Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 243: Dragonless Underground Fortress Battle
What is Igor's goal? It doesn't matter now.

What’s important is the disputed land in the distant East Continent.

The battle around the underground fortress of Myr Lake had been going on for a long time. If it weren't for Viserys' timely supply and support, and Joffrey, Dan and Jacaerys had been patrolling near Myr Lake to defend against possible enemies.

I'm afraid the soldiers besieging these underground fortresses would have collapsed long ago.

"Mortarion is a genius!" Lord Domeric Bolton strode to the commander's table in the highlands, put his dented pointed helmet on the table, and looked at Dreamfyre lying beside him and King Daeron with a frown on his face. "Your Majesty, the water attack has failed."

King Daeron's brows were still furrowed. He didn't seem surprised by the result. "How did they solve the problem of flooding?"

Count Domeric shook his head helplessly and sighed, "I don't know. I suspect they built waterproof equipment in the underground fortress. Count Reyes, does your Castamere have it?"

"Casterme does not need to worry about siege." Earl Harold Reyes knocked on the steel breastplate confidently: "Earl Bolton, there is no such abundant water around Castterme. Without water, why do we need waterproofing?"

Earl Domeric Bolton looked coldly at Earl Harold with his amber eyes, but finally turned his head back. The wars he had experienced with Duke Creggan were several times more than the young man in front of him.

After all, they are children who grew up in the summer and have not experienced the cruelty of winter.

"All right, everyone." King Daeron finished his thoughts. "If the water attack doesn't work, and our plan to lure the enemy out to fight has failed, we can only attack by force."

"Your Majesty, the cost of a strong attack is too high." Count Benjiko shook his head. He knew very well how much it would cost to attack such a fortress. If there was no way to win a quick victory, the final result might be the annihilation of the entire army.

"I will go down myself."

"No." Almost all the noble generals and Kingsguards gathered around the long table objected in unison.

"Your Majesty, I will go." Prince Aemon stood up and said, "Your Majesty is the commander, and a commander cannot put himself in danger."

"Aemon is right, your majesty." Jacaerys came up from below with Dan, followed by Lord Joffrey. The three dragon riders had just finished their patrol for the day when they heard Daeron's decision.

"Your Majesty is the commander of the expedition." Jacaerys said, "If it weren't for the strategic importance of the Mir Lake Basin and the fact that it is also the most fertile land in the disputed land, I would suggest you abandon this place and continue to attack to the east."

Darren is well aware of this.

This is also the reason why he is determined to fight in the Mill Lake Basin.

The expeditionary force cannot rely solely on supplies from the rear. If his expedition is delayed any further, as long as it takes more than a year, the original advantage will disappear and the supplement to the kingdom will turn into a liability.

He must achieve self-sufficiency in the East Continent as soon as possible.

But it's a pity.

He can't.

The problem in Westeros is that there are too many nobles, but not enough commoners. There is enough land to use, and the farmers do not have a strong demand for overseas reclamation. Even the North and Dorne are still recovering to this day.

King Daeron could only recruit farmers nearby to cultivate the land and continue growing crops.

The disputed lands are indeed disputed lands. The fighting among the warlords has resulted in only villages and intact fields in their respective core areas. If the land in the disputed lands is not fertile, it is hard to imagine how they can support so many people.

But the number of farmers recruited was not enough.

In the occupied lands, the expelled warlords ruthlessly slaughtered their own villagers before fleeing, leaving only ruins and scorched earth for King Daeron.

They must occupy the Myr Lake Basin as soon as possible. With the help of the dragon, they have blocked Horus in this land, and the so-called "Anti-Iron Throne Alliance".
Following the advice of the nobles, King Daeron finally met with Fulgrim, the envoy of Sharish, and reached a secret agreement with Sharish.

This gave Daeron more energy to stop Horus. It also left Horus no time to use scorched earth tactics. As long as they destroyed Horus' underground fortress group, they would gain a large area of ​​cultivated land and hundreds of thousands of people living there.

"Well, Aemon, you will command the troops deep underground."

Aemon nodded, turned around and was about to lead people away.

"and many more."

Aemon stopped immediately, turned around and looked at Daeron respectfully.

Daeron turned and pulled a longsword from Dreamfyre's saddle belt.

"Aemon, this is the family sword 'Dark Sister'. Today I officially entrust it to you." Daeron said softly: "Cousin, please bring back the news of victory."

Aemon nodded gravely, taking the gleaming Valyrian steel sword.

"Everyone, follow me."

"Your Majesty, we must also ride our dragons into the sky and suppress other fortresses." Jacaerys said in a deep voice when he saw that Aemon was ready to lead his army into battle.

Lord Joffrey Velaryon also nodded and said, "Your Majesty, although we can't do anything about the main castle and the large bunkers, those small bunkers can't withstand the fire of multiple dragons breathing at the same time."

"Well, let's go too."

Today's sky over Mill Lake.

Six giant dragons gathered together, and the blazing flames almost made the rivers in the entire Mill Lake basin evaporate.

A bunker built along the river was bathed in colorful dragon flames and soon collapsed. Ragged soldiers rushed out of the collapsed bunker screaming, but eventually turned into ashes in the dragon flames.

"Great lord, the barbarians of Westeros are probably about to launch a general attack." Mortarion said with some worry. He was a fat man with a waist circumference almost as big as his height. His face, arms and chest were covered with tattoos of various buildings. He had no beard, and his slightly sharp voice also revealed his identity.

He was a eunuch in Slaver's Bay.

Horus is a tired middle-aged man. You can see how high-spirited he was in the past, but now, even the armor inlaid with gold can't lift his spirit.

Silently he led Mortarion back to safety.

"Mortarion, how long can we hold on?" Horus' voice was full of fatigue, as well as a hint of fear and confusion.

The fat eunuch also shook his head dejectedly: "Great Lord, we only have these few large bunkers to resist the dragon flame. If the barbarians use infantry to launch a general attack, we will be in danger."

Horus let out a sigh.

"Hold on, just hold on."

The tired middle-aged man's eyes suddenly turned fierce.

"As long as we hold on, we still have a chance."

"Great Lord! The Westeros barbarians are invading!"

(End of this chapter)