Chapter 453: Old Town, I'm eyeing it
Chapter 453 Old Town, I’m eyeing it
Rhaegar **** his long, disheveled hair and reminded: "There is no help from me here, you have to take part in this."
There are very few people under his command who are exposed to magic.
True In Oldtown, Varys has a hard time distinguishing between good and evil.
Aemond was the first to raise his hand and said positively: "I'm here. Dorne should learn to remember blood and fire."
At the cost of an eye, Dorne was his greatest enemy.
Helena avoided the corpses in sight and raised her hands silently.
Aegon glanced at his stupid younger siblings and took a step forward with a smile.
How could such a good thing be missing from him?
Daemon and Rhaenys looked at each other and nodded with different expressions.
the student surpasses the master.
The battlefield of Dorne is not under their control. Facing their nephew's request, the pressure outweighs Viserys's rebuke.
Besides, Donne really needed a lesson.
Looking around, Rhaegar nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, in the next few months, let Dorn carefully feel the aftereffects of the Dragon's Wrath."
At one order, a large number of corpses were moved into the city.
Rhaegar shared the [Dragon Stone] with them, and one by one they were enlightened to feel the magic in their blood.
Conquering Dorne is an opportunity.
The Targaryens were united as never before, transforming into an all-round Dragon King family.
How can a Dragon King who does not understand witchcraft deserve to be called a Dragon King?
…
The white horse has passed by, and the month has passed.
Yronwood City.
The once prosperous town was reduced to scorched earth, with countless rubble and corpses piled up.
At first glance, it looks like falling into hell.
Outside the collapsed city wall, a large number of soldiers from the Reach gathered to guard the bone road and stationed themselves in a camp several miles away.
“Hiss…”
On this day, six giant dragons flew out of the camp, screaming and chasing each other.
The jet-black wings cover the sky and the sun, the scarlet dragon shadow is as fast as lightning, and the light blue scales blend into the blue sky...
There is also an ugly mud dragon, set against a bunch of ferocious and handsome dragons.
Stand out from the crowd!
The giant dragon descended slowly, like six mountain peaks of different sizes taking root.
Six figures in red robes walked down the dragon's back and gathered together.
One person took off his hood, revealing a delicate face as pale as paper.
Rhaegar remained in his dragon-born state, with a horn protruding from his forehead, and he took out a glass candle as usual.
“It’s been almost a month since the first round of Dragon’s Wrath ended, and it’s time to give the Dornish people some memories.”
As he spoke, the real fire at his waist was inserted into the ground, and the flaming red heart at the end of the sword's hilt and the glass candle flickered red.
“Let’s do it.”
Damon took off his hood, his voice impatient, and his eyes full of exploratory desire.
He learned the binding spell in advance, not wanting his nephew to know more.
【Dragon Stone】is a strategic level of blood witchcraft.
Rhaegar's expression was indifferent. He took one last look at Yronwood City and said to himself: "The next time we meet, we should call it the Dragon King's Altar."
Clapping his palms, the glass candle was placed casually at his feet.
Poof!
The glazed candle wick emitted flames and swayed in strange arcs.
As if they got a signal, the dragons immediately became restless.
The Glutton's green vertical eyes were sinister, and he roared into the sky, spraying dragon flames at the ruined town.
The other five giant dragons followed suit and hovered over the ruins, spraying dragon flames in unison.
Boom! boom!
Wood and kerosene were placed in the ruins in advance to intensify the fire after being detonated.
In a moment of tea, the entire ruined town was once again engulfed in flames.
It seems like a reenactment of the tragedy of the dragon burning the city.
ice…)
Rhaegar’s eyes were bright and he was silently reciting strange spells.
Dimon and others were also unambiguous and gathered together to chant along.
Looking down from a high altitude, the six people do not look like the Targaryen royal family, but more like the red-robed witchcraft beyond the narrow sea.
A magical scene happened.
As the spell was exported, the stone ignited by the dragon flame melted into liquid, swallowed up the piled remains of Dornish nobles and knights, and solidified into black dragon stone.
Wherever the glutton passes, green dragon flames engulf everything, and materials change texture at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The real fire is inserted diagonally into the ground, and the flaming red heart at the end absorbs the fire magic and stimulates the flames to rise.
The glazed candle blooms with seven colors, like a rainbow.
Unconsciously, the sky became dark.
The acrid gun smoke filled the air and the scorching wind blew.
Rhaegar remained as still as a pine tree, using his abundant fire magic power to control the shape of the black dragon stone.
The fire spread and engulfed the entire town.
Gradually, it became dark.
The fire illuminated the dark night, and the smell of sulfur carried on the wind for dozens of miles.
…
After seven days and nights.
The weather is sunny and the clouds are white.
At the exit of Bone Road, the majestic city of Yronwood turned into a dream.
The black dragon soared into the sky, circling in circles around a dazzling coal mountain.
Behind it, several giant dragons of different colors followed, surrounding the "Meishan".
It is a tall, steep and grotesque peak.
It is completely dark, has a weird shape, exudes an ominous atmosphere, and stands alone in the desert.
The mountain is in the shape of a creeping dragon, with rugged black stones on the surface that resemble obsidian scales.
The foot of the mountain covers the original castle, and the area is not large.
The height is unusually protruding, a full fifteen hundred feet.
At the top of the giant peak, the mimic dragon's neck is stretched out, with a ferocious dragon head on top.
At this time, the black dragon slowed down, flapped its wings and landed, grabbing the steep mountain with its hind feet.
The thick dragon neck is extended, and the dragon head just covers the black stone dragon head.
“Glutton, you’re blocking the view.”
Rhaegar, with a smile on his face, sat on the edge of the black stone dragon's kiss where the cool breeze blew.
Helena wrapped her loose red robe tightly and lay on her brother's lap, sleeping soundly.
Aemond's eyes were full of envy, and he and Rhaegar were back to back, taking out the dagger and showing it off to Aegon, who had a look of contempt on his face.
Daemon and Rhaenys are the elders, hiding from the glutton who suddenly pressed down, standing on the horn crown and looking down.
“If I hadn’t participated with my own hands, it would have been like a miracle.”
Rhaenys had a look of emotion on her face, she had not yet recovered from the shock of shaping a huge mountain.
Rega pinched Helena's cheek and said with a smile: "Compared to building a castle, Longshan is much simpler."
You only need to prepare consumables, no need to worry about planning.
…
A sharp neighing sound came from the mountainside of Longshan, which was the back of the black stone dragon.
Colakxiu snake stretched its neck and slowly crawled out of the cave.
Up and down Dragon Mountain, large and small caves are exposed, forming natural dragon nests.
Looking at the appearance, it looks like a fallen giant black dragon, transformed into a giant peak that feeds future generations.
Regardless of the actual effect, it is also an external form, which far exceeds that of Junlin Dragon Cave and Qianmianyu Dragon Nest.
It is completely a stunning work that transcends the times.
Daemon's eyes flashed and he asked himself: "This is the tip of the iceberg of Ancient Valyria. How great should Ancient Valyria be at its peak."
While he and Lannar were traveling around the Free Trade City, they once went to the library to read about the Dragon King in ancient Valyria.
One thousand giant dragons and forty dragon king families.
In a war on the Rhoyne, three hundred dragons burned the Rhoyne, known as the "Mother River", to dry up.
Rhaegar looked back and smiled: "Targaryen will also have magic from now on. As long as there are no internal problems, the glory of ancient Valyria will be restored sooner or later."
Forty dragon king families spent thousands of years conquering the western part of Essos continent.
The Targaryen family has no competitors. Now it owns the entire continent of Westeros. It just needs stable and long-term development.
Dimon is ambitious and smiles: "I can't wait."
Seeing the heritage of the top Dragon King family, his horizons quickly broadened.
A small Tyrosh seems to have lost the initial feeling of fullness.
Just as he was talking, there was a sound of climbing on Longshan Mountain.
A messenger soldier broke out in a cold sweat, lying on the steep black stone dragon's neck, and spoke in a strong voice: "Prince, there is news from the old town. Starfall City and Blemont City are attacking the Qingting Island defense line, and there is a large-scale attack on the old town. intention.”
Hearing this, Rhaegar made no comment and glanced at Damon vaguely.
Damon smiled and said nothing, folding his hands on his chest to watch the show.
Especially when I paused twice at my niece wrapped in a red caterpillar, her eyes were full of teasing.
Good boy, a lady from the Eagle's Nest is not enough trouble, yet she dares to reach out to Allison's daughter.
Has a bit of his original demeanor.
“Old Town?”
Before Rhaegar could speak, Aegon took over the conversation first.
When he mentioned his old minister Hightower, Aegon's face looked like he had eaten a dead fly, and he said impatiently: "It's not that we didn't hit Oldtown, so what's the rush?"
The messenger looked embarrassed and replied: "The acting city lord of Old Town sent a message. Count Mond requested the royal family to destroy Starfall City and Bramont City to ensure the safety of Old Town."
Aegon was extremely irritable: "The war in Dorne is in a state of decay. My father hasn't even said anything yet, and Oldtown wants to intervene?"
Whether you have it or not, let’s put a big hat on it first.
Rhaegar looked at him in surprise, secretly wondering: "My stupid brother, has a brain?"
Have a second thought.
Hytower was outraged at the shameful forced marriage to Aegon.
The messenger was so frightened that he could not speak.
Rhaegar waved his hand and said: "Go down, I will protect the old town at the critical moment."
He burned Starfall City and Bramont City himself and knew the hidden truth.
The old town was beaten, so hold on first.
At the critical moment, he will express something.
The messenger soldiers didn’t understand this and went down the mountain as if they were facing an amnesty.
The first round of dragon wrath swept across Dorne, and the crown prince sacrificed the remains of Dornish people to a terrible mountain.
The Targaryen family's reputation adds a touch of darkness.
Rhaegar Targaryen's name is known to everyone in Dorne. It can not only stop children from crying, but also scare the timid ones to death when they hear it.
“Hmm~~”
Helena was woken up, her body was like a caterpillar chrysalis for a while, and she said stupidly: "Brother, what happened in Longshan will be reported back to Dorne."
“What’s wrong?” Rhaegar pulled her cheek hard.
Helena murmured sleepily: "You might be stigmatized as cruel."
Like Maegor the Cruel.
Rhaegar didn't care, and even wanted to laugh: "The conqueror was the first to execute the dragon's wrath. Don't forget how many people died in the wrath."
History is written by the victors.
Maegor was called cruel, not only for his crazy behavior after his resurrection, but also for losing his life.
He will not lose!
Let alone being assassinated on the Iron Throne for no apparent reason.
Patted Helena's slender waist and said with a smile: "Get up as soon as you wake up. The Dornish people haven't had enough memory yet, and they are eager for the second round of dragon's wrath to come."
The gentlest tone, tell the most cruel incident.
Helena shuddered and got up quickly and obediently.
Rhaenys interjected from the side: "What should we do in Old Town? Lord Mondstadt has asked for help."
“When the time comes, I will take action.”
Rhaegar had his own idea and said: "My father was assassinated and is still recuperating on the bed. He has been sleeping for most of the day. The price Dorne paid is far from enough."
He will continue to kill.
Fighted until Dorne and no one resisted.
Fight until Dorne surrenders.
The mere mention of the Iron Throne in Dorne makes your knees weak.
As long as the goal is not achieved, the dragon's wrath will not end.
Even if Dorne is wiped out!
“Let’s go.”
Rhaegar mounted Glutton and said condescendingly: "There are changes in Bone Road and Sunspear City. The resistance forces are like bamboo shoots springing out of their shells. They pop up from the ground after a few days of neglect."
Old town, wish for good fortune.
Next time you go, be sure to settle some bad debts!
(End of this chapter)
