Chapter 531 Priestess of R'hllor

"Attack!"

The small boats crossed the Rhoyne River, and the archers, under the cover of the dragon, shot arrows in unison.

Robb led the Second Sons as the main force, and the arrows were fast and accurate.

The enemy had more ships and almost overwhelming numbers of soldiers.

However, under the dragon's flames, the whole river seemed to be floating with green fireflies, and the wailing and crackling of burning oil were endless.

In a small boat.

An elderly woman in a gray robe bent her waist, put her wrinkled hands into the basin, and her face was as pale as paper.

"Grandma, retreat!"

"The dragon is too strong, we can't stop it."

A pair of young men and women in white robes knelt facing each other, cold sweat on their foreheads, and their olive faces gradually twisted.

The magic power was about to be drained, and the pain of being on the verge of exhaustion.

"Wait a little longer, if you can't kill the dragon king, you have to stop the enemy on the other side of the river."

The gray-robed old woman drooped her eyelids, and her hoarse voice was full of determination.

The two apprentices could not help but to mobilize their magic.

…

Swish, swish…

The already turbulent Rhoyne River suddenly stirred up huge waves.

A big wave hit, and several small boats capsized instantly.

“Be careful, pay attention to the water flow.”

Robb was shocked and grabbed the board tightly to remind the brothers of the Second Sons.

The small boats were temporary substitute fishing boats with average stability.

The distance between the boats was too far, and they were immediately swept into the water before they could react.

The Second Sons came from the riverlands, and most of them could swim.

Most of the knights in the valley were landlubbers, and they would sink to the bottom if they fell into the water.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The remaining forces of the enemy ships took the opportunity to counterattack, and arrows rained down.

“Hiss… Ga…”

Korakshuu soared over, his scarlet wings swept away the dense arrows, and the dragon flame suppressed the enemy’s firepower.

“Go over, cross the river and don’t die!”

Daemon shouted coldly, riding a dragon to divide the battlefield.

"Charge! Charge!"

"Cross the river and you won't die!"

The army was inspired by morale and rowed faster regardless of the waves. Their faces were flushed with excitement, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

...

Rhaegar's face was calm, observing the battle below.

"Hiss..."

The Ouroboros wrapped around his fingertips and sucked the black air from his shoulder.

The wound was repaired and it slipped back into his palm.

"Greedy, let's cross the river!"

Rhaegar locked onto several small sailboats hiding in the back with a glance, and an unconcealed cold light flashed in his eyes.

The Glutton's green eyes were dim, and his huge body cast a wide shadow, calmly crossing the river full of fireboats.

Rhaegar's purpose was simple.

Take advantage of Daemon's inspiring morale and cross the river in one go.

Occupy the towns of Veronthus and Sah.Mel on both sides of the Rhoyne River, and you can cut off the inland support of Volantis.

When the army goes south, Volantis will be an isolated city.

...

In the boat.

Along with the waves outside, the cabin was filled with thick water vapor as if it had rained lightly.

Gurgle Gurgle...

The basin was covered with bubbles, and the surroundings were covered with water stains.

The gray-robed old woman was pale, and she trembled and climbed up, saying weakly: "Let's go."

She smelled the scent of a dragon.

The white-robed man and woman had numb faces, staggered and fell, and their smooth skin shrank and aged little by little.

The black hair of the Royna people faded to gray on both sides of the temples.

The gray-robed old woman had fierce eyes and scolded: "Get up, what time is it."

But it was just a backlash, the skills were really poor.

After shouting for several times, the white-robed man and woman were dazed and tried several times but failed to get up.

The magic power was exhausted and transformed into vitality.

The backlash brought by the body was difficult to adapt to.

"What a failure."

The gray-robed old woman was angry at her lack of resistance, and took out a fist-sized sapphire from her arms, absorbing a wisp of water blue luster.

The sapphire faded slightly, and the old woman's face improved slightly.

Grabbing the white-robed man and woman, dragging them out with great effort.

We can't stay any longer, the dragon will not let go of any ship.

The gray-robed old woman broke into the cabin, and the smell of ashes and burnt meat came to her nose, choking people to breathe.

At this time, a shadow covered the head.

"Hiss--"

The dark green firelight descended, spreading like smoke and fog.

The old woman raised her head hastily, and the green fire hit her face, burning her eyebrows and skin.

"Ah!!"

The scream was particularly shrill, echoing at the edge of the Rhoyne River.

The glutton hovered in the air, stretched his neck to aim at every ship, and spewed dark green dragon flames.

Rhaegar's eyes were cold, holding a glass candle in his hand, and the candlelight reflected the miserable state of the gray-robed old woman before her death.

Hurting people in the dark?

Do you really think Targaryen is still a low-level dragon king and is not proficient in witchcraft?

Rhoyna's water wizards were well-known, and they dared to fight against the invincible Free Fortress Empire in their time.

He even created a glorious record of killing three dragon kings.

But there is a saying that has been circulating in ancient Valyria.

"Wizards are not scary. As long as their heads are chopped off, they will die."

Rhaegar was eager to fight, and he looked at the other side of the Rhoyne River. He shouted: "Break the city!"

"Hiss--"

The glutton slowly flew to the top of the city, despised the scattered guards, and spewed out a mouthful of dragon flame.

Boom--

The dark green dragon flame swept over the top of the city, and the city gate was broken.

...

In the middle of the night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

The gate of Samael was lost, and a new group of troops were stationed.

Two giant dragons flew low in the sky, hiding under the night and savoring the blood in the daytime.

Camp, the commander's tent.

Rhaegar leaned back in his chair, his head resting on the pillow, and closed his eyes to listen to Robb's battle report.

"Your Majesty, 90% of the casualties in this war were those crossing the river."

Robb was covered in blood and said righteously: "The brothers of the Second Sons lost 200 men, and the knights of the valley lost 1,800 men, fell into the water, or were seriously injured. A total of 3,400 enemies were killed."

Rhaegar nodded silently and waved for him to retreat.

He probably knows the situation of the battle.

A total of five thousand mercenaries were stationed in Samer, and hundreds of boats, kerosene, bows and arrows were prepared in advance.

The purpose is to maximize the consumption of troops when the Iron Throne army crosses the river.

The dragon can burn the city, but it cannot occupy the city-state.

Without soldiers, the Iron Throne's initial assault on Volantis would end in failure.

After all, it would take less than half a year to travel long distances to reassemble a group of armed forces.

"How about it, do you want to organize the army to recuperate for a few days?"

Damon sat across from him, taking off his black steel armor and wrapping gauze around his arms.

The gauze was thickly layered, and blood seeped out of the plum blossoms.

Rega opened his eyes and glanced, and said calmly: "That's not necessary, our supplies won't last for a few days."

Attack Volantis, using the sea and land encirclement tactics of Myr's offensive.

The Second Son Regiment and the Valley Knights went into battle lightly, carrying half a month's worth of food and grass across the disputed land, and stood out as fast as the wind.

The intention was to occupy the two towns occupying both sides of the River Rhoyne as supplies.

Volantis was not entirely stupid, relying on the location of the Rhoyne River to respond.

The town of Velonces adopted a policy of non-resistance, and the army emptied out its supplies before entering the city.

Samer fought to the death and burned down the grain depot before breaking through the city.

Without a supply base, the army must capture Volantis as quickly as possible.

Damon tied the gauze with his mouth, picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "The soldier has sacrificed a lot and is not suitable to continue fighting."

Not only soldiers but also dragons get tired.

Especially the water wizard of Rhoynar appears, as sinister as a viper in the dark.

Rhaegar shook his head and smiled lightly: "Instead of thinking about these, it is better to think about how to invade Volantis."

He didn't care whether his soldiers lived or died.

The main force is the Valley Faction, and they are the ones who will die.

The Second Son Tuan has supported him for so many years, so he should make some sacrifices.

After the war is over, the fertile soil in the disputed land can be enfeoffed.

When Damon heard this, he immediately became interested: "It's easy to attack a city, it depends on whether you want a ruins or a city-state."

Apart from a black wall, the outer walls of Volantis are not strong.

But burning the city is really harmful to Tianhe.

Not to mention how many people died.

Just talking about the cost of rebuilding the city-state, it is an astronomical figure.

When Rhaegar captured Myr and Lys, dragons burned the cities, causing great losses.

Subsequent reconstruction will depend entirely on loans from the Iron Bank.

Damon is even more difficult.

In order to suppress the rebellion, Coraxio burned the city again and again.

Most of the people did not agree with his dominance and called him "executioner" and "invader".

There is no money in hand, and the reconstruction of the city-state is far away.

To this day, Tyrosh's most prosperous eastern city and port have been repaired, while the rest of the area is still scorched earth.

Rhaegar's mind was clear, and he was thinking about the cost of capturing Volantis.

I don’t know if it’s enough to steal the properties of the Tiger Party and the Elephant Party.

"Your Majesty, someone wants to see you."

Outside the camp, the soldiers were summoned to report.

Rhaegar and Damon looked up at the same time, doubts flashing in their eyes.

The rioters were suppressed, but there were no people left.

Rega thought for a moment and said, "Call in."

You can tell whether you are a friend or an enemy at the first sight.

After a while, rustling footsteps were heard, accompanied by a strong smell of fragrant powder.

The tent curtain opened, and a beautiful witch in red robe walked in.

Seeing the person coming, Rega frowned and said, "Priestess, why are you here?"

The red-robed witch took off her hood, revealing two teardrop tattoos on her cheeks, and smiled charmingly: "Of course, I would like to welcome His Majesty the Emperor back to Volantis."

As he spoke, he stepped out with a long white leg and saluted respectfully.

Daemon glanced at Long Legs and chuckled: "The emperor of Volantis is attacking his own city-state to rebel."

Rhaegar's face darkened slightly and he questioned: "Priestess, please speak clearly."

I rebelled against myself, what a big joke.

The red-robed witch did not speak immediately, but pretended to look around before saying, "Your Majesty, Volantis is not monolithic. Many people are looking forward to your return."

The word "return" is used well, it really makes Rhaegar the emperor.

Rega didn't believe a word of it and said displeasedly: "The Elephant Party is still an old aristocratic faction, let's just say it straight."

When you are in power for a day, you still make deals with powerful people.

How many people can remember him?

In the final analysis, the Tiger Party still dominates, and some people want to make small moves.

The red-robed witch approached step by step, pursed her lips and smiled softly: "I don't rule out that they admire you."

Rega's eyes were unkind, and his displeasure was palpable.

The red-robed witch stopped being presumptuous, swept away the dusty atmosphere, and returned to her straight face: "The Lord of Light told me that he does not want Volantis to be reduced to ruins, and hopes that a benevolent king will rule so that the people can live a stable life."

"has plans?"

Rhaegar had no time for nonsense and got straight to the point.

The red-robed witch's eyes narrowed and she said bluntly: "Tesirion of the Tiger Party is allied with Slaver's Bay. He has mercenaries from Braavos, scorpion crossbows made by Qohor, and water wizards hired by Asshai."

"Those wizards who control water magic are all heretics who disrespect the Lord of Light."

At this point, the red-robed witch said in a deep voice: "I can take you to sneak into the Black Wall, and the Elephant Party will hold a meeting to wait for an opportunity to eliminate Teslio and the heretic wizard."