Chapter 106 Assassination

"About a thousand years ago, the ancient Roina city-state and the Valyrian Freehold went to war, and it took about two hundred and fifty years from the beginning of the first conflict to the total collapse."

Maester Gunther held a book and spoke to Viserys as he walked.

In fact, it stands to reason that maesters are servants who serve Westeros. Young maesters are sent by the Academy because of Dragonstone. If Dragonstone changes owners, he will serve the next lord.

However, everything happens unexpectedly.

There are many scholars who follow the nobles to leave their fiefs in history, and there are even many. For example, the scholars of Storm's End followed Stannis.

This is actually decided by the bachelors themselves. They are the bachelors of the city in name, but they have actually become the retainers of the nobles. Sometimes the bachelors are not related to politics. Sometimes it is just an ideal state.

And east of the Upper Lorne, this small town called Valo had just been conquered by the Andalus army.

"It reached its climax in the Second Spice War, when Prince Gaelin of the Royna led 250,000 Royna to stubbornly resist, and once repelled the invaders of Valyria, among them two dragons Falling, a dragon king fled for his life."

"However, there are more powerful dragons flying from the fortress of liberty. They are different from the three dragons that have been defeated. They."

The scholar paused slightly when he said this, looked at the records in the book for a while and then continued.

"They were several times the size of the previous dragons, and there were 300 demon dragons. Prince Gaelin's army of 250,000 Royna people was annihilated by ashes."

"Prince Gaelin was locked in a cage of gold and hung from the city wall to witness the destruction of his city-state and the captivity of his people into slavery."

"But there are legends behind it, Your Majesty. You can listen to these stories or not."

The maester glanced at the record at the back and spoke. The two walked and talked, and Viserys nodded slightly.

Then the bachelor continued.

"It is said that Prince Garin wept blood and cursed the Valyrians before his death, and called on the mother river to avenge her people. That night, the Lorne suddenly swelled, and its power was rare in history, and an evil thick fog shrouded Chayon forever , countless restless Valyrian invaders have been cursed by Gaerin. That is, grayscale, and died there."

"And the story says that Prince Gaelin finally climbed up from the underwater grave and ruled this sad land forever in the name of the Shroud King."

This period of history is very long, covering the glory and destruction of the Royna city-state a thousand years ago. Viserys understands the later story, and Oberyn also understands it.

His ancestors had the blood of the ancient Royna people. The legendary female warrior Nymeria of the Royna people led the ancient Loyna people across the narrow sea to Dorne, and married the ancestors of Oberyn, Morse Martell.

Today, although the ancient city-state has long since been annihilated, there are still many Roina villages and towns living on both sides of the Lorne River, which is the mother river for the Roina people.

Viserys sent troops this time to take these villages and towns under his command. Now, after a series of conquests in the early stage, the source of the Mother River, the Royna people near the Upper Lorne River have organized a resistance, and were here by Viserys. The army was defeated in one fell swoop.

"Your Majesty, as the king of the Andals, the Royna and the First Men, you should never depend on one race."

"Actually, you should have made such a decision long ago"

The bachelor said, he actually agrees with Viserys' idea, don't be stubborn on the Iron Throne and fall into the curse, but feel at ease in the great potential of Essos Continent to develop himself.

If Viserys insists on participating in the rebellion of the Iron Islands, it is very likely that not only will he gain nothing, but he may also lose his troops and slow down his development.

"Well, that makes sense."

Viserys nodded.

The two people stepped on the muddy ground. The traces of last night's fight have not been completely cleaned up. Dilapidated and charred houses can still be seen in the town, and there are bloodstains splattered on the walls.

Then the two came to the gate of a fairly intact courtyard, which was Viserys' temporary residence.

The Andals on the Andas Plain are similar to the Loinas on both sides of the Upper Lorne River. Now both races are no longer as glorious as they used to be.

This large triangular area sandwiched between the three city-states of Norvos, Braavos and Pentos is actually a power gap.

The system of the free trade city-state determines that it does not have the strong territorial desire as the imperial system, and Viserys seized this opportunity to gradually develop himself in this area where there is no power.

"So. What should I do next?"

Viserys and the Maester stopped outside the courtyard door and talked.

Most of the people around were captured prisoners. One of the captured Royna slaves seemed to have heard the conversation between Viserys and the bachelor. Know if he can understand the Common Tongue of Westeros.

Although the Common Language was brought to Westeros by the Andals and Royna, it has changed over time and even sounds like two different languages.

"Go to hell!"

Then, when the slave passed by Viserys, he suddenly pounced and let out a hoarse roar, trying to restrain Viserys' neck with the chains that bound his hands.

"what?"

The attack happened unexpectedly, but his sudden movement was caught by the corner of the little king's eyes, and he hurriedly avoided it.

Snapped--

Viserys reacted in a timely manner, dodging the slave's attack, while holding the opponent's wrist tightly with one hand.

With his other hand, he took out the dagger from the waist of the guard next to him, placed it directly on the neck of the Royna slave, and then cut the other's throat with a single stroke.

puff--

Blood was sprayed out, and Royna's slave was full of disbelief, clutching his throat with his chained hands, and then the corpse fell to the ground.

He originally wanted to hold Viserys hostage and run away, but he didn't expect the other party's reaction to be so quick.

"His Majesty!"

And the guards around Viserys hadn't even reacted. When the slave was dead, the guards' faces were shocked and angry.

The rest of the Royna slaves who passed by fell to their knees in horror. They were not his accomplices, and they were very afraid that the little king would implicate them.

And the maester watched the whole thing, watching Viserys take a deep breath, then took a handkerchief from the guard and wiped the blood off his hands.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

Viserys shook his head slightly, then glanced at the corpse lying on the ground with a shadow in his eyes.

He has suffered too many assassinations at this level, and he has even begun to become numb.