Chapter 437 Blackmailing Hightower and the Citadel

The necessity of a conciliatory policy was explained, and the noble lords were speechless.

Rhaegar looked around and asked, "Any other questions?"

"Disaster relief is feasible, but who will be responsible for food and medicine?"

Munde hit the nail on the head.

The noble lords looked at each other and nodded.

To be fair, no one wanted to help the Dornish, their enemies for generations.

Rhaegar had expected this and said bluntly, "Hightower will provide food, and the Citadel will support maesters and medicine."

Munde refused without a second thought: "Prince, Hightower has made a great contribution to the war and has no obligation to help the Dornish."

"This is an order!"

"You can't force me, otherwise I will ask your majesty for advice."

Munde had a sour face and looked fearless.

"Are you sure?"

Rhaegar narrowed his eyes, gently pushed away Helena, who was leaning on him, and looked straight at Monde as he slowly stepped forward.

Monde stared, still unconvinced.

Rhaegar approached, walked around the table and kept getting closer.

A pair of purple eyes, revealing a chilling light that captivates the heart.

Staring at him with these eyes, it was as if all the treacherous tricks were seen through.

"Gurgle~~"

Mund swallowed a mouthful of saliva and avoided his sight guiltily.

"The cargo ships of Oldtown have never stopped their maritime trade since the beginning of the war."

Rhaegar said in a light tone, his chest slammed into Mond's chest, and his slender figure looked down at him.

"Oldtown is the trade center of Westeros, so maritime trade is naturally indispensable."

Mund staggered after being hit, and made excuses stubbornly.

"Did I say that maritime trade would be suspended before the end of the war?"

"That was for transporting materials to the disputed land."

Mund's color changed slightly, and a row of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Since the outbreak of the Narrow Sea War, the maritime trade in the Narrow Sea has been cut off.

Lord Bartimos of Celtigar was engaged in private trade and sold goods to the hostile Three Women's Kingdom. He was stripped of his title and exiled to the Wall.

Rhaegar's mouth curled up slightly, and he lowered his head to Mond's ear and lowered his voice: "The cargo ships of Oldtown went to the Disputed Land and Volantis without permission, and Volantis also had ships sneaking to Plank Town. What do you think?"

"No, no."

"Oh?"

Rhaegar stared at the confused noble lord, and his voice turned cold: "Alison is the queen, but she is just a queen. How long can you protect her, and how long can she protect you."

Mond sweated profusely, and his lips turned pale with fear.

At the beginning of the war, relying on his niece's status as queen and the background of princes and princesses such as Aegon and Helena, the port of Oldtown never stopped trading.

In order to make a fortune from the war, Mond secretly purchased a lot of food from the Reach in the name of requisitioning military rations.

The profits earned by reselling these grains to Volantis are several times higher than before.

As for where Volantis resells the grains?

Obviously, to support new allies.

"Haha."

Rhaegar smiled with relief, patted Mond's stiff shoulders, and said amiably: "I don't care about the previous supplies. Before the end of the Dorne rebellion, the port of Oldtown will be closed. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

Mond's calves were cramped, his face was extremely ugly, and he trembled: "The Tower will supply food to the Prince's Pass. I will ask the Citadel to send scholars to treat the victims in the name of the Voice of Oldtown."

"Very good!"

Rhaegar's smile became brighter and brighter, and he hugged the other party generously.

Obedient nobles are good nobles.

I give face to Alisson, but you can't give face to me.

Mond wanted to cry but had no tears, and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

I don't understand why the crown prince suddenly targeted High Tal.

He had been doing small tricks in the past, but he was not noticed.

In the bright hall.

The noble lords watched the game between the crown prince and Mond, and their faces were different and they restrained their tempers.

The crown prince has the handle on Old Town Hightower, so they are not necessarily clean.

The nobles are not about who is better, but who is worse.

Boom! Boom!

Rhaegar slammed the table, his face turned cold again, and he said: "After dealing with the victims, the army will immediately approach the Tomb of the King, and try to break through the Prince's Pass within half a month."

"Yes, Prince."

"The Tomb of the King is vulnerable, and the enemy is still the Sky City."

"Two giant dragons bombarded repeatedly, and the Tomb of the King can't hold on."

...

When the army of the Reach entered the Prince's Pass, the Bone Road and the Storm Land were also turbulent.

Royce Cullen received a letter of help from Nightsong City and accelerated the speed of sweeping the remaining Dorne troops.

That night.

A fleet docked at the dock under the jurisdiction of Stonehelm City. The 5,000-strong army of the king who was supporting Stormland was divided into two, and 3,000 soldiers landed on the ship.

At the same time.

At the entrance of the Bone Road, where the Prince's Palace was selected, a fully armed army of 1,000 people rushed in.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the clouds were hazy.

"Hiss!"

A fierce-looking behemoth with bronze scales all over its body crossed the night sky and landed at the Prince's Palace.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty..."

Viserys, dressed in black, had just stepped down from Wormisor's back when three white knights in silver armor and white robes hurried forward.

Eric and Alec, the Kagael brothers.

And Criston Cole, who escaped from the Stone Steps and returned with honor.

Viserys looked at the three people one by one, and said with a gratified tone: "Go to the palace first to discuss the strategy of attacking the city of Weir."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"The palace is half built, Your Majesty, watch your step."

The three white knights surrounded the king from the front and back, escorting him into the prince's palace.

The palace is located at the entrance of the Bone Road, and a region surrounded by mountains and rivers was specially selected.

The palace is very magnificent, divided into the inner city and the outer city.

The inner city is very large, built of white marble, with carved beams and painted buildings, pavilions and attics, which is not inferior to the beauty of High Garden.

The outer city has not been built yet, and the foundation of the city wall has just been laid.

Viserys walked and looked around, passing by a dragon sculpture, and said with a smile: "Well built, and in a good location."

It just blocked the entrance of the Bone Road, serving as a transit station for the Kingdom's army to invade Dorne.

...

Beyond the Narrow Sea.

Pentos, port.

"Kill, sailors land!"

"Get ready for the catapults, blow up the port's defenses!"

"..."

Under the dim night sky, the half-moon-shaped bay mouth.

More than 30 warships sailed into the port, hanging purple sails, rendering the unchanging sea water.

The sailors on the warships gathered, and the catapults threw burning logs to blast open the unguarded port.

In just a quarter of an hour, the fire illuminated the bay, and the smoke filled the sky.

The Pentos side rang the emergency bell, and a large number of mercenaries ran out of the house and joined the defense line.

Someone saw the invader's sails and screamed: "Purple warships, the strongest fleet of Braavos!"

Since the establishment of Braavos, along with the birth of the Sea King, the city-state secretly trained a fleet of the strongest warships that roamed the world.

In addition, there is a fleet of purple-sailed and purple-hulled merchant ships.

The two fleets, one for attack and one for trade, have strengthened Braavos, which relies on maritime trade for generations.

Boom——

The purple fleet obeyed orders, and catapults threw one after another, ruthlessly bombing the fragile port.

Woo woo woo——

The solemn horn sounded, and the sailors rushed to the deck, drew their scimitars and were about to land.

Against the backdrop of the purple sails, the murderous intent of midnight was fully revealed.

In the port, there was a white stone tower.

Prince Reggio lay in front of the window, looking at the tragic situation of the port, and prayed secretly: "God bless, don't let Braavos succeed."

Boom——

An explosion sounded, and Reggio shuddered in fear, closed his eyes and kept muttering.

Looking back at the port.

The purple fleet blew up the defense line, and the port was full of burning cargo ships.

As soon as the warships docked, the sailors immediately swarmed and rushed to the port with murderous intent.

The purple fleet has a unique system of military merits, and every sailor is a backbone.

"Kill! Capture the fat pig prince of Pentos alive!"

"Archers cover!"

The garrison force has not yet formed, and it was swarmed by Braavos sailors.

Whoosh——

A salty and greasy sea breeze mixed with blood blew, a dark cloud blocked the bright moon, and the night became deeper.

Above the vast sea, there was only the chaotic fire of the port.

The atmosphere of fear filled every corner of Pentos.

"Hiss!!"

Suddenly, a sharp sound wave spread, as if it could pierce the eardrum.

The next moment.

"Dragon flame!"

A huge scarlet dragon shadow, slender like a snake, cut through the night sky, accompanied by a proud and magnetic male voice.

Boom——

Korakshu's body twisted and glided over the bay, spraying dragon flames wantonly.

The scarlet dragon flames were like pillars of fire, cutting through the purple-sailed warships and destroying the siege equipment on the deck.

"Hiss..."

Another dragon roar resounded through the night sky, containing a deep and untouchable rage.

The sailors on the deck looked up in panic, but could only see a scarlet afterimage.

"Dragon flame!!"

Rhaenys's eyes were red, and she shouted at the top of her lungs.

Melias spread her wings, and her figure perfectly disappeared into the night, turning into a scarlet ghost.

Boom——

The ghost floated over the port, and the scarlet dragon flames descended, engulfing the Braavos sailors who came ashore to kill.

"Dragon!!"

"How can there be a dragon in Pentos!"

"Break through the defenses, get into the city-state and fight in the streets, don't face the dragon directly!"

The Braavos sailors were horrified, and the captains of each warship kept their wits about them and called on their men to hide in the city.

The appearance of the dragon ended their escape route back to the warship.

Only by hiding in the city-state can the dragon be deterred.

Daemon was wearing black armor, and a cynical smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Cousin, leave the bay to me, don't let these guys get away."

Occupying Tyrosh and ruling a city-state as he wished was really exciting.

Rhaenys' eyes were filled with grief, and she gritted her teeth and said, "I'll take care of the port!"

"Hiss..."

Feeling the resentment of the driver, Melias was extremely irritable, and his previously restrained speed was fully activated.

His figure was like a red lightning, and every time he passed over the sailor's head, he left a pile of wreckage and charred corpses.

Daemon stared with interest, and said playfully: "A mother dragon who lost her cub."

The news of Lannino's murder spread to the disputed land, and Rhaenys, who had lost her son in middle age, almost went crazy.

He watched for a while.

Daemon lost interest, slapped the scarlet scales, and uttered the dragon training language: "Burn them all!"

He also learned the binding spell.

"Hiss!"

Korakxiu's pupils were ferocious, and he habitually made a shrill cry, rushing towards the purple sail battlefield.

Then, the scarlet dragon flame swept across the bay.

A bloody and fire massacre quietly opened the curtain.