The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 329 It's a Targaryen's Pleasure to Be an Elf's Dog

As the Battle of Clegane Castle officially came to an end, the last barrier leading to the western region was completely removed. From then on, the hinterland of the western region was as unimpeded as the ironmen treated their captive salt concubines.

The news of the fall of Clegane Castle shocked the whole of Westeros, and even the death of the Hand of the King seemed so insignificant at this moment.

After all, the Iron Islands had historically sent troops to plunder and occupy coastal cities in the west. Therefore, although the Iron Islands' offensive was fierce, most of the nobles in the interior did not take it seriously.

From their point of view, the invading ironborn were nothing more than relying on the assistance of the iron fleet on the coast to do evil in the coastal cities and show off their prestige for a while.

In the final analysis, the Iron Islands are just a poor place composed of several relatively large islands. Their lack of resources dooms them to not having an army comparable to that of Suction.

As long as the stable interior can be used to fight a protracted war against the Iron Islands and wait until the Lannister family regroups, then everything will be fine.

But the meaning of capturing Fort Klegon is completely different!

Although Fort Clegane was not too far from Lannisport, it was an inland fortress built against a mountain, and capturing it was as valuable as going through a difficult inland war.

Ironmen's land battles are actually capable of this? !

However, as the battle reports from the front line spread to all parts of Westeros, all the nobles couldn't help being a little surprised:

A terrifying giant tens of meters tall?
The sorcerer's bell that can disturb people's hearts?
What is this all about?

——Dorne, Sunspear

"Father, father! The Mountain you've been thinking of was killed by those ironmen."

Located in a palace composed of fountains and gardens, a charming Dornish woman was bouncing into the side room, and then raised the envelope in her hand and yelled.

However, after she entered the room, she looked at the men and women on the bed who were tightly fitting together, and teased without changing her expression:

"Really, it's still broad daylight now, father, you are already so energetic, you really are not ashamed~"

"That's your ignorance, Nymeria."

Seeing that his father showed no signs of avoiding suspicion, the Sand Snake named 'Nymeria' couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and then watched the battle with great interest in the spirit of not looking at nothing.

"Ah - what a wonderful breakfast~"

After a while, the black-haired man slowly got up from the bed:
"I seem to have heard you say what happened to the Devil's Mountain just now. Did that damn bastard die suddenly because he drank too much poppy milk, or did he come to Dorne to seek death?"

"If you're talking about the magic mountain in Fort Clegane, it's a pity that the Red Viper doesn't seem to have a chance to take revenge with his own hands, because he has already been made into a blood eagle by the ironmen and hung on Casterly Rock City!"

"Huh? How could it be Ironborn?"

Hearing this unexpected answer, Prince Oberon Martell of Dorne, known as the 'Red Viper', couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly, and then took the envelope from his daughter.

As early as during the War of the Usurper, the Mountain, who served the Lannister family, once bloodbathed the Red Keep of King's Landing under the control of the Targaryen family. Aegon's mother, Elia Martell.

And Elia Martell is his own sister!
It can be said that Oberon, who loves his sister deeply, has an irresolvable kinship feud with The Mountain, and even the entire Martell family is planning to take revenge on what they think is the culprit—Tywin Lannister .

However, I didn't expect that the magic mountain had already died in the hands of the iron people before the plan started. This really makes people feel...uncomfortable!

"Those savage ironmen's medical skills are really low. They just turned his body into a blood eagle without torturing him first. It's too easy for that guy to die."

Looking at the ending about the Mountain on the envelope, Oberon shook his head with some dissatisfaction, obviously dissatisfied with the painless way of death of The Mountain.

Since he had fantasized about the death method of the magic mountain falling into his hands countless times in his mind, he has studied countless poisons that make people feel endless pain and not die in these years. The variety of types makes people shudder.

However, I didn't expect that before these poisons were used, the evil murderer of the Devil's Mountain would die first!
After secretly cursing the Mountain and the Ironborn for their disappointment, Oberon took advantage of the sage's time to carefully check the information about the giant at the end of the envelope, and then complained again:

"Ha~ First, the strange ghosts in the legend of the land beyond the wall attacked, and then the elves riding the giant dragons appeared, and now even the giants cooperated with the Iron Islands to launch an attack on Westeros. What happened to this world?"

"It doesn't matter what kind of dragon or giant it is, we Dornees are a tough race that even dragons can't conquer. Could those ironmen still fight us in the desert!"

Hearing her father's complaints, a trace of pride flashed across Nymeria's exotic and soft face, obviously not taking the threat of giants seriously.

As early as hundreds of years ago, Aegon the Conqueror, who had taken control of the six kingdoms at that time, tried in vain to launch a complete unification war against Dorne, trying to conquer this barbaric desert with the help of three giant dragons.

But what about the results?

Not only did the army of the Targaryen family lose their troops in the desert lacking supplies, but Queen Reynes' dragon was killed by the ballista of the Dornish people. Even the queen herself was rumored to be imprisoned and tortured by the Dornish family.

But now, although Westeros is full of ghosts and monsters that symbolize magical creatures, even the people at the bottom are full of confidence in Dorne, thinking that no one can threaten them.

"Don't make it so easy. After all, although we are not afraid of those dragons and giants, I don't want my leisurely life to be disturbed by them."

Looking at Nymeria whose face was full of pride, Oberon tapped her forehead lightly, and after admonishing her, she left the side room, leaving only the panting mistress on the bed and the innocent-looking daughter.

Not long after, Oberon came to the palace of the Flowing Water Garden. After passing through countless blood orange trees and pale pink marble floors, he finally saw his brother who was resting in a wheelchair due to gout——Doran Prince Martell.

At this time, Prince Doran was looking at the children who were playing and playing in the fountain with a gentle face. Seeing his younger brother entering the palace through the main entrance, he couldn't help teasing and said:
"Have you finished your work? I wonder if the ones planted by Donne this year are considered mature?"

"The freshly made peach blossom cakes this year are also extra soft, glutinous and sweet, but brother, you can't taste this kind of delicacy now, what a pity."

Only then did Oberon's cynical face show seriousness, and then he sat next to Prince Doran and said:
"Now the Westlands and the Reach are too busy to take care of themselves, the Valley is also caught in a power struggle because of the death of Jon Arryn, and even the North is too tired to deal with the attacks of the Wild Hunting elves, what do you think? "

"Don't dare to have any ideas. Our Dorne is just a poor place with a vast land and few people. Daily life is already difficult enough. There is no need to participate in the struggle for power."

Prince Doran's face was full of seriousness. If it wasn't because Oberon knew his brother well enough, he might really be confused by the sincerity revealed in his eyes.

Seeing that Prince Doran seemed to be pretending, Oberon couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and after touching the peach of a lovely maid next to him, he said with complicated eyes:
"Don't pretend to be brother, you, like us, resent the chief culprit who killed Ilya, and now is the best chance to take revenge. Are you really not going to do something?"

Hearing his younger brother's inquiry, the kind smile on Prince Doran's face gradually dissipated, and then there was a rare look of ferocity in his calm and calm eyes, and he said in a cold tone:

"My dear brother, now is not the time for us to take revenge. If we want to end the rule of the drunkard king and destroy the Lannister family, it will be very difficult to do so based on the current situation.

Wait a minute, I always thought there was something wrong with Jon Arryn's death, a friend of mine in King's Landing told me that the King's Hand might have died from a poison called the Tears of Lys.

If this is true, it means that someone is trying to disrupt the current situation in Westeros, which is a good thing for us. "

After all, Prince Doran's eyes narrowed slowly, and he seemed to have turned into that kind and weak man again.

However, Oberon knew that his elder brother was absolutely no less vicious than himself in terms of resourcefulness, and at this moment he was definitely brewing some vicious plan that would overthrow the Iron Throne.

I don't know how long it took before Prince Doran slowly opened his tired eyes, and then said to Oberon who was already eating with the little maid next to him:
"Now that the Baratheon family has lost the hand of the king and the support of the North, it is nothing to fear. As long as Robert dies, it will be torn apart;
The Riverland is the place of the Four Wars of the Seven Kingdoms. Once the Westeros continent falls into war, the local nobles will be overwhelmed and have no intention of dealing with the struggle for the Iron Throne;
Although the Western Territory and the Reach Land have lost their troops under the attack of the Iron Islands, they are still alive and there is no need for Dorne to be their enemies for the time being.

The plan of the Martell family remains unchanged, still supporting Prince Viserys of the Targaryen family on the Iron Throne, but now they must consider winning over those Drucci elves. "

"Win those elves? Aren't you afraid that those elves are also greedy for the Iron Throne?"

Hearing that Prince Doran planned to join forces with those Drucci elves, Oberon couldn't help but let go of the ruddy maid in his arms, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

As apprentices who once specialized in finance in the Academy City, Oberon and Prince Doran could naturally see that the Drucci elves were trying to use cheap food to secretly grasp the vicious layout of Westeros.

Because of this, Dorne has not launched a large-scale trade cooperation with the elves until today. He only purchased some potions and handicrafts from the elves, and did not dare to let go of full-scale trade.

Now that Prince Doran actually intends to cooperate with those elves who are trying to control the continent of Westeros, isn't he worried about luring wolves into the house?
Seeing that his younger brother seemed to be a little confused, Prince Doran looked at the sunset in the sky that was falling from the sea in a complicated heart, and then said with emotion:

"Times have changed, Oberon, and now the Targaryen family doesn't even have an adult dragon, and if those elves really plot against the Iron Throne, no one in Westeros can resist.

The Dornishmen could indeed slay a dragon, and more, but at what cost?

Since the elves are willing to use peaceful means to conquer the continent of Westeros, they will inevitably need a puppet regime to assist them in their rule, so why can't it be Dorne? "

Hearing that Prince Doran had such elf ambition, Oberon reached out and scratched the back of his head a little annoyedly, and then complained:
"Brother, are you going to... let the Martell family serve as dogs for the elves?"

"It is our noble Prince Viserys who is the dog. What has the Dornishmen to do with House Martell?"

Hearing his younger brother's ridicule, Prince Doran had a faint smirk on his face, and then said to Oberon with a serious expression:

"In order for our plan to be implemented smoothly, I need you to go to the Black Tower Academy built by the Drucci elves to negotiate with the elf lords, and at least let them remain neutral in the ensuing chaos!"

"Hiss~ This is really a hard job, so what should I use to convince those elves?"

"Princess Daenerys is almost 14 years old now, and I think it's time to choose a suitable spouse for him."

For his proposal, Prince Doran is full of confidence. After all, his plan can be said to let those elves lie down and earn money. There is no reason for the elves to reject their proposal.

After all, compared to the Baratheon family, which has now signed an alliance treaty with the elves, Prince Doran can be said to have directly packaged half of the Iron Throne to the elves. Whether he is willing to be king is just a matter of words.

As long as the elves can choose to be neutral when the Targaryen family counterattacks Westeros, then everything will be fine!
"In this case, I will go to King's Landing myself."

Seeing that there didn't seem to be any major loopholes in his brother's plan, Oberon stood up with the same satisfaction, and packed his luggage for the next journey to the Black Tower Academy.

They have planned everything, and it is almost impossible for any accidents to happen!
(End of this chapter)