Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 36: Vulture King Exits the Cave

"Alright, alright, I'm not really not giving you food." Hearing his father's cries, the young man turned back helplessly. "There's enough bread, pickles and water stored under the compartment for you to eat for three to five months. Don't even think about eating meat. Take this opportunity to lose some weight."

After the young man finished speaking to his father, he walked away leisurely. He would never do such a thing as patricide. After all, wearing the crown safely was his top priority. As long as his cousin did not lie to him, everything would be done within a few months. They didn't even have to do anything. They just had to keep their troops in place, and keeping an eye on the princes of Sidon was most of their work.

After that, the torn apart Dorne will become a stage for several major families to dance, and the Dayne family will regain the crown of the King of the Turbulent River.

The younger generation of the Dayne family was so overwhelmed by the promises made by Obara that they collectively blocked the news of the replacement of the head of the family. The ravens flying out of High Hidden City and Starfall City could only bring news that everything was normal.

Sunspear.

This beautiful city stands proudly like a ship sailing eastwards, where Queen Nymeria landed.

Prince Keoren had just given Earl Ullen Weir a good-natured advice, telling him that he had better apologize to the new Dragon King as soon as possible. The consequences of each time Dorne was ravaged by dragon flames would take years or even decades to smooth out. In the first Dornish War, although Aegon I eventually returned in defeat, the ecstatic Dornish people soon discovered the consequences. It took many years for the lords in the heart of Dorne to barely recover, and many of the burned fields and oases could no longer produce food.

Prince Keoren just hoped that everyone would remain calm, as maintaining the status quo was the most beneficial mode for Dorne. He sat down on his soft chair tiredly, and asked his servant, the heir of the Arion family from the City of Grace, to hand him a glass of cold wine with lemon and chili juice, so that he could relieve his anger.

"Who else did that idiot Ullen look for besides me?"

The attendant thought for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, besides meeting you, Earl Weir also met with the Vulture Gang in Sunspear City. The old vulture promised to gather the young and strong men in the city and town who could not survive and go to the Red Mountains to support the new Vulture King."

Kooren's glass stopped.

"A new Vulture King?" He took a sip of cold wine with some worry. "Who is this guy? Is he the son of the Blemon family, or a new gangster?"

"The maester and other lords believe that he may be a bastard or biological child of the Blemont family." The attendant calmly answered the prince's question. "The new Vulture King has wealth from nowhere and excellent weapons and armor. They even raise hundreds of sand horses. It is said that in their lair, Eagle Cave Castle, the Vulture King has stockpiled thousands of warriors. However, their military rations are not abundant. It is suspected that they have been supplied by the lords."

"Ullen is a fool." Prince Dorne slammed the cup hard. "He wants to drag the whole of Dorne into the war. Go, have the maester send out ravens to tell all the nobles in the territory that the Vulture King is also our enemy. Don't destroy the rare peace."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Above the clouds of the Crimson Mountains, Womisol was flying with the help of the clouds. There was a hint of blood in Longzel's deep purple eyes. He wanted to see what the so-called Vulture King was.

Suddenly, Womisoer growled softly, and Longzel realized that his companion had found his target. Longzel focused his blood into his eyes.

Penetrating the clouds, Longzel could clearly see the castle. Hundreds of Dornishmen in fine armor were drinking and having fun. Above the castle, a vulture with a crown was flying.

Womisol circled in the air, and Longzel's eyes lit up. He found the passage leading to the south from Eagle Cave Castle.

A narrow mountain road, hidden enough, if Longzel was not riding a dragon, it would be difficult for anyone to find this passage.

"There are armor and war horses." Longzel patted Wormisol, indicating that he could go back. "It seems that the harvest this time may be unimaginable." He already knew how to arrange for the Vulture King to fight as soon as possible.

It would take several months before the towers in Dragon's Nest could be occupied. For now, they were still living in Black Harbor, waiting for the arrival of the two princes, who were already on their way, along with their dragons. The dragon climbed up again until it completely disappeared into the sky.

The Dornishmen below saw nothing; they were still drinking and having fun.

Only the Vulture King himself in the castle watched this farce expressionlessly. His bachelor was an assistant bachelor brought up from the family. He was not as versatile as a formal bachelor, but was more than capable of delivering messages and treating injuries.

"Your Majesty." The scholar handed the letter he had just received to the Vulture King and read the contents of the letter to him: "Earl Ullen will send 1500 soldiers to join your team. They will bring 600 sand horses and thousands of pure gold coins to join you. There will also be 15 knights in the team."

"They are all hired knights," the Vulture King said coldly.

"I'm not sure, but the Weir family just lost more than a thousand people and dozens of knights under the Black Harbor City. It may be difficult to gather enough soldiers."

"Thank Lord Weir for me. I will unleash the flames of war on the cowards of the Borderlands as promised."

"In addition, Earl Ullen also promised that he has contacted the leaders of the vagrant gangs near Sunspear City. They will gather no less than 4000 young men, girls and old men to go north to fight, but they have no equipment."

"It doesn't matter. What about the other noble lords?"

"Prince Ke'olun has severed ties with you, Your Majesty. He has called on all lords in the territory to cut off your supplies."

"Tsk!" The Vulture King spat in disdain. "He doesn't have the courage of His Majesty Marion at all. The Dornish people were really blind to choose him as the prince. They might as well choose a woman."

"Among the nobles contacted by Earl Ullen, Earl Tolan of Soul Hill agreed to send troops to protect the city of Weir, but they only sent 800 spearmen. The other families refused. Earl Yronwood even sent 600 infantrymen to garrison at the borders of the two territories."

The Vulture King was thinking, when suddenly the ground beneath his feet shook. He was so frightened that he jumped up and tried to hide under the table.

"Your Majesty, it doesn't seem to be an earthquake." The scholar hurriedly grabbed the "king" who had lost his composure.

The Vulture King then came out and quickly walked to the window in the direction where the shaking came from.

"Seven levels of hell."

The Vulture King muttered.

He saw the mountains in the south were covered with dust and smoke, and he guessed what was happening immediately.

His food supply channel was gone.

I am really sorry, it has turned into an abscess today, and I have entered the most difficult days before recovery. It hurts when I move, and I pray that it will burst on its own as soon as possible. Today I will only update once, and after recovery I will update for three days, three chapters a day. Thank you for your understanding.

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