Chapter 624 Bloodbath in the Iron Islands

At night.

King's Landing, Red Keep.

"Uncle, if you want to capture Novos, you must do it quickly."

"We don't have that many troops."

"But we have dragons!"

In the dim room, Rhaegar stood by the fireplace, baking in the dim light of the fire.

Daemon sat at the table, using leftover lemons dipped in salt to maintain his family sword, the Dark Sister.

The uncle and nephew live in the same room, and it is rare for them to communicate calmly.

Forced, whoever calls the imperial meeting is just a bunch of people with nothing to lose.

The ministers in peacetime cannot adapt to the thorny road of conquest.

Rhaegar glanced sideways, full of ambition: "Qohor occupies the vast forest, and Volantis blocks the southern gulf. If we can capture Norvos in the northern mountains, the most fertile golden wilderness in the entire eastern continent of Essos will be at our fingertips."

In the dim light of the fire, the shadow of his fingers fell on the map on the desk.

Damon looked calmly and saw a vast plain surrounded by mountains and forests.

Essos is a vast territory, several times the size of Westeros.

Speaking of the Eastern Continent alone, there are three famous great plains.

They are the barren plains within Pentos, the great plains of the Disputed Lands, and the golden wilderness on the other side divided by the Andalus Mountains.

Among them, the Golden Fields are the richest, occupying a vast fertile land comparable to the Riverlands and the Reach.

In terms of food production and population base alone, it far exceeds the other two plains.

Rega continued: "The disputed area is very large, but the land can only be used along the river basin, which is far from enough for the family to accumulate wealth."

The pioneer knights founded a dozen small noble families and relied on low taxes to barely support themselves.

If you want to collect objective taxes, you have to wait at least ten years of hard work.

That's too long.

"The Golden Fields is a fertile land, but the towns and markets in it are not much weaker than ordinary city-states."

Damon said calmly, "Besides, Iron Zhong Island and the Three Women Kingdom are both uncontrollable factors."

War is not easy to fight, especially a protracted war across seas and mountains.

Why did the Royal Council avoid talking about the battlefield of Kohol and would rather discuss the election of a new prime minister?

It's not that the impact of the war is too bad and touches the interests of various families.

I picked out one person and said it was the Beehive City where Finance Minister Lin Man was located.

Once the Summer Sea and Strait are blocked, the trade exported by Hive City through the Oldtown port will immediately stop.

The food and troops produced by the family must also be provided to the Iron Throne unconditionally.

If one is unlucky and encounters a raid on the Iron Islands, even the castle will be set on fire.

It's such a risk, how can we act so easily?

"Every major decision made by the royal family means the interests of countless nobles and knights behind it."

Rega knew the king's responsibility, but his expression was slightly cold: "But I only care about my family."

Don’t talk about kingdom and honor, don’t talk about sacrifice and dedication.

The dark forces in the north are ready to move, and the entire continent of Westeros will be in danger.

One day when nothing can be done, Targaryen's first choice as the Dragon King family is to return to the other side of the strait.

By occupying the Stepstone Islands and the Disputed Land, and then conquering the three city-states of Volantis, Qohor, and Norvos, you can capture half of the wealth of the Essos continent.

By then, the tiny Bluffs, Pentos, and Loras will be nothing more than remote places occupying the port.

Even if Lei Jia Qiuji couldn't conquer it in his lifetime, future generations would be able to ride a dragon and sweep across it.

They were originally the remnants who wandered and migrated from ancient Valyria to the continent of Westeros.

However, after only three hundred years of existence, we have not yet reached the point where we cannot live without each other.

Returning to the old homeland and developing the family and the dragon are issues that the leader of the clan should consider.

"You are right, it is important to lay down the golden field."

Daemon stopped wiping his sword and chuckled: "Coraxue prefers the fat pigs of Qohor to the goats of Westeros."

"Then it's settled."

Rhaegar pointed at each other's chests.

"If you want to implement your plan, you have to be focused on it and not be afraid of losses and deaths."

Damon's eyes were sharp in vain, "The two of us quickly dispatched and attacked Norvos as quickly as possible, even if it burned it to ashes."

A city-state is not important, what is important is a great location.

Rega hit it off immediately and chuckled: "That's it."

…

same night.

Iron Islands, Pike City.

"ah!!"

"Dragon! Jump into the sea quickly..."

The damp and cold rocky islands and the tall and ugly old castles echoed with heart-rending screams of fear.

"Hiss!!"

The brown fire light shot straight into the sky, illuminating most of the night sky.

Aemond's one eye was gloomy and his voice was cold: "Burn them all, leaving no one behind!"

"Hiss!"

The sheep thieves circled around Pike City, spitting dragon flames at every window, and burning the little bugs running around on the dilapidated island.

"Spare my life, don't kill me..."

"Run quickly, the dragon is coming..."

In addition to lame and thin men, a large number of rock wives and salt concubines ran out of the house naked, but were accidentally hit by the mud-like dragon flames.

Along with the screams and begging for mercy, the entire island fell into endless purgatory.

"Hahaha, these lowly iron people."

Aemond laughed loudly, like a famous villain in the world.

On the Iron Islands, which believes in "might is better than hard work", there is no sense of incompatibility at all.

After half the night, the screams gradually disappeared and turned into the crackling sound of burnt flesh and blood.

"Look! Where have they gone!"

Aemond was not satisfied with this, and drove the dragon to search the island with a frosty face.

The Greyjoys were gone, and the infamous red kraken was gone.

Not even the Iron Islands fleet roaming the seas was there.

"Damn it, are you all going to loot that muddy land in the countryside?"

Emond's one eye was so gloomy that it was about to drip with water, and he washed the blood of Pike City, Cross City, and Old Wyk Island in one breath.

More people were burned to death in one night than in the entire previous half of their lives combined.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief roared in dissatisfaction, and his already shriveled belly was almost touching his chest.

"Stop barking, idiot."

Emond didn't want to give up and changed his mind: "Come with me, let's go to the Basilisk Islands and have a good meal."

The team that attacked my nephew included both ironborn and mercenaries.

The red sea monster couldn't catch the shadow, so it took the offal sacrificial flag of the Three Women Kingdom.

"Hiss!"

As soon as he heard that he had enough to eat, the sheep thief's mung bean-like eyes widened and he happily flew to the summer sea.

One person and one dragon left in a hurry, leaving only the devastation on the ground burned by the dragon's flames.

…

The next day, dawn.

Over Blackwater Bay.

"Hiss-"

Two giant dragons emerged from the sky, flew across the calm bay, charged into the misty clouds and roared straight towards them.

The dark dragon is as big as a mountain, and its wings are like a curtain hanging from the sky.

The fishermen who got up early to catch fish were almost overturned by the strong wind in their small boats.

As soon as I stood up, cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Another evil dragon with a scarlet body and a snake-like body chased after him head on. Its broad wings lightly touched the sea surface, creating a small wave.

At the same time, King's Landing was in the city.

The black raven flew out of the Red Castle, sending messages to noble castles across the continent.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

A light blue and golden dragon flew out of the dragon's lair at the same time, flying to the Summer Hall and the Stone Steps Islands respectively.

The latest royal order this morning is to block sea routes in the Strait and Summer Sea.

Connected to the territory of Dorne, fully equipped with martial law and ready troops, facing the pirates of the Basilisk Islands at all times.

The war continues day by day, and the continent of Sothoros is trapped day by day.

Red Fort, open-air corridor.

Tap tap tap...

There was a rush of footsteps, and the black boots were crisp and powerful.

Rhaenyra stood alone by the corridor, looking at the crowd of crows that were gradually disappearing.

There was a pause of footsteps, standing behind her.

Rhaenyla turned around when she heard the sound, and was a little surprised to see the person coming: "Bernila, do you have anything to do with me?"

The person coming was none other than the adopted daughter Baela Targaryen.

Benila's eyes were stubborn and she said angrily: "Damon is gone."

Just like that, a person left without saying goodbye.

She waited for him for three years, just like taking advantage of the Dragon Clan Conference to have a reason to meet her father.

The other party just left indifferently.

Hearing this, Rhaenyla felt soft in her heart and brushed her adopted daughter's cheek: "He has met you and saw that you are doing well, so he is relieved."

"He is my father, but he has not fulfilled his responsibility at all!"

Benila has a stubborn temper and is full of complaints about her father whom she has not seen for a long time.

"He's gone."

Rhaenyra said helplessly.

Damon is a person who is not good at expressing himself. Action is the best way to express his feelings.

The adopted daughter's nature is similar to that of her father, so father and daughter are destined to be incompatible.

"I'm going to find him."

Benila made up her mind to show her worth.

She wanted to tell Damon with practical actions that she was a dragon knight like her grandmother and mother.

It's not that Gaimon and Inar can always surpass her if they have a small broad bean under their crotch.

"Benila, they are going to the battlefield."

Rhaenyra quickly stopped her, not daring to risk her adopted daughter.

Benila was indifferent and said angrily: "I can't let him look down on me, just like he looks down on Renya."

She had a healthy dragon and was getting a blank stare.

My sister only has a stunted baby dragon, and she is not looked down upon by Damon.

In a month's time, the father and daughter may not even have exchanged ten sentences.

"You really have to prove yourself, and it doesn't necessarily have to be on the battlefield."

Rhaenyra sighed and changed her mind: "Go to Lys and Tyrosh, and defend the family's territory just like your grandmother patrolled the Throat."

Benila was startled when she heard this, biting her lower lip secretly.

Seeing this, Rhaenyra knew that persuasion was useful, and she hugged her adopted daughter Mo Mo's head lovingly.

She had other big things to do and couldn't allocate more energy.

It seems that Mekar brought back a distinguished guest from Slaver's Bay, claiming to be of the orthodox Dragon King bloodline.

A bit ridiculous, but not without caution.

Before the meeting, she arranged for her second son Aemon and the dragon man to take each other to the dragon's lair first.

See what it means to be a "real dragon".

…

In the morning, the sun shines high.

A magnificent fleet flying three red dragon flags sailed in Blackwater Bay, passing by Dragonstone halfway.

"Hiss!"

The silver-gray dragon flashed past and headed straight for the throat without any hesitation.

Tailan stood on the deck, silently praying that this trip could save his brother.

"Otherwise, I might as well inherit Casterly Rock City."

With this idea in mind, the fleet quickly sailed out of Blackwater Bay.

At this time, Dragonstone Island.

"Hiss!"

A young giant dragon with a dark body and scarlet dorsal fins and wing membranes hovered near Longshan, looking down and searching with sharp vertical pupils.

boom--

A jet of dragon flames as black as night hit the steep mountain and erupted into billowing black smoke.

At the foot of Longshan Mountain, there is a hidden and cold cave.

"Huhu~~"

Belron gasped violently and secretly wiped away a cold sweat.

There were holes in his black robe, and he was covered in dust and dirt.

Like a wandering orphan in a flea hole.

"Old gods above, there really is a dragon attacking you."

Hei Yali sat slumped against the stone wall, her withered chest rising and falling.

He almost died.

Belron's eyelids twitched and he giggled: "I'll just tell you."

boom--

During the conversation, the young black dragon disappeared, and the surrounding air seemed to solidify.

Belron realized something was wrong and crept out of the cave.

"His-"

A low, thunderous roar echoed endlessly, mixed with the vicissitudes and loneliness accumulated over the years.

Belron held his breath and stared above his head.

The white clouds are long and the sky is blue.

Longshan stood majestic and motionless, with smoke rising from the crater.

boom--

A huge beast with a dark green body and thick wrinkles on its body flew through the clouds, rolling up the clouds and breathing dragon breath.

"Vhagar."

Belron murmured softly.