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

Chapter 451 Dragon’s Wrath

A simple sentence.

Each word was clearer than the last, revealing an icy determination that could not be changed.

"Dragon's Fury!?"

Rhaenys was stunned and subconsciously groped the Dark Sister.

Helena quickly lowered her head, bloody scenes appearing in her mind.

Dragon's wrath!
It is not just three words or a synonym for an ordinary event.

It was during the First Dornish War, when Queen Rhaenys fell in Hellgate. The Conqueror and Queen Visenya, grieving the deaths of their sisters, launched an inhumane and brutal massacre.

The brother and sister rode on Balerion and Vhagar respectively and attacked the entire Dorne without any warning, burning every castle and village.

Any resistance was reduced to ashes by the dragon's flames.

Destroy every farm, well, and oasis, regardless of whether the Dornish are dead or alive.

That dragon's wrath lasted for two whole years!

There was no intact castle in all of Dorne, not to mention no arable land.

The number of Dornishmen who died as a result was so countless that it was impossible to even calculate them all.

"The Dornish dared to assassinate my father, and their evil intentions are to kill Queen Rhaenys. They hope to receive the wrath of a dragon."

Rhaegar's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. He said lightly, "Give it to them, and let the world see the glory of old Valyria."

"The Wrath of the Dragon."

Damon repeated, his eyes showing interest and his mouth widening. "If you want my brother's life, you should pay him with more lives."

An eye for an eye, blood for blood.

This is consistent with Damon's tough character.

Rhaegar glanced at him and said nothing.

"Damon, shut up."

Rhaenys shouted in a low voice, staring at her nephew who looked unusually calm, and admonished: "Rhaegar, this Dorne War is to quell the rebellion. Don't forget the original intention of the war!"

The source of all evil lies in Koolen's own selfish desires.

He has received the punishment he deserves and should not continue to escalate the war.

Rhaegar looked calm and said, "Aunt, the war has been going on for months. Do you remember why it started?"

Rhaenys immediately responded: "The wild dragon of the sea of ​​smoke, Mogul!"

The cause of the war was not Braavos, nor Dorne, nor Rhaegar and Daemon who attempted to invade the land.

It is Rees who captured Mogul and the Kingdom of Three Women who made a comeback.

Rhaegar followed up with, "Then why did the Three Kingdoms of Women fall and the battlefield expand to Dorne?"

why?
Rhaenys was stunned by the question and said hesitantly, "Chorren is afraid of the expansion of Targaryen's power. He has always had close ties with Braavos and the Three Kingdoms."

It is said that Alexandra, who was burned to death by the Dreamfire, was also engaged to the son of the Sea King of Braavos.

"No!" Rhaegar denied it, smiling and shaking his head.

Renis was puzzled, not knowing what her nephew was up to.

Rhaegar's eyes were covered with gloom, and he smiled and said, "Human desires are like rolling stones. Once they start, they cannot be stopped."

"Whether it's the Three Kingdoms of Women or the Sea King of Braavos and Chorren, they are all coveting the power of the Targaryens and trying to suppress and destroy the only remaining Dragon King family."

Rhaegar went on to say, "The Three Kingdoms covet Morghur, Braavos hides dragon eggs, and Chorren takes advantage of the situation to invade the Stormlands and the Reach."

"They are like vultures that feed on carrion, circling the Targaryens constantly, waiting for the dragon to weaken."

Damon looked intriguing and clapped his hands in agreement.

Although he talked a lot of nonsense, as long as they were determined to kill all those idiots, he was willing to give encouragement.

Rhaenys glared at him fiercely and sighed helplessly: "The Conqueror carried out the Dragon's Wrath and failed to conquer Dorne, bringing generations of hatred."

"The Iron Throne is about rule, not a realm of ash."

All in all, she did not agree with launching the Dragon's Wrath.

Another dragon's wrath would drag the kingdom into the swamp of war. Enough people have died already.

Rhaegar had made up his mind and just smiled and said, "War can bring peace, and hatred is only because of insufficient strength."

He stood up slowly and looked into the other person's eyes: "Don't forget, Lanino died in this war. How can I give him and all the fallen soldiers an explanation?"

"my son."

Rhaenys was touched in a painful spot, and her hand holding the sword was shaking.

Admittedly, she could not accept her son's death.

She also hated the land of Dorne.

However, the war has shifted from overseas to Dorne and should not be expanded further.

Rhaegar walked to the window and looked at the dragons circling over Yronwood. He said, "The Conqueror has only three dragons, but we have more."

In front of the three people in the room who were watching him all the time.

Rhaegar's expression became serious and he spoke faster: "We have Glutton, Dreamfyre, Korakshu, Melias, Sheep Thief, and Sunfire, a total of six dragons."

"There is also Haiyan who lost his rider, Vermithor who was driven back to Dragonstone, and even Vhagar who patrolled the Throat."

"In this land of Dorne, we can dispatch far more dragons than the Conqueror, and the first six dragons have all experienced battles."

He finished speaking in one breath and analyzed his own strength.

During the time of the Conquerors, Balerion was only slightly older than the Glutton, and Vhagar and Meraxes were equivalent to today's third generation dragons like Koraxus.

With the Glutton leading the charge, and cooperating with Dreamfire who has basically reached adulthood, and the three adult dragons including the Sheep Thief, their strength has surpassed the first three dragons.

Damon's eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to start the battle.

Rhaenys hesitated, weighing the pros and cons.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door, then it opened.

Cole looked gloomy as he handed over a letter: "A message from Black Harbor."

"Open it!" Rhaegar nodded slightly.

Cole moved quickly, tearing open the envelope and reading.

[Black Harbor has 1,000 defenders, who were attacked by the Weir family at night. The castle suffered heavy losses, and only one out of ten soldiers survived.]

"How is Count Simon?"

Rhaegar asked.

Cole turned to the next page, his expression slightly relaxed.

"Earl Simon was besieged by enemies who invaded the castle. Fortunately, the guards arrived in time, and Earl Simon even killed two Dornishmen with his own hands."

Even though this old man has difficulty walking normally, he is stronger than a young man when being chased and hacked.

Hearing this, Rhaegar shook his head and laughed.

The city of Yronwood was ambushed, and Black Harbor was short of troops, so it was naturally unable to escape the attack.

Everyone will undoubtedly be happy that Earl Simon can stop it.

Signaling Cole to leave, Rhaegar looked at Rhaenys again and said bluntly: "Aunt, what are you hesitating about?"

The king was nearly killed in Yronwood.

The Black Port guarding the Bone Road was almost lost.

You are merciful, but the Dornishmen want nothing more than your death.

Rhaenys is not a fool. She understands the pros and cons of this. She takes a deep breath and says, "You are right. Human desires are like rolling rocks. We have no choice!"

Rhaegar chuckled.

Helena stood up clumsily, put her arms around his arms, and whispered, "I'll help you."

"hehe."

Damon smiled but his eyes flashed with a cold light of revenge.

Dorne, accept the wrath of the dragon! ...

Time flies, a week later.

Without his rider, Wormithor returned to Dragonstone alone to rest.

Viserys was unconscious, so he sent someone to escort him all the way back to King's Landing.

The Cagel brothers also left with them, while Cole stayed behind to continue leading the troops.

Donald led 15,000 River Bay coalition troops to the city of Yronwood, took over the town and blocked the Bone Road.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

Sunspear.

"Hiss..."

"Hiss..."

Under the azure sky, six giant dragons of different sizes spread their wings and soared, breathing out dragon breath that was hotter than the scorching summer heat.

To the west of the Old Palace is the densely populated Shadow City.

Tens of thousands of Dornish civilians gathered, their eyes filled with resentment, huddled timidly in the dirty and messy shadow area.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a platform more than ten feet high was built.

An iron cage and dozens of spears.

Spears were pierced with heads that died with their eyes open, and an iron cage held a naked man with a broken arm.

It was the captured Haman Ull.

Haman had one arm burned by the dragon flame and half of his body was severely burned.

After a week of detention, this guy had a dull look in his eyes, curled up on his side, and huddled like a dog in the narrow cage.

The iron cage was hung from a gallows, ensuring that any benefactors present could see it clearly.

Damon stood on the high platform and waved his hand to signal the soldiers to lower the cage and drag Haman Uller out like a dead dog.

"no no!"

Harman had no idea what he had been through. He was on the verge of mental breakdown and screamed like a madman: "I am not guilty, I am not guilty..."

As he roared, his gray eyes glanced uncontrollably at the head on the spear.

Many of them had grey pupils, hideous faces, and blood stains on their facial features.

"be honest!"

The soldiers punched and kicked him, grabbed his head and pulled him hard.

Damon looked down at the murderer who almost killed his brother, forced him to look at the heads stuck on the spears, and said playfully:
"Look carefully, your group of good sons, as well as the old and weak of the Ule family, are all looking at you."

The Ule family was almost wiped out.

Only Haman Ullr is left.

Haman shook his head, his fat body trembling, and roared incoherently: "I am innocent, I want to slay the dragon..."

He is clearly a dragon slayer who has restored the glory of his ancestors.

Those who were tortured and killed in front of him were not his children and tribesmen.

No, absolutely not...

"Don't waste your energy on a dead man."

Rhaegar walked up to the platform with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

The soldiers stood in awe and dragged Haman Ull to the gallows and put the rope around his neck.

Damon smiled and gave up the venue out of boredom.

Also on stage with Rhaegar were Morse of Kingsbarrow and the five-year-old Quell Martell.

Rhaegar looked down at the Dornish civilians below and announced publicly that Quell would be crowned the new Prince of Dorne in the name of the Iron Throne, and the Martell family would submit to the Iron Throne.

Mors was appointed regent of Sunspear, in charge of the desert defense of all of Dorne and the defense of Prince's Pass in the Red Mountains.

From now on, Dorne was nominally under the rule of the Targaryen dynasty.

Rhaegar put his hands behind his back and said calmly, "It's your turn."

Quill's face froze, and he walked slowly to the front of the stage, trembling, "In the name of the Prince of Dorne, I declare that the Dorne rebellion is over. Any nobles or civilians who disobey will be suppressed throughout the territory."

Morse fully embraced the identity of a "loyal subject", holding high the spear symbolizing Martell and shouting pacifism.

The civilians of Dorne were silent, watching the scene in bewilderment.

Especially young Quill.

We, your servants, are still willing to fight to the death, why did the prince surrender first?

Rega was calm and knew the power of this method.

The Martell family has ruled Dorne for a thousand years and is already deeply rooted.

Dorne is destined to lose to the Targaryens.

Especially since the fortress of Sunspear was captured and the Martell family fell into the hands of the Iron Throne.

Not to mention that it made the Dornish nobles and civilians surrender, at least it was in the right place.

With a wave of his hand, Quill and Morse stepped back.

Aemond sewed up an eye and sent a drumstick and a silver dagger.

This dagger is now called One-Eye, so that its owner will always remember how hard it is to come by.

Rega took the hammer and the dagger and walked towards the hung Haman Uller.

"no no……"

As he wailed in terror, Rhaegar raised the drumstick high and brought it down hard on his chest.

puff!
The entire chest cavity was shattered, with a large area of ​​bones sunken, and the person was almost pierced through.

I tried hard, but the hammer head was embedded in the bone and couldn't be pulled out.

"Ho ho..."

Haman Ule's face was dark blue, blood was oozing from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and he was gasping for breath with his neck stiff.

With every breath, the trachea blew up the broken lungs and a series of blood bubbles appeared on the chest.

"The Ule family is destroyed, I said."

Rhaegar wiped his hands calmly, without showing any excitement of revenge, and pulled out his one-eyed dagger to cut the rope of the gallows.

puff-

Harman suddenly fell down, and the rope tightly hugged his neck, making it impossible for him to breathe.

As if in a last gasp, he kicked with both legs.

After a dozen seconds, it fell straight down.

Rhaegar watched the entire process, remaining calm at all times.

hum-

The one-eyed dagger glowed dimly, and a joyful dragon roar seemed to come from inside.

Then, a flash of light rushed out, split into two and drilled into the palms of Rhaegar and Aemond.

Rhaegar paid attention to the people present, but no one noticed this.

When I raised my palm, there was no pattern or anything like that left.

To be honest, my blood flow quickened a bit, as if I was becoming more sensitive to the dragon's scent.

Rhaegar nodded secretly, threw the dagger to Aemond, ignored the Dornish civilians who witnessed the execution, and turned around without looking back:

"The Dornish nobles are in rebellion. Accept Prince Quell's request and go to the whole territory to quell the rebellion!"

The words fell.

The six giant dragons raised their heads and roared, showing their fangs as if chasing and dancing together.

(End of this chapter)