Rumble!

The wall of the camp was no different from papier-mâché in front of the elephants, and it was broken with a bang.

As for the so-called shield spear formation, it is even more of a joke.

When the elephant slammed into the hedgehog-like shield wall with terrifying inertia, the shield immediately broke and the gun broke.

Countless Dorne soldiers flew out upside down like puppet dolls with a tooth-aching fracture sound and blood spurting from their mouths under this terrifying impact.

In an instant, the elephant army was like a broken bamboo, and the blood mist was filled, and rows of Dorne soldiers were trampled like weeds on the side of the road, either broken bones or trampled into a ball of flesh.

Wherever the elephant soldiers passed, the place was in shambles, and the terrifying scene was like the hell of Shura.

"The Dornes are finished." At the head of Yang Halberd City, Edmu Tully looked at this scene and sighed with a complicated face.

"They simply don't have the means to deal with the soldiers." Robert Royce said, "So, Lord Edmure, have you made your decision?" Is it Caesar, or is it Aegon? ”

Edmure didn't answer, his eyes on the bloody battlefield outside the city, but gradually lost focus.

……

"Dorn's done!" Little Aegon stood on the sand dunes behind him, waving his arms excitedly, "Rush, my elephant!" Crush them! Crush them! ”

Tyrion looked at the overly excited young prince and suddenly saw his dead nephew, Joffrey.

It's quite like that.

"See, Tyrion." Little Aegon looked back and laughed, "My elephant is amazing, isn't it?" ”

"It's amazing." Tyrion gave a thumbs up.

At the same time, I wondered if I should suggest that my father also go to the other side of the Narrow Sea to buy some elephants and come back.

But soon, he shook his head and shook off the thought.

The elephants in this battle can have such a miraculous effect, in fact, because the Ellenwood family is defenseless.

If they had some ballistas, they would be able to make these large, bloated elephants a living target.

What's more, the natural predator of elephants is dragons.

Caesar had three dragons on his side, and they could easily roast these elephants into roast meat.

However, on the battlefield in front of them, this group of elephants did work wonders.

They easily tore through the Dorn's defenses, and the warriors of the Golden Order followed closely behind, pouring in like a tidal wave, killing the Dorn's corpses and rivers of blood.

It didn't take long for the Ellenwood family's army to come to the brink of collapse.

It is worth mentioning that the first to flee was not ordinary soldiers, but Sir Olifa Shad, the commander-in-chief of the army.

This illegitimate son who jumped out when the blood of the Ellenwood family was almost severed, saw that the defeat was decided, and he turned around and ran.

At this time, no ambition or glory is as important as his own life.

With the boss's flag falling crookedly, the Ellenwood army had no hope of turning the tables around.

The entire army formation was cut to pieces by the Golden Regiment, and the panicked soldiers fled in droves.

The soldiers of the Golden Regiment chased the dead and chased north, wantonly venting their anger and killing intent that had accumulated for a long time.

"The Dornites are nothing more than that." Little Aegon triumphantly commented.

"The Dornites are not good at frontal combat." Tyrion said, "What's more, the war in Dorne has not stopped in the past few years, and the elite armies of each family have basically been exhausted, and of course they are vulnerable. ”

Although he knew that what the dwarf said was the truth, little Aegon was still very dissatisfied with the other party pouring cold water on him.

He snorted lightly and said coldly:

"Lord Tyrion, you have such a powerful mouth, why don't you be your envoy to Halberd City this time. I believe that it is time for the people of the river and the valley in the city to see the situation clearly. ”

Sooner or later, I'll die on this foul mouth. Tyrion wanted to sew his mouth shut, but some words came out of his mind:

"Yes, Your Highness. I will tell them that if they do not surrender, you will send elephants to smash the walls and rush in and kill them all. ”

Hearing the ridicule in the other party's words, little Aegon's face became even worse:

"You go now!"

"Okay." Tyrion turned and ran away on his short legs, secretly saying that he was really incompatible with the young and vigorous prince.

At this time, the fighting was still going on, and the Dornites still had sporadic resistance.

Two Golden Regiment soldiers escorted Tyrion through the battlefield to the gates of Halberd.

"I'm Tyrion Lannister, negotiating on behalf of His Highness Aegon, son of Rhaegar Targaryen!"

Tyrion shouted a few times before he saw a hanging basket thrown from the city.

"It's good that I'm a dwarf." He laughed at himself and climbed into the basket that barely fit a man.

The soldiers at the head of the city drew him up.

Arriving at the tower, Tyrion stood firm and asked:

"Who are you in charge here? Edmure Tully? ”

"Here, only you are responsible for yourself."

Tyrion looked at the young man who spoke and smiled:

"I know you, Sir Robert Royce, second son of Bronze Jon, right?"

"It's an honor to be known to you." Sir Robert nodded, "Come with me, your lordships are waiting for you in the Old Palace." ”

Tyrion followed with small steps, but he didn't stop:

"I've heard that you fought alongside Caesar, and that your father gave him the heirloom bronze armor before he died, right?"

"Are you an emissary of Aegon or an emissary of Caesar?"

"I'm the messenger of the Lannisters."

Robert chuckled, "Lord Tyrion, let me warn you. We are all survivors coming out of hell and are not in the mood to appreciate your quips. So, when you meet you later, you'd better give concrete terms than just say nice things. ”

Tyrion looked at the soldiers on the side of the road who were so thin that they were almost out of shape, wearing tattered military uniforms, and they didn't even have all the weapons, and his heart was slightly heavy:

"I see."

The two stopped talking, and went all the way down the tower, through the winding streets, to the old palace, the clan fortress of the Martell family.

But at this moment, a shadow suddenly fell over the sky, obscuring the bright sun in the sky.

Tyrion paused, looking up in shock.

The warm wind swept across his face and ruffled his hair.

Through the pounding of his heart, Tyrion heard the sound of wings flapping the air.

"Dragon!"

As a child, Tyrion was fascinated by dragons and fantasized countless times that he would one day see them.

When his uncle Kaivon told him that the dragons were extinct, he cried a lot.

As he grew up, such fantasies have long been forgotten until now......

He never thought that the first time he saw the dragon was in such a scene.

And he didn't expect that the dragon was far more beautiful and terrifying than he imagined.

The white dragon hovers over the Old Palace, a shadow that shields from the scorching sun.

A milky white scale armor that glowed brilliantly in the sunlight, and its eyes, horns, and spines were blood-red, it was so massive, with its wings stretched out hundreds of feet.

When it landed in the square in front of the palace, the hot wind of the furnace nearly swept Tyrion away.

The flying dust brought tears to Tyrion's eyes, but his eyes were wide open, as if he was reluctant to look away.

Cleopatra noticed the gnome's gaze, and her slender neck turned.

Tyrion could almost see the charred flesh at the tips of its teeth, and the flames that almost erupted from the depths of its throat.

As his gaze continued upward, he saw a familiar figure—

Caesar!

"I seem to be a step too late." Samwell laughed,

"It's been a long time, Tyrion."

(End of chapter)