Chapter 35 Lord Tully's Advice (Two in One)

Knowing that his son Alan was studying governance with a bachelor from the Varese family and that he also had a dedicated martial arts instructor, Count Tully was relieved and did not go to visit his son specifically. Instead, he followed his daughter directly to the dragon's lair.

There is no external passage to enter the dragon lair in Dragon Nest City. You can only enter the black stone gate burned out by Wormisor through an extremely narrow mountain road, and then enter the underground dragon lair from the castle tower.

Count Donald Tully gently stroked the black stone handrail made of dragon flames, but he couldn't even feel what material it was made of. His eyes were full of respect as he looked at the nine-tower city above his head.

The father and daughter walked past the workers who were building gates and carving city walls. Their goal was a large group of workers who were building city buildings with black stone and wood. Most of these workers had silver or light blond hair, and many of them had long hair. Colorfully dyed male workers.

Earl Tully frowned, but soon his brows relaxed. He saw familiar blond or red hair or black hair in the place where the temple and the godswood were built.

"Seven blessings, seven glory, seven gods protect my Lord, seven gods praise my Lord, seven gods come to my Lord, the heavenly father gives the prince a sword to judge, the old woman gives wisdom, gives this place life, the Virgin smiles and bows her head , then the fields were fertile, and the warriors blew their horns, and the princes were invincible, and the blacksmith lit the fire from heaven, and the holy city rose from the ground, and the maiden blessed it, and the believers were sure to multiply, and strangers were everywhere, but He also blessed In this way, believers will not notice that they are breathing.”

Earl Tully frowned again. He saw that the frontiersmen working in the castle were piously lighting up the seven-pointed star on their chests. The naturalized foreigners also closed their eyes and saluted, and then continued to work. Only the barefoot man The monks are still preaching tirelessly.

"Something's wrong. Diana, there's something wrong with that monk." Count Tully immediately grasped the crux of the problem. "He is guiding the faith of the Seven Gods to Prince Longzell. Will the Starry Temple approve of this behavior?"

"The Starry Temple won't know, or it won't do anything if it knows." Diana shook her head slyly. "Brother Collen has been dually appointed by the king and the archbishop. He is now the bishop of the Midsummer Princely Territory, and with the financial support of His Royal Highness, he has already received the seat of the bishop of the church. After all, the archbishop's The crystal crown needs more gold and gems to highlight the majesty of the Seven Gods.”

Earl Tully slowly walked into the city gate, and then sighed to his daughter: "I am still old, and young people today may really be able to change a lot of things." He walked quickly into the inner room. The decorated tower took the bread and salt from the tower worker's hands and swallowed it whole.

Under the leadership of the Silver Guard of the Dragon Cave, Earl Tully and Diana came to the depths of the Dragon Cave and saw the Dragon Zell brothers who had just cleaned the scales of the dragon and were resting under the dragon.

Seeing Count Tully approaching cautiously, Wormisor glanced sideways, then closed his eyes with disdain. Silver Wing glanced at Count Tully curiously a few more times, but in the end he snorted and continued to sleep.

"Lord Donald, you didn't even notify us when you came. Look at this, the reception was not good. I'm so sorry. Diana, would you like to treat Lord Donald to some bread and salt?" She looked at the man who was still carrying the black cloth-covered shirt on his back. Count Tully was holding something, how could Ronzel not know what it was.

The Valyrian steel sword "Heartbreak", the clan sword of House Tarly.

"Thank you for your hospitality. Of course, if the meal we had at the tavern in the town counts, then I am deeply grateful."

"That's your deal, my lord." Ronzel said with a smile. "But if you think this is hospitality, I'm embarrassed to refuse. But you are so anxious to see me, you must have something to say."

"The prince really has maturity and wisdom that belies his age. He is also polite." Count Tully said in his heart.

He is also a refreshing person, or it can be said that the entire Walker Hunter family advocates a concise and efficient way of talking, so Earl Tully got straight to the point when he opened his mouth. "Your Highness, I suggest that you can use the Weir family's reason to send troops to harass Blackport City to send troops to Dorne. This is the long-awaited revenge for the border princes. As long as you ride on the dragon and raise the flag, the entire All the horses and swords in the frontier are at your disposal."

Ronzel looked into Count Tully's eyes and slowly stood up. "Lord Donald, I understand your feelings and the anger of the borderlands being harmed by the Dornish people, but conquest, extermination and governance are three concepts." Ronzel walked up to Count Tully and handed Vormisor a hand. The clip of the stone was used as a pen to draw a route on the rugged ground made of black stone. "I can ride a dragon and burn the ports, oases, and woods, and lead an army to spread salt on the land, dig out the water sources, fill the Green Blood River with poison, and let the Dornish people taste the real dragon's wrath. But what happens next? The remaining Dornish people The hatred will be passed down from generation to generation. Even if the Dornish people die, what we will get is a barren desert wasteland. Lord Donald, after absorbing the experience of the previous failed Dorne war, you must also know that the key to solving the Dorne problem is What’s up?”

"You are right. Land, oasis, water, the source of Dornish survival, as long as they are destroyed, no matter how good the Dornish are at hiding and guerrilla warfare, they will die of hunger and thirst." Lord Tully was naturally aware of these things. In fact, during the First Dornish War, the furious conqueror Aegon and Queen Visenya did consider these things, but their ultimate goal was to conquer Dorne, not to exterminate Dorne. So they did not go to the extreme of burning oases and cutting off water sources.

Although Lord Donald Tully was full of anger towards the Dornish, his reason told him that if he finally got a wasteland, the torture and chaos of thousands of years would become a joke.

"So your idea is" Lord Tully suddenly thought of a possibility. The political situation in Dorne is not as stable as it seems on the surface. The Yronwood family in Yronwood, the Fowler family in Skyreach, the Manwoody family in King's Mound, the Dayne family in Starfall and High Hidden, these families who once wore the crown are not as honest as they seem, especially the Yronwood family who once wore the crown of "High King of Dorne". They have disobeyed the orders of Sunspear more than once in history, and the Martell family has no good way to deal with the most powerful family under them. If it weren't for the extremely bad relationship between the Yronwood family and the surrounding families, the situation might be worse.

"There is more than one Prince Keoren in Dorne." Longzel pointed the clip in the direction of the imaginary Sunspear, and then pointed in the direction of the Red Mountains. "Prince Keoren is cautious, but there are some imprudent fools in Dorne."

"For example, the Vulture Kings of all generations!" Earl Tarly thought of a lot at once. The Vulture King is the title of a Dornish leader who caused trouble in the Red Mountains. This title has been passed down for several generations and has triggered several "Dornish Wars". Although the Martell family will automatically distance themselves from the Vulture King every time he starts a rebellion, except for the stupid Prince Marion who caused the Fourth Dornish War, the Dornish people always use the banner of the Vulture King to cause trouble. So almost everyone thinks that this annoying thing is the Prince of Dorne's man, who is specifically disgusting the lords of the border and the Targaryen family.

Earl Tully can imagine what choices Earl Ullen Weir, who has lost his troops and ports, will make. The bitch who rolls with men and women at the same time will definitely shamelessly go to Prince Chorren to make a scene, and then come back with nothing. Looking at the entire Eastern Border and even Dorne, the only ones who can provide him with rescue are the remnants of the Vulture King hidden in the Red Mountains, the Tollan family of Soul Hill, who are bold and have little conflict with the Weir family, and the Uller family that no one can guess.

"Wars must be fought, but meals must be eaten one bite at a time. What we want is the land and hearts of the Dornish, not a bunch of lunatics who may rebel at any time and a scorched earth." Longzier inserted the clamp hard into the imaginary location of Weir City.

Of course, it didn't go in, and the clamp was bent.

Longzier threw the clamp aside as if nothing had happened, and continued: "To kill the venomous snake, it is best to wait until it is defenseless and expose its seven inches, and it is best to let it be attacked from both sides, unable to take care of both the head and the tail."

"I understand what you mean." Earl Tarly stretched out his hand and shook Longzier's hand together. "I will return to Horn Hill and prepare for a falcon hunt. Horn Hill can provide 600 armored cavalry, 3,000 infantry, including 1,200 longbowmen. They are all good at hunting stags."

"Thank you for your help."

"The lords of the Western Frontier, I can influence them to gather at least 300 cavalry and 2,000 infantry. It's a pity that the Peake family has been concentrating on scheming with the sissy guys on the plains in recent years, otherwise the Western Frontier would be able to send more troops."

"The Eastern Frontier will be worse." Longzel shook his head. "Only the Dondarrion family and the Selmy family will send troops with all their strength. The Sven family and the Cullen family are likely to be wavering. As for the other families, they are more like the inland Stormland nobles than the people of the Frontier. They will not send troops without the nod of Duke Bermond Baratheon."

"You have a dragon." Earl Tarly looked at the dozing Wormisol with some awe. "Once the Bronze Fury is released, the Dornish can only flee in panic. Your Highness, I will wait for your news in the mountains."

"When the time comes, I will let Valar ride over on Silver Wing." Longzier set the sign that the time is ripe. Once Earl Tarly, who was hunting in the mountains, saw the silver dragon flying over, he would immediately march eastward.

"Your Highness, it's a pleasure to cooperate with you." Earl Tarly showed a happy smile on his face. "I hope this time the Dornish bitch will always remember our fire and arrows. The Seven Gods bless you."

Longzier smiled and narrowed his eyes.

At the same time, High Hidden City.

This beautiful castle is another family castle of the Dayne family. It belongs to the branch of the Dayne family and obeys the main branch family of Starfall City.

There is a huge cellar here, which treasures fine wines from all over the world. However, as the secret door of the cellar opened, a group of people in black quickly rushed into the cellar.

As if they knew someone was coming, several boys and girls had been hiding in the cellar, helping these guys in black clothes and heavy armor to control the towers of the castle. The leading black man walked leisurely on the stairs of the main tower and kicked the door of the lord's room open.

The old Sir Oberyn Dayne seemed to know who attacked his castle. He leaned quietly on the bed and watched the black man who came in take off his hood, revealing his tough and beautiful face underneath.

"Oberyn, you are indeed more suitable for Dawn, but I'm not dead yet." Oberyn couldn't help but said when he saw Oberya's face. "Can't you wait a few years?"

"Uncle, you can no longer wield the Dawn Sword." Obaya raised her long legs and stepped on her uncle's table, looking down at the old "Dawn Divine Sword" with cloudy eyes. "I can hear Dawn's cries of discontent." She pointed to her ear. "Dawn longs for battle, and now I find a reason to wield my sword."

"What do you want to do? Where is my son?"

"Uncle, don't think too much. Parricide is a serious crime despised by the gods. However, my uncle is too cautious. He cannot afford our dream, so I asked little Quinlan to rule for my uncle."

The door creaked open, and a neatly dressed young man looked at his cousin with excitement. "Obaya, when do we take action?"

"Quinlan? Are you crazy? Quinlan is only 13 years old?" Oberyn struggled to get up, but found that his thin body could no longer support himself to complete this need. "What on earth do you want to do?"

Obaya smiled mysteriously. "Uncle, just watch. When the star falls in the city and raises our flag, we will let the King of the Turbulent River reappear in the Seven Kingdoms." She looked at her cousin's fanatical eyes and continued to raise her voice: "By the way Why can Martell always keep that crown? It’s not like the Dane family has never produced a king. Why should we hand over the crown obediently just because of a few defeats? It’s not like the great Nymeria warrior queen is not wearing it. Why should we live under the damn sun for hundreds of years?"

The young man's eyes became more intense, and he even looked at his grandfather with a fierce look.

Oberyn let out a long sigh. With his body that couldn't even get out of bed, he couldn't do anything now. He could only watch Oberya misbehaving.

"What if Martell summons his vassals to put down a rebellion?"

"Don't worry, boss." Obaya leaned over suddenly and pressed her face against her uncle's wrinkled face. "Prince Keolun doesn't care about us here."

"The star fell into the city."

"Haha." Obaya raised an eyebrow, "I guess my brother has already controlled my fat, pig-like father. Don't worry, my brother is stupid as hell, but if I can control the King of Turbulent River, With the crown on his head, he is more active than anyone else.”

"When and why did you Maester."

"Communication is not limited to ravens. Great uncle." Obaya moved her entire body away, no longer looking at Oberyn's thin body. "It turns out that letting family members know more words is the right choice."

These were the last words Obaya left for her great-uncle.

"Obaya, where did you find these warriors?" Amira Sand, the illegitimate daughter of Gaoyin City, looked excitedly at the tall and strong Unsullied soldiers without any body hair. She took it out and then looked at Obaya with a livid face. "Okay, Obaya, you actually found so many eunuchs! Are you cheating on us?"

Obaya ignored her illegitimate cousins ​​and walked to the soldiers. "According to the instructions of His Highness the Prince, I will leave 30 people to stay in Gaoyin City, and the remaining people will follow me to Xingluo City."

"Yes." The Unsullied soldiers stood in awe at the same time, startling the boys and girls who were watching, and looked at Obaya with even more awe.

Stars fall into the city.

The same drama is happening. No matter how strong the fortress is, it cannot withstand internal collapse, especially when it is the eldest son of Earl Dane who does it.

The obese Earl Dane was locked directly in the cubicle next to the kitchen, looking desperately at his eldest son who was slowly eating the roasted meat dipped in chili beside him.

"Gui Zi, why are you doing this?"

"For the crown, father." Young Dane's eyes were also filled with enthusiasm. "The crown of the King of Turbulent River has returned to the family after hundreds of years. Father, this is a supreme honor."

"Treason, traitor!" Earl Dane slammed the stone door hard, but the stone door didn't move at all. "My good son, please let dad go. Dad will promise you everything, no, no."

Seeing the eldest son wiping his mouth and walking out of the kitchen, the fat earl shouted desperately. "You should leave some food for dad. Seven levels of hell, seven levels of hell."

Sorry everyone, I really can't do two-in-one treatment today, I can only do two-in-one. The boil has softened a bit, but it is more painful. I have been applying hot compresses and medicine in bed all day today.