Chapter 641: The Iron Islands
Sunspear.
On a sunny afternoon, dragons hovered over the city.
"Hiss-"
The Greedy Man, with his faint green eyes, stood tall and lonely on the river beach outside Sunspear City, with a fierce aura like the arrival of an evil god.
Above its head, several giant dragons of different colors were scattered.
The moss-colored old dragon, the dark green Vhagar, the light blue Dreamfire...
On the tall city wall, two young giant dragons held their heads high, like gargoyles standing guard.
One is black and red, the other is light gray.
The six dragons came out together, and the entire Sunspear City seemed like an empty city, and the people were as silent as cicadas.
Not many years have passed since Dragon's Wrath, and the last melee between three dragons is still vivid in my mind.
However, upon closer inspection it becomes apparent.
The walls of Sunspear are studded with arrows, and the road leading to the Greenblood River is scabbed with dried blood.
By the Green Blood River.
Rega looked around and saw that the once prosperous wharf was reduced to scorched earth, with traces of smashing, smashing and looting everywhere.
"Your Majesty, the Ironborn didn't even spare the boats in the river."
Prince Quill, with a blood-stained bandage on his forehead, said with grief and anger: "All the big ships have sailed away, and all the fishing boats and the goods that cannot be taken away have been burned."
"Where did the Ironborn go after they looted them?"
Rega narrowed his eyes slightly and his voice was as cold as ice.
This group of ironborn are really stubborn and believe in the belief that force is better than hard work.
"News from Oldtown, the Iron Islands fleet has passed through the Shield Islands and has returned to the Iron Islands."
Prince Quill responded quickly.
The continent of Sothoryos is remote and lacks supplies. In addition, snakes, insects, rats, ants, and poisonous swamp miasma are rampant, resulting in a scarce population.
An iron type who is obviously not suitable for robbing for a living.
"The first thing King Dalton did when he returned to the Iron Islands was to organize his army to covet Lannister Port."
Helena wore a blue skirt and told in detail: "Duke Jason was imprisoned in Slaver's Bay, and Lannister Port is like a piece of fat without an owner."
"Idiot." Rhaegar cursed secretly.
How could the Lannister family produce such self-important embroidered pillows?
He put himself in danger for the sake of some money, wishfully waiting for his vassals and family members to save him.
"Father, Old Town and Seaside City can still assemble a fleet."
Bellon held the dragon claws on his waist and said with a serious expression: "Let's attack with the dragon and cooperate with the fleet to catch the iron man off guard."
The Velaryon fleet he led was stationed in Lys, monitoring the Summer Sea at all times.
Dalton's Iron Islands fleet took advantage of the last defensive battle of Volantis to quietly bypass the Stepstone Islands to attack Sunspear City.
After looting a batch of supplies, they returned to the Iron Islands openly.
Now, they are even coveting the laxly defended Lannister Port, and plan to cause chaos in the rear of the kingdom to the end.
Rega touched his eldest son's head and said with a hint of relief: "The plan is good, just follow this."
"Father, where is the Summer Sea?"
Belron's eyes were firm and he expressed doubts.
Pirates in the Three Women's Kingdom are becoming increasingly rampant, so it's impossible to be unprepared.
"No rush, let's take care of them one by one."
Lei Jia's eyes were dark and unclear, and he said coldly: "It's time for them to see what the Dragon King family is."
Daemon and Aemond had already set off, and Corlys and Rhaenys led the fleet to Volantis.
When peace is restored in the Seven Kingdoms, the third daughter's bastard who wants to restore the country will naturally not be able to escape.
"Your Majesty, Sunspear has suffered heavy losses."
Prince Quill took advantage of the opportunity and made a tentative suggestion; "You also said that you would like to allow Prince Mekar to have contact with his sister-in-law. I wonder if you should wait until after the war?"
The first half of the sentence is not important, Dorne is poor to begin with.
The second half of the sentence is the key point.
Everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knew that the king had lost a son who was a dragon master.
We must hurry up on the marriage.
Rhaegar glanced at him and already had an idea about the Green Blood River: "The dock will be repaired with funds from the treasury."
Prince Quill's eyes lit up.
However, Rhaegar added: "The royal family will build a prince's palace in memory of Prince Aemon on the other side of the Green Blood River, in the original lemon grove, and it will be funded by the wharf tax."
"Prince's palace?" Prince Quill was stunned for a moment, then cautiously said: "How long will it take to collect taxes?"
"After the construction of the palace is completed, the tax revenue will naturally be handed over to the Martell family."
Rega was serious and said calmly: "Before this, if you are urgent, you can provide some manpower to help."
The prince was completely dumbfounded and stood there at a loss.
The prince's palace on the ruins of Storm's End has not yet been constructed, so why go to the other side of the Greenblood River to build a palace?
Is that a construction palace?
That's occupying the docks and taxes, and stepping on the Martell family's heads to shit and piss.
Rhaegar looked like he was taking it for granted and didn't think it was too much.
How can a family that even retains the title of prince for pity and is unable to resist the Ironborn invasion be qualified to manage the Dorne Territory.
The Seven Kingdoms are still too loose, and the system has fundamental problems.
The prince's palace was established to supervise and manage the political power of a territory.
Storm's End Castle has lost the Baratheon family, and in the future, they will reward their heirs or install ministers.
There is still House Martell in Dorne, so the best solution is to suppress them and turn them into mascots.
The real power was left to the prince's palace for easy handling.
In particular, the prince's palace was not completed for a day, and the tax revenue from the dock of the Green Blood River was withheld.
In less than ten years, the Martell family will surely become a third-rate noble.
"According to local conditions, set up puppets to appease the local nobles."
Rhaegar cursed secretly.
Eamonn's accident made him think about many things.
Huairou cannot manage the stubborn nobles of the caste. Power and strategy are the sharpest tools.
Martell commands the Dornish, and the Iron Throne controls Martell.
Dorne's internal governance means that anything that happens cannot be blamed on the Iron Throne.
The agreed policy can be changed without changing the medicine. Prince palaces can be established in the Stormlands, the Western Region, and even the Northern Region.
It depends on whether these places obey the king's orders and whether they can withstand the burning of the dragon.
Prince Quill had a bright idea and saw that something was wrong.
Helena said softly: "Koleianni can go to King's Landing as the companion of Princess Visenya, and the royal family will take good care of her."
"Female companion?" Prince Quill hesitated.
Helena continued: "The war will last for a long time. If you stay in the Red Castle for a long time, you can also see the scenery of the Seven Kingdoms."
He is both a proton and a candidate for marriage.
Sure enough, Prince Quill shut his mouth and thought about the pros and cons of two things.
Rhaegar saw it and didn't care.
He had never considered marrying a foreigner, and his thoughts became more determined after Aemon's accident.
Targaryen is an outsider after all, and there is no reliable noble bloodline in Westeros.
Daemon left his blood, and so did Aegon.
By the time Aemond, Daeron, and the next generation had branched out, the family had digested it.
…
Three days later.
Iron Islands, Old Wyke Island.
Woo——
The solemn horn sounded, echoing on the Naga Hills.
Holding a horn, Dalton stood on the ancient platform wrapped in Naga's ribs, summoning his captains and sailors.
Hundreds of ships came from all around the Iron Islands, some big and some small like a fishing net.
More than three thousand iron types gathered, holding swords and wearing salted leather armor.
Everyone looked sad and exuded great resentment.
Their homes were burned down, and the young and old, as well as Yan's wife and Yan's concubine, were killed in the flames.
When the men returned home, all they saw was scorched earth and wreckage.
"Ironborn, who brought you together!"
Dalton stood at the highest point and shouted down.
This group of sad and angry iron types looked up at King Dalton who led them to plunder all directions.
"It's me! Dalton Greyjoy!"
Dalton looked angry and gave an impassioned speech: "Someone burned down our house and killed the women in the family. What should we do!?"
"..."
quiet!
The ironborn gritted their teeth, the joy of plundering being washed away by the injury.
"Who burned the house, who killed our woman!"
Dalton whipped out his long sword, raised his arms and shouted: "The dead will never die!!"
The long sword is entirely silver-white, with star-like black spots dotted on its surface, rippling with slight water ripples.
The scabbard is bat-shaped, and the sword is sharp and slender.
Those who know the goods should realize that this is a priceless Valyrian steel sword.
The Ironborn looked at King Dalton shouting, and their eyes fell on the long sword "Ye Lin" with blood on the blade.
The cruelty of robbing the weak came to mind, and the thought of revenge overwhelmed the fear of the strong.
"The dead never die!"
If there is one, then there are two. The iron type, who was carried away by revenge, had red eyes and responded hoarsely.
"You poor bastards, follow me to loot Lannister Port and use iron money to earn back more houses and women!"
Dalton looked ferocious and rushed down from the high platform with "Ye Lin" in hand.
Thump thump thump…
The Ironborn jumped into the sea one by one like dumplings, climbed onto the boats they were on and raised the sails.
On the vast sea, a fleet of thousands of ships advanced mightily.
The first three-masted sailboat hoisted a golden sea monster flag and set up a high-flying scorpion crossbow.
I don't know who got started, and the ironborn began to sing songs during the looting.
Lannister Port has been regarded as a treasure and is ready for a bloody massacre.
"Haha, the wind direction is just right today!"
Dalton stood on the observation pole, his eyes full of excitement for money and killing.
Build a big ship in the Basilisk Islands and recruit enough sailors.
Before sacking Sunspear City, he first plundered the allies of the Three Women Kingdom on the Isle of Tears and snatched a Valyrian steel sword.
This is the style of iron people. There is no iron money in the world that cannot be snatched.
Suddenly, the wind changed direction.
"Hiss-"
A giant dragon as black as carbon broke through the clouds and fog, its wings that covered the sky covered the sea, and its ferocious dragon head stared at the fleet.
Dalton's expression changed and he immediately shouted: "Dragon! Prepare the scorpion crossbow!"
"Roar——"
The next moment, a second moss-colored behemoth appeared, opening its abyss mouth to accumulate flames.
When the ironborn saw the dragon, their singing stopped suddenly and their faces turned the color of pig liver.
Woo——
The glutton plunged down into the sky, revealing a driver holding a huge horn on its broad back.
Lei Jia's eyes were sharp and he played the "Blood Dance" that he had not used for many years.
The thrilling sound of the horn echoed endlessly, and the ancient magic awakened the ferocity in the blood, shaking even the thin white clouds.
"His-"
The huge Vhagar roared angrily, and flapped its dragon wings that were full of holes like meteors.
"Hiss!..."
Dream Fire, Ilagas, Gray Shadow...
Several giant dragons followed two giant dragons, one black and one green, and charged with the power of sparking fire across the prairie fire.
"No no!"
Dalton was so stunned that he even forgot to command the scorpion crossbow.
The dragons came out in full force, and the Battle of the Stepstone Islands had never been treated like this.
Woo——
Rhaegar ended the song, raised the dragon horn that the two of them embraced with one hand, and said calmly: "Dragon Flame!"
