Chapter 426: Dream Fire's Changes

The next day.

Two giant dragons, one black and one blue, soared together, hovering over the smoke-filled Stonehelm.

Outside the city walls, ashes spread for miles.

Suddenly, the ground shook slightly, and a large group of storm riders rode over.

There were a lot of them, about two thousand people.

The leader was the Earl of Nightsong, Royce Cullen.

…

The Storm Riders set up camp outside the city, and some officers entered the castle.

Royce climbed the damaged gray-white city wall with trepidation.

Under a watchtower facing the sea, Rhaegar supported the parapet with his elbows, quietly admiring the flow of the waves.

War wears away people's patience, and beautiful scenery can nourish the mind.

"Brother, Earl Cullen is here."

Helena wore a green cloak, and two strands of silver hair behind her ears were like ropes, braiding her naturally scattered silver-gold long hair.

Rhaegar glanced slightly and saw a middle-aged man with a much more vicissitudes of life.

Royce knelt on one knee and said in a muffled voice: "I'm sorry, I failed to play the role of commander and caused this disaster."

He was referring to the destruction of the Sven family.

As nobles in the Stormlands, they were all noble families guarding the border.

He had an inescapable responsibility for the extinction of the Sven family.

Rhaegar rubbed his eyebrows and sighed: "It's good that you know where the problem is. I don't have time to pursue the responsibility."

As he said that, he turned around and leaned against the wall naturally.

Every word and action was indescribably calm and self-assured.

Royce stole a glance at the crown prince's profile and felt ashamed: "Prince, I will wipe out the remnants of Dorne who invaded the Stormlands as soon as possible."

Helena looked back and forth between the two, quietly learning her brother's way of doing things.

Rhaegar's eyes rippled, and his expression turned serious: "Olyfar Yronwood fled, the remnants of Dorne are not a problem, I want to ask about the Vulture Mountains."

Since ancient times, Dorne has often had conflicts with the Reach and the Stormlands, and mutual invasion and harassment have become the norm.

This large-scale Dorne invasion of the Stormlands is still very rare.

There are currently three dragons in the Stormlands. The Dorne combat commander fled, and it is only a matter of time to eliminate the remaining remnants.

He suspected that Keoren's actions would go far beyond that.

There will also be a large-scale invasion of Prince's Pass and Bone Road.

Royce's face changed slightly, as if he thought of the key factor, and quickly replied: "Nightsong City is short of soldiers and generals, all thanks to the support of the Duke of Highgarden. The prince should start from this aspect."

He is the lord of Nightsong City.

He is in Stonehelm City, and Nightsong City depends entirely on the care of the brothers who stayed behind.

As a territory on the frontier of Dorne, there is no fertile land next to the river, no port with developed sea transportation, and it is not rich in essence.

In addition, due to the constant fighting with the Dornishmen, the territory is large but the population is not strong.

In order to garrison the fortress of Prince's Pass, Highgarden must pay for it and provide manpower and material resources.

Rhaegar was quite relieved and said in a deep voice: "Duke Tyrell has already sent troops."

Although the old Tyrell of Highgarden was mediocre and greedy, he was very dedicated to his duties as the governor of the Reach.

Royce hesitated for a moment and said: "The combat power of the army in the Reach is limited, and most of them are forcibly recruited. You'd better supervise it yourself."

As we all know, the armies of the Riverlands and the Reach are the best equipped and the weakest.

Old Tully is old and he is a pleasure-seeking person, so he will definitely not lead the army to go to war.

If you want to exert all the combat power, it is better for the crown prince to take over.

Rhaegar's eyes flashed, and he heard the deep meaning of the other party's words.

The Reach is very rich. Excluding the troops from Oldtown that went out to sea to participate in the Battle of the Narrow Sea, there are at least 10,000 people stationed at Prince's Pass.

If this large-scale army is used properly, it can create a great impact.

To put it in a small way.

Once the Dorne rebellion is over, Rhaegar's prestige in the Reach will rise to a higher level, surpassing Highgarden and the towering towers of Oldtown.

"Thank you for your advice, Lord Royce."

Rhaegar smiled slightly.

"I wish you all the best."

Royce withdrew.

After he walked away, the brother and sister looked at each other.

Helena tilted her head and whispered, "Are we going to Highgarden?"

She thought of the little rose in Highgarden, who took the initiative to make friends with her.

"Probably."

Rhaegar said ambiguously.

For the time being, there are no less than three places where wars are known to have broken out.

Braavos attacked Pentos.

Stormlands swept away the remnants of Dorne.

There is also the threat from the Vulture Mountains.

"Hiss..."

A sharp dragon roar came, interrupting the conversation between the brother and sister.

Rhaegar looked up and saw an ugly mud dragon fluttering over and circling the sea below the watchtower.

"Mea~~"

The mud dragon held a stupid goat in its claws.

"It hasn't given up yet."

Helena's voice was soft.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief neighed, wanting to move closer but not daring to do so, and tried to please the goat by making it scream.

He seemed to want to exchange something with the goat.

Rhaegar did not change his posture, and could not help laughing: "This guy is really smart, but he is a little bit unlike a dragon."

Dragons are very proud, and the mud dragon is a little embarrassed.

Helena puffed her cheeks and stretched out her little hand to shake: "No."

She was talking to the mud dragon.

The sheep thief looked at it twice, and the vertical pupils in the sunken eye sockets showed scrutiny, and he was reluctant to leave.

"Hiss--"

The two dragons flying in the sky gradually lowered their bodies and roared in warning.

The sheep thief was startled and hurriedly moved away.

The two dragons folded their wings and stepped on the gray and white city wall with their hind legs.

"Roar..."

The glutton's green eyes glowed, locking onto the dishonest sheep thief.

A sneaky dragon, it is not a good thing at first glance.

Dreamfire chirped softly and landed beside Helena, with an elegant light blue dragon head reaching to the shoulder of the rider.

Helena smiled and stroked the tall dragon.

Rhaegar looked at the man and the dragon, especially the spirited Dreamfire, and commented: "Dreamfire is very energetic."

This was the first dragon he had ever come into contact with in the true sense.

Slender, with gorgeous silver lines, temperament and appearance are as outstanding.

"Hiss..."

Dreamfire glanced at Rhaegar with vertical pupils, slightly opened his mouth and kissed the dragon, and a slight hiss came from his throat.

Helena rubbed it with her face, and said expectantly: "Dreamfire ate that scale, and the mood is very high."

Just last night, the brother and sister gave the [Dragon Essence] to Dreamfire.

Glutton and Sheep Thief were both at the scene.

When seeing the [Dragon Essence], Glutton was very calm, as if he was looking at an ordinary scale.

The sheep thief drooled, staring at the dragon scale-shaped [Dragon Essence] with shining eyes.

Menghuo pulled it away with his tail and swallowed the dragon scale first.

It turns out that [Dragon Essence] does not seem to be attractive to adult dragons, but instead causes craze for dragons that have not yet reached their peak.

"Hiss..."

Menghuo nudged the driver, stared at the sheep thief who refused to leave with his vertical pupils, and spread his light blue wings to warn him without any courtesy.

It is very large, with a distance of more than 80 meters between its head and tail, and a wingspan of up to 100 meters.

This size is far inferior to that of the glutton, and is also inferior to that of Womisol and Silver Wing of the same age, but it is more than enough to cover the sheep thief.

The size of Korakshu and Melias is about 60 to 70 meters, and the sheep thief is just over 70 meters.

According to the ancient books of Daianliga, the former two are of normal size, and the latter is the best among the mature dragons.

Excluding the wild dragon factor, the first two are not as big, but have more eye-catching talents.

Korakshuu is nicknamed the bloodworm. His slender snake-like body is a mutant species. He is cruel and bloodthirsty, and his dragon flame is strong and domineering.

Melias was hailed as the "fastest dragon" when he was young, and no dragon could surpass him in this aspect.

Rhaegar was fascinated and murmured in his heart: "Size is not the decisive factor, but the use of talent is more important."

"Hiss..."

Just thinking about it, Dreamfire rushed forward for a distance, showing its fangs fiercely.

The sheep thief immediately dropped the goat and flew away in disgrace.

As a wild dragon, not fighting easily is also a survival skill.

Helena was delighted and happy about the change of Dreamfire.

Dreamfire used to be ferocious, but would not provoke other dragons.

After swallowing special scales, it became very domineering.

"Roar..."

Dreamfire roared, the dragon head rubbed the driver lightly, and then flapped its wings and flew away.

Helena was stunned, her expression was very cute.

I don't know if it was an illusion, she seemed to feel the thoughts that Dreamfire wanted to express.

Spraying dragon flames, eating prey...

It seems to be a change of benign growth.

Helena did not hide it and told her brother the truth.

Rhaegar only replied: "Good thing."

...

It was afternoon.

Stonehelm was bustling, the Storm Warriors repaired the walls and gates, and the remaining servants prepared a big pot to cook.

"Princess..."

"Princess..."

Helena walked alone in the kitchen, and the cooks and servants who passed by greeted her.

Helena nodded in response and checked the inventory in the cellar.

After the looting of the Dornish, the cellar and granary were basically cleared out, relying entirely on the dry food brought by the Storm Knights from Crow's Nest.

Helena had no emotional fluctuations and checked carefully.

While her brother was discussing strategies for cleaning up the Stormlands with Lord Royce, she applied for a job to supervise cooking.

Although it was a bit useless, it was always good to learn a little bit.

And after a round, Helena thought cooking was not easy.

How could it be easy to feed the soldiers?

Knock knock!

While kneading the dough with her own hands, there was a noise in the corridor outside the kitchen.

Helena wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked suspiciously into the corridor.

At a corner, a head with silver-gold hair poked out.

"Aemond?"

Helena murmured, put down the basin and looked over.

The people around didn't notice and continued to cook.

Soon, the siblings met at a hidden corner.

Aemond had a gloomy face, seemed to be in deep thought, and didn't speak at the first time.

"If you have something to say, just ask directly, you don't have to cover it up."

Helena's eyes were clear, not false at all.

"You..."

Aemond opened his mouth, looked around vigilantly, and made sure that there was no one around, then said: "I saw you and Rhaegar hugging each other."

When he said this, his expression was visibly aggrieved.

Helena: "Are you jealous?"

"..."

Aemond was choked and said disappointedly: "I have an engagement."

He didn't deny it, but he knew himself.

Helena asked directly: "Then what do you want to say, break off the engagement?"

"No!"

Aemond was startled and hurriedly stopped his sister from talking nonsense.

This sister is good in every way, but she has a mouth that loves to tell the truth.

Helena shrugged and stared at Aemond with a pair of eyes, making him feel guilty.

Aemond wanted to refute, but gradually lowered his head and said helplessly: "You shouldn't be like this, you are almost an aunt."

He went to find the sheep thief in the morning and happened to see the two of them being intimate on the city wall.

This is not okay!

Aemond was worried and persuaded: "Rhaenyra is a bad woman. If she knew about this, she would sell you to the brothel in Lys."

Helena:...

As expected of a child raised by his mother, even the words he said are the same.