried over, holding crossbows and surrounding the garden.
At a quick glance, there were about fifty people.
Morse regained some confidence and yelled: "What on earth are you going to do? Dornish people never threaten children!"
The soldiers looked tense and filled their crossbows one after another.
"Roar…"
Without waiting for the next move, a rough growl echoed.
The glutton stretched his neck, the dragon's head reached near the willow, and his green eyes scanned them one by one indifferently.
A group of little bugs, vulnerable to a single blow.
Morse was glanced at and suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
“Glutton, you scared them.”
Rhaegar glanced back, pretending to teach him a lesson.
The glutton slapped his nose hard, the dragon's tail swept across a large flower bed, and petals scattered and danced all over the sky.
With a smile on his face, Rhaegar put down the little girl sitting on his lap and said, "Little Lysa, go aside and play."
Lesa stepped on the ground and stared at the rain of flowers in the sky, unable to lift her short legs.
Morse looked at this scene with his heart in his throat.
Rhaegar spread his hands and said helplessly: "First of all, I have been made a knight this year, and I will not hurt the young or old easily."
"Secondly, I'm here for peace, and you should be polite to a Targaryen."
Speaking, he patted Lesa's little **** and urged her to find her parents.
"Father…"
Lysa had a sweet voice. She looked at her father for a while, and then stared at the candy bar in Rhaegar's hand reluctantly.
That was for my brother, who didn’t want it.
Morse pursed his lips, wanting to call his daughter back, but he was afraid that the other party would go back on his word.
Looking at his son under the willow, his face became increasingly ugly.
Let people catch them all in one go.
Rhaegar said calmly: "Surrender, for the sake of your children, don't resist fearlessly."
"Don't even think about it!" Morse was furious when he heard this, pointed at the other person's nose, and scolded: "You think you are Visenya, I am not a weak valley female bitch!"
During the Conqueror's War, Queen Visenya drove Vhagar to the Eyrie and conquered the allegiance of the entire valley alone.
His outstanding achievements are unknown to all.
Rhaegar frowned slightly, looked directly into the other person's guilty eyes, and said seriously: "Valley is my maternal home, your words are very vulgar, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and kill you."
…”
Morris turned off the engine immediately, and the last bit of stubbornness made him open his eyes and stare back.
“Alas, they all say that I came for peace.”
Rhaegar shook his head, took off the real fire from his waist to show his sincerity, and placed the sword on the black robe.
The black robe symbolizes war, and he wears it in every battle.
Taking off the black robe and taking off the sword is enough to express your sincerity.
Following his movements, everyone in the audience was paying close attention.
Dicken breathed heavily and lowered his eyes to stare at the real fire.
He was only a few steps away from the stone bench, and he could grab the sword in a flash.
Rhaegar didn’t even look at him, and his every move exuded full confidence.
Morse's face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Even if you are the reincarnation of the conqueror and possessed by Visenya, King's Tomb City will never surrender!"
"Don't be so arbitrary. What room for resistance do you have?"
Rhaegar stretched out his hand and rubbed Lysa's little head, and said: "Martel has no time to take care of himself. Wangzhongcheng is just an abandoned son. Why should he take the name of the Manwudi family."
The voice was flat, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.
It's not that he can't control the dragon and burn down the King's Tomb City.
Just a temporary plan to conquer the Manwudi family is more valuable than destroying it.
Morse did not answer, and winked calmly.
Then, a loud shout came out: "Lesa, come back to your father!"
next moment.
Dickon, who had been silent all this time, suddenly burst into flames and grabbed the real fire on the stone bench like a hungry tiger pouncing on food.
ttle！
The soldiers raised their crossbows and aimed them at the silver-haired boy under the willow tree.
Rhaegar’s eyes were calm, not shaken by the outside world at all.
Even if Dickon takes away the true fire of the sword, he doesn't care.
Lesa was stunned when she was yelled at. She stood there blankly, not knowing where to look.
Rhaegar leaned over her shoulder and faced Morse, whispering: "Go to your father, little confused."
Lesa was at a loss and moved forward slowly.
唰—
Dickon pulled out the real fire. The dark sword body glowed with star-like light spots, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the original owner.
Rega smiled faintly, looked at Manwudi and his son, and said calmly: "Something, but not much."
"Roar…"
The glutton roared, pressing his chin against the willow crown, and the green dragon flames accumulated in his mouth.
Behind the thick willows, a dragon's body was crawling like a mountain of coal, with its back raised high and its shadow covering half of the castle.
At this time, Rhaegar stood up slowly, and the smile disappeared from his face.
He did not take action immediately, but watched Lysa clumsily walk halfway away.
Then, a whistle was blown.
The ruby at the end of the true fire sword's hilt bloomed with red light, and the scorching flames spread from the hilt to the tip of the sword.
"ah!"
Dickon screamed, his palm almost burned through, and the real fire fell to the ground with a clang. At a critical moment.
Rhaegar touched his right hand to his waist, and a black light flashed, and was thrown in front of Morse as fast as lightning.
Crack!
The dark dragon-taming whip wrapped around Morse's neck. The whip kept tightening and suddenly contracted back.
Morse was like a big fish biting the hook, being pulled back by the angler at the speed of light.
"Come!"
Rhaegar said hello and raised his right foot.
Morse thumped in front of him, just under his feet.
“Stop!”
“Let go of the lord!”
Dickon was shocked, and the soldiers exclaimed.
The glutton's green eyes flashed with a ferocious color, and a mouthful of dragon flames spurted out, swallowing up all the soldiers in the garden.
The wailing started and stopped suddenly.
Immediately afterwards, a loud cry broke out.
“Wow wow wow…”
Three-year-old Lysa was afraid of crying, so she ran back with her short legs.
Rhaegar stepped on Morse, tightened the dragon training whip, and said regretfully: "Look what good things you have done."
Obviously he took off his black robe and had no intention of killing anyone.
Morse was extremely frightened, but still said stubbornly: "I can't surrender, so don't waste your efforts!"
At this moment, he finally understood why the valley surrendered to Visenya.
A giant dragon flies into your back garden, and its owner is holding your child.
If you want to resist, the dragon will burn all the soldiers with one breath of dragon flame.
The most outrageous thing is that he still can't defeat the dragon's master.
Caught like a pig.
Rhaegar grinned.
Let go of the ever-shrinking dragon-taming whip and hang it around your waist again.
Ignoring Dickon’s angry and hostile eyes, he picked up the real fire on the ground.
at last.
Hold up the black robe with one hand, and hugged the crying Lysa with the other. He looked down at Morse condescendingly and said:
“No one can help you, think about your son and daughter, they still have a bright future.”
He is giving the other party a chance to choose.
Black robe or daughter?
Morse got up in embarrassment and said tremblingly: "What on earth do you want to do? I am a noble of Dorne and have my own lord. I cannot be loyal to the Iron Throne."
“Keolun is not a prince, he is just consuming the strength of you nobles through war.”
Rhaegar made the point and extended an olive branch: "Be loyal to the Iron Throne, and I will make you a marquis and expand the territory of House Manwudi."
He raised his hand and pinched the tip of Lysa's nose, and said with a smile: "Fight for the Iron Throne, your son can become my squire, and your daughter can be sent to Dragonstone to be the companion of Princess Targaryen."
Very generous terms.
Morse was stunned for a moment and couldn't figure it out: "Are you sure, why?"
He doesn’t believe in good things like pie in the sky.
The Dornish people will have their spines broken if they surrender to the Iron Throne, and they will also be ostracized by feudal enemies such as the River Bend. They will be unpopular both internally and externally.
Rhaegar said frankly: "My child is about to be born, and I might even have a daughter."
Half truths and half lies are better than true feelings.
Hearing this, Morse looked at a pair of children and glanced at the terrifying black dragon, and his heart fell silent.
There is no room for resistance at all.
Clenched his teeth and asked, "You will abide by your oath."
"certainly."
"I will not surrender to the Iron Throne, but I can surrender to you."
"Why?"
Rhaegar frowned.
Morse said: "Seeing you, I seem to see the conqueror a hundred years ago, calm and calm, decisive and tolerant. I just want to offer my loyalty to you."
Rhaegar’s eyes narrowed.
In other words, he probably doesn’t trust the Iron Throne and joins his service to listen to his instructions but not his announcement.
Rega smiled and said: "Swear the oath."
He is the future king, and House Manwudi is still the subject of the Iron Throne.
All Dorne will crawl at his feet.
—
Mors knelt on one knee, lowered the proud head of the Manwudi family, and said solemnly: "I swear to the old and new gods to be loyal to Rhaegar of the Targaryen family, respect him, love him, and complete what he has entrusted me to do at all costs. mission!"
The oath is sacred and unchangeable, Morse said in one breath.
Rhaegar looked calm and held the hilt of True Fire's sword. The scabbard turned to Dickon and said, "Hold it, this sword."
Dickon lowered his head, ignoring his burned hands, and held the scabbard obediently.
唰—
The real fire comes out of its sheath, and the cold light suddenly appears.
Rhaegar held Lysa in one hand and put the sword on Morse's shoulder with the other. He said calmly: "I swear by the old and new gods to accept your allegiance. You will be the cool breeze of summer and the oar of a long voyage."
“You will abide by your honor and will not be stained with filth.”
“There will always be a place for you by my hearth, today and every day.”
After saying that, the pitch-black sword touched Morse's shoulders one after another.
With a snap, it was returned to the scabbard.
Morse took a deep breath and accepted the fact that he was loyal to a Targaryen. With a hint of excitement in his fear, he stood up and saluted: "My prince, King's Tomb City will fight for you, please give the order."
Rhaegar glanced back and said seriously: "Open the city gate, Wangzhong City will serve as a transfer station for the army."
Morse gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, Prince!"
Go directly outside and order the soldiers to open the gate of this dangerous city.
Under the cliff.
The Allied Forces of the Reach have been waiting for a long time.
(End of this chapter)
