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

Chapter 443: Scales of Meraxes

Dorne, southwestern desert.

Sandstorms were dancing all over the sky, the scorching sun was baking the earth, and one could almost hear the sizzling sound of wronged souls being roasted in the air.

At the end of the desert, there is a long winding river.

Duckweed grows in the river water, and the surface is turbid and green.

Whenever a strong wind blows, a disgusting burnt stench will spread for miles around.

This river is one of the main streams connecting Dorne's inland to the Summer Sea, the Sulphur River.

On the river bank, a tall and eerie castle stood.

Prison Gate Fort.

"Hiss-"

The loud dragon roar echoed throughout half of the Sulfur River. A dark reflection emerged in the yellow sand, like a mountain slowly moving.

The strong wind blew and hit the gravel, making a dull rumbling sound.

The Glutton reveals his true form.

The green vertical pupils glowed dangerously, the fangs unconsciously overflowed with dragon flames, and the huge body enveloped the road paved with yellow sand.

Suddenly, there was a large-scale sound of horses neighing.

Under that pair of broad black wings, a cavalry team of 5,000 men charged at full speed.

Every soldier half-closed his eyes, trying his best to prevent the sand from getting into his eyelids, and wrinkled his rough, tanned faces.

"Prison Gate Castle~"

Mond ran in front of the team, replacing his helmet with a scarf to protect his head, and shouted in joy: "The prison gate fort is ahead, we are here!"

"My lord, beware of the trap!"

The lord was surrounded by guards wearing the emblem of the High Tower, who hurried to protect him behind them.

Mond's joy turned into sorrow, and he almost cried. He immediately started complaining, "I've been running day and night for seven days, and my butt is almost worn out."

Stabilize the tens of thousands of disaster victims in Prince's Pass and participate in the great victory of conquering Tianji City.

After finally entering the heart of Dorne, the Crown Prince began to intensify the war.

Donald led 15,000 soldiers to the city of Yronwood at the end of the Bone Road.

He was forced to lead 5,000 cavalrymen and rush madly towards the deserted Yumen Fort.

As he thought about it, Mond reached out and touched his crotch, his eyes reddened, "I haven't given birth to a son yet, you are just deliberately making things difficult for me."

The guards looked at him strangely and didn't dare to talk.

Mond wiped his eyes and scolded, "There's sand in my eyes. Cover them tightly to prevent the wind and sand from blowing me away."

"Yes, my lord."

The guards kept their heads down, accustomed to the lord's arrogance.

"Hiss..."

A sharp roar came from the front, and a light blue dragon shadow broke through the yellow sand, like a clear spring in the desert.

The soldiers looked up one after another, hearing the warning in the dragon's roar.

Rhaegar, who was on the dragon's back, raised his eyes and said vigilantly, "Greedy, there is no need to give directions anymore."

The words spoken were in Dragon Tamer Language, and although the voice was faint, it could still reach the dragon's mind.

"Roar!"

The glutton no longer wanted to control his speed. He roared and flapped his wings, and his figure was swept by the strong wind and soared quickly.

Yumen Fort, one kilometer outside the city gate.

A flesh-and-blood mountain appeared, blocking the only way into the city.

The mountain is not made of stone or soil.

Instead, the hastily skinned carcasses of cattle and sheep were piled up into a bloody "mountain".

The mountain is not bright red. Instead, its flesh and blood have deteriorated and solidified, transforming into a rotten black and red that strikes the heart directly.

Hundreds of meters away, one could see a terrifying army of flies buzzing, covering the mountain of flesh tightly.

call--

The glutton slowly descended, creating a strong wind when it landed, startling hundreds of thousands of flies and causing them to buzz.

Rhaegar's brows were twisted into a knot, trying hard to suppress the discomfort caused by the visual impact.

Dreamfire landed on the other side, carrying Helena, who was wearing a light dress.

Helena stared at the spectacle, a trace of inquiry flashed across her eyes, and she said calmly: "The Uller family has run away, should we still enter the city?"

Look at that expression, he is not moved by "disgusting" at all.

This alone shows that he is braver than the battle-hardened Rhaegar.

"You really don't mind being disgusting."

Rega recalled Helena's past hobby of playing with insects and said calmly, "We must not be stopped by the Uller family's show of force when we enter the city."

But a mountain of rotten meat from piled-up livestock carcasses couldn't scare him.

Helena nodded her head and said worriedly, "The livestock that can't be taken away from the city are all here. Our army has no supplies."

At the beginning of the First Dornish War, the madness of the Dornish people came to the fore.

After abandoning the city, no supplies that could not be taken away were left behind.

Grain was burned to ashes, cattle and sheep were killed and left to rot, and wells were poisoned...

All kinds of insane incidents happen frequently.

Hearing about the army's food and drink problems, Rhaegar was well prepared: "The Sulphur River connects to the Summer Sea. I have already ordered Mond to notify Oldtown to transport food."

Oldtown's fleet of cargo ships travels across the Summer Sea year-round, trading throughout the world.

Mond personally sat in charge of the Prison Gate Fort, so he was not afraid that Hightower would not donate supplies willingly.

"Let's go and wait for the army to enter the city."

Seeing that Helena had cleared up her doubts, Rhaegar patted the black dragon's back.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton sprayed a breath of dragon flame onto the wonder of flesh and blood, then flapped his wings and flew away.

Helena also patted Dreamfire and flew towards the Prison Gate Castle.

When the cavalry from the rear arrived, they saw a green volcano in the distance.

The phantom green dragon flame has extremely strong adhesion and lasts as long as wildfire.

In the barren desert, the green fire burned for seven days and seven nights until the last bone of cattle and sheep was burned out.

……

Yumen Fort, in the city.

The banner of "intertwined yellow and crimson flames" symbolizing the Uller family was removed and replaced with the Targaryen three-headed red dragon banner.

The army from the Reach arrived and took over the garrisons on all four sides of the city walls.

During this process, the people of Dorne in the city watched intently, without making a sound from beginning to end.

Rega paid a little attention and found that it was just as recorded in the book.

In such a big town, there is not a single strong Dornish man. The Dornish people standing in the streets are all women, children, the elderly, the weak, or disabled men.

Mond came closer and gloated, "It seems that the Ule family will not let this go."

As we all know, this family has a unique reputation.

Half madman, half worse.

Rhaegar was unmoved. He glanced at him and said to himself, "Helena and I will leave soon. You will defend this city."

"what?"

Mond was shocked and pointed at his big nose.

Rhaegar simply ignored it.

"Yes, that's true."

Helena looked as if it was a matter of course and clenched her fist to cheer up her dear great uncle.

Then, with Mond's heartbroken eyes, the brother and sister walked away hand in hand.

Target, the tower of the Uller family.

……

Along the way, many Dornish women and children watched secretly, with a hint of resentment hidden in their cowardice.

War comes, disaster comes.

There was no food, no livestock, and even fathers, husbands, and sons who lived with them day and night were forced to be conscripted into the army.

"This is the cruelty of war."

Rhaegar accepted it calmly and even considered whether to massacre the city.

He had seen more glares of naked hatred.

Faced with this situation, talking about benefits is useless, just kill them all.

Helena hung her head, looking absent-minded.

When Rhaegar saw this, he wanted to say something to comfort him.

The little girl suddenly looked up, her eyes clear, and said in confusion: "Be careful of the beast under the floor!"

"Helena?"

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand to touch her head.

Helena dodged sideways and walked quickly in one direction with her head down.

The brother and sister have entered the tower area.

Rhaegar was alert all around and sent more soldiers to search the tower and keep up with Helena's pace.

The girl walked around the dark tower and behind the castle was a bare manor.

Helena seemed to have been here before. She walked along the cobblestone path with ease and found a deep dungeon under a windmill tower.

The dungeon was built five meters underground, with a few oil lamps hanging sporadically on the walls covered with condensation.

"Water drops?"

While keeping an eye on Helena's movements, Rhaegar wiped the wall distractedly.

The water was cool, with a faint burnt smell.

If you smell this burnt odor too often, even the musty smell in the dungeon will be difficult to cover up.

Rega thought of the location of the windmill tower and realized, "The dungeon is connected to the Sulphur River, and the walls are flooded by the tide."

"Brother, I found it."

Helena suddenly spoke up, interrupting his thoughts.

"What did you find?"

"I don't know. I came here in a daze."

Helena stood in the interrogation room of the dungeon. It was dark all around, with only a dim oil lamp hanging above her head.

Lei Jia stepped forward and gently stroked her slightly curly hair, feeling both distressed and relieved.

The little girl had similar talents to him, including the side effect of sympathizing with each other.

Helena's eyes sparkled, enjoying her brother's caress, and she pointed to a corner of the wall: "There seems to be something there."

"I gonna go see."

Rhaegar waved his hand and a ball of fire ignited, illuminating the gloomy interrogation room.

In the corner, there are two extremely conspicuous items piled up.

A tattered, old suit of women's armor.

The armor was in great damage, with only a complete breastplate and half a skirt armor left.

The breastplate is made of black steel, painted a flamboyant red, and carved into a dragon scale pattern.

"Targaryen armor."

Rhaegar's eyes widened.

He had seen similar armor before.

The armor worn by Aunt Rhaenys is of this type, combining the red color of Targaryen with dragon scales to create practical protective gear.

The source of this armor comes from the sisters of Aegon the Conqueror.

Queen Visenya and Queen Rhaenys.

When trying to find out the origin of the armor, Rega felt as if his heart was hit hard by a hammer, and he immediately turned to look at another object.

The moss-covered corner was pitch dark.

A silver-white human-shaped object was lying horizontally.

"elder brother!"

Helena's eyes widened and turned into a look of surprise.

"Ok, I know."

Rhaegar's voice was calm, his eyes fixed on the object.

It wasn't a corpse or anything disgusting.

It was a loose piece of armor strung together with silver-white dragon scales.

That’s right, dragon scales!
Each dragon scale is half the size of a palm. Holes are punched in the scales and they are strung together with hemp thread to form the appearance of a piece of armor.

With his mind in a state of confusion, Rega stepped forward and touched the silver dragon scales and the remaining red armor.

"This exploration mission is now open, the target is the scales of Meraxes."

The system prompt sounded suddenly, which was unexpected but not unexpected.

The system panel automatically appears.

[Scales of Meraxes]

Exploration progress: 0.5%
Rega closed the panel and fumbled with the two pieces of armor in silence, his expression gloomy and uncertain.

Helena stared from behind and felt that her brother's breathing was disordered.

It was like a volcano that had been dormant for many years, accumulating intense hatred and anger.

(End of this chapter)