Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 370 The Prince Was Assassinated

"Seven levels of hell, what the hell are you doing? Is this a place where people can stay?" Austin looked at the passage that Sir Stokeworth pointed out to them in shock, not knowing what to say.

In front of them was a loft-style passage that could only accommodate one person. If the person who wanted to enter was fat, he couldn't even get in. If he hadn't brought some strong men with him, he probably wouldn't be able to stay in this damn place.

"Sir Mullendor, please calm down." Sir Stokeworth seemed to know what was going to happen. He picked his ears helplessly. "The dragon cave is like this. The dragons live underground. The ground is divided into two floors. The first floor is the main hall for the dragons to enter and exit. It is also the place where the old silver dragon organizes banquets. At this time, the dragon guards will close the entrance and exit gates of the dragons and the entrance of the cave on the first floor for people to use. The second floor is the dragon guards' rooms and the storage room for dragon eggs. Don't look at it. There are no dragon eggs on the second floor. They were all sent back to Dragonstone Island to be hatched by the volcano. We are in the decorative attic between the first and second floors. Normally, there is no one there, but it is also hidden."

"How do you know all this?" Austin stroked the wooden pillars of the attic. They were very fragile and obviously used for decoration. Under normal circumstances, they did not accommodate people. Only when some ceremonies were held would some musicians or dwarf artists be arranged in the attic to provide sound for the ceremony.

Several crossbowmen swiftly put on the musicians' gorgeous costumes, as if it was not the first time they had done this. The armored soldiers also took a few steps back and returned to the passage that had been prepared for the craftsmen when they had excavated the dragon's lair.

"Hide your men, Austin." Sir Stokeworth warned sternly, "We are going to create chaos down there, you'd better cooperate with us."

"The same goes for you," said Mad-Eye, with a grin. Ser Stokeworth shuddered and said nothing.

The dragon cave was particularly quiet today. When the upper layer of the dragon cave was closed, the dragons would usually sleep soundly deep underground. As nobles of the royal territory, several earls and the heirs of other families were busy preparing to welcome the prime minister.

Ringol's team had already walked through more than half of the streets in King's Landing and was about to head towards the Rhaenys Hill. Tall buildings stood on both sides - these were buildings renovated during the reign of Aegon II, which alleviated the housing problems of civilians near the Rhaenys Hill. At the same time, they also provided a mark for the trained dragons, prohibiting hunting and fire-breathing around such buildings.

boom!
Dust was raised, and a loud bang disrupted the formation of the Prime Minister's team along with the dust.

"There's an assassin!" the civilians watching shouted in horror.

"Protect His Royal Highness!" Regen Kaon held a shield in one hand and drew out a long sword in the other, standing in front of his lord. The Silver-Blood Army soldiers who were carrying the sedan chair immediately put down the sedan chair and raised the large shields on their backs to block Ringol. The Silver-Blood Army infantry reacted the fastest and their huge shields were almost immediately erected.

Some brave civilians consciously stopped others who tried to move forward, not knowing whether it was to avoid being trampled or to prevent someone from taking advantage of the chaos to sneak in. Some people had already started looking for the assassin's location.

Clang, clang, clang.

The crossbow arrows pierced the shields and heavy armor of the Silver Blood Army and were unable to harm the soldiers protected by the heavy armor and huge shields.

"Sir, this, this, this." The golden-robed officer in charge of protecting Ringol crawled to Ringol in a somewhat embarrassed manner, and looked up at the expressionless Ringol cautiously.

It seemed that he had long been accustomed to this assassination tactic. The prince's eyes were filled with speechlessness and regret, as if he didn't know what to say.

"We checked it in advance," the golden-robed officer said tremblingly.

But his voice was drowned out by the sound of arrows leaving the bowstring. This was a privilege given to Brynden by King Daeron, allowing him to form his own private guard and even giving him the title of "Court Earl". After obtaining the king's permission, Brynden borrowed some mountain hunters from the Red Mountains and Horn Hill from Igor, and asked the Blackwood family to send a group of good archers, and finally the orphans he promoted from Flea Bottom. This group of elite soldiers named "Raven's Teeth Guard" wore black chain mail and used fish beam wood longbows to bring deadly rain of arrows to the enemy.

"The assassin is upstairs!" a woman shouted from the third floor of her street-facing home.

Brynden waved immediately.

This time he brought 20 Raven Teeth Guards with him, specifically to snipe and kill those guys who were causing trouble in the heights. The Raven Teeth Guards shot a round of heavy arrows at the heights indifferently.

A crossbowman was nailed to the roof by a heavy arrow that fell from the sky. Another assassin who was throwing iron blocks just turned around and felt as if his body was burning.

"Seven Gods, save me!"

The assassin howled and tore his clothes, and the next moment, flames penetrated his chest, and in the blink of an eye, he was devoured into a fire man. Another crossbowman jumped down from the upstairs in despair, and was pierced directly into the body by the king's guards who raised their spears.

"keep going."

Ringol said calmly.

The team was in chaos for only a moment before order was immediately restored. The sedan chair was lifted up again by four tall Silver Blood Army soldiers and began to move towards the dragon's lair again.

at this time.

Red Fort.

Darren was also getting ready to go. He looked at himself in front of a full-length mirror and said, "Xirui, what do you think of this set?"

The black silk cloth was inlaid with tiny amethysts, and the red three-headed dragon on the chest and the half-cape inlaid with amethysts and rubies showed the king's luxury.

And the Valyrian steel sword "Dark Sister".

"It looks good." Xirui smiled and buttoned up her husband's shirt. Beile was sleeping soundly in the cradle beside her.

"Well, I will wear this to attend the royal court."

"Good luck, Your Majesty."

the other side.

Black Palace.

The dragons of the Vareses family were ready, and Orion had even ridden on Hovenders: "My dear, where do you think those fools will launch the assassination?"

Orion said with a smile.

"I hope they assassinate my brother at the banquet." Serena soothed her dragon with a cunning look in her eyes. "If they are really smart enough to assassinate at the banquet, then I am looking forward to the upcoming surprise and shock. Unfortunately, this is not Essos. No one would be so stupid."

Serena said with some ease.

Meanwhile, in the alleys of King's Landing.

Aegon Sunfyre looked at the gray-robed monks in front of him with a smile - they were dressed like ascetics of the Church of the Seven Gods, and no one would look closely at their faces.

"You guys actually came here?"

He sneered, "I thought you were going to give up this adventure, Daemon, Daemon Blackfyre."

(End of this chapter)