Although Nekania always had a bad premonition in his heart, Fenrir's suggestion was the best method available at the moment.
"Okay, let's do that," Nekania nodded. "Fenrir, when you go to the east, tell them that the Targaryens intend to rebuild Valyria, just to scare them first."
"I know, the Targaryens not only want to rebuild the Valyrian Empire, but also abolish the slave system on Essos!" Fenrir sneered.
To get the city-states like Volantis to help deal with the Targaryens, it is necessary to use both coercion and enticement.
Perhaps they won't believe that the Targaryens want to rebuild Valyria.
But as long as Egon Targaryen dares to support a slave uprising, he will definitely be seen as a thorn in the side by the slave-owning city-states like Volantis!
If Egon Targaryen does not support those slaves, then Nekania can wipe out the Rebel Army, which seems powerful but has no hope, at any time!
"I believe you. When are you leaving?" Nekania asked.
"Leaving now. There's no time to lose, we must act immediately!"
Fenrir got up, nodded to Nekania, and left the underground secret room with two guards.
After Fenrir left, Nekania also began to deploy his work.
"Elville, take people to tally the losses, count the runaway slaves, the dead slaves, and the slaves who did not escape.
Gather all surviving soldiers and collect city supplies for unified management.
Also, spread the word and call on the Tyroshi people to unite.
Say that Chief Nekania is with Tyrosh and its people, and will resist the invasion and slaughter of Dragons to the death.
Also, immediately contact Lys and Myr, and say that we need support.
At the same time, have that fellow Recharino lead the fleet back to Tyrosh and be on guard against the Rebel Army on the island at all times."
"Okay, I'll go do it now!"
As Nekania's right-hand man, Elville had always been known for his decisive action. Upon receiving the order, he immediately left the underground secret room.
Nekania rubbed his temples, forcefully suppressing the feeling of unease in his heart, and began to carefully sift through the possibilities in his mind that might be causing him such anxiety.
"What did I overlook?" Nekania couldn't help but murmur.
After an unknown amount of time, a possibility suddenly occurred to Nekania!
If he were Egon Targaryen, with four Dragons at his disposal, he would definitely divide the four Dragons into two groups.
This way, Tyrosh could be monitored day and night, cutting off Tyrosh's external supply.
At the same time, support the Rebel Army in counterattacking Tyrosh, or even the hinterland of Tyrosh in the Disputed Lands!
You should know that Tyrosh is a city built on an island. If it loses external supplies, the consequences are unimaginable!
Coupled with the inherently greedy nature of the Tyroshi people, once there is a gap in the supply of materials, internal collapse will be a matter of time!
Feeling that he had thought of the key point, Nekania immediately called his assistant.
"Get me paper and a pen!"
After the paper and pen were brought, Nekania immediately wrote two letters and handed them to his assistant.
"You personally deliver these two letters to the Governor's Councils of Myr and Lys respectively.
Tell them that the actual situation in Tyrosh is far worse than imagined, and urge them to hurry with their support!
There is one more thing you must tell them: even cargo ships must be equipped with dragon bolts, as Egon Targaryen is very likely trying to blockade the shipping lanes!"
"Understood!" The assistant took the two letters and withdrew.
Nekania leaned back in his chair, the feeling of unease in his heart having subsided considerably.
In his letters, he was not merely asking for help and giving reminders, but also giving warnings and threats.
In the letter, he explicitly told the Governor's Councils of Myr and Lys:
If Tyrosh truly falls, I will take all the Tyroshi people and flee to Myr and Lys.
Then everyone will live together, and I will also run for the position of Governor of Myr and Lys.
If you dare to refuse entry to us Tyroshi people or prevent us from running for election, then we will become pirates and specifically target your merchant ships.
What we Tyroshi people are best at is plunder!
Furthermore, we will also form mercenary groups to raid your manors in the Disputed Lands and seize your fertile land in the Disputed Lands!
Anyway, we Tyroshi people are already homeless, what else is there to lose?
Since driving Volantis out of the Disputed Lands and establishing the Triarchy, the internal power struggles have never stopped.
If Nekania didn't threaten them, Myr and Lys would definitely drag their feet for a long time and then watch Tyrosh be consumed and weakened.
He understood Myr and Lys too well.
Because if Tyrosh were replaced by either Myr or Lys, he would make the same considerations and choices.
Tyrosh, Myr, and Lys are not a loving family, but rather competitors who would love to swallow each other up immediately.
Without external pressure, the so-called "Triarchy" is a complete joke!
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Bloodstone Isle.
Under the morning sun, Sunfyre pierced through the clouds and landed on the island with Vhagar.
Sunfyre's golden scales shone in the morning light.
After Aemond dismounted from the dragon's back, his originally excited expression visibly wilted, and Vhagar also lay down on the ground, exhausted.
A ten-year-old kid and a hundred-and-seventy-year-old grandmother Dragon fought all night. To be honest, it was indeed difficult for this combination!
Aegon looked at Vhagar, who was instantly snoring loudly, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
Perhaps if Grandma Vhagar were thirty years younger, her overall combat strength would probably be even stronger than it is now.
Dragons never stop growing, so the older and larger a Dragon is, the stronger it becomes.
But being old is still old, and their stamina is definitely not as good as when they were young.
In Aegon's opinion, the peak period for Dragons should be between one hundred and twenty and one hundred and fifty years old.
Dragons of this age are not only full of energy, but their size difference is not too great.
For example, Vermithor during the Dance of the Dragons in the original work.
At that time, Vermithor was eighty years younger than Vhagar, but his size was only about one-fifth smaller than Vhagar's!
And Vermithor was faster, more agile, and more enduring.
A Dragon's size and growth rate are related to its talent, but overall, the younger a Dragon is, the faster its growth rate!
As Dragons age, their size growth slows down. It is said that "the Black Dread" Balerion stopped growing in the years before his death.
Thinking of this, Aegon looked at Sunfyre.
He still hasn't figured out why Sunfyre's growth rate is so terrifying.
Moreover, as his mental strength grew stronger, he began to enter the Dragon Soul state uncontrollably, sometimes even entering Sunfyre's soul sea in his sleep!
This is not right!
The stronger his mental strength, the stronger his control over the Dragon Soul state should be!
For this, he had consulted many ancient texts and magic books, and even found many related books from the ancient Valyrian period, but still found no clues.
After the "Black Party Rebellion" is quelled in the future, he might be able to visit the Valyrian ruins in the Fourteen Flames and the Shadow Lands.
Whether it is the Valyrian ruins in the Fourteen Flames or the Shadow Lands east of Asshai, they are among the most mysterious places on Essos.
In the story of the Freehold, Dragons originated from the Valyrian Peninsula, but Asshai claims that Dragons were born in the Shadow Lands.
Asshai believes that the ancient peoples of the Shadow Lands tamed Dragons and mastered the techniques of raising and training them.
These ancient peoples originating from the Shadow Lands began to expand their influence and then established the Freehold with Valyria as its capital.
But no matter what the truth of history is, Aegon has to go back to sleep.
His mental state is not much stronger than Aemond's. He has been in Dragon Soul state all night and feels like he is about to die from exhaustion!
After returning to the tent, Aegon summoned Alec Cargyll.
"Last night, Aemond and I went together to teach Tyrosh a lesson. While I am resting, you are not allowed to make any moves. Just maintain vigilance near the coastline. Everything will wait until I wake up, understood?"
Alec was not surprised at all.
Before the banquet started yesterday, he had already deployed an extremely strict patrol team!
Let alone two Dragons, even if two pigs ran off, he would know immediately!
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