Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

With the help of the gluttons, the allied forces led by Hong Gecheng advanced with unstoppable momentum.

In just half an hour, they captured the 300-strong vanguard squad of the Shiya tribe at the cost of zero deaths, 15 seriously injured and 30 slightly injured.

The glutton, with his own strength, wiped them all out at the entrance to Bright Moon Valley.

"Prince, please wait outside with the dragon for a moment. Our allied forces will soon annihilate the Mountain Clan!"

The main problem is that the roads in Bright Moon Valley are very narrow, and if dragon flames are used, it will inevitably hurt one's own people.

Furthermore, they did not want to give all the credit to the crown prince and be seen by outsiders as the most useless nobles and lords in the Valley.

"No problem, I'll wait outside for your good news, sirs." Baylor accepted without hesitation.

The chances of earning a good reputation without having to put in any effort are even slimmer than finding a bag of copper coins in King's Landing.

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An hour later, the Honggecheng allied forces, full of confidence, returned empty-handed.

According to the leader of the group, they did find the camp of the mountain clan, but apart from a few old and wounded soldiers who were left behind, the rest had all disappeared.

"It's strange. Why would barbarians like them, who don't know how to use ravens and only know how to defend their territory, suddenly leave their camp?"

"A bunch of damned barbarians! They ruined my mood!"

Rather than returning empty-handed, they would much rather have a good, satisfying fight.

Baylor remained silent throughout their discussion.

Only after the discussion ended did the allied forces return to Hongge City with sighs and groans.

When Jenny heard about this, she not only did not blame anyone, but also announced that the celebration banquet would continue.

"Think about it carefully. What reason could those barbarians from the mountain clans, who only know how to launch sneak attacks, have to flee in panic, besides fear of our valley cavalry?"

Jenny's words were definitely not unfounded.

The reason why the mountain clans were not completely wiped out in the valley was not because the knights of the valley were weak, nor because the dukes of the past were not powerful enough.

It's entirely because these barbarians are too cunning. Once they are well-equipped, they start burning, killing, and looting. Once most of their people are dead, they immediately choose to surrender.

Due to the laws of the Seven Kingdoms, the lords of the Valley could not renege on their promise and kill them after signing the peace treaty.

Otherwise, they will be cursed by the Seven Gods.

Even so, doubts still lingered in everyone's hearts.

Just then, Beller selectively spoke up: "I agree with Duke Jenny's idea."

"A bunch of stupid barbarians. Do you really expect them to sneak up on Hongge City and launch a surprise attack?"

At this point, Beller suddenly picked up his wine glass.

"I propose that this victory celebration banquet not only be held, but it should be the grandest ever!"

"Let all the people of the Vale know that it is the strength of the Targaryens and the valiant fighting of the Knights of the Vale that has made this victory celebration possible!"

With the crown prince's statement, the nobles and lords no longer hesitated and raised their wine glasses.

"Homage, Crown Prince Baelor Targaryen!"

"Respectfully, Duchess Jenny Irene!"

"And a salute to all the dukes, nobles, and knights who fought in this battle!"

"May House Targaryen and the Vale live on forever!"

With the first lord taking the lead, the other nobles and knights present also raised their cups and shouted praises of the Targaryens and the Vale.

In accordance with the prince's request, Duchess Jenny Eileen invited almost all the lords and nobles in the territory to attend this grandest victory celebration banquet.

A very small number of lords chose to refuse in order to maintain the security of the coastal borders.

However, the vast majority of lords and nobles chose to attend out of respect for the crown prince.

Under Jenny's special arrangements, the celebration banquet was unprecedentedly grand, comparable to Prince Baylor's coronation in both scale and the luxury of the food.

Some of her vassals also reminded Jenny not to be too ostentatious, since the Crown Prince was still there.

She ignored this and instead invited Prince to join in enthusiastically.

Hong Gecheng was immersed in the joy of the victory celebration for the entire day.

Outside the city gates late at night, soldiers took turns going out to enjoy food and drinks.

Completely unaware, in that brief one-minute interval, the once robust knight suddenly doubled in size.

At the city gate, a steady stream of dark figures quietly entered, cautiously making their way to the bustling main castle.

On the winding mountain outside the main castle.

Baylor sat beside the glutton, watching the last vestiges of prosperity in Hongge City, occasionally taking a bite of freshly roasted lamb and lemon cake.

Jenny, Janssf, and Rhea sat on wooden benches, each holding a glass filled with grain liquor, occasionally turning their heads to discuss something.

"Prince, grain liquor truly lives up to its reputation as the best-selling item in your market; its taste is indeed unique."

"I hope to represent the Valley and reach a certain number of transactions with your trade market."

"When would you have time to discuss this matter in detail?"

Beller drank a glass of grain liquor and said unhurriedly, "No rush, Cousin Jenny."

"We can discuss this in detail after everything is over."

After all, the prince's grain liquor isn't going to grow legs and run away, so what's more interesting than watching a play?

Inside the castle, it was bustling with activity.

The men huddled together, drinking heavily, devouring whole roasted lamb, and boasting about their past exploits and how many prostitutes they could seduce in a single night.

The women, along with their children, chatted about everyday family matters.

When the wine glass is empty, a waiter will come and refill it, but each time he will fill the glass to the brim.

Finally, a male nobleman could no longer bear it and angrily smashed the bright red wine bottle onto the ground.

"Who trained you, maid? Don't you know that red wine should only be poured two-thirds full?"

The servant didn't speak, but quietly placed one hand to his side, his eyes fixed on the servant's unguarded neck.

"Today is a good day for our valley. There's no need to let these wretches ruin our good mood," another lord advised.

It's not that he has a good temper; he simply doesn't want to kill anyone right now.

"Didn't you hear me? Get out of here!"

The burly servant did not reply, but instead walked forward unhurriedly and, under the nobleman's questioning gaze, plunged a dagger through his neck.

"you!"

It was only then that he realized the robust attendant was from a mountain clan.

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As the first person fell, the long-waiting chief of the Stone Raven tribe kicked open the door and roared, "Warriors of the tribe, take up your weapons!"

"When facing the nobles of the valley, spare no one—men, women, or children!"

With his roar, dozens of Stone Raven warriors, each wielding an axe, rushed into the main hall of the banquet and began a frenzied massacre.