After the royal army retreated, the Dorn aristocratic coalition did not pursue the victory, after all, their numbers did not occupy too much advantage.

This time Dorn's rebellion was only the activity of a few nobles, and it didn't get a nod from Yangji City.

Moreover, their pursuit is to let the Iron Throne repatriate those Dornites who fled to other places and return to the local area for trial, rather than really wanting to rebel, so they dare not pursue it too eagerly.

If this royal army were to be destroyed in Dorn, their lives would not be better in the future.

Afterwards, dominated by the Ule family of the prison gate, a coalition composed of the Dorn nobles marched into the sky and the city.

"Welcome, Lord Harman Uller!"

"my old friend!"

The old Falcon Eagle Franklin Fowler replaced his blood-stained armor and went out of the city to greet him.

The flag of the Ule family is a flame of yellow and crimson interlacing, and the prison gate is also located in the center of the Dorn Desert, close to the source of the Sulphur River, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Most of Dorne's castles were set up in precarious locations. Therefore, during the first Dorne War three hundred years ago, several Targaryen troops had to enter Dorne before they faced so many difficult situations.

Just going deep into the desert is enough to persuade many soldiers. There are many difficulties in combat in the desert, lack of water, exposure to the sun, poison, and many lives can not be filled.

Therefore, the Earl of the Prison Castle jumped out without fear, and took the initiative to oppose the king's power, supporting the Earl of Tianjicheng.

After all, there is a proverb in the Dorn folks, 'Half of the Ule family are lunatics, and the other half are worse. '

"Huh, I used to expedition to the river bay for the Iron Throne!"

"I didn't expect that the yellow-mouthed kid would betray Donne."

Harman Uller, the burly man with a slightly gray hair, turned over and jumped off the horse, and hugged his old friend.

"Relax, old friend."

"I won't let Jon Clinton take you to King's Landing."

The old Falcon Eagle Franklin Fowler wiped his eyes pretending to be touched, but he did not dare to take the words of Harman Uller. The "yellow-mouthed child" in his mouth refers to who is present and everyone knows. Duming.

In fact, Franklin Fowler regretted after killing someone, but he didn't want to be taken away like this. It would be a dead end to wait until King's Landing, so Franklin Fowler was forced to start a fight. Rebellion.

In essence, he still wanted to reconcile with the Iron Throne. He still had a hint of illusion in his heart. He didn't want to go all the way to the dark, so he didn't dare to pick up his old friend, so he could only smile awkwardly.

"Ulik."

"long time no see."

Then the Falcon Eagle cast his gaze on the middle-aged Sir Harman Uller, who was slightly younger than the two of them.

His face was somewhat similar to that of Harman Uller, and it was Sir Ulrich Uller, the younger brother of the Earl of Prisongate.

"Master Franklin."

The middle-aged Sir had a calm face, holding the hilt with one hand, he also shook hands with the old Falcon, and then retreated behind his brother and stopped talking.

"Let's go to town to discuss."

"Discuss how to negotiate with Jon Clinton, how to resolve this matter without refuting our majesty's face."

Then Franklin Fowler spoke and made a please gesture.

"I saw this guy Jon Clinton when he was in King's Landing. He had a cold face all day long. He had a stinky and stubborn temper. He was not a good person to deal with."

"Please"

"Please"

The allied armies of the Dorn nobles marched into Tianji City holding the flags of their families high, and those who could not enter the castle began to camp outside the city.

"drive"

"drive"

Horseshoes are noisy and chaotic, and colorful flags are fluttering in the wind. Dorn soldiers are busy on the mountain, but in the king's camp at the bottom of the mountain, the atmosphere here is a bit low.

"Master Jon Clinton!"

"IMHO."

"Reinforcements from Dorn's army are coming. It is no longer possible for us to attack Tianji City."

Sir Edwin Fossoway of the Cider Hall opened his mouth, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, and his brother Brian Fossoway also nodded and applauded the passage.

"Yes."

"The supplies are no longer able to keep up. If we continue to consume them here, the Dorn people will surround us and we may be at risk of annihilation."

In fact, the army commanded by Jon Clinton has only four thousand men. It is very proud to be able to break through the Prince's Pass of the North Gate of Donne and attack the hinterland of Donne.

If the four thousand people led by Jon were just putting out the Fowler family's rebellion, and escorting the Earl of Tianjicheng to King's Landing for trial, it might be enough.

But if other Dorn nobles intervened in this war, they wouldn't be enough to look at them.

We must know that the Martell family in Yangji City has not yet expressed its position. They neither sent troops to quell the rebellion nor announced their support for the rebellion.

If the Martell family suddenly joined the rebellion, they might never get out of Dorne.

Today, the two thousand Legionnaires who have followed Jon Clinton from King's Landing are fortunate. The morale of the battle is still high, without the slightest retreat. Most of them are from the other side of the narrow sea and are not afraid of the Dorn.

However, the local nobles in Hewan have already retreated. After all, they have crossed the Prince's Pass and deep into the hinterland of Dorn. If the Dorn people suddenly turn their faces, they will not even have a chance to escape.

Although it was the rabbit and the fox who were sad for the Cenford family to make their first appearance, no one wanted to die, let alone to die for the sake of others.

Therefore, they proposed to Lord Hand of the King to retreat to the Prince's Pass, and then sent envoys to negotiate with Tianji City, asking Franklin Fowler to take the initiative.

Or ask Jon Clinton to ask for help from King's Landing~www.mtlnovel.com~ to ask your Majesty to send more troops to Dorne, and they wait for reinforcements at the Prince's Pass.

On the other hand, Jon Clinton, who was standing in front of the map of the Chinese Army's Great Tent, did not speak from beginning to end, with a pair of eyes overlooking the map below.

When the group of nobles in the bay area had finished speaking, all their eyes were on him.

The middle-aged man with gray-red hair finally raised his head, his eyes swept across every cheek present, and his voice calmly spoke.

"The Dornians don't have much more reinforcements than us."

"They didn't rush out, which means that they don't want to fight to the end for the Fowler family and the royal power."

"So if they dare to go out of the city to fight, they will take the opportunity to eat them. If they hide in the sky and under the city, we will accompany them to the end."

"I have already flown to King's Landing to ask for help from your Majesty. Perhaps the dragon will arrive soon."