Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day

Dorne is a desert environment with few oases.

The civilians could no longer survive, so they poured into the Vulture Mountains without realizing it.

This matter was reported at the beginning of the year, and now it has become a problem.

Viserys frowned and said doubtfully: "It's just a group of rioters. Even if there are tens of thousands of people, the two gates should be able to handle it."

The bone road is dangerous, and the black port is stuck halfway. One man can block it and ten thousand people can't open it.

The exit of Prince's Pass is in Nightsong City in the Dorne Frontier, which is the family territory where Royce Cullen is located.

This place is supported by House Tully to the west and leads directly to Highgarden to the north.

Whenever there is a rebellion in Dorne, the Reach will send a large number of garrisons to defend it.

Tormund sighed softly and gave an explanation: "Lady Jane from the Eagle's Nest sent a message that the Sea King of Braavos has recruited tens of thousands of mercenaries and transported them to Dorne for support."

Tens of thousands of people sounds like a lot, but in fact it only takes a dozen boats and several round trips in batches to smuggle people across.

Dorne is allied with the Three Women Kingdom and has always been good at using mercenaries to charge.

Viserys was startled, keenly aware of the danger.

He stood up and looked at the map and pointed out: "The Dornish people sent the main force to invade the Stormlands, and the mercenaries and refugees invaded and poured into the Vulture Mountains. Do you want to fight on two fronts?"

As he spoke, he pointed his finger at the disputed area and the Iron Islands, with an ugly look on his face: "The Three Women's Kingdom is holding back our main forces, and the Iron Islands will take the opportunity to invade the West and the Reach. We will be in trouble."

The weaker a person is, the easier it is for him to think about something in the worst possible way.

But sometimes this idea is very close to the truth.

Leonor and Otto stood up almost at the same time and looked around the map.

Corliss's face darkened, and he secretly exerted force on his big hand holding the table.

After hearing the king's speculation, the possibility is indeed very high.

Otto glanced at him and said calmly: "According to the current situation, Dorne is planning to invade the whole country, and there will be big trouble in the Vulture Mountains."

Another meaning.

Dorne has paid such a high price, and it will be difficult to implement the plan to attack Sunspear City.

After all, Keolen doesn't look like a fool who cares about his head rather than his body.

Corliss's face turned darker, and he was too lazy to argue. He suggested: "There is no problem in sending troops to the Stepstone Islands. It is easy to sneak attack on Sunspear City and rush to the Stormlands from the sea."

Now that something has happened in the Vulture Mountains, the sooner the war in the Stormlands is settled, the better.

Yang Yan and the two thousand navy were more useful than the five thousand army that the king had temporarily recruited.

“What about the Vulture Mountains?”

Viserys asked bluntly, with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

Tormund responded: "Send a message to Highgarden and Blackport to strengthen the defense of the pass."

"Tens of thousands of mercenaries, tens of thousands of mobs, plus siege equipment secretly provided by Braavos..."

Viserys raised his head, recounted Dorne's family background word by word, and said: "With such sufficient preparations, Darkport and Nightsong City may not be able to defend it."

"His Majesty?"

Tormund was confused for a moment, unsure of what the king meant.

Otto and others also looked incomprehensible, staring at the king in surprise.

It is not that there have been cases in history where two fortresses were lost, but...

Why does the king feel like he longs to be lost?

"Ahem..."

Viserys felt uncomfortable being stared at, so he coughed twice to cover it up, and his expression suddenly turned serious: "The Vulture Mountains are in a dangerous terrain, and it is difficult to find the insurgents hiding there. We need a giant dragon to cooperate with the defenders."

Otto's eyes flickered and he said: "There are indeed many savages hiding in the mountains who refuse to pay taxes, but the goal of the rebels is to attack the fortress and they will show up on their own initiative."

He unceremoniously exposed the flaw in the king's words.

Leonor nodded: "We don't have any more dragons, we may have to wait until Prince Rhaegar returns to the mainland.

Lanino's life or death was uncertain, so naturally he couldn't ask Lanner, who had just lost her son in childbirth, to fight.

With Rhaenys and Daemon guarding the three city-states, the only dragon masters who could be mobilized were the two princes Rhaegar and Aegon.

Seeing the objections from his ministers, Viserys straightened his back, cheered up and said, "Everyone, don't forget, your king is also a dragon master!"

As he spoke, he wiped away the haggardness on his face, showing a bit of perseverance.

Otto said: "Your Majesty, the engagement banquet between Prince Aegon and Miss Selina has not been held yet. Perhaps you should worry more about this matter."

"Don't tell me these things. I don't want to hear these messy troubles now."

Viserys instantly turned dark and disgusted.

He was disgusted by the despicable means Hightower used to gain access to his son.

Allison kept pestering him to call Aegon back, which made him upset and angry.

Leonor said: "Dorne and the Iron Throne are feuding. In the Dorne War more than a hundred years ago, a queen and a dragon were killed. Now, more than a hundred years later, a Velaryon dragon knight has been killed. "

"With all due respect, the kingdom cannot afford to lose another king, even if the possibility is low."

"Leonor..."

Viserys was furious and wanted to argue.

The old god Lin Man interrupted and said quietly: "Your Majesty, the defense of the Reach is not as fragile as you think."

Viserys almost couldn't hold back his breath, and said angrily: "I am a dragon driver, my mount is Vermithor, and I have also ridden Balerion. Do you regard me as a waste or a coward!?"

He just wanted to be on the battlefield, why did he always look like something would happen to him?

The eldest son, the second son, and the three sons all participated in the war. Is it necessary for him, the father, to just watch and do nothing?

The ministers were silent, not daring to accept the king's heart-wrenching words.

A king can be fatuous and morally corrupt, but you cannot say he is a coward.

There was a moment of silence.

Collis looked around and suddenly laughed loudly: "Look, our Majesty is so competent. He has the courage to kill the intruders with blood."

Seriously, it's impressive.

He thought that his cousin and king was still a weak character and a coward who was hesitant and hesitant when things happened.

Now it seems that there is a big difference.

Viserys said solemnly: "I will ride Vormisor south to the Bone Road, while Lord Corlys can take a boat to sneak attack Sunspear City."

Defense and offense at the same time.

Corliss stopped laughing, looked around, and said solemnly: "Vormisor is an adult dragon second only to Vhagar. I support your majesty's decision."

The name Bronze Fury has been spread across the mainland for decades and has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

At least in Westeros, the Bronze Fury is more prestigious than Deathwing.

With supporters, Viserys felt confident and said: "I want to lead the expedition myself, just like a conqueror."

"..."

The ministers were silent and looked at each other quietly, unable to find any reason to object.

It is a good thing that the king dares to go to the battlefield and assumes the responsibility of guarding the entire territory.

In Westeros, brave lords are worth following.

The heroic and combative crown prince is the best example.

Every lord loves him and is willing to accompany him in the charge.

The conference hall continued to drink half a cup of tea in silence, and there was still no objection.

Finally, the king's proposal passed.

…

Outside the closed door of the conference hall.

Two white knights, heads held high, guard the gate.

Allison, who was wearing a green dress, looked down in anticipation, picking at her nails anxiously.

Helena squatted half-crouched, her freckled face pressed against the door panel, listening to the meeting inside.

She returned to King's Landing from Harrenhal last night.

Hearing about the incident in Lanino early in the morning, Imond disobeyed military orders and came to eavesdrop.

When the conversation in the hall ended, the little girl straightened up with a calm expression on her face.

Allison lowered his head, saw the faint dark circles under his daughter's eyes, and stepped forward to care about her: "Did you sleep well?"

Her subconscious behavior.

Only when you care about your children can you find a sense of presence in the huge Red Fort.

Helena shook her head.

Allison stretched out his hand to touch her face, bounced it softly, and said, "Don't be afraid, Aemond is fine, Sir Lanino will also be blessed by the Seven Gods."

"I'm not worried about Eamond, he has his own consequences."

Helena said something, and it seemed normal.

Then, his thin eyebrows tightened together, and he mumbled: "I saw a fishmonger working on a blue island."

"What's the meaning?"

Alisson was baffled.

"nothing."

Helena quickly reacted and walked out, muttering in a voice that only one person could hear: "I have to go take a look and warn Emond on the way."

…

Day by day, time flies.

Stormlands, East Coast.

"Hiss-"

The white clouds dispersed in a flash, and the black dragon soared into the sky, its wings covering a large area of ​​shadow.

"Faster!"

On the dragon's back, Lei Jia's silver hair was flying, and his black robe was blowing in the wind.

The glutton raised his eyes indifferently, fluttered his wings across the lush rainforest, startling countless birds and fleeing.

One person and one dragon rushed towards the direction of Crow's Nest City at extremely fast speeds.

on the way.

"Hiss..."

A sharp roar erupted, and orange-yellow dragon flames mixed with light silver rose into the sky.

The glutton's vertical pupils flashed with cold light, and his flying speed slowed down.

Rhaegar felt a chill in his heart and looked into the distance.

In the southern part of the rain forest, a blue-grey castle stands tall.

At this moment, a light silver giant dragon hovered in the sky, spitting out dragon flames wantonly, bombarding the castle without getting tired.

Rumble——

The castle tower was burned black, the glass windows were broken, and black smoke billowed out.

There was not a single guarding soldier on the tall city wall, and even the flags were carefully withdrawn.

Large sections of the parapet used for defense collapsed, revealing their dilapidation.

"Haiyan!?"

Rhaegar blurted out.

In the distance, he recognized the castle and the dragon.

The Metaira family's foggy forest city, the sea smoke without its driver.

"Hiss..."

Haiyan sniffed lightly, seeming to smell danger, and stared at the black dragon approaching from a distance as if in a panic.

A flash of violence flashed across his vertical pupils, and he roared like a demonstration.

Immediately, he breathed out another breath of dragon flames towards the foggy forest city below, turned around and soared in the opposite direction.

Although it was angry, it still remembered how terrifying the dragon-eating species was.

Seeing the sea smoke disappearing, Rega's thoughts turned and he said hurriedly: "Glutton, catch up."

"Hiss-"

The glutton's green vertical eyes showed a gloomy look, and he flapped his broad black wings and quickly rushed to catch up.

A young dragon, less than a third of its size, dared to show off to it.

Don't know what is good and what is bad!

The two dragons chased each other and fled, flying along the territory of Wulin City.

The sea smoke flew very fast, but its state was very strange.

Whenever he passes a village, no matter how inconspicuous it is, he will lower his body and dive.

"Hiss..."

With a sharp roar, the dragon flame plowed through the village mercilessly.