Chapter 541: Occupying the High Court

Vilas Tyrell bowed his knees to Viserys, swearing his allegiance to House Targaryen forever, and was willing to give Highgarden and all of House Tyrell's wealth in exchange for the chance to survive.

And Viserys also accepted the allegiance of Vilas Tyrell and did not kill them all, giving them a chance to survive.

the next day.

The Dorne army suffered heavy losses and temporarily stayed in Star Shuttle City to rest, while the Dothraki army was repaired for two days, and then continued to send troops to the High Court.

The High Court is a beautiful castle located on the banks of the Mander River in the Reach. It is entirely made of white marble and is full of artistic flavor.

A labyrinth of carefully manicured plants, blooming flowers, courtyards, pools and man-made waterfalls are all poetic.

Standing on a hill, this beautiful castle overlooks the endless plains of the Reach, and the Mande River below is clear and flowing quietly. Standing on the balcony of the High Court Tower, you can see the surrounding area for several miles. All beautiful estates with patchwork fields.

However, the arrival of the Dothraki army destroyed this beauty that can only be found in poetry, and suddenly changed from a poetic atmosphere to a golden horse.

"Hoohoho~"

The magnificent scene of the galloping horses can be seen from a long distance. The savage grassland cavalry came to the High Court, and the chaotic horse hooves smashed the fields and the crops that had not yet grown.

But now the beautiful Garden Castle has lost its beauty before being ravaged by the Dothraki.

Not long ago, the war in Dorne's siege of Highgarden destroyed this elegance and beauty, and the Garden Castle became a fortress of thorns full of thorns.

In a towering white tower, on a roof protruding outwards, a short, silver-haired old woman with a gauze on her head was leaning on the white marble railing, overlooking the prairie cavalry who could not see the end in the distance.

The war was like a robber, savagely intruding into the old woman's field of vision, flattening the sea of ​​pale yellow flowers that she liked to watch most on weekdays, and taking away her son and two grandchildren at the same time.

Although the 'Queen of Thorns' is covered with thorns and can't help but stab you with a few words, Mrs. Olenna is not a person who likes war.

She prefers to solve problems in the way of the Tyrell family, or she has led the Tyrell family to become like this.

"Ho-"

At this moment, a huge black dragon appeared in the sky, drilled out of the sea of ​​​​clouds, and made a low and melodious roar. A pair of scarlet eyes overlooked the white castle below, and its vibrating wings flew around the high court. The soldiers in the castle were astonished and did not dare to resist.

The old woman stared at the giant dragon in the sky with a look of horror in her eyes. Her pale and thin fingers were tightly gripping the white marble stone fence, and her fingernails were slightly pale.

After all, although she has lived for more than sixty years and has gone to seventy years, she is older than Duke Horst Tully, whose head was chopped off more than half a year ago, and who was on the tip of the spear, but it is also the first time. Meet the dragon.

Who can be indifferent when they first see this monster that should live in a fairy tale?

No matter how much they had imagined about the giant dragon before, they couldn't help being immersed in their violent beauty when they first saw it with their own eyes, shuddering with fear and unable to extricate themselves.

Then the old woman wearing a gauze left the rooftop, tremblingly returned to her room, and closed the gorgeous golden hollow door.

Soon after.

rumbling—

The heavy gate of High Court was opened from the inside, and all the soldiers loyal to the Tyrell family were still full of confusion on their faces, and they walked out of the city in two lines.

wow-

Then he put down his weapon and knelt on both sides of the road.

Balerion had merely flown around Highgarden, and the beautiful capital of the Reach fell without a fight, without even needing Vilas Tyrell to persuade his grandmother.

Viserys followed the army on a white horse, and Vilas Tyrell also followed him on a horse, looking at High Court with a complicated look.

"I heard the name 'Queen of Thorns' a long time ago. It seems that Mrs. Olenna is indeed a smart person."

Viserys held the reins in his hands, then turned to Vilas.

The expression on Velas' face was a bit complicated, with guilt, sadness and other emotions intertwined. He was a little shameless to his grandmother, mother and sister.

Because he was the commander-in-chief of the Reach Army, he was responsible for the loss of the war and the casualties of family members.

And now the dignified High Court Rose Tyrell family is directly related... There is only one man, Velas, and the rest are female dependents.

But then Velas regained his energy, cheered up, turned his head and looked at Viserys and answered seriously.

"My grandmother was indeed a wise man, Your Majesty."

"And Your Majesty is the orthodox of the Iron Throne, with the will of God and the will of the people, so grandmother naturally dare not stop your footsteps."

"Otherwise Highgarden and Tyrell will be reduced to ashes and lost forever in history."

Although the Reach Army suffered a crushing defeat in Star Shuttle City, the Tyrell family had a strong foundation and still had room to resist.

However, Olenna, the Queen of Thorns, did not lead the Tyrell family to swear to resist, but chose to surrender directly.

The Dothraki army took control of High Court and opened the Tyrell family's warehouse. The blinding golden mountain made everyone stunned.

On the other hand, Viserys naturally wouldn't do such a vulgar thing himself.

Stealing gold is indeed robbing gold. Someone else has done it, and he can't do it or can't do it explicitly.

Just as Kargo could execute Mace Tyrell at will, Garland and Loras almost wiped out the Tyrell family.

And maybe Viserys could do the same, but he had to think twice.

Otherwise, it is likely to have a counter-productive effect. After all, in such an era, honor and belief are still deeply rooted things.

Viserys walked through the lively gardens, the ornate courtyards and the rippling pools, with the hilt in hand.

The High Court is worthy of being the center of the art of the Seven Kingdoms. It is full of artistic stone sculptures, fountains and marble columns, and grapes and roses adorn the walls and sculptures.

Then climbed to the top of the high revolving tower, and a wide corridor led directly to a spacious and gorgeous bedroom. The ground was covered with thick Mill handmade carpets. The exquisite patterns were very valuable at first sight.

Viserys pushed open the door, and a silver-haired old woman wearing a scarf in the room seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and she was holding a brown-haired girl in her hand.

"Fighting is indeed not our forte, Your Majesty."