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

Chapter 624 Bloodbath in the Iron Islands

into the night.

King's Landing, Red Keep.

"Uncle, if we want to capture Norvos, we must fight quickly."

"We don't have that many troops."

"But we have dragons!"

In the dim room, Rhaegar stood by the fireplace, warming himself by the dim firelight.

Damon sat at the table, using the leftover lemon to dip in salt to maintain the clan sword Dark Sister.

It is rare for the uncle and nephew to communicate calmly when they are in the same room.

I was forced to do it. It's because all the people in the imperial court meeting were good-for-nothings.

Ministers in peacetime cannot adapt to the thorny road of conquest.

Rhaegar glanced at him with ambition: "Qohor occupies the vast forests, Volantis blocks the southern bay, if we can conquer Norvos in the northern mountains, the most fertile golden fields in the entire eastern continent of Essos will be within our reach."

In the dim firelight, the shadow of the finger fell on the map on the table.

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

Essos is a vast territory, several times larger than the continent of Westeros.

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

They are the barren plains within Pentos, the great plains of the disputed land, and the golden fields divided on the other side by the Andalus Mountains.

Among them, the Golden Plains is the richest, occupying a vast and fertile land comparable to the Riverlands and the River Bends.

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

Rega continued, "The disputed land is very large, but the land is only available along the river, which is far from enough for the family to accumulate wealth."

The pioneering knights founded more than a dozen small noble families, which were barely self-sufficient by relying on low taxes.

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

That's too long.

"The Golden Plains is a fertile land, but the towns and markets therein are no weaker than ordinary city-states."

Damon said calmly, "Besides, the Ironborn Island and the Three Women's Kingdom bastards are both uncontrollable factors."

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

Why did the Imperial Council avoid talking about the battlefield of Qohor and prefer to discuss electing a new prime minister?

It’s because the impact of the war is too bad and it affects the interests of various families.

Let’s single out one, the Beehive City where Finance Minister Lin Man is located.

Once the Summer Sea and the Strait of Mir are blocked, Hive City's export trade through the Oldtown Port will cease immediately.

The food and military forces produced by the family must also be unconditionally supplied to the Iron Throne.

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

With such risks, we cannot act rashly.

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

Rhaegar knew the king's responsibilities, but his face was a little cold: "But I only care about my family."

Let's talk less about kingdom and honor, and avoid talking about sacrifice and dedication.

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

When one day things become impossible, returning to the other side of the strait will be the first choice for Targaryen as the family of the Dragon King.

By occupying the Stepstones and the Disputed Lands, and then taking down the three city-states of Volantis, Qohor, and Norvos, half of the wealth of Essos could be taken.

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

Even if Rhaegar could not conquer it in his lifetime, his descendants would be able to ride dragons and sweep it away.

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

However, it has only been around for a short three hundred years, and is not yet indispensable.

Returning to the former homeland and developing the family and the dragon are what the head of the clan should consider.

"You are right. It is important to conquer the Golden Fields."

Daemon stopped polishing his sword and chuckled, "Compared to the goats of Westeros, Korakshu prefers the fat pigs of Qohor."

"Then it's settled."

Rhaegar pointed at each other's chests.

"If you want to carry out your plan, you must be focused and not afraid of losses and deaths."

Damon's eyes were sharp, "Let's move out quickly and attack Norvos as quickly as possible, even if it means burning it to ashes."

A city-state is not important, what is important is the excellent geographical location.

Rhaegar agreed immediately and chuckled, "Let's do it."

……

same night.

Pyke, Iron Islands.

"what!!"

"Dragon! Jump into the sea..."

The damp and cold rocky islands and the tall, ugly old castles echoed with heart-wrenching howls of fear.

"Hiss!!"

The brown flames 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 alive!"

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief circled around Pyke City, breathing dragon fire at every window and burning the small insects running around on the shabby island.

"Please spare my life, don't kill me..."

"Run, the dragon is coming..."

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

Accompanied by miserable screams and pleas for mercy, the entire island fell into an endless purgatory.

"Hahaha, these lowly iron races."

Emond laughed out loud, like a villain sung by the world.

There is no sense of incongruity in the Iron Islands, which believe that "force is better than hard work".

After the second half of the night, the screams gradually disappeared, replaced by the crackling sound of burnt flesh and blood.

"Look! Where have they gone?"

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

No one from the Greyjoy family was there, and the infamous red sea monster was not there.

Even the Iron Islands fleet roaming the sea was gone.

"Damn it, are they all going to loot that piece of muddy country land?"

Imond's one eye was so gloomy that water seemed to be dripping out of it. He massacred the people of Pike City, Cross City, and Old Wyke Island in one breath.

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

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief roared in dissatisfaction, his already shriveled stomach almost sticking to his back.

"Stop yelling, idiot."

Imond didn't want to give up, so he thought: "Come with me, let's go to the Basilisk Islands and have a good meal."

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

Since the Red Sea Monster couldn't catch the shadow, he took the offal of the Three Women's Kingdom as a sacrifice.

"Hiss!"

When he heard that he could have a full meal, the sheep thief's pupils widened like mung beans and he flew excitedly to the summer sea.

The man and the dragon left in a leisurely manner, leaving behind only the devastation left by the dragon's flames.

……

The next day, dawn.

Over Blackwater Bay. "Hiss—"

Two giant dragons appeared out of nowhere, flew over the calm bay, rushed into the misty clouds and roared.

The pitch-black dragon was as big as a mountain, and its pair of wings were like a curtain hanging from the sky.

The fishermen who got up early to go fishing were almost overturned in their small boats by the strong wind that swept through.

As soon as he stood up, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Hiss... Ga..."

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

At the same time, in King's Landing.

Large numbers of ravens flew out of the Red Castle, delivering information to the noble castles across the continent.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

A light blue dragon and a golden dragon flew out of the dragon cave at the same time, flying to Midsummer Hall and Stone Steps Islands respectively.

The latest royal decree this morning blocked the sea routes of the Strait of Sea and the Summer Sea.

Connected to Dorne, fully imposed martial law and prepared troops to face the pirates of the Basilisk Islands at any time.

As long as the war continues, the continent of Sothoryos will be trapped.

Red Fort, open-air corridor.

stomping on...

There was a burst of hurried footsteps, the sound of black boots was crisp and powerful.

Rhaenyra stood alone in the corridor, looking at the flock of crows gradually flying away.

The footsteps paused and he stood behind her.

Hearing the voice, Raynilla turned around and was a little surprised to see the person coming: "Benilla, do you want to talk to me about something?"

The person who came was the adopted daughter, Baena Targaryen.

Benilla looked stubborn and said angrily, "Damon is gone."

Just like that, he left without saying goodbye.

She had waited for him for three years, just like she wanted to take advantage of the Dragon Clan Conference to have an excuse to see her father.

The other party just walked away indifferently.

Hearing this, Rhaenyra's heart softened, and she stroked her adopted daughter's cheek: "He has met you, and seeing that you are doing well, he is relieved."

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

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

"He left already."

Rhaenyra said helplessly.

Damon is not good at expressing himself, and taking action is the best way to express his feelings.

The adopted daughter has a personality similar to her father's, so the two are destined to be incompatible.

"I'm going to find him."

Benilla was determined to demonstrate her worth.

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

Just because Gaimon and Inar have an extra bean between their legs, it doesn't mean they can surpass her forever.

"Benilla, they are going to the battlefield."

Rainier hurriedly tried to stop her, not daring to let her adopted daughter take risks.

Benilla was unmoved. She said angrily, "I can't let him look down on me like he looked down on Rhaena."

She has a healthy dragon, but she is still looked down upon.

His sister only had a retarded baby dragon, and Damon didn't take her seriously.

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

"If you really want to prove yourself, you don't necessarily have to go to the battlefield."

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

Benila was startled when she heard this and bit her lower lip secretly.

Seeing this, Rainier knew that persuasion was effective, so she hugged her adopted daughter's head tenderly.

She has other important things to do and can't spare any more energy.

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

It's a bit ridiculous, but we have to be cautious.

Before the meeting, she arranged for her second son Aemon and the dragon keeper to take the other party to the dragon's lair for a tour first.

See what a “real dragon” is.

……

The sun is shining brightly in the morning.

A magnificent fleet, all flying the flag of three red dragons, was sailing through Blackwater Bay, passing by Dragonstone Island halfway.

"Hiss!"

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

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

"Otherwise, I will inherit Casterly Rock."

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

At this time, on Dragonstone Island.

"Hiss!"

A young dragon with a pitch-black body and scarlet dorsal fin and wing membranes was hovering near Dragon Mountain, looking down with sharp vertical pupils in search.

boom--

A dragon flame as black as night spewed out, hitting the steep mountain and erupting into billowing black smoke.

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

"Huhu~~"

Baeron gasped violently and secretly wiped a cold sweat.

His black robe was torn by burns, and his entire body was covered in dust and dirt.

Like a stray orphan in Flea Bottom.

"Old Gods, there really is a dragon attacking you."

Hei Yali sat limply against the stone wall, her shriveled chest rising and falling.

Almost died.

Belron's eyelids twitched, and he chuckled: "I'll tell you."

boom--

During the conversation, the young black dragon disappeared and the air around him seemed to freeze.

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

"His-"

A low roar like thunder echoed continuously, mixed with the vicissitudes and arrogance accumulated over the years.

Baerlon held his breath and stared at the top of his head.

White clouds are floating and the sky is blue.

Longshan Mountain stands majestic and motionless, with smoke rising from its crater.

boom--

A gigantic beast with a dark green body and thickly wrinkled surface flew through the clouds, rolling up the mist and exhaling dragon's breath.

"Vhagar."

Baelon whispered softly.

(End of this chapter)