Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 41 The Death of the Viper
Earl Ullen slowly sipped the Dornish red wine in his hand. He was thinking about how to solve this matter without losing face. At first, Earl Ullen just wanted to go to Black Harbor to make a fortune as usual, but he didn't expect to provoke the Dragon King. In the end, he didn't make any money, but got himself into trouble. The Weir family tried their best to recruit only about 3000 soldiers. More than 1000 of them were lost in a battle. They were all veterans who had been to the battlefield, especially those who had fought in the border areas. Most of them were killed by the dragon flame, and the rest could not come back. The military strength of Weir City was cut in half at once, and the Weir family had not done anything for many years.

In the end, you have to take it yourself.

Count Ullen became more and more angry, but he had no place to vent his anger, so he could only drink the red wine in the glass one gulp at a time. "Where's the wine? More wine!"

He called out to the retainer knight in front of him, but for some reason, the servant who had been serving him had disappeared. His son, who served as his wine waiter, had also disappeared. There were only himself and the retainer knight left in the castle hall. Even the servant who was responsible for cleaning the castle was nowhere to be seen.

Ullen was instantly alert. "Where are all the people?"

"Mr. Earl, you just issued an order for everyone to evacuate the people and be ready to evacuate at any time. Have you forgotten?"

"When will I...you."

Count Ullen suddenly felt as if something was struggling in his throat, and in a breath it filled his throat. The Count grabbed his throat painfully, as if this would allow him to breathe fresh air.

Unfortunately, everything was in vain. Earl Ullen scratched his neck, leaving scarlet blood marks, but his increasingly purple neck once again showed the earl's powerlessness. His eyeballs bulged slowly, the blood marks on his neck gradually oozed blood, and the veins on his arms bulged.

he died.

The Earl's body rolled off the chair weakly, his bulging eyes fixed on the retainer knight who handed him the wine, but he could no longer utter a word.

The knight slowly walked up to the Count and placed his hands on his face.

"All men are mortal, my lord."

The corpse on the ground slowly melted, and the knight who stood up turned his head and saw the face of Count Ullen. Count Ullen picked up the clothes on the ground and shouted: "Someone, someone!"

It was only at this time that the valet who had heard the noise came running up from the bottom of the tower. He lowered his head and took the dusty clothes from Count Ullen. The Count waved his hand. "Tell the lower levels to evacuate the castle with the civilians."

The servant fell to the ground in fear. There was a special tunnel in the castle that led to the outside of the city, but there were only a few deep holes outside the castle to avoid the dragon flames. The tunnel that originally led to the port also collapsed in the previous revenge action of the Varese fleet that burned the port, and it was almost unusable.

And as a servant of Well City, he knew very well what kind of person his master was.

"Get out of here now." The Earl pulled the servant up and whispered in his ear. "The Dragon King promised not to kill civilians." He pushed the servant to the ground and said, "Get out of here now!"

The servant then realized what had happened. He looked at Count Ullen with some gratitude and hurried back to the room at the bottom of the tower.

He saw that all the servants on the lower floor were packing up their things and preparing to escape. A kitchen girl who was familiar with him ran into him with a pig's leg in her hand.

"Why are you so careless?" The kitchen girl complained as she pulled up the male servant who was almost hit.

"Why are you all running away?" the servant said in a horrified tone. "Aren't you afraid?"

"You just stayed up there too long." The kitchen girl spat at him in dissatisfaction. "Everyone down there knows that those masters are the culprits of all this. The northerners in the town said that neither the Dragon King nor the masters of Yronwood in the south would mess with us civilians. Let's run away quickly. The town is safer than the castle, and the village is safer than the town. Anyway, I'm going back to my hometown."

"You wait for me."

Count Ullen sat alone in the chair. After a long time, the castle gate was opened by a group of dusty family members.

"Father?" Ullen's son, Allan Weir, looked at his father in disbelief. "Why are you still in the castle? Aren't you ready to evacuate?"

"Bah, when did I say I was going to evacuate?" Ullen spat in dissatisfaction. "Arlan, you are questioning the courage of a Dornish warrior."

"Haha, father, I dare not." Alan laughed. "Is this why you called everyone together?"

Ullen patted his armor, a simple but very sturdy Dornish scale armor. "I am ready to fight the little dragon king's army. The Vulture King will teach the little guys a lesson."

"dragon!"

"dragon!"

"Where's the scorpion crossbow? Go and operate it!"

"Run, run."

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah."

There was a sudden commotion outside the castle, and Alan rushed out hurriedly with his brothers, uncles, and the girls in the family who could fight.

Ullen hurriedly pulled his wife who had just come down from the main tower with her children, and told her to take the children to hide in the hall, which was protected by walls and many towers. It was enough to resist most of the damage from the sky, even dragon fire. The conqueror's queen once rode Vhagar to burn the city of Weir, and the entire castle was reduced to ruins, with only the hall intact.

Pushing open the side door, Ullen looked expressionlessly at Wormithor and Silverwing, who were spewing flames in the air. The two dragons tacitly did not burn the fields and villages outside the castle, but continued to spew flames that could melt rocks, burning the entire castle. "They really didn't attack us?" In a village near the castle, an olive-skinned Dorne man stood outside the cave, watching the city of Weir being engulfed in flames.

"When did the Valyrians ever keep their promises?" a wrinkled old woman yelled from the cave. "They only enslave us!"

"What you said, old lady." An equally elderly Dornishman looked at the burning castle thoughtfully. "This time it was those guys from the borderlands who reminded us. Maybe they really just want to take revenge on the lord?"

"Have you forgotten the atrocities of Aegon the Tyrant?"

"But we still remember Jaehaerys's rule," the Dornishman in the cave said with some nostalgia. "At least, except for the lords above us, everyone has lived well these years. The northerners can bring us food, and we have a place to sell our fruits."

"That's enough." The old lady slammed her fist on the ground. "What do you little brats know? The Valyrians are bad at heart. Just because they don't release dragons to burn us now doesn't mean they won't release dragons to burn us in the future."

"Old woman, please stop talking." Another old woman who was traveling with us had just finished praying. "If the old masters hadn't insisted on rebelling and the new masters were so disgusting, the adults in the family wouldn't have rebelled everywhere, and we wouldn't have lost so many people." She looked at the castle that was gradually melting in the flames. "Don't forget, the food we can eat now depends on the food secretly transported from the north."

The old lady finally had nothing to say.

The civilians in the cave watched nervously as the two dragons set the entire castle on fire. After the bronze dragon collapsed the main tower, it flew over and stomped on it a few times, completely collapsing the entire castle. It then spread its wings and flew away with the silver dragon.

The collapsed castle. Allan, who had been burned to charcoal, could never have imagined that when they just rushed out to fight the dragon, it was his most beloved father who closed the door for them to retreat, and all the men and women of the Weir family who could hold a sword were exposed to the dragon's flames.

The bronze beast used only a few puffs of dragon fire to allow them to see the Seven Gods. The women and children hiding in the castle.
The silver dragon and laurel leaves of the Vareses family, the walking hunter of the Tully family, the purple lightning of the Dondarrion family, and the three sheaves of wheat of the Selmy family. At this time, many banners also stepped out of the mountains and entered the territory of the Weir family, with spears standing in a forest and heads hanging on them.

The leader, Hoffa Lawbreaker, held a Valyrian steel spear upright in his hand, with a half-broken head pierced on the tip of the spear.

That is the head of the dead Vulture King.

The residents near the city of Well watched with some surprise as this army of thousands of people passed through their territory without taking anything. Their merchants even sold food and seasonings to civilians.

The Dornishmen of Weir City said that this was very strange and we should take a closer look.

The troops then passed through the territory of the city of Weir unimpeded.

Although the city of Weir is now a smoking ruin.

Sunspear.

Prince Ke'olun sighed. "Master, how much bad news do you have? Tell us all at once."

"Prince Longzel's troops have occupied all of the Weir family's territories. According to our intelligence, the city of Weir was completely burned down by dragon flames. If the gods do not have mercy on them, most of the Weir family, from Earl Ullen down, will most likely have no survivors."

"What about the people under the rule of Weir City? What about the knights?"

"The Earl's wealthy knights have probably died in the previous battle. Prince Longzel has ordered the army to stop harassing civilians, and provided them with food and meat at half the original price. He has also exempted the Weir family from taxes. Now, no civilians under the rule of Weir City are willing to avenge their lord."

"Seven levels of hell."

"Soul Hill was also burned. Prince Longzel and Prince Valar burned all the spearmen sent by the Tolan family on the way, and then burned Soul Hill City to the ground. If Earl Tolan had not run fast, more than just his wife and children would have been burned to death."

"That's great. Those two dragons are just about to burn down Yangji City. Then what?" Prince Keolun commented sarcastically.

"Earl Tolan has gathered 3000 men. He opened the treasury and borrowed a lot of ships from the Three Cities Alliance. He is heading north to Weir City. There is also Earl Uller, who has led 4000 men north and has already reached the south of Yronwood City."

"That's great. My kingdom is in chaos now, right? No one takes me seriously anymore."

"I'm afraid so, Your Majesty."

Rolling his eyes at the scholar, Prince Koolen lay down somewhat tiredly.

"How much more bad news there is."

"A lot, Your Majesty. Lord Jordayne of Tor accepted the gold from Lord Tolan and sent his brother north with 1500 spearmen. But he also sent the same army to Lord Yronwood. Lord Yronwood withdrew his soldiers from the border and gathered troops to fight Skyreach. Lord Fowler of Skyreach also gathered troops eastward to fight with Lord Yronwood. The Dayne family has not made any move yet."

"Write a letter in my name, asking these bastards if they still remember the oath I made to me when I took the throne." Prince Keolun angrily slapped the recliner and stood up. "Release the ravens, gather the army, and tell those bastards that if they don't stop, it will be the turn of the two little dragon kings to burn them. I will first let them know that the sun is just as fierce."

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

Sorry everyone, I went for a checkup today, the pus has basically been drained, but there is still some inflammation that needs to be treated. I just got home. I was going to update three in one, but the war scenes later don't fit in, so I'll update it tomorrow. There will be two updates on Sunday, three updates on Monday, three updates on Tuesday, and two updates on Wednesday. The number of words per page will also increase, and there will be several war scenes next, so stay tuned.

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