Chapter 605 The sheep thief shows off his power
"A dragon egg?"
Helena frowned and picked up a small piece of clothing she was sewing.
Rega's lips curled up slightly, and he placed the black dragon egg in the baby cradle prepared in advance: "Dreamfire's egg, do you remember it?"
It once belonged to him, but unfortunately it could not be hatched.
Helena nodded, suddenly remembering the origin of the dragon egg.
It was Rhaenyra who snatched it back from King Daemon.
At that time, Aegon was not yet born.
Rhaegar sat down, touched Helena's bulging belly with his palm, and said with a smile: "When father is cured, the child will be born."
He predicted it would be a boy.
Helena rolled her eyes and slowly pursed her lips.
"I'm leaving for Qohor tomorrow."
Rhaegar accompanied him patiently and opened the topic: "Where's Aegon? Why don't you see him?"
"At Harrenhal, he fell in love with the Hall of the Hundred Furnaces."
"Haha, that's a great place for a banquet."
"His concubine is pregnant, and the bachelor speculates that it is a boy."
The brother and sister asked and answered questions, talking about Aegon's good deeds.
Helena's little face condensed, she lay next to Rhaegar's ear, and said very seriously: "Aegon's princess Elena was very jealous, and secretly sent a letter to her mother to complain, but Aegon found out and drove her back to the Stepstone Islands. ”
After speaking, he raised his chin slightly, like a proud kitten asking for praise.
Rega hesitated for a moment, rubbed her plush head, and said speechlessly: "This kid really dares to love and hate."
Even after the war between black and green, Aegon still has a shadow on Hightower.
Allison's status has plummeted, and he can't help his unpopular niece.
After a while, Helena yawned and lay on her strong lap without being seen.
"The baby will be born in three months, so you have to be careful."
Rhaegar smoothed her hair and enjoyed the rare quiet afternoon.
Helena closed her eyes, rubbed her little head into her arms, and hummed softly with the tip of her nose red.
King's Landing is known as a leaky rat's nest.
Any Targaryen king who lives there will be watched by countless eyes.
A little girl stayed behind at the Red Keep, sleeping alone every night.
Rhaegar adjusted his breathing and calmed the beating of his heart.
Bring up the system panel.
【Rhaegar Targaryen】
Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragonborn (69%)
Runes: Bronze (green), Ouroboros (blue), Dream-eating Toad (purple)
Blood Witchcraft: Binding Spell (Blue), Dance of Dragons (Purple), Dance of Blood (Purple)...
Relics: Blood and Fire, Vision of Dreams, Pure Water...
Special props: space necklace, dragon horn (exclusive)
Comment: "The magic power in the blood is excessively depleted, and the true dragon will fall into a deep sleep."
Rhaegar scanned it once and lowered his eyes silently.
The consequences of reckless use of the Dragon's Horn may last for a year or even several years.
Although it does not affect the foundation, it is still a bit weak.
The fire magic in the blood became thinner and slowly recovered day after day.
Maybe you need to find a place with plenty of fire magic.
For example, Dragon Mountain on Dragonstone.
"Brother~"
Helena closed her eyes tightly and suddenly whispered: "Aemond will be in danger."
…
It's night.
The king's palace.
"Come on, be careful."
With calm eyes, Allison helped her husband turn over, wrung out the towel and wiped his body.
"Hiss~~"
Viserys gasped in pain as the wet towel touched the cut on his back.
"Sorry sorry."
Allison was startled and took out the ointment and applied it carefully.
The evening breeze blew through the curtains, filling the bedroom with the smell of herbs.
Viserys was bloated and had cuts and cuts all over his body. The wounds were clogged due to long periods of lying in bed.
Alisson has long been used to it, and his movements are skillful and gentle.
"Thanks a lot."
Viserys gritted his teeth and spoke breathlessly.
Allison moved for a moment, then applied the medicine as if nothing had happened.
After so many years, I have become accustomed to it.
Viserys glanced up and whispered, "The children have grown up."
"Yeah." Allison responded calmly.
"When I regain my energy, I'll take you back to the old town on Wormisor."
Viserys lay down again, smiling and chatting.
Allison's expression changed, and his inner world was rich.
"It will get better, everything will be fine."
Viserys closed his eyes and murmured.
…
A few days later.
Essos continent, Qohor.
"Hiss!"
An ugly mud dragon soared over the city, and every time its brown wings passed by, dragon flames like mud dots scattered thinly.
There was deathly silence in the city, with brown mud-colored dragon flames and pitch-black scorched earth everywhere.
Most of the buildings were destroyed, and the temple built against the mountain was reduced to ruins.
Civilians took refuge in cellars as if the end of the world was coming.
Outside the city gate, Kohol Forest.
A large scroll with three red dragons painted on it was placed in the military camp, surrounded by Dothraki who gathered to vent their anger.
Chaotic sounds entered the tent, igniting the already hidden anger.
Bang!
Emond's face turned livid and he kicked the sand table over with a gloomy expression: "These damn untouchables, they are so unafraid of death!"
The dragon burned for several days, but no one opened the city to surrender.
The Dothraki cavalry were not good at attacking the city, and they gathered together to cause chaos all day long at Kaa's signal.
"Vulgar barbarians, lowly bastards."
Aemond squinted and saw outside the tent, two Dothraki men were slashing each other with swords over a woman with bare breasts.
Zila——
One person's artery was severed and blood gushed out.
The winner screamed wildly, and regardless of the stench and blood on his face, he hugged the woman and rode on the corpse to exercise.
The more he looked at it, the angrier he became, and Emond wanted to pluck out his only remaining eye.
"Don't be carried away by anger. The advantage is always on our side."
Otto stepped aside silently and turned the wrench on his thumb.
The situation was indeed difficult, and the untouchables of Qohor were furious.
But there is a giant dragon on their side.
Aemond said sarcastically: "How do you think we can make up for a lost city, grandpa?"
"We have plenty of time, but they don't."
Otto raised his eyelids, and the old god said: "There is a lot of gold in the city, but there is not enough food."
Cole, who had been guarding the door, walked in and said: "Prince, there are other free trade city-states doing tricks here. We should cut off part of the route."
Such as Braavos, Pentos, and the nearest Norvos.
These three city-states worked together to secretly encourage the Qhor riots.
Emond sneered: "If they dare to come, they will be cut into pieces by me and fed to the dragon."
"Yes, this is how you should treat untouchables!"
Bartimus was lying on the floor in the corner, stretching his bandaged and bloody abdomen, complaining loudly about the injuries he had suffered.
He was almost dragged out of his intestines, tied to the gallows and had his dick cut off.
It was better not to speak, but Aemond's veins popped out when he heard the voice.
Bang!
He picked up a stone sign and hit the opponent on the head, pointing at his nose and yelling: "Shut up, you stupid ugly toad!"
Bartimus screamed in response, his head being smashed and bleeding.
But he had no hands, so he could only cover the wound with his sleeves, which was both pitiful and ridiculous.
There was no one present to persuade him, and everyone looked on with cold eyes.
Who can tell a rich guy to come up with high-pressure policies that squeeze every last drop of blood from the common people?
He is primarily responsible for the riots in Kohol.
…
In the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly.
A huge black dragon flew across the continuous white clouds, its shadow covering a large area of lush forest, and then landed in a hidden clearing.
Boom——
The huge body crushed many tree trunks and kicked up flying dust.
"Wait for me, glutton."
Rhaegar looked solemn as he looked down at the empty wooden fence camp below, then turned over and slid off the dragon's back.
In the huge camp, apart from horse manure and hoof pits all over the ground, there was only stinking excrement.
Rhaegar frowned and held his breath to search.
"His Majesty!?"
The curtain of the main tent was opened, and Otto and Cole walked out one after another.
When Rhaegar saw an old acquaintance, he looked Otto up and down and noticed his old face.
I almost didn't recognize that this was the imperial minister who used to pay attention to appearance.
"Your Majesty, why are you here?"
Cole looked confused, and his body in white robes and silver armor was a little stiff.
Rhaegar was not in the mood for small talk and went straight to the point: "Where is Aemond?"
"prince……"
Cole hesitated and opened his mouth to report.
Otto took the lead and said in a deep voice: "Aemond has led the Dothraki cavalry to attack the city and has been setting off for an hour and a half."
Hearing this, Rega was disappointed, turned around and left: "Keep the camp, I'll go find him."
No matter what the situation is, meet the person first before talking.
Something is wrong with Qohor, there is a conspiracy.
quite a while.
Looking at the king riding on the dragon and riding away, Otto's eyes were deep and he thought: "It really comes in a hurry and leaves in a hurry."
Grandson Aemond is a qualified warrior, but not a trustworthy commander.
The waters of Qohor have been muddied by the power struggle involving the remaining Free Cities and the Targaryens, threatening to overwhelm them if they are not careful.
What will the arrival of the king herald?
Is it a suppression of the Free Trade City, or a formal declaration of war on the continent of Essos.
…
Meanwhile, Qohor is being invaded.
"Fire the arrow!!"
A large number of Tyroshi mercenaries with colorful hair stood on the city wall, manipulating scorpion crossbows and drawing bows and firing arrows.
The Unsullied army originally stationed in the city-state has long been killed.
"Oh, hey~~"
Dothraki cavalry gathered under the city wall, howling with strange sounds that penetrated people, and fired arrows one after another.
Due to the lack of siege weapons, they could only rely on flesh and blood to charge, using simple wooden ladders and wooden stakes to hit the city gate.
"Everyone get out of here!"
Aemond's voice sounded, accompanied by the arrogant and domineering dragon roar.
"Hiss!!"
The sheep thief was agile and shuttled across the city, burning a row of mercenaries like a string of beads.
After several dragon flame attacks, corpses littered the city walls.
Boom——
The sheep thief took advantage of the victory and pursued it. His skinny body landed on the city gate, and he swung his head and struck with a chain-like dragon's tail.
"ah!……"
"Run away, the dragon is coming!"
The mercenaries screamed again and again, and a dozen unlucky ones were drawn by the dragon's tail and exploded into pieces on the spot.
The sheep thief is ugly in appearance but evil enough in his heart. He spreads his claw-like wings to show his majesty.
"Break down the city gate, you idiot!"
Aemond couldn't stand it and urged him not to be lazy.
"Hiss!"
The boss of the sheep thief was reluctant and shook his body in protest.
However, the two guys have a deep relationship and have long been accustomed to this way of getting along.
Aemond pulled hard on the saddle rope, trying to teach the disobedient mud dragon a lesson.
The sheep thief swung his dragon head, raised his horny tail, and hit the city gate quickly and fiercely.
Boom---
With one blow, the horny skin exploded and the solid city gate shook violently.
"Keep it up!"
Aemond was delighted, knowing that the effect was effective.
The sheep thief raised his dragon head proudly, picked up an unlucky mercenary and swallowed him, and continued to swing his dragon tail.
Boom---
After several consecutive hits, the city gate shook off the stone chips, and the bolt broke with a bang.
"Oh la la ~~"
The Dothraki cavalry was stunned, and then burst into fierce strange cries, and rushed into the city-state like wild beasts.
"Haha, well done!"
Aemond licked the corner of his lips, and looked at the masked sacrificial temple built on the mountain with his one eye.
There is a secret passage leading to the Forest of Qohor in the temple, and the trickster sneaked into Qohor through it.
"Sheep thief, where are you going!"
