Chapter 231 The emergence of wildfires
Viserys briefly talked about the situation in the Riverlands.
The Blackwood family disobeyed the law and the farmers' union rioted.
Especially expressed strong dissatisfaction with the Bracken family.
Of Old Tully's three sons, only the eldest son was somewhat useful, and he died in the Bracken family's night attack.
The remaining two are either sensual dandies or heartless fools.
It can be expected that the Tully family will decline in the next few decades.
Rhaegar frowned after hearing about the chaos in the Riverlands, secretly thinking that the nobles of Westeros had long been accustomed to his father's weakness, so they dared to openly rebel against lawlessness.
Lord Leonor was injured and Harwin retreated to Harrenhal. Things were more difficult than imagined.
Old Tully followed the rebels and hid in Harrenhal, leaving Riverrun leaderless.
The Riverlands is not as rugged as the Stepstone Islands, and there are caves for the rebels to hide.
The upper body is engraved with bronze runes, which turn into blue scales when attacked.
Hear Rhaenyra say coldly: "This dagger is for Jenny."
Rhaenyra leaned a little closer, her eyes radiating coldness, and asked: "You haven't had time to engrave bronze yet, right?"
I am afraid that I am angry and take the opportunity to teach him a lesson.
At the speed of a glutton, one hour is enough to fly back and forth.
"Rhaenayla, you haven't left yet." Rhaegar stepped forward.
"Of course I'm waiting for you. If I weren't here, someone else would be waiting for you."
“Rhaegar, I have taken care of you and brought you up. I know everything about you.”
Rhaegar whispered: "Okay, I will go to the Riverlands tomorrow and deal with the Stepstone Islands later."
The lair of the Three Women Kingdom was burned to the ground.
Rhaegar raised his eyes and noticed the figure in black skirt waiting at the corner of the corridor.
Rhaenyra would not harm him.
Sure enough, Rhaenyra withdrew her dagger and stopped holding it against him.
Leading to inconvenient transportation and weak connections between nobles.
Viserys's eyes flashed with shame, and he clasped his eldest son's hand with both hands, his nose sore: "Get some rest first. You have just returned to King's Landing, so you must have a good night's sleep."
“Sister, calm down.”
After the incident of burning the country of three women, he fully trusted in the ability of his eldest son.
She knows Rhaegar's abilities and has mastery of a mysterious power called runes.
In an instant, Lei Jia's face froze and cold sweat broke out.
On the open plains, the dragon is invincible.
Before Rega could breathe a sigh of relief, a cold dagger stuck to his face.
It is the worst order among the seven kingdoms.
Out of the palace.
Rhaenyra kept her back to herself, her hands folded in front of her belly.
Rhaenyra stared at him with a smile, caressing the side of his face with one hand, and pushing forward with the dagger in her other hand.
As time went by, they became more and more indifferent to the rule of the Tully family, and each went their own way.
Rhaegar held his father's hand and looked firmly: "Do you want me to go and relieve the siege of Harrenhal?"
The mercenaries on the Stone Steps Islands are like a pile of sand and can be destroyed with a wave of your hand.
Rhaegar understood that she was suppressing the true fire for her own sake.
Rhaegar held his breath, bowed back, and said bitterly: "Rhaena..."
After a few mouthfuls of dragon flames went down, the rebels naturally retreated.
The lower body has not yet been engraved.
Rhaegar's pupils shrank, terrified.
A cold light flashed across, touching Rega's "vital part".
Rhaegar hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem yet and asked with a smile: “Are you waiting for me?”
The Riverlands is limited by geography. The Trident River divides the noble territories.
The brief panic passed and he regained his senses.
With this dagger, the source of trouble disappears.
Rhaenyra used a dagger to point at the tip of his nose, applying slight pressure, and green scales emerged to block the sharp dagger.
The dagger slashed downwards, and green scales appeared.
Rhaenyra's eyes were calm and she said complicatedly: "Remember your promise, don't ask me to help you remember it."
Rhaegar held the small dagger and solemnly said: "The flame never forgets."
After saying that, he grabbed the dagger and threw it away. He knelt down and lowered his figure, directly carrying Rhaenyra on his shoulders.
Rhaenyra exclaimed and slapped his back hard, the ice melting from her eyes.
The second day.
The sun is high in the sky and the sunlight is intense.
A dark dragon shadow rushed out of the dragon's lair and flashed over King's Landing.
The common people on Silk Street can see it most clearly.
The Black Dragon is the direction to the Riverlands.
Old city gate.
Five hundred sub-groups, more than four hundred unsullied ones, and three hundred dragon guards each lined up.
uluungulu~
A four-wheeled carriage slowly approached, escorted on both sides by more than a hundred valley knights wearing armor.
In a carriage.
Rhaenyra and Jeyne sat opposite each other, one wearing a black strapless dress and the other wearing a plain white dress.
The atmosphere was oppressive and silent.
Jenny lowered her head and spoke first: "Rhaenyra, I'm sorry."
“If an apology is useful, there is no need for laws.”
Rhaenyra crossed one of her legs, folded her hands on her lap, and tapped the back of her hands with her fingertips.
Jenny took a deep breath and whispered: "I will return to the valley immediately and never return to King's Landing."
iously by counting on your knowledge.)
Rhaenyra said coldly.
Jenny twitched the corners of her lips and forced a smile: "Actually, I have a lot to say to you."
“If you dare to say another word, you will not be able to return to the valley!”
Rhaenyra's face turned cold and she scolded her mercilessly.
The ungrateful Bichi.
Had Rhaegar not tried so hard to please her last night, she would have been intercepted and killed on the way.
The conversation is over.
Renee pulled out of the carriage, her snow-white calves looming under the black skirt.
The carriage left the city gate and headed towards the valley.
Three hundred dragon guards followed the Valley Knights and joined the escort.
The Second Sons and the Unsullied divided into two teams and each left the city gate. They are the troops who follow the prince to the Riverlands.
Rhaenyra turned sideways, watching the carriage and the team disappear from sight.
“Princess, let's go back to the Red Castle.”
Stephen Darklin of the Kingsguard reminded softly.
Rhaenyra touched the Valyrian steel necklace around her neck and smiled: "No, I want to go to the dragon's lair."
“Yes, princess.”
Stephen, regardless of the reason, guards him.
Feeling the cold three dragon head pendant, Rhaenyra felt at peace and missed Rhaegar a little.
“A trip to the Riverlands.”
To get rid of the anger of meeting Jenny.
Riverlands, Harrenhal.
It is already a scorching hot day in July, and the castle is even hotter now.
“Pour on the fire, hurry up...”
“Prepare the catapult…”
Outside the tall and heavy city wall, thousands of farmers in coarse linen and linen clothes surrounded the city, and the crowd was fierce.
Most people are armed with manure forks and hoes, and the equipment is extremely poor.
In front of the crowd, ten large catapults were pushed.
Manned by hundreds of armored and well-equipped soldiers.
The soldier's armor is engraved with a scarlet war horse in a golden shield.
This is the crest of the Bray family.
In addition, there are other family emblems of lesser nobles, mixed among the soldiers.
They are vassals of House Bracken.
The siege of Harrenhal was the rebellion of House Bracken that instigated the farmers' gathering.
As the officers yelled, the soldiers carefully moved the barrels one by one and put them in the slings.
"put!"
At the command, catapults were launched one after another.
The barrel jumped over the towering city wall and smashed into the interior of Harrenhal.
Boom—
The barrel shattered and green flames erupted, spreading over a large area.
The catapult is refilled.
"put!"
Barrels were hurled into Harrenhal one by one.
Some hit the city wall, and some flew farther and landed in the sacred forest on the edge of the city wall.
The green flame seems to need no fuel and still burns even though it clings to the stone.
The sacred wood forest was attacked by green fire, and a raging fire broke out in an instant.
Harrenhal was the largest and most majestic castle in Westeros before the War of the Conquerors.
Established on the north shore of Shenyan Lake, the largest inland lake in the mainland.
The thick and steep city wall stands like a cliff, and the gatehouse is as big as an ordinary main castle.
A total of five towers were built at Harrenhal.
They are: Terror Tower, Widow's Tower, Wailing Tower, Ghost Tower, and Burning King Tower.
Not a single tower was left intact after being burned by Balerion, the Black Death.
The tower was twisted and the stone cracked.
Many of the buildings designed by the black-hearted Heron were gutted and turned into dark ruins.
There is a gloomy atmosphere.
Boom—
More wooden barrels are projected, and the green flame becomes more and more powerful.
Although it failed to hit the five towers, it surrounded the towers in flames.
There are less than two thousand guards in the city.
Climb the city wall, draw a bow and shoot arrows at the enemy below, and counterattack.
The fire was too strong to bear, and the rear gradually turned into a sea of flames.
“Hurry up and put out the fire, the green fire is spreading near the tower!”
“Everyone, put out the fire…”
Under the clear sky, green fire burned in the dim Harrenhal.
Thick smoke and screams formed a mournful music.
“Ah! Don't touch the green fire…”
“It's burning, and the fire cannot be put out…”
Soldiers and servants went to put out the fire. When the green fire touched them, they burned quickly, and watering them could not put out the fire.
The maesters of Harrenhal recognized this flame.
An alchemical product, wildfire.
Having strong instability, flammability, adhesion…
The power is comparable to dragon flames, and it explodes when touched.
It is an extremely dangerous flammable substance.
At one time, he was banned by the school city.
On the city tower, Harwin was wearing armor and holding a sword, looking anxious.
He knew wildfires and heard about the horrors of this flammable substance.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, the wildfire spread through most of Harrenhal.
If this continues, they will be burned to death before the rebel army breaks through the city gate.
Outside the city.
The rebels launched a charge, carrying ladders and rushing towards the city wall under dense arrows.
“Surround the east gate and don't let Strong escape!”
Bracken's officers issued orders and ordered the mob to surround Harrenhal heavily.
Harwin was anxious and angry. He drew his sword and shouted: "Roll wood and fire oil, don't let the mob climb up the city wall."
At this moment, he felt 10,000 regrets in his heart.
The peaceful times lasted for too long, causing the Strong family to lose their vigilance.
War reserves were lacking, and soldiers had very little decent equipment.
There should have been catapults on the battlements.
It was removed early due to disrepair.
Otherwise, the catapults below would not be able to show off their majesty.
Let the rebels set themselves on fire a long time ago.
A guard ran over in a panic and said anxiously: "Sir, the fire in the godswood is too big and cannot be controlled!"
Not only can't you control it, but you can't control it at all.
The fire grew stronger and stronger, approaching the tower as the wind direction continued.
Many servants died on the way to put out the fire.
(End of this chapter)
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