Chapter 443: Scales of Meraxes
Chapter 443 The Scales of Meraxes
Dorneland, southwest desert.
The wind and sand are dancing wildly all over the sky, the scorching sun is baking the earth, and the sizzling sound of the souls of the dead can be heard in the air.
At the end of the desert, a long winding river flows.
Duckweed grows in the river water, and the surface is turbid and green.
Whenever a strong wind blows, the disgusting burning smell will spread for miles around.
This river is one of the main streams connecting the interior of Dorne to the Summer Sea, the Sulfur River.
Beside the river, a tall and eerie castle stands.
Helgate Castle.
The loud roar of the dragon echoed through half of the Sulfur River, and a dark reflection appeared in the yellow sand, like a mountain moving slowly.
The strong wind blew up, and the gravel made a loud rumbling sound.
The glutton reveals his true form.
Green vertical pupils glowed with dangerous light, fangs unconsciously overflowed with dragon flames, and the huge body shrouded the road paved with yellow sand.
Suddenly, there was the sound of horses neighing on a large scale.
Under those broad, pitch-black wings, a cavalry team of 5,000 men and horses charged at full strength.
Each soldier half-squinted his eyes, trying not to let the sand penetrate into his eyelids and wrinkle his rough, tanned face.
Mond ran at the front of the team, wearing a gauze scarf instead of a helmet to protect his head. He shouted with great joy: "Hellgate Castle is ahead, we are here!"
“Sir, be careful of the trap!”
The surroundings were surrounded by guards wearing high-tower clan emblems, who hurriedly protected the lord behind them.
Mont was so happy that he almost burst into tears. He immediately began to complain: "I have been running around day and night for seven days, and my **** is almost worn out."
Stabilized the tens of thousands of victims at Prince's Pass and participated in the great victory over Tianji City.
After finally breaking into the hinterland of Dorne, the Crown Prince began to intensify the war.
Donald led fifteen thousand troops and rushed to Yronwood City at the end of the Bone Road.
He was forced to lead 5,000 cavalry and rushed towards the barren Prison Gate Castle.
While thinking, Mond reached out and took out his crotch, his eyes were red: "I haven't given birth to a son yet, so I am just deliberately making things difficult."
The guards looked at him strangely and did not dare to talk.
Mond wiped the corner of his eyes and scolded: "There is sand in my eyes, so keep them tightly around me. Don't let the wind and sand blow to me."
“Yes, my lord.”
The guards lowered their heads, accustomed to the lord's arrogance.
“Hiss…”
There was a sharp roar from the front, and the light blue dragon shadow broke through the yellow sand, like a clear spring in the desert.
The soldiers looked up one after another, hearing the warning in the dragon's roar.
Rhaegar, who was on the dragon's back, raised his eyes and said warily: "Glutton, there is no need to guide you."
The voice was spoken in dragon-taming language, and the weak sound could still reach the dragon's mind.
"Roar!"
Hunter didn't want to control his speed for a long time. He screamed and flapped his wings, and his figure soared quickly in the strong wind.
Helgate Castle, one kilometer outside the city gate.
A tall mountain made of flesh and blood appeared, blocking the only way into the city.
The mountain is not made of stone or soil.
But the carcasses of cattle and sheep have been hastily skinned and piled up into a **** "mountain".
The mountain body is not bright red. The flesh and blood have deteriorated and solidified, turning into a rotten black and red color that directly hits the heart.
Hundreds of meters away, a terrifying army of flies could be seen buzzing, covering the mountain of meat airtightly.
——
The glutton descended slowly, creating a strong wind when it hit the ground, causing hundreds of thousands of flies to buzz.
Rega frowned into a knot, resisting the psychological discomfort caused by the visual impact.
Menghuo landed on the other side, carrying Helena in a thin dress.
Helena stared at the spectacle, a look of inquiry flashed through her eyes, and she said calmly: "The Uller family has run away, are we still going into the city?"
Look at that appearance, not moved by "disgusting" at all.
Based on this alone, he is more courageous than Rhaegar, who has experienced hundreds of battles.
“You really don’t mind being disgusted.”
Rhaegar recalled Helena's past hobby of playing with bugs and said calmly: "When entering the city, you cannot be stopped by the Uler family's power."
But a mountain of rotten meat piled up with livestock carcasses did not scare him.
Helena nodded her head and said worriedly: "All the livestock that cannot be taken away from the city are here, and our army has no supplies."
At the beginning of the First Dornish War, the madness of the Dornish people came to the fore.
After abandoning the city, any supplies that cannot be taken away will not be retained.
Grain was burned to ashes, cattle and sheep were killed and left to rot, and wells were poisoned...
All kinds of crazy incidents happen frequently.
Rhaegar was well prepared after hearing about the army's food and drink problems: "The Sulfur River connects to the Summer Sea. I have already ordered Mondstadt to notify the Old Town to transport food."
Oldtown's fleet of cargo ships pass through the Summer Sea all year round, trading around the world.
Mond personally sat at Hellgate Keep and was not afraid of Hightower's unwilling donation of supplies.
“Let’s go and wait for the army to enter the city.”
Seeing Helena clearing up her doubts, Rhaegar patted the black dragon on its back.
The glutton sprayed a breath of dragon flame on the flesh and blood spectacle, flapped his wings and left.
Helena also patted the dream fire and soared towards Hellgate Castle.
When the rear cavalry arrived, they saw a green volcano in the distance.
The green dragon flame has extremely strong adhesion and is as durable as wildfire.
In the barren desert, the green fire kept burning for seven days and seven nights until the last cattle and sheep bones were burned away.
…
Helgate Castle, in the city.
The "yellow and crimson flames" banner symbolizing House Uller was removed and replaced with the Targaryen banner of three red dragons.
The Reach army arrived and took over the garrison of the four city walls.
During this process, the Dornish people in the city watched intently and made no sound from the beginning to the end.
Rhaegar paid more attention and found that it was exactly as recorded in the book.
There is not a single strong Dornish man in this huge town. The Dornish people standing in the streets and alleys are all women, children, old, weak, or disabled men.
Mond came closer and gloated: "It seems that the Uller family will not give up."
It is well known that this family has a unique evaluation.
Half mad, half worse.
Rhaegar was unmoved, glanced sideways at him, and said to himself: "Helena and I will leave soon, and you will defend this city."
"ah?"
Mond was startled and raised his hand to point at his big nose.
Rhaegar simply ignored it.
“That’s right, that’s right.”
Helena looked like she was taking it for granted, clenching her fists to cheer up her dear uncle.
Then, in Mond’s heartbroken eyes, the brother and sister walked away hand in hand.
Target, House Uler's tower.
…
Along the way, many Dornish women and children watched secretly, with a hint of resentment hidden in their cowardice.
War comes, disaster comes.
There was no food, no livestock, and even the father, husband, and son who lived together day and night were forcibly drafted into the army.
“This is the cruelty of war.”
Rhaegar accepted it calmly, even considering whether to massacre the city.
He has seen more naked looks of hatred.
Faced with this situation, if talking about benefits doesn't work, just kill them all.
Helena drooped her head, looking absent-minded.
Rhaegar saw it and wanted to offer some words of comfort.
The little girl suddenly raised her head, her eyes were clear, and she said confusedly: "Be careful of the beast under the floor!"
“Helena?”
Rhaegar was startled for a moment, then raised his hand to touch her head.
Helena ducked sideways and walked quickly in one direction with her head down.
The brother and sister have entered the tower.
Rhaegar was alert and sent more soldiers to search the tower and keep up with Helena.
The little girl walked around the dark tower, and behind the castle was a bare manor.
Helena seemed to have been here before. She walked through the stone path with ease and found a deep dungeon under a windmill tower.
The dungeon was built five meters deep underground, with a few oil lamps hung sporadically on the walls covered with condensation.
“Water beads?”
Rhaegar was paying attention to Helena's movements and was distracted by wiping on the wall.
The water stains are cool and have a faint smell of burning.
This burning smell is so common that even the musty smell in the dungeon cannot cover it up.
Rhaegar thought of the location of the windmill tower and realized: "The dungeon is connected to the Sulfur River, and the walls are flooded with water."
“Brother, I found it.”
Helena spoke suddenly, interrupting his thoughts.
“What did you find?”
“Not sure, I got confused.”
Helena stood in the interrogation room of the dungeon, surrounded by darkness, with only a dim oil lamp hanging above her head.
Rhaegar stepped forward and stroked her slightly curly hair, feeling both distressed and relieved.
The little girl has similar talents to him, including the side effect of being sympathetic.
Helena’s eyes were bright, enjoying her brother’s caress, and pointed to a corner: “There seems to be something there.”
"I gonna go see."
Rhaegar waved his hand and burned a ball of fire, illuminating the gloomy interrogation room.
In the corner of the wall, two extremely conspicuous items are stacked.
A piece of broken, old women's armor.
The armor is very damaged, with only a complete breastplate and half a skirt.
The breastplate is made of black steel, painted a bold red, and carved into the shape of dragon scales.
“Targaryen armor.”
Rhaegar opened his eyes wide.
He has seen similar armor.
The armor worn by Aunt Rhaenys is of this type. The red color and dragon scales that represent the Targaryen are combined into a practical protective gear.
The source of this armor comes from a pair of sisters of Aegon the Conqueror.
Queen Visenya and Queen Rhaenys.
Thinking about the origin of the armor, Rega felt as if someone had hit him hard in the heart, and he immediately turned his head to look at another item.
The moss-covered corner of the wall is dim and hard to see.
A silvery human-shaped object lies on its side.
"elder brother!"
Helena’s eyes widened and turned into a look of surprise.
"Ok, I know."
Rhaegar’s voice was calm and his eyes were fixed on the object.
It’s not a corpse or anything disgusting.
It was a piece of loose armor made of silver-white dragon scales connected in series.
That’s right, dragon scales!
Each piece of dragon scale is half the size of a palm. Holes are drilled into the scales and they are strung together with twine to resemble an armor.
Lega's mind was in confusion, and he stepped forward to touch the silver-white dragon scales and red armor remnants.
“This exploration mission has begun, and the target is the scales of Meraxes.”
The system prompt sounded suddenly, unexpectedly but not unexpectedly.
The system panel automatically appears.
【Melassis' scales】
Exploration progress: 0.5%
Rhaegar closed the panel and fumbled for two pieces of armor in silence, his expression dark and uncertain.
Helena stared from behind and felt that her brother's breath was disturbed.
It is like a volcano that has been silent for many years, accumulating strong hatred and anger.
(End of this chapter)
