MTL - Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day

Chapter 362 Valyrian Steel Sword—Changxia

 Seven days later.

 Dragonstone Island, Picture Table Hall.

“Everyone, now that we are all here, it’s time to formulate a strategic approach.”

 In front of the black stone table, Rhaegar looked solemnly and looked around at the people present.

 All members of House Targaryen and Velaryon, Lord Chancellor of the Kings Council, Bartimus Celtigar of Crab Island, Royce Cullen representing Storm’s End…

 Collis contributed a map of the Narrow Sea that was two meters wide and five meters long, pointed to the location of the Stone Step Islands, and said in a deep voice:

“The Iron Throne has officially declared war on the Three Women’s Kingdom. The Three Women’s Kingdom has been secretly preparing for a long time and will definitely be the first to capture this place and occupy the waterways and trade in the Narrow Sea.”

 At any time, the disputed area is always a battleground for control of the Narrow Sea.

Daemon's eyes flickered, pointing to Reese on the sea map, and said seriously: "Reese captured Mogul. At the same time, it is the most powerful city-state in the Three Women's Kingdom and the closest city to the Stepped Stone Islands."

“We can dispatch dragons to burn them collectively, cooperate with the sea fleet to seize the route, and attack the port in one go.”

 The two of them were the most experienced people on the battlefield and started planning early in the morning.

 “A good suggestion.”

Rhaegar nodded, his eyes stayed on the sea map, and he considered: "But there is a problem. The number of dragons we put on the frontal battlefield is not as many as we imagined."

 Look around the place.

Rhaenyra sat in front of him, stroking her growing belly with her hands.

 Celine supported Lanner, surrounded by a pair of twins.

 Helena, Aemond, and Daeron are too young and do not have the ability to go to the battlefield.

There is also the father sitting across from the stone table. He is not in good health and no one dares to ask the king to ride the dragon into battle.

At this time, Bartimus from Crab Island poked his head forward, his eyes flashing shrewdly, and said: "Prince, there are not as few dragons on the battlefield as you can imagine."

 He is a person who believes in dragons. Dragons on the frontal battlefield have almost no natural enemies.

Damon took over the conversation and talked about all the dragons: "The dragons we can go to the battlefield currently include Glutton, Corakxiu, Melias, Sea Smoke, and Sunfire."

“Five dragons are enough to destroy any free trade city.”

If he is allowed to command the battlefield, he is sure to capture Lys within half a month.

Viserys glanced at him and said gloomily: "Our enemy is more than one Free Trade City."

 He originally believed that negotiation could resolve the war.

Unexpectedly, the result was that several children bled the three female country representatives one by one at the negotiation table.

Leonor nodded in agreement and said solemnly: "The fleet of the Three Women's Kingdom is strong, and they borrowed the money from the Iron Bank to recruit a large number of mercenaries."

“In addition, once we go to war with the Three Women’s Kingdom, Braavos and Dorne will definitely interfere with the rear.”

It is not difficult to defeat the three-woman country alone, but the difficult thing is how to deal with the interfering people who interfere with it.

“The flames of war have already started, and we have no extra time to look forward and backward.”

Daemon said with a stinky face: "Assemble the sea fleets of Velaryon, Celtigar, Seagull Town, and Storm's End, and cooperate with the five dragons to attack Lys without sparing any effort. We are sure to win."

Otto frowned deeply and said worriedly: "Prince, you know how many troops the Three Women Kingdom has gathered. If you have a head-on confrontation, the kingdom's army will suffer heavy losses."

 At this time, a problem was highlighted.

 Battlefield command authority!

 The fleet from Oldtown is still on its way, so it is not included in the calculation.

But the fleet will arrive soon. If Daemon, who has a cold nature, directs the strategy, the soldiers of the Hightower family will never hope to return alive.

Damon's face grew colder and he stared at Otto carefully.

 The two of them are old enemies and they always dislike each other.

　　咚咚…

As the two of them were confronting each other, Rhaegar knocked on the table and brought the conversation back to the right track: "A frontal attack would cause too many casualties, which is not in line with the kingdom's expectations. What's more, let's not forget that Reese still has an uncertain weapon in his hand. "

 Speaking, he gave Tormund a look on the side of the stone table.

Tormund understood instantly, took out a letter, and said seriously: "The wild dragon Mogul is in the hands of the Lysians. The Three Women Kingdom summoned all Valyrian people in Essos to participate in training the dragon. This matter is called "Sowing seeds for blood".

Nearly half a month later, dozens or hundreds of people have signed up to train their dragons every day.

 Without exception, all of them were buried in the dragon's flames or filled into the dragon's belly.

As soon as these words came out, the hall fell into silence, and you could hear a pin drop.

Viserys's face was ashen, and he gritted his teeth and said: "A group of despicable thieves are trying to steal the dragons of the Targaryen family!"

It is said in this way, but everyone understands it.

 Once someone tames the wild dragon Mogul, it will not be a small change in the situation of the battle except for one dragon. The event itself has an unprecedented impact on Targaryen.

 Once the first opening is opened, countless people will peek at the "dragon".

If the wild dragon Mogul lays eggs...

Perhaps someone secretly bribed the Dragon Guard to steal a dragon egg, secretly landed on Dragonstone Island and tamed an ownerless dragon...

Even if the probability is slim, it is not completely impossible.

That would be a disaster for the Targaryens.

Damon's face darkened, he banged the table hard, and said coldly: "Because of this, we must start the war faster, break through Lys, and recapture the wild dragon."

Rhaegar nodded in agreement and added: "The sooner the war is won, the better, but uncle, your strategy consumes a lot of national power."

He looked at his father across from him and said frankly: "I propose that I recommend myself as the battlefield commander, Lord Corliss as the sea commander, and Damon as the vanguard officer."

Damon immediately countered: "As far as I know, you have almost never commanded a large army in combat. You were still a teenager a few years ago."

Not to be outdone, Rhaegar retorted: "A few years ago, I was the one who commanded the Second Stepped Islands War on the battlefield, and I burned down the Three Women's Kingdom and won a complete victory."

There is still a sentence left unsaid.

 A few years ago, Daemon was still sleeping in the dungeon of the Red Keep.

The uncle and nephew stared at each other, neither letting the other go.

Viserys had a severe headache at the sight. He glanced at the calm Corliss and made a decision: "I agree with Rhaegar's proposal. It is reasonable for the crown prince to serve as the commander-in-chief."

 Daemon colluded with the Sea Serpent, and he did not dare to hand over the general power to the two.

Rhaegar smiled calmly: "Then I will make a brief plan, and you will make up for the shortcomings."

 “No problem, Prince.”

 There was no objection from the imperial ministers.

Rhaenyra pursed her lips and smiled softly. She looked back at Rhaegar and leaned her head against him.

Rhaegar put his hands on the back of the chair and gave her a smile.

 The siblings have a transcendent status. In the table hall of Noda, there were two people sitting, Viserys and Rhaegar.

Rhaegar gave the chair to the pregnant Rhaenyra.

 The older Lanner, who was only 3 months old, didn’t have a chair to sit on and needed Celine’s support.

After a pause, Rhaegar said seriously: "The Three Women's Kingdom is coveting the Stone Step Islands. If the war breaks out, they will definitely lead the main battlefield here to prevent our troops from going out."

Rhaegar ignored it directly and changed the subject: "Since we want a quick victory, the ownership of the Stepped Stone Islands is not important. The key is to capture the city-states of the Three Women's Kingdom."

“I suggest abandoning the garrison of the Stepstones and sending Daemon to lead the Stormlands fleet to attack a city-state.”

“Lord Corlys led the maritime fleets of Velaryon, Celtigar, and Seagull Town to divide their forces, and cooperated with the remaining dragons to capture another city-state.”

 Scatter and attack to minimize casualties.

Rhaegar thought for a moment and assigned them one by one: "There will be trouble in Braavos and Dorne. Sunfire will guard Seagull Town, Dreamfire will guard Crab Island, and the two dragons will cooperate with the defense force to intercept the middle of the Narrow Sea."

As he spoke, he looked at Aemond, who was listening tirelessly, and said: "The Sheepstealer is stationed at Storm's End, keeping an eye on the movements of Cape Wrath and the Bone Road. You are allowed to take temporary measures, but you are not allowed to face the enemy head-on!"

Viserys was stunned when he heard this and asked hesitantly: "Helena and Aemond still want to send out missions?"

Rhaegar looked at the Helena siblings and nodded: "This negotiation allowed me to see their growth. Besides, they control two excellent mature dragons, so protecting themselves will not be a problem."

 Except for the ownerless Silver Wing, Dreamfire and Sheepstealer are second only to the real adult dragon in size, and are fully capable of overturning the situation in a side battle.

 “Father, leave the stormy land to me!”

Eamond spoke quickly, his eyes flashing with the desire to be recognized.

 Helena nodded repeatedly: "Dreamfire and I can guard Crab Island and stop the harassment of Braavos."

Bartimus was the first to agree and said with a smile: "The defense force in the middle of the Narrow Sea is weak, and two dragons can solve a lot of trouble."

 Viserys had a headache. He glanced at his youngest son Daeron, who was eager to try, and slapped his forehead.

 Aegon was relatively relieved. After all, the child was old and had been on the battlefield.

 Helena and Aemond really lack some weight in his heart.

But Helena is okay, Crab Island is close to Dragonstone Island and Tidehead Island, and the outpost is blocked by Seagull Town guarded by Aegon, so there will be no danger.

Aemond is likely to face the pirates of the Three Maidens or the invasion of Dorne on the Stepstone Islands, which really makes him uneasy.

Finally, Rhaegar gave some advice: "Father, when they grow up, they can share a large part of the pressure for me and us on the side battlefield."

 …

 Near Longshan.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　…

Yangyan raised his head and screamed, his golden scales sparkling, his broad wings supporting the ground, and his pale pink wing membranes showing brilliantly.

 More than ten meters away.

Menghuo is crawling on the ground, its light blue scales are like the blue sky, and its silver back scales are like dotted white clouds.

 Under the dragon's neck, Helena stroked the scales and peeked behind her slightly.

Rhaegar was smiling and holding a one-handed sword with a dark green scabbard in his hand.

The hilt is silver-white, with a budding stamen carved on the end, and a delicate spiral-shaped quill.

 The task has been assigned.

Aemond has already rushed to Storm's End on the Sheep Thief impatiently.

 He came to practice it for Aegon and Helena.

Reaching out his hand and rubbing Helena's head, Rhaegar asked with a smile: "Where is your sword?"

 Helena’s big eyes were bright, staring at the one-handed sword with dazzling eyes, and said honestly: “It’s stuck in that Lysian’s head.”

"Well…"

Rhaegar's eyelids twitched slightly, and he was speechless by the contrasting style of the little girl.

He handed over the one-handed sword in his hand and said seriously: "Do you remember? You are successful in practicing swordsmanship. This is my gift to you."

 “Thank you, brother.”

Helena was very happy, stretched out her chubby hand to grab the one-handed sword, and unsheathed the sword without any hesitation.

　　唰—

 A flash of cold light flashed, and a silver sword body **** wide was revealed.

 There are some floating petals carved under the sword, which look like fine dragon scales at first glance.

The sword body is straight and slender, with rippling water ripples.

 There is no doubt that this is a Valyrian steel sword.

Rhaegar smiled and said: "This sword comes out of the furnace with true fire and the light of the kingdom. You come up with a name you like."

These three swords can be said to be his hard work, and they have exhausted the steel of light and truth.

Helena liked it even more when she heard this. She rolled her big round eyes and said carefully: "This sword is called Changxia."

Rhaegar was known as the Prince of Midsummer and had been knighted.

 Her sword is called Changxia, which is just right for her brother's title.

Rhaegar frowned slightly, then relaxed and said, "The anointed land of ancient Valyria is called Changxia. It's a good name."

 Helena played with Chang Xia like a treasure, swung it a few times in a measured manner, sheathed the sword and tied it to her waist.

She is 13 years old and nearly 160 centimeters tall, more than enough to carry a one-handed sword.

 “Brother, I’m leaving.”

 Helena reluctantly hugged Rhaegar and stepped on the ladder while holding Dreamfire's scales.

 “Be careful in everything, let Aegon take care of anything.”

Rhaegar tightened his green cloak around her and watched her climb onto the dragon's back.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　…

Dreamfire and Sunfire screamed at each other, carrying the driver and flying out of Dragonstone Island.

Rhaegar put his hands behind his back and watched the two dragons leave.

 “Prince, I’ve been brought here.”

Tormund, wearing a black and white robe, walked quietly, followed by a dozen young men and women with silver hair and purple eyes.

Chapter 11 o'clock

 (End of this chapter)