Chapter 423 Dorn's Plan

"Ancient Valyria fell because of its power."

Rhaegar sighed and released the dragon whip from restraining Haiyan.

"Roar..."

Haiyan shook her head and took a deep breath.

The strange whip strangled her neck, almost stopping her breathing.

"Haiyan, I won't stop you from looking for Lanino, but you are not allowed to attack everywhere."

Rhaegar wrapped the dragon whip around her and walked towards the dragon without fear.

Haiyan's pupils were vertical and she was just breathing.

Rhaegar stretched out his hand and aimed his palm at its dragon's mouth.

Dragons and their riders have feelings, and he can't force Haiyan to retreat to Dragonstone.

At least don't cause destruction everywhere and make people angry.

"Hiss..."

Haiyan seemed to understand and stretched out her dragon head forward, but her neck and back were clamped by a pair of black claws.

The glutton looked down and revealed his interlaced sharp fangs.

Although both are giant dragons, the size difference between the two is too big.

Glutton stood motionless on the ground, and one side of the dragon wing could wrap Haiyan tightly.

Haiyan lay on the ground helplessly, and her huge body seemed unusually petite.

It was about a quarter of the size of Glutton.

Rega looked at the big evil dragon and smiled helplessly: "Greedy, let it go."

The blood of the dragonborn flowed, and there was an additional special function.

Sense the emotions of the dragon.

The blood was burning hot just now, representing Haiyan's strong hostility.

Now the blood is flowing normally, basically no problem.

"Hiss--"

Glutton roared, full of warning, and moved away a pair of heavy claws.

Haiyan twisted her body and retracted her flat wings.

"Haiyan, give me an answer!"

Rega's tone became heavier.

Haiyan paused, and her vertical pupils flashed with struggle.

After a while, he approached the huge dragon head, and the light silver scales touched the palm of the silver-haired boy.

Rhaegar's eyes were burning, and he rubbed the dragon kiss of Haiyan, feeling the touch of the scales that was different from that of a glutton.

It was cold and smooth like ice.

Rhaegar smiled: "Good dragon, obey orders."

"Hiss..."

Haiyan hissed and slowly got up.

Rhaegar looked at it, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

Lannino must have met with an accident.

Today's Targaryen has a dragon in his hand, and his child has not yet been born.

Otherwise, he could try to tame Haiyan and weaken the Velaryon family.

Rhaegar's eyes flashed, and thousands of thoughts emerged.

According to intelligence, Lannino was probably killed by his current lover Cole.

The reason was that Cole disappeared together, and Lannino's former lover Joffrey, who was hiding in the barracks, was also found.

Or the sea serpent Corliss...

"Lannino was killed, and the sea serpent has no heir."

Rhaegar thought, feeling mixed emotions.

The sea serpent and Aunt Rhaenys are both over fifty years old, and their granddaughter is almost grown up, so it is impossible for them to have another child.

The Velaryon family does have some branches, but with the sea serpent's greedy character, he will not be willing to let others go.

"Haha, those who fight for power have no successors."

Rhaegar laughed maliciously.

"Hiss..."

Haiyan arched the dragon's head, stared at the black dragon vigilantly, turned around and flapped its wings to fly.

The glutton's green vertical pupils shone, and its wide wings spread out.

"Greedy, let it go."

Rhaegar looked at the figure of the light silver dragon and stopped it.

Haiyan will not fly out of Westeros. If she can't find Lannino, she will naturally return to Tidehead Island or Dragonstone Island.

Jeyne happened to be pregnant, and there were not enough young dragons, Blizzard and Thrax.

Haiyan is also an option.

After watching the dragon disappear in the sky, Lei Jia returned to the dragon's back and said with full energy: "Greedy, fly!"

"Hiss——"

Greedy took off and flew westward along the rainforest.

...

Stonehelm City.

The gray and white city walls were devastated, with traces of various rolling stones and giant crossbow bombardments.

On the parapet, there were many fine steel spears that penetrated deep into the radius, and they could not be pulled out.

On the top of the towering tower, a "Black Gate" flag was hung high, replacing the "Black and White Swan" flag of the Sven family.

"Hiss!"

A loud dragon roar resounded throughout the area of ​​10 miles, and a mud-colored dragon shadow hovered in the air.

"Dragon Flame!"

The silver-haired boy rode on the dragon's back and rushed over with a laugh.

The sheep thief's pupils rolled around, and his huge body dived straight down, and the shriveled dragon head spewed out a messy dragon flame like mud spots.

"Get out of the way! The dragon is coming!"

"Refill the scorpion crossbow..."

On the city wall, hundreds of Dorne soldiers were horrified and screamed.

Boom--

A round of dragon flame swept the ground, screams continued, and a circle of brown dragon flames ignited on the city wall.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

On the battlements, several powerful scorpion crossbows trembled and fired fine steel spears.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief screamed sharply, flapped his wings and dodged sideways, deftly avoiding the attack.

Aemond was full of excitement and shouted: "Sheep thieves, burn them all!"

The sheep thief snorted and flew to the top of the city, spraying a mouthful of dragon flame to change position.

Foolish driver, without it, he would have been shot through long ago.

Aemond grinned and looked down at the screaming Dorne soldiers below.

Hearing that the Sven family was destroyed, he came immediately.

Riding on the ugly and fierce sheep thief, leading two thousand storm warriors.

Aemond's smile did not change. He took off a three-foot-long dragon bone horn from his back, took a deep breath and blew it suddenly.

Woo woo woo——

The solemn horn spread far away and went straight through the solid city wall.

"Charge!"

The storm warriors moved at the sound, carrying a thick shield as high as a person, and ran towards Stonehelm.

Dorne soldiers were very nervous. They hid behind the firing holes in the city wall and used the three-shot crossbow arrows specially made by Myr to fight back.

Behind the city wall, more than a dozen catapults were fully prepared and loaded with rolling stones to throw.

Boom! Boom!

The rolling stones hit the storm warriors on their way to charge, causing objective casualties in an instant.

"No retreat, keep charging!"

The commander yelled at the top of his voice, carrying a huge shield and rushing to the front.

Everyone was encouraged, and they ran to the city wall one after another, facing the rolling stones and crossbow arrows.

Since ancient times, the number of people attacking a city must be far greater than the number of people defending the city, otherwise they would just die.

But they are still brave and fearless.

Unconsciously raised their heads and looked up at the mud-colored dragons hovering in the sky, bombarding the city walls one after another.

It was all because of the dragons that gave the storm warriors the spirit of fearlessness.

The Targaryen princes were all on the battlefield, and the firepower suppression of an adult dragon made the siege no longer difficult.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief changed his position to avoid the attack of the scorpion crossbow, and then shot back with a mouthful of dragon flame.

Imond was full of pride, without any fear or surprise.

His elder brother taught him that war is flexible.

First use the dragon's firepower to suppress, then use the soldiers to charge and break the formation, and you can win even if the troops are ten times weaker.

He listened carefully and used it better.

At the same time.

Inside the inner city wall, Olyfa Yronwood looked solemn and said angrily: "Archers, cooperate with the scorpion crossbow to shoot down the dragon!"

"Yes, sir."

The adjutant responded and conveyed the order.

Soon, a group of well-equipped archers emerged in various high corners of Stonehelm City.

At the command, dense arrows flew like raindrops.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief sprayed a mouthful of dragon flame and quickly left the low-altitude combat.

The attack range of dragon flame is limited, and each spray must dive.

The iron arrowhead could not break the scales of the sheep thief, but it could effectively harass him to a certain extent.

The sheep thief looked at him for a few times, and his deeply sunken brown vertical pupils flashed with curiosity.

Although it could not break the defense, it still hurt a little when it hit.

The arrow was too secretive, it was afraid of hitting the eyes, and it was also afraid that the driver would be unlucky and hit.

"Sheep thief, dragon flame!"

Emond put down the dragon bone horn and patted the dragon's back to urge.

The sheep thief glanced at him and dived down reluctantly.

Emond was not a soft persimmon, and commanded: "Aim at the archers!"

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief screamed, glided sideways to the sky above a row of archers hiding behind the parapet, and the dragon flame arrived as expected.

Boom——

"Help, I'm on fire!"

"Run..."

Dozens of archers in a group screamed miserably, some were burned to death directly, and some ran around like headless flies.

If he wasn't careful, he would fall off the city wall and be smashed into a meat pie.

Under the city wall, the Storm Warriors raised their shields and formed a circle, pushing a siege vehicle to hit the city gate.

The city wall was full of shooting holes, and they fired crossbow arrows at the gaps.

Many Storm Warriors were hit and shot to death.

Boom boom--

Without siege ladders, the Storm Warriors could only take the dumbest way and take the city gate with their lives.

Looking at the cooperation between the dragon and the army, Olivar Yronwood was anxious and angry, and ordered: "Take the old and weak of the Sven family out!"

The city may not be able to be defended.

It depends on whether the Targaryen kid is stupid enough to do something famous on the continent.

Olivar looked ugly, but he was very calm inside.

According to the strategy discussed by Prince Kooren.

Invading the Stormland is just a performance, a performance that must be performed.

If a large number of cattle and sheep can be looted, it would be best to occupy the first line of defense, Stonehelm City.

Make a fortune and get an ideal bridgehead.

If something cannot be done, don't force it. You can escape by delaying for a while.

Prince Kooren's goal for the Stormlands is to defraud supplies from Braavos and the Three Women's Kingdom.

The real invasion point is the seemingly indestructible Prince's Pass and Bone Road.

After looting the Stormlands, it is natural to loot the Reach.

Dorne is too poor, and needs to rob the rich to help the poor.

As for whether the war will lead to national decline, economic regression, and popular rebellion?

Dorne has always been poor, and this year is the worst year for harvest. It cannot survive without triggering a war.

After fighting this war, it can also obtain support from many parties in secret.

Moreover, the Iron Throne has occupied the Three Women's Kingdom and controls the Stepstones.

If given a year or two of breathing time, the control of the sea in the lower half of the Narrow Sea will be easy, and Sunspear City will never have another plank to go to sea.

With the temperament of the Targaryen Crown Prince, the butcher's knife will fall on Dorne's neck sooner or later.

If you don't rebel now, it will be too late to rebel later.

"Hiss!"

Above the city wall, the sheep thieves swooped back and forth, attacking the archers hiding in the dark.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Scorpion crossbows were fired one after another, trying to kill the ugly mud dragon.

Aemond stuck his head out and looked down at the scene below the city, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.

His offensive strategy was good, but there was always a loophole.

The siege vehicle was not efficient, and the Storm Warriors could not break through the city gate.

The sheep thief attacked the archers with a dragon, and also bombed the Dornish soldiers on the city wall. The firepower gradually could not cover the battlefield.

Dornish soldiers poured out in large numbers, throwing stones and rolling logs under the city, pouring kerosene and setting them on fire.

For a time, the Storm Warriors suffered heavy casualties.