Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day.

Chapter 531: Priestess of R'hllor

"attack!"

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

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

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

However, under the dragon flame, the entire river seemed to be filled with green fireflies floating on it, and the sounds of wailing and the crackling of burning oil were endless.

In a small boat.

An elderly woman in a gray robe hunched over, with her wrinkled hands in the basin, her face as pale as paper.

"Mother-in-law, let's retreat!"

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

A young man and woman in white robes knelt facing each other, sweat dripping from their foreheads and their olive-colored faces gradually distorted.

The magic power is about to be drained out, and I am on the verge of suffering from exhaustion.

"Wait a little longer. Even if we can't kill the Dragon King, we have to stop the enemy on the other side of the river."

The old woman in gray robe drooped her eyelids and spoke in a hoarse voice with a sense of determination.

The two apprentices were unable to and obediently mobilized their magic power.

……

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The already turbulent River Rhoyne suddenly created huge waves.

A huge wave hit and several small boats capsized instantly.

"Be careful, watch out for the current."

Robb was shocked and grabbed the plank tightly to alert his brothers.

The small boats are temporary substitute fishing boats and their stability is average.

The ships were far apart from each other and were immediately swept into the water without any time to react.

The Second Sons were born in the Riverlands, and most of them could swim.

Most of the Valley Knights are landlubbers and will sink to the bottom if they fall into water.

call out!call out!
The remaining forces of the enemy ship took the opportunity to counterattack, and arrows rained down.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Korakshuu soared in, his scarlet wings sweeping away the dense arrows, and his dragon flames suppressed the enemy's firepower.

"Rush forward, cross the river without dying!"

Damon shouted coldly and rode his dragon to divide the battlefield.

"Go! Go!"

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

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

……

Rhaegar's face was calm as he observed the battle below.

"Hiss..."

The Ouroboros wrapped around his fingertips, sucking black air from his shoulders.

The wound was repaired and it slipped back into the palm of my hand.

"Greedy, let's cross the river!"

Rega locked onto the several small sailboats hiding in the rear, an undisguised cold light flashing across his eyes.

The Glutton had dark green eyes, and his huge body cast a vast shadow as he calmly crossed the river full of fireboats.

Rhaegar's purpose was simple.

While Damon is boosting morale, cross the river in one go.

By occupying the towns of Veronthes and Sah.Meer on both sides of the Rhoyne River, Volantis' inland support can be cut off.

By then, when the army marches south, Volantis will be an isolated city.

……

In the boat.

With the water waves outside, the cabin was filled with thick moisture as if it was raining lightly.

Gulu gulu...

Bubbles appeared in the basin and water stains were all around.

The gray-robed old woman looked pale, and she trembled as she got up and said weakly, "Let's go."

She smelled a dragon.

The men and women in white robes had numb faces and staggered to the ground. Their smooth skin shrank and aged little by little.

The Loyna people had black hair, which faded to gray at the temples.

The grey-robed old woman looked fierce and scolded, "Get up, it's already so late."

But it's just a backlash, you really haven't learned this skill well.

After shouting several times, the man and woman in white robes became dazed and tried several times to get up but failed.

Magic power is exhausted and transformed into vitality.

The backlash from the body is difficult to adapt to.

“Two failures indeed.”

The old woman in gray robe was angry at his lack of fighting spirit, so she took out a fist-sized sapphire from her bosom and absorbed the wisps of aqua blue light.

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

They grabbed the man and woman in white robes and dragged them out with great effort.

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

The old woman in gray robe broke into the cabin, and the smell of ashes and burnt meat filled the air, choking people and making it hard to breathe.

At this moment, a shadow loomed overhead.

"Hiss-"

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

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

"what!!"

The screams were particularly shrill, echoing along the edge of the River Rhoyne.

The Glutton hovered in the air, stretched its neck towards every ship, and spewed out dark green dragon flames.

Rhaegar's eyes were cold, and he held a glass candle in his hand. The candlelight reflected the tragic scene of the gray-robed old woman before her death.

Hurting someone in secret?

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

The water wizard of Loyna was well-known, and he dared to fight against the invincible Freedom Fortress Empire in his time.

He even achieved the glorious record of killing three Dragon Kings.

But one saying persists in Old Valyria.

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

Rhaegar was full of fighting spirit. He looked at Sa. Meier on the other side of the Rhoyne River and shouted, "Break the city!"

"Hiss-"

The Glutton slowly flew up to the top of the city wall, disdainfully looking down on the scatteredly equipped defenders, and spewed out a mouthful of dragon flame. Boom——

Dark green dragon flames swept across the city walls, and the city gates shattered with a loud bang.

……

Late at night, the moon and stars are rare.

The gates of Sa.Mel were lost and a new batch of troops were stationed there.

Two giant dragons soared low in the sky, hiding in the night and savoring the bloodshed of the day.

Camp, the commander-in-chief's tent.

Rhaegar leaned back in his chair, his head resting on his head, and listened with his eyes closed as Robb reported on the battle.

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

Robb was covered in blood. He said righteously, "Two hundred men of the Second Sons were killed, and eighteen hundred knights of the Vale were killed, drowned, or seriously wounded. A total of three thousand four hundred enemies were killed."

Rhaegar nodded silently and waved him off.

He had a general idea of ​​the battle situation.

Sa. Meier stationed a total of 5,000 mercenaries and prepared hundreds of small boats, kerosene, and bows and arrows in advance.

The purpose is to consume as much manpower as possible when the Iron Throne's army crosses the river.

A dragon can burn down a city, but it cannot occupy a city-state.

Without soldiers, the Iron Throne's initial assault on Volantis would be a failure.

After all, it would take nearly half a year just to travel a long distance to reassemble a group of armed forces.

"How about it, do you want to regroup and recuperate for a few days?"

Damon sat opposite, his black steel armor removed, and was wrapping gauze around his arm.

A thick layer of gauze, blood seeping out of the plum blossom.

Rhaegar opened his eyes and glanced at it, then said calmly, "It's not necessary. Our supplies won't last for a few days."

Attack Volantis, using the sea and land double-team tactics of the Myr siege.

The Second Sons and the Knights of the Valley set out lightly, carrying half a month's worth of food and fodder, and crossed the disputed land with a swiftness as the wind.

They originally wanted to occupy two towns on both sides of the River Rhoine for supply.

Volantis was not entirely foolish, and responded by taking advantage of the geographical location of the River Rhoine.

The town of Villons adopted a policy of non-resistance and emptied out its food and fodder before the army entered the city.

Sa. Meir fought a desperate battle and burned down the granary before breaking into 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 soldiers have suffered heavy casualties and are not fit to continue fighting."

Not only soldiers, dragons also get tired.

Especially the appearance of Loyna's water wizard, as insidious as a poisonous snake in the dark.

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

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

The main force was the Valley faction, and they were the ones who died.

The Second Sons have provided for us for so many years, it’s time for them to make some sacrifices.

When the war is over, the fertile land in the disputed area can be divided up.

Damon was immediately interested when he heard this: "It's easy to attack a city. It depends on whether you want a ruin or a city-state."

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

But burning down a city is really against the harmony of nature.

I won’t mention how many died.

The cost of rebuilding the city-state alone is an astronomical figure.

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

Subsequent reconstruction relied entirely on loans from the Iron Bank.

It's even harder for Damon.

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

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

Without money, the reconstruction of the city-state is a long way off.

Today, Tyrosh's most prosperous East City and port have been repaired, while the rest of the area remains a scorched earth.

Rhaegar had a clear idea of ​​what was going on and was thinking about the subsequent costs of conquering Volantis.

I don’t know if confiscating the assets of the Tiger Party and the Elephant Party is enough.

"Your Majesty, someone wants to see you."

Outside the tent, the soldiers were summoned to report.

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

The rioters have been suppressed, so where are the people left?

Rhaegar thought for a moment and said, "Call him in."

You can tell whether someone is an enemy or a friend at first sight.

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

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

Seeing the newcomer, Rhaegar frowned and asked, "Priestess, why are you here?"

The red witch took off her hood, revealing two teardrop tattoos on her cheeks. She smiled charmingly, "Of course, we welcome His Majesty the Emperor back to Volantis."

As he spoke, he stepped out with his long white legs and saluted respectfully.

Daemon glanced at the long legs and laughed, "The Emperor of Volantis attacked his own city-state in rebellion."

Rhaegar's face darkened slightly, and he questioned, "Priestess, please explain yourself clearly."

I rebelled against myself, what a joke.

The red witch did not speak immediately, but looked around pretentiously before saying, "Your Majesty, Volantis is not a monolithic country. Many people are looking forward to your return."

The word "come back" is well used, and Rhaegar is really treated as an emperor.

Rhaegar didn't believe a word of it and said unhappily, "The Elephant Party is still a faction of the old nobles. Just say it straight."

As long as you are in power, you will still make deals with the powerful.

How many people can remember him?

After all, the Tiger Party is still the only dominant party, and some people are trying to make small moves.

The red witch stepped closer and chuckled, "It is possible that they admire you."

Rhaegar looked at him unfriendly, and his displeasure was evident in his words.

The red witch was no longer presumptuous. She swept away her worldly air and regained her serious expression: "The Lord of Light told me that he did not want Volantis to fall into ruins. He hoped that a benevolent king would rule and let the people live a stable life."

"has plans?"

Rhaegar didn't have time to listen to nonsense and got straight to the point.

The red witch's eyes narrowed as she spoke bluntly, "The Tiger Party's Tethrius has allied with Slaver's Bay. They have mercenaries from Braavos, scorpion crossbows made by Qohor, and water wizards hired by Asshai."

"Those wizards who manipulate water magic are 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."

(End of this chapter)