Dawn often symbolizes hope and love.
But the Tyroshi did not think so.
When the first rays of sunlight fell on the Stepstones, all that met the eye were ruined walls and broken limbs!
The horrifying scene of last night still made the surviving Tyroshi tremble uncontrollably.
Somewhere in the underground passage of the Chief's palace.
Nekania's face was grim, his hands trembling.
"We were careless," he said in a deep voice. "The dragon is far more terrifying than we imagined, and more agile."
In the seventeen years he had served as the Chief of Tyrosh, since the Stepstones War began, he had considered the possibility that Tyrosh proper would also be attacked by the dragon.
For this, he had even placed nearly two hundred dragon bolts on the walls of Tyrosh.
As a result, he never expected the attack to come so suddenly, swiftly, and terrifyingly!
"The war with Daemon Targaryen deceived us. The dragon will not always stay around the battlefield, nor will it join the battle only after it has begun."
Elville Tafto took a swig of wine and said in a deep voice.
He was the Chief Administrator of Tyrosh, responsible for executing the orders issued by the Chief.
Strictly speaking, he was primarily responsible for this slave uprising, as it was his suggestion to have the slaves who had worked all day repair the city walls overnight.
However, Nekania did not blame him.
After all, no one would have thought that the slave uprising would happen to coincide with Egon Targaryen, who had come to launch a sneak attack on Tyrosh.
If Egon Targaryen had not launched a night attack on Tyrosh, this slave uprising would not have been a major event at all, and Tyrosh would not have suffered such heavy losses!
"Now is not the time for regret. We must make a decision immediately, whether to withdraw to the Disputed Lands or stay in the city and resist to the end!"
Fenrir Douglah pounded the table heavily twice, looking annoyed.
He was the wealthiest man in Tyrosh, with tens of thousands of slaves under him. As a result, overnight, some died and some fled, causing him to lose money to the point of spitting blood.
"I haven't even regretted it yet, and you two are already sighing!" Fenrir spat.
Speaking of serious matters, Nekania composed himself.
"I think we must withdraw to the Disputed Lands. Staying in Tyrosh will only make us sitting ducks. Last night was a good example."
Elville frowned slightly.
"If there were enough dragon bolts, I think Tyrosh could be defended, and withdrawing is not that easy either."
Elville's words were not an exaggeration. Withdrawing was not something that could be done by simply saying it.
Many Tyroshi people had their businesses in the city. If they were told to withdraw to the Disputed Lands, where would they live?
And what would they eat?
"I also think we must withdraw, but not openly," Fenrir said.
"What do you mean?" Nekania frowned slightly. "Do we have to sneak away?"
Withdrawal sounds good, but it's actually packing up and running away.
Running away is not something glorious in the first place, and having to sneak away is completely losing face!
"Not us, but me. You and Elville stay," Fenrir smiled.
"I don't understand what you mean," Elville's eye twitched.
"First of all, we can withdraw, but a considerable number of people cannot withdraw, nor do they want to withdraw.
Second, once we withdraw from Tyrosh city, it will be very difficult to recapture it.
Egon Targaryen is very cunning, he will definitely support those slaves to contend with us.
Third, the morale must not be broken!
We must launch a counterattack to let outsiders know that Chief Nekania has not fallen, let alone surrendered.
Then Mir and Lys will enter the fray, fighting guerrilla warfare around the Stepstones with Egon Targaryen, slowly wearing him down.
So you two must stay. I will go to the East to gain more support for you.
Volantis, Astapor, Yunkai, Mirin, New Ghis, Qarth, these are all our potential allies."
Nekania pursed his lips.
"Leaving aside Volantis and the others for now, what about Mir and Lys? Will they still send troops?
I'm a little worried if they will still have the courage to go to war with Egon Targaryen after they know that Tyrosh has almost turned into ruins overnight?"
Upon hearing this, Fenrir smiled confidently.
"Don't worry, Tyrosh has been attacked, they won't be able to escape either."
"That's right. Since Egon Targaryen wants to go to war, he will definitely seize every opportunity to weaken the forces of Tyrosh, Mir, and Lys."
Elville strongly agreed with Fenrir's point of view.
In his opinion, after the Stepstones War had been fought for so long, outsiders should have already tacitly considered Tyrosh, Mir, and Lys as a whole, the so-called "Triarchy"!
Furthermore, two-thirds of the ships in the navy led by Recharino, who was rampant in the Stepstones, belonged to Mir and Lys.
Therefore, Aegon will never only attack Tyrosh!
Even if only Tyrosh suffered the greatest losses, Mir and Lys should not be so foolish as to watch Tyrosh be defeated by Egon Targaryen without doing anything.
Otherwise, after Egon Targaryen finishes dealing with Tyrosh, Mir and Lys won't have it easy either!
Nekania furrowed his brow, biting the dead skin on his lip caused by stress, his eyes narrowed slightly.
For some reason, he always had a bad feeling!
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