Chapter 428 Black Harbor

"No!!"

"Don't block the way, run away..."

Everyone's hair stood on end, and they pushed and shoved desperately to escape.

Boom——

The golden dragon flame pushed along the narrow path without any delay, drawing a long golden line in the red rock.

Someone looked up hastily and saw the last sight of his life.

An adult dragon with bronze scales all over its body, brown wing membranes, and a ferocious appearance.

Bronze Fury——Womisol

"Seven layers of hell!"

The moment he saw the bronze dragon, his face was dull and he welcomed the baptism of dragon flame.

With a sizzling sound, his face was completely changed.

In the air, a deep shout came.

"Womisol, dragon flame!"

"Hiss!"

The bronze dragon roared, and its body over a hundred meters long swooped down, and the abyss gushed out scorching golden fire.

In an instant, crying and wailing echoed around the entire rock.

After a while, only the broken and charred corpses were left.

"Vormisor, good job."

Viserys's face flushed, and he was indescribably excited and proud.

At this time, he was wearing black steel armor, a red cloak, and the family sword Blackfire on his waist.

The armor covered his fat body, and the black steel added a bit of perseverance. With the dragon wing helmet and the family sword Blackfire, the whole person seemed to be 20 years younger.

Become a fearless dragon rider who is good at fighting.

"Hiss!"

Vormisor's vertical pupils were indifferent, and he flapped his wings like a machine, searching for the mercenaries who fled alone.

Once found, he would immediately burn with dragon flames.

Carry out the nickname of Bronze Fury to the end.

"Haha, let's go."

Viserys was in high spirits and grinned: "There are still many enemies who want to see the wrath of the sleeping dragon."

As he spoke, his chest rose and fell more and more, and he raised his hand to wipe the hot sweat.

It was not because of the scorching heat, but because of the blood rushing.

Viserys panted twice and smiled to himself: "Dragon riding is still a little too exciting for me."

But it's really cool.

"Hiss!"

Vormithor was like a bronze sun, soaring swiftly and fiercely towards the other side of the mountain.

According to the intelligence collected by the intelligence chief, a large number of mercenaries gathered on the Bone Road.

They still need to be cleared one by one.

...

Three days passed in a flash.

A large number of disaster victims crossed the steep Bone Road and gathered in front of a narrow fortress.

The fortress was built between the rock walls on both sides, more than ten feet high, with a huge bronze door across the railing.

The rock walls on both sides were covered with honeycomb-like shooting holes, always aimed at the enemy who attempted to attack.

Behind the fortress was a majestic castle built on the mountain, towering into the sky.

The Black Harbor City of the Dondarrion family.

"Hiss!"

A bronze dragon rushed out of the castle, looking down at the disaster victims below with cold eyes.

More and more victims gathered and blocked the fortress, threatening the defense layout of Black Harbor.

Seeing the dragon hovering overhead, the victims looked numb, not knowing how to hide or cry.

Occasionally, when a child cried out, an adult would quickly cover his mouth.

They couldn't survive anymore.

No food, no hope.

The only thing they could do was to follow the crowds and gather at the fortress on the Bone Road, waiting for the scorching sun.

Unconsciously, a feeling called despair spread silently, looming over the victims more than the dragon.

"Hiss--"

"Hiss..."

Suddenly, two dragon roars came from afar, and two dragons flew out of the dark sky.

One black and one light blue, chasing each other like dancing.

Whoosh--

The black dragon plunged down from the sky, gliding along the rock wall, and its sharp claws smashed the protruding rocks.

Rhaegar, dressed in a black robe, whispered, "Greedy, don't scare the victims."

"Hiss--"

The black dragon had green eyes and rushed towards the conspicuous Black Harbor.

"Hiss..."

Dreamfire chased closely, with a pair of light blue wings spread out, and its appearance was gorgeous like another blue sky and dark clouds.

Helena's face was tense, and she looked at the victims who were emitting a stinky smell from time to time.

"Dragon..."

"Targaryen..."

Two dragons flew over their heads, and the victims were startled and stared at the dragons and the boys and girls on their backs.

The dragons guarded the fortress, and no one could break through the bone road.

The victims could not help but become more desperate, and under the scorching sun, their hearts were covered with frost.

Not long after, the dragon left the sight.

Enter the invisible and intangible Black Harbor City.

...

Black Harbor, front courtyard.

Womisoel landed first, occupying the few remaining open areas in the courtyard.

On the other side.

Glutton and Dreamfire landed outside the courtyard. The black basalt wall of more than ten feet high was like a row of rural earth walls, barely blocking the strong hind legs of the two dragons.

With a slight poke, the dragon's head leaped over the deep moat and overlooked all corners of the forecourt.

Rhaegar took off his hood and stepped off the dragon's back.

Rumble——

The city gate slowly opened, and a team of soldiers came out to greet him.

"Rhaegar, my child!"

Viserys took big strides, looking very happy.

"Father, are you okay?"

Rhaegar smiled slightly and walked towards him.

Viserys grabbed his eldest son's arm, squeezed his strong muscles, and smiled: "It's great that you can come."

The father and son had sent a message long ago that Rhaegar had to solve the troubles in the Stormlands first.

"Father."

Helena climbed down the dragon's back, smiled and rushed forward to hug.

Viserys was wearing armor, so he could only hug his daughter through the iron sheet, and said distressedly: "Helena, you should stay in King's Landing."

After the Maiden's Day, the youngest daughter hid in Harrenhal.

Later, he returned to the Red Keep and quietly went to the Stormlands.

Helena frowned slightly and reflected: "I want to find a blue island and meet my brother first."

"You mean Tarth?"

Viserys was slightly stunned and asked in confusion.

Tarth is one of the affiliated islands along the coast of Westeros.

It is located in the north of Shipbreaker Bay, separated from the mainland by a strait.

The island is very beautiful, with different landforms such as mountains, lakes, plains, and valleys.

Because of the blue water nearby, it is also called the Sapphire Island.

Helena was a little confused and said vaguely: "I only saw a blue island."

"Then you really should go there to take a look."

Viserys raised his eyebrows and found that his little daughter was mentally unstable again.

He didn't think Helena had the talent for dragon dreams.

Dragon dreams should be triggered by dreams, and appear indirectly and stably.

Helena's nonsense is more like a fragmented picture that suddenly flashed in her mind.

"Father, let's talk about it in the city."

Rhaegar changed the subject.

Viserys said hurriedly: "Yes, I asked Lord Simon to prepare the banquet."

The old Lord Simon Dondarrion nodded slightly, dressed meticulously.

This is a proud and face-conscious old stubborn.

The white knights, Erik and Alec, also went out to greet him, always protecting the king.

The brothers nodded and greeted respectfully: "Prince, Princess."

Rhaegar smiled and walked in with Helena's hand.

Helena was depressed, and her freckled face was almost wrinkled into a bun.

Rhaegar said as he walked: "We have to go to Highgarden later, don't be depressed."

"Oh~"

Helena squeaked.

She saw a fishmonger on the blue island and was a little curious about what it meant.

Soon, a group of people walked into the castle courtyard.

"Roar..."

Vormithor was lying on the ground, with its ferocious dragon head with horns slightly raised, exuding a murderous aura.

Rhaegar took the opportunity to look at the bronze giant.

After hunting down smuggled mercenaries in the past few days, Vormithor was very energetic and regained some of his previous ferocity.

Viserys panted slightly and said proudly: "Vormithor is a real warrior, stronger than I thought."

Compared to the usual dragon parade, it is another taste to ride a dragon on the battlefield.

Rhaegar's eyes fell on his father and asked: "Are you okay?"

Father had cuts on his body and his physical strength might not be able to keep up.

Viserys waved his hand and said confidently: "Don't worry about me, I'm just a little tired, it won't affect the wound."

I thought riding a dragon in battle would tear the wound and be embarrassing on the battlefield.

Unexpectedly, he was fine, and Vormithor could take advantage of air superiority by himself.

Chatting and walking, entering the castle.

Black Harbor City was built on a cliff. On the side facing the Bone Road, the wall was covered with a layer of vine-like green plants, like a green waterfall.

Walking into the castle hall, the wall and green plants blocked the sunlight, and the temperature suddenly became cool.

The old earl ordered the servants to prepare meals and set up a sumptuous banquet.

Before he was about to sit down, another person hurried over.

"Your Majesty, the military supplies have been checked clearly."

Tylan was sweating and panting as he reported the task.

He ran too fast, his blond hair was a little messy, and his clothes exuded a faint sweat odor.

There was no trace of his former strict requirements for the outside world.

Viserys asked about the general situation and motioned for the other party to take a seat.

Tylan nodded ingratiatingly, and did not forget to greet Rhaegar.

In a veiled way, the crown prince was his immediate superior.

Rhaegar smiled back, surprised that Tylan was here.

On second thought, it was no problem.

The Prince's Palace was built on the border of Dorne, behind the Black Harbor, at the exit of the Bone Road.

As a supervisor and a former royal minister, it was normal for Tailan to be temporarily recruited.

Before the meal started, Tailan reported some situations alone.

"There are 2,000 infantrymen, 800 archers, 26 knights, and some kerosene and other supplies for defending the city in Black Harbor."

"There are at least 10,000 Dornish disaster victims outside the city. Several narrow paths have become the targets of the mercenaries, but they were all destroyed by His Majesty riding on Wormithor."

Rhaegar listened carefully and analyzed the gap between the enemy and us.

First of all, there is no reinforcement in Black Harbor.

In addition to supporting the Three Women's Kingdom, the Stormland army is clearing out the remnants of Dorne.

It will take at least a month to completely restore order and send troops to help.

But it doesn't matter.

Black Harbor is in a dangerous terrain, and the main bone road is tightly blocked. An army of 3,000 people is enough to stop an army of 100,000.

With his father and Wormithor in charge, it is really unbreakable.

Rhaegar's thoughts turned and he found that the most needed reinforcement was the Prince's Pass.

Prince's Pass does not have the natural barrier of the Bone Road, and Nightsong City does not have an old guy like Earl Simon in charge.

Don't underestimate Simon Dondarrion.

Although this old guy is shameless, he once participated in Rhaenyra's blind date tour.

When he was young, he was also a fanatic who often fought against the Dornish.

His military exploits far exceeded those of Royce Caron and the fallen Lord Swan.

The servants served the meal and everyone started eating.

Viserys took a sip of wine and suddenly said seriously: "The sea snake has lost his son and has mobilized the navy of the Stepstones to head towards Plank Town."