Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 44 Preface before the War
"Shut up right there." Bomond slammed the handle of the chair, his curly beard trembling like a sieve in anger. "I'm not dead yet, it's not your turn to be so presumptuous, guard! Guard!"

The guards dressed in crowned stag costumes ran in hurriedly. Seeing the father and son who were on the verge of a confrontation in the hall, there was a hint of confusion and worry in their eyes.

"Take him back to his room, and do not let him go out without my permission. No stables are allowed to provide him with a warhorse, and lock up his hammer and armor!"

"Father, you can't do this!" Borros panicked when he was held down by the guards. "Seven Gods, I just want to fight the Dornish."

"Seven levels of hell." Bomond had just regained his gouty legs. It was really painful. "You are my son. I know exactly what you are thinking. It is best to limit this matter to Prince Longzel's forces. All right, get out of here. You guys keep an eye on this brat. If he runs away, I will kick your heads like balls." Bomond endured the pain and waved his hand to let the guards take Boros away.

Before he was dragged away, Borros was still yelling at me to fight the Dornish.

"Maester." Beaumond raised his hand to call the maester who had been standing by his side, took a cup of poppy milk from his hand, and sipped it slowly. This drug is the most commonly used analgesic by maesters, and it is very effective, but it is highly addictive. However, the elderly Lord Beaumond Baratheon can no longer live without it.

"I say, you write." Beaumond asked the bachelor to bring paper and pen. Unlike his son who was completely in the dark, Beaumond could read, but the nobles still couldn't change their habit of relying on the bachelor. The bachelor spread out the paper and pen, nodded to the Duke, "Sir, you can start now."

"To His Majesty, the civil war in Dorne has broken out. Prince Longzel and some of the nobles from the borderlands are also involved. In order to protect the borders of the kingdom, I request that His Majesty allow the nobles from the Stormlands to recruit troops and strengthen border defense."

"Yes, my lord."

After taking the letter written by the bachelor and checking it to make sure there were no problems, Beaumond handed the letter to a servant beside him and asked him to deliver it to the Raven Tower.

"To Earl Royce Cullen, asking him to guard the Prince's Pass and to support Prince Longzel in the name of the border lords if necessary. To Earl Kevin Swan of Stonehelm, asking him to cooperate with Earl Lorent Granderson of Allsight to guard the southern border and be ready to respond to our troops at any time."

The maester quickly finished writing the letter and sent it out after checking it was correct. Bermond was relieved. He did not expect the situation to change so quickly. There was a fight within Dorne, and even the always cautious Prince Cooren could not help but send out troops.

What did Longzel do?
"I just lit a fire." Longzel looked into Lord Donald Tarly's eyes and said with a smile. "The contradictions within Dorne have always existed, but no one has ever ignited them."

"We were too hasty when we attacked Dorne before." Lord Tully naturally noticed this. "It gave the Martell family a chance to integrate their internal forces and face the outside world in unison. Your Highness, what conditions did you promise to Lewyn Yronwood and the Dayne cub? Gold? Troops? Or the crown?"

"Both." Longzel nodded, and Jacaerys came over with a glass jug full of fruit wine and poured fruit wine for Earl Tully and Longzel. Earl Tully naturally raised his glass to greet the prince, but Jacaerys bowed slightly and consciously stepped aside, listening quietly to the conversation between the two.

"Verbal promises cannot impress these Dornish snakes, my lord." Longzel took a sip of fruit wine.

"I admit it." Lord Tully raised his glass. "Let's go on..."

"Our army will be deployed on the plain south of the Liquor Canyon." Longzel stood up and walked to the map hanging in the middle of the tent. "There is a wide view there, and it is the only way to go north. Our enemies are 1500 infantry from the Jordain family, 400 cavalry from the remaining Weir family, 1100 cavalry from the Tolan family, and 4000 troops from the Uller family. I will ride on Wormisol to scout the enemy's deployment."

"Lord Aslan Longdel and Lord Lynn Valtarken have added another 200 cavalry and 800 infantry. We now have 600 cavalry and 2000 infantry from you, 3000 infantry from my family, 600 cavalry, 300 cavalry and 1200 infantry from the marcher nobles, 300 cavalry and 800 infantry from Lord Edric, and 350 armored soldiers from Earl Selmy. We have the advantage in both the number of cavalry and the strength of the troops."

"Lord Tully, I would like you and Aslan to lead the cavalry on the left and right wings during the battle. Is that okay with you?"

"I couldn't ask for more." Lord Tully grinned. "I will definitely bring victory back to you."

"Don't worry, my lord. Valar's dragon and I will lead our army." Longzel looked at Jakaris who was full of envy and said with a smile, "Little Jie, you don't have to worry either. In another year, Volmax will be able to fly high and fight. Then you will have the opportunity to ride a dragon into the sky."

late at night.

The princes' tent.

This nicely decorated tent was prepared by Longzel for Jakaris and Luciris. It was much cleaner than the tents where other nobles lived, and there were Unsullied guards outside. However, the two children refused the special treatment on the grounds that they were Longzel and Valar's servants and needed to serve them all the time. Except for changing clothes and the like, they usually lived next to Longzel and Valar's tent.

The two children were now helping each other put on their armor.

"Xiao Jie, Longzel." Lusiris paused for a moment, and finally compromised when he found that he couldn't find the right words to express his respect. "Did your uncle tell you when the fight will start?"

Jacaerys looked around and covered his brother's mouth. "This is a military secret. Don't talk about it."

"That's what Uncle Valar said." Lusiris immediately realized that he had asked a question he shouldn't have asked, but he still said a little aggrievedly: "It would be great if our dragons could fight. Uncle Longzel would definitely tell us when the fight would start."

"Our dragons can kill even Silverwing in one bite." Jacaerys knew that there was a huge difference between dragons. The scales of their dragons couldn't even stop larger arrows, let alone go to the battlefield. They would have to wait at least a year or two before they could safely burn people. "Following our uncles to fight is the right thing to do. Mom will be proud of us when we return to Dragonstone." He helped his brother fasten the straps of his armor. Lucerys motioned for his brother to turn around, and he also pulled hard to fasten his brother's straps. "I want to see Joffrey's eyes, too." Lucerys said with a smile. "Hehe, his brothers are all on the battlefield, but he's still playing with toys, hehe."

"Your Highness." Hoffa, the Law-Bearer with golden eyes, stood at the door of the tent. He was now Longzel's chief chamberlain, and he and his brother Adams, the Law-Bearer, were responsible for Longzel's personal security. "We should get ready to set off."

"Got it, we'll be out right away." Jacaerys quickly fastened his wrist guard and got out of the tent with his brother. Hoffa held his Valyrian steel spear "Lawkeeper" and looked at the two brothers seriously. "My two princes, His Highness has ordered you to stay with me in the center of the army."

"Didn't we agree to follow the cavalry on the left wing?" Jacaris was a little disappointed.

"Lynn is messing around." Hoffa said angrily. "You are not old enough yet. The cavalry has a heavier task. It would be a taboo on the battlefield if I still have to take care of you. Come on, follow me."

"I see. Thank you."

Hoffa nodded to the two princes, motioning them to follow.

Under the cover of night, the team slowly moved towards the designated battlefield.

at the same time.

The residence of the Yronwood family.

Earl Lewyn Yronwood narrowed his eyes and looked at the silver-haired young man in front of him, Tigaro Dagareon. This young man who was proficient in poisons left a deep impression on him from the beginning. He had never seen anyone who dared to drink wine mixed with scorpion venom and mushroom juice in one gulp, nor had he seen a pharmacist who could immediately identify the composition of the poison and accurately detoxify it.

This temptation also forced him to pay attention to the envoy from the Varese family.

"You mean to say that Martell's main force is staying near the Great Sand Dune?"

"This is the news that Prince Valar brought back on his dragon." Tigaro looked into Earl Lewen's eyes and said with a smile, "This is your chance. Prince Kooren's army has just been formed and will have to pass through the complex terrain of the Great Sand Dunes. If you defeat Jiaoyang at this time, no one will doubt that the Blood Noble can wear the crown of the High King of Dorne again."

"Is Prince Longzel's promise still valid?"

"Of course." Tigarro still smiled at Earl Lewyn. "The golden crown is only the first investment. The prince will defeat the noble coalition of East Dorne with ease. As long as you defeat Prince Martell's army, the Yronwood family can freely expand their territory in Middle Dorne and East Dorne for at least 10 years. Prince Longzel will also establish trade with the High King of Dorne. After all, the prince of Dorne who launched the great invasion before was Martell, not Yronwood."

"What about the Fowler family? What if they interfere with our retreat?"

"You can release as many scouts as you want." Tigaro said with a smile, "There are more than just the Fowler family in Prince's Pass."

"I understand, messenger. Go back and tell your little prince not to trust the Dornish's reputation, but to trust their spears. Yronwood thanks Varese for his support, and will make Martell, who relies on a woman, pay the price. But remember, don't think you can buy the Dornish's spears and loyalty with a little favor. The Dornish's spears and loyalty belong only to us."

"If that day ever comes." Tigaro smiled and opened his arms. "We are always here for you."

The plains were still dry in the early morning, with only a few desert plants growing. The knights of the borderland slowly moved to the high ground, looking down at the Dornishmen heading north.

Unarmored or lightly armored militiamen holding spears first appeared in the field of vision, followed by armored desert warriors. The Dornish sand cavalry also slowly appeared on the left and right wings with flags held high.

The sun rose slowly.

Lord Tully looked coldly at the Dornishmen in the distance, with his Broken Heart already unsheathed.

In the infantry ranks, Jacaerys stretched his neck to try to see the opposing army clearly, and his hands gripping the reins were already sweaty.

Above the clouds, under the cover of the clouds, two giant dragons also came quietly.

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(End of this chapter)