Chapter 438: Keolun's Collapse (I)

The next day, dawn.

The harbor was full of smoke and broken wreckage was dumped on the sea.

"Hiss..."

Korakhu hovered in the sky, moving like a snake, patrolling the bay facing the rising sun.

At the harbor, the garrison worked hard to move the wreckage of the Braavos sailors.

Prince Reggio looked around in a trance, as if he was in a dream.

Braavos's most powerful purple-sailed warship fleet was destroyed overnight.

Daemon walked leisurely, holding a black steel helmet under his armpit, with a smile on his lips: "Prince, did you have a good dream last night?"

Reggio woke up as if from a dream and hurried forward: "Prince Daemon, thank you for your great help. You are as great as your ancestors, the conquerors."

"Haha, it's just a piece of cake."

Daemon raised his chin and was very pleased.

During the Bloody Age, Volantis' fleet occupied Lys and the army invaded Myr.

When they continued to capture Tyrosh, they encountered a violent backlash.

Aegon the Conqueror rode Balerion across the Narrow Sea and burned the fleet of Volantis, adding a strong touch to this war.

Daemon came to save Pentos, which was similar in nature.

Reggio grabbed Daemon's hand and treated him as cordially as if he were treating his own father: "Please move to the Prince's Palace, and let me entertain you well."

"Only entertain?"

Daemon's smile did not reach his eyes, and he asked his soul.

Reggio slapped his forehead and hurriedly said: "Tyrosh has just returned to peace. I am willing to provide sufficient supplies and establish the supreme friendship between the two sides."

Daemon's mouth corners rose, and he continued to listen to the other party's compliments.

One of the two sides lacked money and food, and the other lacked armed protection.

They hit it off immediately.

"Daemon!"

Rhaenys, dressed in red armor, came over.

After a night, the uncrowned queen looked depressed and her face became more haggard.

The pain of losing a son is indescribable.

Daemon heard this, raised his hand to signal Reggio to shut up, and turned his head to look at her.

Rhaenys's eyes were red and swollen, and she said with all her strength: "After the Braavos are defeated, I will return to Westeros."

"Back to Westeros, my good nephew, do you know?"

Daemon frowned.

The three city-states had just been recovered not long ago, and they were still very dishonest.

Rhaenys shook her head: "Laenor was killed, and Myr and Lys are in your care."

"You are really relieved."

"You are a Targaryen, and you will not disappoint Viserys' expectations."

Rhaenys looked around, looking at the devastation, and her heart was slightly painful. Then she said: "I have to find my child, alive or dead."

Until now, she still couldn't accept the news of her son's death.

Such a vivid life did not die in the war, but was assassinated by a lover.

She must go back to seek justice.

Daemon remained silent, not interested in answering.

"It's settled, you keep an eye on the disputed land."

Rhaenys ignored his emotions, opened her arms and hugged Daemon, forcing a smile.

After that, she turned and walked away.

Melias crawled on the ground, her dragon neck covered with horns drooped for the rider to climb.

"Hiss!"

After a moment, Melias flew into the sky, and her figure quickly disappeared in the vast sea.

Daemon looked back, his eyes dim and uncertain.

It was really a bit inhumane to leave him alone outside the narrow sea.

He lowered his head, rubbed his blood-stained fingertips, and muttered to himself: "Dorne Rebellion, Keoren..."

...

Prince's Pass, King's Tomb City.

This is an isolated city built on a cliff, with a small area and steep terrain.

At this moment, a coalition army from the River Bay was stationed under the cliff.

The camp spread out for one kilometer, with smoke rising from cooking, and the number of people was no less than 5,000.

Donald was wearing heavy armor and patrolling back and forth with a sharp look.

Since the conciliatory policy was issued last night, the position of the commander of the Mond coalition army was in name only.

Transferred from the front line to provide relief to the victims.

Thanks to Mond's leading troops to lead away tens of thousands of victims, their 5,000 people were able to successfully reach the territory of Wangzhong City.

"My lord, a letter from Wangzhong City."

The messenger came hurriedly.

Donald took the letter and checked it carefully.

An hour ago, the crown prince sent someone to send a letter of persuasion to Wangzhong City.

After reading the letter, Donald flashed a trace of indignation in his eyes and cursed: "Dorne bastards!"

The font on the letter was clear and the sentences were beautiful.

Centered around the Iron Throne and with the River Bend as the radius, it tried its best to show the qualities that a Dornishman should have.

Donald handed the letter to the messenger and said in a deep voice: "Send it to the prince for his perusal."

"Yes, sir."

The messenger left in a hurry.

After a while.

"Hiss--"

"Hiss..."

The two dragons roared continuously, spread their wings and circled over the Royal Tomb City.

The sun was scorching, and the huge figures of the dragons were blocked.

The cliffs were red, and a black and a light blue dragon cast a layer of shadow.

King's Grave was under full martial law, and ravens flew away one by one.

The crisis is coming.

...

Dorne, Sunspear.

In the Tower of the Sun, a fierce negotiation was going on.

Keoren sat on the prince's throne, his handsome face slightly twisted, and scolded: "The Riverland coalition invaded the Prince's Pass, Dorne needs more supplies."

In the palace paved with pale marble, a blond and blue-eyed young man in luxurious clothes stood tall.

In response to Keoren's request, he said lightly: "Prince, your army is useless, and the Sea King has decided not to provide additional funding."

"Bullshit!"

Keoren's eyes were fierce, pointing at his nose and scolding: "Dorn sent troops to the Stormlands and the Red Mountains respectively, and tied up the Iron Throne's troops."

"That's useless."

The young man shrugged.

The Sea King of Braavos said he would not fund, and he had no choice.

Seeing that the other party was not friendly, Keoren controlled his temper and asked, "Who assassinated the Duke of Highgarden? I did not give such an order in Sunspear."

The young man thought for a while and said innocently, "It is useless to say this now."

Keoren's eyes gradually became cold, and he said in a concentrated voice, "The death of the Duke of Highgarden has caused the entire River Reach to boil. They have already killed their way to the Tomb of the King. At this time, Braavos wants to escape unscathed?"

While speaking, he almost couldn't suppress his anger.

His plan was to use the Iron Throne to take the benefits of Braavos and eliminate the internal contradictions of Dorne.

Now it's good.

Braavos assassinated the Duke of Highgarden, and the shit pot was put on Dorne for no reason.

The nobles of the River Reach believed that Dorne did it, and they would not let it go easily.

The young man was questioned one after another, and he became angry. He said bluntly: "I received news this morning that the purple-sailed warship fleet failed to attack Pentos and was burned to ashes by the dragon. Do you think Braavos is just standing by and watching?"

The purple-sailed warship fleet had a total of 50 ships, and most of them were lost in one night. The loss was quite heavy.

Keoren didn't care about that and said: "Can't you see the loss of Dorne? Isn't it shameless for Braavos to withdraw its funding at this time?"

The war was led from the Narrow Sea to Dorne, and the funding was lost halfway through the war.

Braavos clearly wanted to make Dorne a sacrifice.

The young man sneered: "Not only Braavos no longer provides funding, but the remnants of the Three Women's Kingdom are also the same. They decided to move to Slaver Bay for development."

After a pause, he said sarcastically: "If you have the ability, you can get funding from Volantis."

After the Narrow Sea War ended, Volantis began to make small moves.

First, it secretly contacted Dorne and recruited mercenaries everywhere.

Keoren was silent after hearing this.

Volantis is useless.

Isn't it because they are afraid that Targaryen will take over the three city-states smoothly and push Dorne to attract firepower.

The same reason.

Keoren went to war with the Iron Throne because he was worried that the Iron Throne would unify the lower half of the Narrow Sea and turn to invade Dorne.

Unfortunately, Keoren has his own little thoughts.

Braavos and the forces that secretly support it are also very cunning.

Keoren thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "What conditions does Braavos need?"

The forces outside the Narrow Sea will not let Dorne lose.

Otherwise, the dragon flame of the Iron Throne will face them.

The young man said: "Wait, the Sea King has a plan and is preparing the ultimate weapon."

"The ultimate weapon?"

Keoren was stunned.

What is that?

The young man shook his head: "I don't know either. The Sea King kept it a secret and has caused dissatisfaction among the bankers of the Iron Bank."

Good things are hidden, and you just have to wait when you ask.

The power structure behind the Iron Bank was not explained, and the war expenditure of the Sea King was greatly reduced.

Keoren waved his hand and said unhappily: "I understand. Dorne will defeat the Riverland Alliance alone, and we will discuss funding at that time."

In the end, it is nothing more than asking Dorne to prove the value of funding.

Although more than 10,000 soldiers were lost in the Stormlands, Dorne is far from being in a difficult situation without funding.

The major nobles will gather together and rely on the geographical advantages of the Red Mountains to stop the Riverland Alliance.

"Then I will take my leave."

The young man did not stay and walked out of the palace calmly under the unfriendly eyes of the guards.

Until the figure disappeared.

Keoren looked up and sighed, leaning on the prince's throne without any image.

It is difficult to cheat money and food.

He understood that this was a warning from Braavos to prevent him from working without effort.

"Alas, there is a tough battle to fight next."

Keoren said helplessly.

Davos Dayne, who was in charge of the Prince's Iron Guard, said: "Sky Point and Yronwood are easy to defend and difficult to attack, and there are also Hellgate and Sandstone for support."

There are many powerful noble lords in Dorne.

In the Red Mountains, there are also nobles in remote places such as Bremont and Starfall.

As long as you sail into the Summer Sea and enter the inland through the Sulphur River, you can join forces with Hellgate to attack.

Kooren said "hmm" and said sadly: "Notify Earl Uller to recruit soldiers at any time, as many as you want."

There are no regular troops, but there are still many temporary recruits.

The people of Dorne are tough, and wearing the armor provided by Braavos, they are no less powerful than the old soldiers in the Reach.

"Yes, Prince."

Davos nodded and went down to execute the order.

...

Time passed quickly.

The negotiations in Sunspear City ended, and the Braavos merchant ship docked in Plank Town slowly sailed out of the port.

The merchant ship went down the river and entered the Summer Sea along the estuary.

The sun was scorching, and the sea breeze was salty and greasy.

Suddenly, a warship flying the seahorse flag came towards them.

The sailor in the lookout had wide eyes and shouted in horror: "There is a warship, a warship of the Velaryon family!"

However, it was too late.

The first warship appeared, followed by the second, the third...

Until more than a dozen warships crossed together, and the decks were full of soldiers in full armor.

A sea snake in silver-gray armor stood on the bow, with a solemn face: "Warships approach, attack!"

"Hiss..."

The moment the order was issued, a golden dragon glided over, its light pink wings flapping the wind.

"Dragon Flame!"