Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

He wore scale armor covered by a sand-yellow robe, with a white turban on his head, a curved knife at his waist, and a neatly trimmed beard on his face.

Behind him, protecting the carriage, were twenty or thirty soldiers from the Royal Tomb City. They were also dressed in sand-yellow leather armor sewn with scales, holding spears in one hand and round metal shields in the other.

The scorching sun overhead beat down on the earth like a fireball, with not a breath of wind blowing. The weather was exceptionally hot. All the Dornish soldiers responsible for escorting the supplies had been walking for half a day and were all drenched in sweat, exhausted, with beads of sweat constantly streaming down their foreheads.

“Take a break, young master Dickon.”

"The packhorses can't move anymore."

One of the soldiers from Wangzhong City was too weak to walk any further and couldn't help but ask his young master for help.

Snapped--

But in return, a whip lashed his body, causing him to stumble and nearly fall to the ground.

Upon hearing the soldier's request, Wangzuo City's second son, Dickon Manwood, lashed him with his whip without hesitation. The smile vanished from his face, leaving only coldness, and he spoke sternly.

"Hurry up and get going!"

"If we can't reach the pass before dark, do you expect me to sleep in the wilderness with you?"

"Yes, yes..."

Seeing that young master Dickon was angry, the other soldiers of Wangzhong City, though exhausted, dared not speak out, after all, his father was the Earl of Wangzhong City. They could only grit their teeth and continue on their way.

However, at that moment, a roar suddenly came from the cliffs on both sides of the Prince's Pass Road above the convoy.

"Kill them!"

Immediately, more than twenty skilled warriors from the king's army appeared out of nowhere, brandishing their longswords as they charged towards them.

Who are you? What do you want?

When Wangzhongcheng's second son, Dickon Manwood, saw this, he was horrified. He grabbed the reins with one hand to control his somewhat frightened warhorse and quickly drew his scimitar from his waist.

Damn it!

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

Dickon Manwood then brandished his scimitar and loudly commanded his soldiers.

Without Dickon needing to say anything, the Dornish soldiers naturally gripped their weapons tightly. They stood guard beside the wagon, watching the enemies rushing towards them, swallowing hard.

"kill!"

The next moment, the two sides were locked in a fierce battle, with the sounds of weapons clashing and screams filling the air.

"die!"

The Dornish soldiers of King's Tomb put up a very brave resistance, but due to the long journey under the scorching sun, their physical strength was severely depleted, and some even suffered from heatstroke.

How could Dorne's soldiers, in such a state, possibly be a match for the warriors carefully selected by Jon Clinton from the army?

As a result, the Dornish soldiers were quickly routed until the last Dornish soldier was cornered by Olaf.

"Go to hell!"

He roared and charged forward with his spear in hand. Facing the Oakhurst family knight, the knight easily dodged his attack and then plunged his sword into his throat.

He then drew his longsword, and the corpse fell to the ground. The burly Reach Knight wiped the blood off the blade with the victim's clothes, sheathed his sword, and looked to the other side.

Meanwhile, in the chaos of the recent battle, the second son of the King's Tomb Castle, Dickon Manwood, seemed to be trying to break out of the encirclement on his warhorse.

But the young Dorne boy, Cullen, who was acting as his guide, seized the opportunity, pounced on him, and forcibly pulled him off his horse, causing him to fall to the ground and be captured alive.

"Spare me!"

"Spare me!"

"My lords, I surrender! I surrender!"

Wang Zhongcheng's second son had his headscarf knocked off, and he was covered in dust and looked quite disheveled.

Dickon Manwood was very afraid of losing his life, and knowing he couldn't escape after falling from his horse, he simply threw away his scimitar, raised his hands, and knelt down on the ground to surrender.

"Pooh--"

"coward!"

Meanwhile, the Reach Knight, who had just witnessed the disgraceful behavior of the Dornish nobles, sheathed his sword and spat in Deacon's direction, making a sarcastic remark.

Meanwhile, the other leader of the expedition, a somewhat aloof knight from the Reach, calmly sheathed his sword. He looked around at the corpses scattered everywhere, and finally his gaze returned to Dickon Manwood.

"The emblem of the Royal Tomb Castle, which Lord Manwold are you?"

“Dicken, sir, my name is Dicken.”

Dickon knelt on the ground and hurriedly spoke.

"Oh, so it's Lord Dickon."

"It's alright, don't panic. We just need you to do one thing, and we'll let you go as long as you can do it."

Chapter 649 Bank

The knights of the Reach captured a nobleman from Dorne and wanted him to do something.

It is clearly not a good thing.

However, Dickon Manwood was very afraid of dying, and he didn't want to die here. So even though cold sweat dripped down his forehead when he heard the other party's request, he still gritted his teeth and agreed to it.

This was the idea proposed by the young Dorne guide, Karen, and it was unanimously agreed upon by everyone, including the commander. Thus, they began to implement the plan.

They observed for a long time to figure out the patterns of the supply convoys leading to the Prince's Pass, then carefully selected their opponents and launched an attack on the supply convoy.

They planned to disguise themselves as a supply convoy heading to Prince's Pass, escorting supplies, infiltrate the convoy, and then seize the opportunity to cause trouble, cooperating with the main force outside to capture Prince's Pass from within.

They cleaned up the battlefield, dragged all the corpses into the woods and hastily buried them, then changed into the clothes and armor of the Dornish soldiers. The Dornish dress customs also played a big role; the veils on their heads covered half of their faces, so no one could tell what they originally looked like. They all transformed into Dornish people.

The unfortunate second son of the royal palace was taken hostage and required to use his face to open the gates of the Prince's Pass.

Although he was still riding his warhorse, swaying his head and whistling, there was an undisguised panic in his eyes, because a tall, burly 'Dorn soldier' ​​was following him the whole time.

The other person had a sharp dagger tucked into their waistband. Just before setting off, they had gestured at his inner thigh, telling him that there was a major blood vessel there, and that their dagger had just been sharpened to be used to shave the spider's leg hair.

If Dickon Manwood dared to shout or say anything incoherent in front of the gates of Prince's Pass, he would give him a whack on the groin.

From then on, Dickon could no longer be a man. More importantly, the groin area is the main channel for blood supply to the lower limbs.

Once you stab someone hard, and then twist the knife deep inside their flesh, blood will gush out like a fountain. No one will be able to save them in time, and they will die from excessive blood loss.

If Dickon Manwood cooperates properly, they won't do that.

One played the bad cop, the other the good cop, which frightened the young second son of the royal palace so much that he turned pale and hurriedly nodded in agreement. His little scheme vanished, leaving him only to ride his warhorse with trepidation.

From the start of the attack to the complete cleanup, it took less than half an hour. Fortunately, because the Dornish nobles were strictly preventing the people from escaping, the people of Dorne could not move around freely, and the main road at Prince's Pass was also blocked. Therefore, no one else passed by during the half hour.

The supply escort team then embarked on a new journey, unaware that a grey falcon was tilting its head and staring at them from a treetop not far away.

It witnessed the whole scene but didn't make a sound; it simply watched quietly.

Viserys remained in King's Landing, but having nothing better to do, he used the powers of the Old Gods to dedicate a portion of his spiritual energy to the Greyback Falcon, observing the battlefield on the Prince's Pass side to see how Jon Clinton intended to breach the city.

"interesting."

Viserys sat in King Megalo's study, his hand resting on the wooden armrest of the chair, his fingers tapping lightly.

This scene was reflected in his eyes, allowing him to see what was happening over there simultaneously, across thousands of miles.

Compared to Brandon in the original timeline, Viserys's mental strength is far superior, and divine fire is now burning within his body.

Therefore, Viserys can be distracted, controlling the Grey Falcon while still maintaining his own consciousness and thinking about other things.

"His Majesty."

Meanwhile, on the other side, the finance minister Illyrio Mopatis, who was standing in front of him reporting on his work, showed a slight look of doubt on his face. His Majesty the King rarely got distracted when dealing with state affairs.

The Chancellor of the Exchequer is now tasked with preparing for the upcoming economic reforms across the seven kingdoms of Upper Westeros.

The Imperial Council of the Iron Throne had long ago passed a resolution to establish a central bank similar to the Iron Treasury of Braavos and the Thirteen Grand Masters.

People can freely deposit and withdraw their family savings, and the Iron Throne will guarantee the deposits.

As for how much interest you can get from depositing money in a bank?

Of course, that's out of the question. The central bank will not give depositors any interest; it will only charge a small amount of custody fees, and authoritative certification will help depositors preserve their assets.

This may not sound reasonable, but it is actually quite normal in this day and age. A storage fee is also charged when depositing money into a metal storage facility.

Due to the special properties of metal currency, it is very troublesome to trade, store or keep safe, and it can be lost or accidentally lost if you are not careful.

Therefore, depositing money into the Iron Vault became the optimal solution, and many nobles throughout the Seven Kingdoms deposited their savings into the Iron Vault, including the Tyrell family, whose Highgarden had been confiscated and who seemed to be on the verge of collapse but were not completely gone.

The Rose family contributed over a million gold dragons to the national treasury, yet they remained incredibly wealthy because they diversified their assets and investments.

The core military objective of the Iron Throne's overall strategy was to reclaim the North; the suppression of the Dornish rebellion was merely an anomaly.

In terms of diplomacy, the fleet that was sent to Nath Island will travel as far as Slaver's Bay. Although Westeros does not have a system of slavery, it does not oppose all forms of slavery in the world as aggressively as Braavos.

Their deployment of troops to Nas Island to protect their former imperial vassals from enslavement naturally required negotiations with Slaver's Bay, since without buying and selling, there would be no killing.

Each has its own goals in military and political matters, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer has remained lukewarm, but Illyrio is actually the busiest person since the country was pacified.

They had barely finished recuperating and healing the wounds left by the war when they began economic reforms.

Similar to free-trading city-states, a series of economic reforms were launched, breaking the old financial order.

Furthermore, once the central bank of the Iron Throne is established, it will begin to change the currency, gradually collecting old versions of the gold dragon, silver moon, and even silver deer and bronze star coins from the market, then remelting them and issuing new precious metal coins.

Chapter 650 Letter of Plea for Mercy

"His Majesty."

Seeing that Viserys had withdrawn his gaze, the Pentos man standing in front of the desk, with his round belly and holding a large book, was flipping through the detailed data recorded inside, and then continued to speak.

"Your Majesty, the total volume of goods entering and leaving the port last month..."

While Viserys was dealing with state affairs in King's Landing, far away at the northern gates of Dorne in the southernmost part of Westeros...

The falcon on the treetop watched the supply convoy disappear into the distance. Then, the grey-backed falcon flapped its wings, let out a sharp cry, and flew straight into the sky, heading in the direction the convoy had just left.

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