Chapter 574 Sheep Thief vs Black Goat
The wedding was half fun and half fun, and all the guests were enjoying themselves.
Soon, cheerful music was playing, and the noble men were looking for dance partners.
"Rhaegar, where is my wedding gift?"
Aegon, with his face covered in lipstick marks, pushed over with his head held high.
Rhaegar was chatting with his father Viserys. Hearing this, he clapped his hands and said in disgust: "Wipe your face, as if you just came back from a brothel."
Aegon looked embarrassed and said with endless aftertaste: "These noble ladies are much hotter than prostitutes."
I just felt sorry for his little Zhui Zhui, who was almost crushed to death by an unscrupulous woman.
"His Majesty."
Two dragon men came slowly, carrying a furnace-like incubation vessel.
In front of Aegon, Rhaegar opened the lid of the vessel, revealing a dark purple dragon egg in the thick white smoke. He chuckled and said, "Happy wedding, brother."
"This dragon egg is quite beautiful."
Aegon's eyes were fiery, and he reached out to touch the dark purple dragon egg, but it was so hot that he threw away his hand: "Dream Fire's egg, or Silver Wing's egg?"
Such a beautiful dragon egg will definitely break out of the shell smoothly.
When the time comes, compete with Yang Yan to see who is more majestic and handsome.
Rhaegar put down the lid and smiled.
Viserys leaned on his cane, smiling at the two sons living in harmony, and gasped softly: "This is Vhagar's dragon egg. Rhaegar specially searched for it in the Dragon Mountain."
"Which old dragon's egg?"
Aegon was startled, and asked the attendants to carry the hatching container back to the bridal chamber like a baby.
Vhagar stopped laying eggs many years ago, and every dragon egg it belongs to is extremely precious.
Rhaegar still smiled and nodded enigmatically.
The rest was left to Aegon to figure out.
It's not that Dream Fire and Silver Wing's dragon eggs are bad, but there is another reason.
Vhagar's dragon eggs have been stored in Longshan for many years, and if they are not hatched, they will soon expire.
Just like this traditional wedding in Westeros.
As a good brother, Aegon had to shoulder the burden of courting the nobles and hatching the dying dragon eggs.
The father and son were enjoying themselves happily, and Aegon performed a lot of drinking on the spot.
After finishing a bottle of sweet fruit wine, Aegon's cheeks turned red. He leaned next to Rhaegar and muttered: "Rhaegar, when are you going to find a tonic for Sunfire?"
Sunfire was so badly injured that he is still in Meereen.
Without the dragon to accompany him, Aegon felt as if he was scratching his head.
Rega's eyes flashed and he replied: "Don't be impatient, it won't be long."
Before exploring the Sea of Smoke, I was planning to make a round trip to the Sorosos continent.
Last time I encountered a dark green wild dragon in the Sea of Dorne, I would not feel at ease until I found out the truth.
"Okay, this is what you said."
Aegon's eyes widened, drunkenly and foolishly.
Just as he was talking, a figure came in.
"Viserys."
Allison wore a green skirt, dug her fingers together, and said cautiously: "Are you okay?"
Aegon looked up when he heard this and said blankly: "Mommy~"
"Aegon, you have grown up."
Allison glanced at her husband, looked back at the drunken eldest son, and said in retrospect: "In the blink of an eye, you are married."
"Yes." Aegon nodded vigorously and said aggrievedly: "But I don't like Hightower's daughter."
Allison's expression was stagnant, and he accidentally picked his fingernails.
"Aegon, you've drunk too much. Go down and rest for a while."
Viserys patted his second son to save some face for his embarrassed wife.
Aegon looked around and muttered dissatisfied: "Okay~, I'll go find Diana and marry her next month."
After he left, Allison's expression softened.
Viserys said nothing, motioned to a nearby seat and whispered, "Sit down."
"Thanks."
Allison smiled strangely, then sat on the stool, stirring the hem of her skirt at a loss.
He did not return to King's Landing for many years and lived in seclusion at Harrenhal to serve the Seven Gods.
Leng Buding returned to the public, but she didn't know what the Queen Mother should do.
With her arrival, the atmosphere at the table became tense.
Allison looked around, his eyes fell on Rhaegar, and asked hesitantly: "Helena wrote to me. She is pregnant."
"That's right."
Rega took a sip of wine and said calmly: "You are going to be a grandmother soon."
Um……
Internally, tradition is followed, and it is not easy to tell the difference between grandma and grandma.
Allison lowered his head in despair, as if he couldn't accept it in his heart, and his thumbs were bleeding.
After fighting with Rhaenyra for half a lifetime, she ended up in this situation.
For a while, Allison reluctantly accepted the situation and hesitated several times.
She wanted to stay in the Red Keep.
Harrenhal is nice, but it's not a place for people.
Being confined in the chapel all day long and being monitored by the nuns all the time was driving her crazy.
"that……"
Allison gritted his teeth and ignored his face.
"You can stay in the Red Keep."
Rhaegar spoke first and interrupted: "Helena needs someone to take care of her. She hopes you can stay."
"real?"
Allison was stunned for a moment, unable to believe what his ears heard.
Rhaegar nodded and said calmly: "Stay, Rhaenyra is not in King's Landing, and the Red Keep needs a shrewd and capable woman to take care of it."
Helena was a little confused and could not hope to run the court.
Jenny has the ability and ideas, and will eventually return to the valley.
"Okay, I will definitely take good care of everyone."
Alisson smiled, shaking off his humility a little.
Rhaegar didn't care either.
The Hightower family is temporarily managed by Leonor Hightower, who is only 12 years old, and his status and strength have plummeted.
Otto is exiled and now does not know whether he will live or die.
Allison is in the palace and cannot make trouble.
"By the way, I just saw Darren, why don't I see Aemond?"
Allison hesitated a little, then asked: "Is it time for Emond to get married?"
Harrenhal has little information, and it is not known that Kassandra died.
Rhaegar's eyes flashed slightly, and he said uncertainly: "Aemond, you should be married."
Kingsguard Cole Christon had gone overseas half a month ago.
Now, it's time for news.
…
The continent of Essos.
Kohol.
"Hiss!"
There was a sharp roar and explosion, and the ugly brown mud-colored dragon soared into the clouds.
"dragon!……"
"Hide in the cave..."
In an instant, the city-state built on the mountain was filled with people and all kinds of shouts and chaos.
"Ha ha."
Aemond laughed heartily and saw the civilians below running away in fear. He grinned cruelly: "Dragon Flame, sheep thief!"
"Hiss!"
The sheep thief scanned back and forth with his vertical pupils, roared and swooped down, aiming at a black goat statue as tall as a yak in the center of the city and spitting out dragon flames.
Boom——
The dragon flames like mud dots scattered, and the statue burned through the charred holes and collapsed.
"Run away!"
"ah……"
The affected civilians screamed pitifully, and the brown dragon flames that smelled of earth gradually burned them into charred bones.
Qohor believes in the "Black Goat" as a religion.
The destruction of the Black Goat statue was a severe blow to the faith of civilians.
"Hiss!"
The sheep thief sniffed with his nose, locked in a certain direction, and pounced on it like a cat seeing a mouse.
boom--
At the back of the mountain, dragon flames blew up the wooden fence.
"Baa baa~~"
The sheepfold was destroyed, and herds of goats ran out, squealing and fleeing from the dragon's flames.
"Hiss!"
Excited, the sheep thieves destroyed more pens and drove hundreds of goats off pastures.
"Okay, let's have a good meal."
Aemond looked back at the Qohor Forest with one eye, but did not stop the mud dragon from acting without permission.
He waited for the troops to support him and completely captured the city-state.
"Hiss!"
The sheep thief roared ferociously and burned each goat before landing on the ground to feast on it.
The surrounding herdsmen and guards saw it and slowly backed away in panic.
Don't dare to stop it at all.
…
Kohol Forest.
Tap tap tap...
"The whole army speeds up and prepares siege equipment!"
Cole wore silver armor and white robes, rode an armored war horse, and commanded the army with high spirits.
In the lush primeval forest, the army was mixed, numbering no less than ten thousand.
Near the front, the two flags are particularly conspicuous.
Otto looked solemn, looking at the gray stone city-state that could only see a corner, and reminded: "Emond has taken action!"
Behind him, dozens of people formed a guard, all wearing armor branded with green towers.
"That kid is too impulsive, we have to clean up his mess quickly."
Bartimus Sediga followed closely, leading a guard of a hundred people.
The old guy has sparse silver hair, green eyes are shining, and he rides a white war horse.
However, his hands were cut off and he could only rely on his feet to step on the stirrups.
"Set off!"
Cole received the support of two old foxes and loudly issued military orders.
The rear of the large army.
A mercenary group of 3,000 people and a Dothraki cavalry of 5,000 people followed closely.
…
a long time.
Qohor, city gate.
Three thousand mercenaries lined up in order, rolled out siege vehicles and catapults, and stood ready.
"Ouch~~~"
The Dothraki cavalry surrounded them on horseback, waving their scimitars and screaming.
Cole looked upright and asked as usual: "Should we wait for the prince's order, or attack the city directly?"
"There's no rush yet."
Otto's eyes were deep, covered by the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and he calculated: "Qohor's defense is weak, with only a standing army of Unsullied."
Bartimus looked at the black-armored soldiers on the top of the city and made up his mind: "The dragon will be burned once, and we will declare surrender without killing, and coax the untouchables to open the city gate."
Cole frowned and hesitated: "It goes against the spirit of chivalry."
"Haha, but this is war."
Bartimus smiled treacherously and said proudly: "Getting the greatest reward with the smallest sacrifice is the purpose of our trip."
He married his daughter Celine Celtija to Aemond the One-Eyed.
For this reason, he almost fell out with the sea snake.
For the sake of a giant dragon, he spent all his money to support his one-eyed son-in-law and establish an exclusive territory.
Qohor, one of the free trade cities, not only possesses the most perfect blacksmith skills in the world.
It also has expensive fabrics such as wool, silk, and lace, and the cost is lower than in places like Mill.
After conquering Qohor, great wealth will flow from there.
…
Back mountain pasture.
"Hiss!"
The sheep thief was lying on the ground, and the ground was covered with scorched earth for miles around, covered with the charred bones of goats.
Swish!
An army of eight hundred Unsullied soldiers came slowly, armed with spears and bucklers.
"attack!"
The commander with the two spikes on his helmet had a loud voice and was the first to throw the spear.
The Unsullied followed suit one after another, throwing their spears in dense numbers.
Aemond looked on with cold eyes and sneered: "You are seeking your own death."
boom--
The sheep thief put his wings on the ground and climbed up after eating and drinking. The ground trembled under the weight of his huge body.
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...
Spears fell like rain, hitting the solid scales coated with mud.
Flutter!
The sheep thief sneered, and with a flap of his dragon wings, he lifted up a large piece of spears, and some dried mud spots flew out, but the scales on his body remained unchanged.
For a mature dragon, the human attack was like tickling.
It was just a small fight.
"Burn them all, sheep thief!"
Aemond's one eye was gloomy, and he gave orders coldly.
"Hiss!"
Without giving the Unsullied army a chance to react, the sheep thief took off with a run, and the dragon flames like mud spots covered the sky.
"Ah!..."
"Retreat, counterattack!"
After a mouthful of dragon flame, the Unsullied army suffered heavy losses.
The commander was full of fear, but still did not dare to retreat, and took out the second spear behind him.
