Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 387

Chapter 387 Lanner's birth

“Lannaer!”

Damon was stunned and subconsciously called his wife's name.

Lanner's eyes did not leave him for a moment, and she shouted crisply: “Dragon Flame!”

"Roar…"

Vhagar swooped down, the dragon flames shattered the defenses of several watchtowers, and he flapped his dragon wings to quickly fly into the air.

Lannaer is riding on a saddle, her shoulders are bound by chains, and her silver hair is flying in the wind.

She was pregnant due to restrictions and had no armor on her body, only a thin white skirt.

Vhagar is like a kind mother, flying fast and steady, protecting the driver from harm.

Damon stared straight at it, then quickly came to his senses and understood what his wife meant.

She received secret messages from several cousins, and Daemon insisted on starting a private war.

Vhagar and Corakxiu often soared in the sky together, performing a scene of two dragons dancing together.

There are too many towers and Vhagar is too big, making him an easy target.

With the blessing of the giant dragon, the army's morale was like a rainbow and they marched straight in.

The only response he received was Vhagar's roar.

In order to make up for her husband's mistake, she rode on the back of Vhagar's dragon and fulfilled her duties as a wife and dragon controller.

This old dragon is gliding at low altitude, with a pair of green wings that cover the sky and the sun, and is rampant and raging in the city.

With a determined look in her eyes, Lannar drove Vhagar to break through the port garrison and cut out a passage of flames.

Under such power, Colakxiu did not dare to get close and surrounded the flanks to provide support.

Vhagar roared repeatedly, his vertical pupils were full of indifference to war, and his huge body was like a killing machine.

Damon was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and laughed.

The scorpion crossbow fires a crossbow bolt, which bounces off when it hits its body, like a child throwing stones at an adult.

This old dragon finally returned to the battlefield he longed for.

Until then, she truly understood how Vhagar felt.

Corakxiu had a clear understanding of his mind, roared and rose into the sky, followed closely behind Vhagar and breathed out dragon flames.

“Hiss…”

In less than an hour, the stubborn garrison was defeated and the Maharaja's residence in the west of the city was surrounded.

“Lanna'er, go and assist the army in street fighting!”

“Dragon Flame!”

Lannaer lowered her body to protect the fetus in her belly.

Vhagar has a strong sense of war. The dragon's head is aimed at the eye-catching tower, spraying black smoke and dragon flames.

“Attack!”

Daemon looked anxious, urging his wife to stay away from the range of the scorpion crossbow.

The two giant dragons danced together, and their own morale soared, rushing into the city along the charred path after Vhagar's burning.

His wife inherited her cousin's mental agility and is much smarter than him.

I feel more and more worried every day, and my mood gradually becomes depressed.

Teams of garrison troops rushed up to the tower, aiming their scorpion crossbows at the giant dragon in the sky.

"Roar!"

Vhagar silenced his mournful wails and carried the driver across the narrow sea.

“Encircle and suppress city-states…”

Twenty or thirty years back, the owners of the two dragons were Aemon and Belron. They went on expeditions together all the year round and achieved an astonishing record in the "Battle of the Hundred Candles".

　　Displayed the ability to be given the name of the **** of war.

"Roar!"

Although Vhagar is older and his aging body has gradually become a burden, he still exerts unparalleled destructive power on the battlefield.

The power of time not only weakens its body, but also enhances its ability to survive.

Even the scales of a glutton before being strengthened are not as thick as it is.

　　After eight years of traveling around the Free Trade City, human couples are not the only ones who develop feelings for each other.

Within a moment, Tyrosh was in chaos!

At the age of 170, Vhagar's scales have gradually strengthened over time, becoming harder than steel.

The couple rode two giant dragons and soared over the city, destroying towers one after another.

Colaxue landed boldly and stomped on the front yard of the mansion.

Damon looked around. There was silence in the mansion, and it looked like the building was deserted.

boom!

The gate of the mansion was violently broken open, and soldiers filed in.

Damen had a sullen face and shouted coldly: "Search for me, don't let anyone alive!"

Maharaja Milov wrote insulting letters to him many times, and he must be roasted alive.

Terosi, a secluded beach on the east side.

“Move quickly.”

“Go quickly, or it will be too late.”

Hundreds of well-equipped mercenaries fled, led by Milov with stern eyes.

The mercenaries carried boxes of gold, silver and jewelry, and in the middle of the team were **** seven or eight wealthy people who were under house arrest.

Milov looked back at the city. The huge green dragon was circling like a mountain pressing on Tyrosh's head.

Milov swallowed his saliva and said with envy: "Damn it, why are there so many Targaryen dragons?"

I thought that there was only one Daemon attacking the city, and he could barely resist.

The Sea King of Braavos also sent him a message, asking him to defend the city-state and be supported by a fleet hidden in the narrow sea.

Shit!

The Sea King of Braavos was clearly tricking him and used him as a target to attract the Iron Throne's attention.

Being a mercenary, I know very well that you should run or run.

Hurrah, clack, clack…

The tide surged onto the beach, and several small sailboats were hidden outside the rocks.

“Get on the boat, don't lose my treasure and hostages!”

Mirov drew his knife and shouted, using his remaining intimidation to overwhelm his subordinates.

Suddenly, a pair of dark wings covered the sky, and the beach echoed with a bell-like roar.

Rhaegar looked down and saw at a glance that this was a mercenary absconding.

Looking towards the city, thick smoke was billowing after the fire. It seemed that the war was coming to an end.

“Dragon Flame!”

Lega said coldly.

The glutton's green vertical pupils are icy cold, and the dragon's kiss spurts out fierce dragon flames.

Zila…

The green dragon flames, like smoke and mist, fell to the ground, and those who touched them were instantly covered in flames, their flesh and blood scorched bit by bit, and burned into a charred corpse.

The mercenaries were wailing to their bones, not even thinking about escaping, and rolled around trying to extinguish the flames.

“Ah! It hurts so much!”

A mercenary whose upper body was stained with dragon flames ran and screamed, bumping into Milov like a headless fly. Milov was knocked all over, and the dragon flames instantly adhered to his leather armor and turned around to attach to his head and face.

“Asshole, what kind of fire is this!”

The tight skin burned with holes. Milov screamed miserably and fell to the ground, twitching like a maniac.

For a while, the flames burned through his skull, and the convulsions gradually stopped.

Boom—

The Gluttonous Eater landed on the ground, causing a large splash of gravel.

The remaining dozen mercenaries were frightened and looked up at the dragon in front of them with trembling legs.

The rich people have long been paralyzed on the ground, and men, women, old and young have wet their pants.

Screams surrounded his ears, and green flames swayed in his sight, as if he was in the seventh level of hell.

Rhaegar looked at it for a few times and said calmly: "Are you wealthy merchants from Tyrosh?"

The only one who can escape at this time is the king of Tyrosh.

Those who can be taken away are naturally the rich people in the city-state.

A bearded man nodded his head and said quickly: "Honorable Dragon King, we have money!"

“We also promise Black Swan to be loyal to you.”

The other person immediately added, fearing that he would be late and lose the chance.

The rest of the rich people rolled on their knees and knelt down, fearfully and anxiously bowed and surrendered.

With such a huge dragon in front of us, respect, honor and disgrace seem extremely fragile.

Rhaegar's eyes flickered and he said: "Don't worry, you are loyal to me, blood and fire will not fall on you."

Glancing at the trembling mercenaries, he said coldly: "You should do the same, abandon evil and turn to good, protect these people, and I will forgive your sins."

“Yes, the merciful Targaryen Dragon King!”

More than a dozen mercenaries knelt down in surprise, as if they had been given a new lease of life.

“You stay here and I will send someone to pick you up after I pass.”

Rhaegar had no time to waste, patted the dragon's back and flew towards the city.

Yulong crossed the beach and curled his lips unconsciously.

I thought the pigs I raised were slaughtered, but luckily there were a few lucky enough to survive.

On the other side, the entire western city of Tyrosh was captured.

The remaining 6,000 troops were divided into three groups.

Three thousand people captured Nancheng District, two thousand people captured Beicheng District, and the last thousand people were stationed in Xicheng District.

The residence of the army.

Vhagar destroyed most of the tower and slowly landed in the front yard of the mansion.

“Lannaer.”

Daemon immediately climbed off the dragon's back, his armor trembling as he walked towards Vhagar.

Lanna'er had a line of sweat on her forehead, unchained her shoulders, and climbed down on the ladder.

Before landing, Damon held his arms around his legs and back, and landed smoothly on the ground.

Looking at his wife whom he had not seen for a long time, Damon roughly pulled off his helmet and said hurriedly: "Lannaer, why are you here?"

Lanner had a complicated expression and stared at her husband without saying a word.

“Why don't you say anything?” Damon was confused.

Lanner looked disappointed and asked: "Damon, Rhaegar's military order is to besiege but not attack. How dare you start a war privately!?"

Damen frowned slightly and said displeasedly: "I blocked the news, who told you?"

“Damon, I am your wife!”

Seeing that her husband was ignoring her, Lanner broke out completely and argued: "My family lives and dies for you, do you think you can hide it from me?"

Damon became impatient and said in a deep voice: "I am fighting for honor, to win a territory that belongs to me and the child in your belly!"

“You only have honor and your pride in your eyes, don't use me and my children as bargaining chips!”

Lanner was disappointed and shouted emotionally: "For your pride, you are willing to sacrifice the soldiers who follow you. You are just for your own selfish desires."

Having been married for many years, she understands Damon's personality better than he does himself.

Tear open the aloof and majestic skin of the Prince Ranger, and you will see that deep down he is just a selfish, paranoid, and crazy bastard.

Sometimes they are not as sensible as a child.

Damon's anger surged. He caught a glimpse of his wife's violently heaving belly and said with force, "Whatever you say, I have already defeated Tyrosh."

"You finally made peace with the king. Have you ever thought about how to see your brother after this battle?"

Lannar gritted her teeth angrily, and her breathing became more rapid.

She was fed up with the wandering life and her husband was acting like a child asking for sweets.

It was quite cold, and a warm current flowed between my legs.

Lanner's face turned pale. She didn't care about the soldiers around her and reached into her skirt to fumble around.

When he took it out again, his fingers were stained with blood.

Damon immediately froze on the spot.

Lanner's pale lips trembled: “I feel like I'm about to give birth.”

In the past month, she has been restless and depressed.

Having an argument with Damon, my water broke.

Damon's expression changed drastically. He picked up Lanner and walked to the nearest attic. He shouted anxiously: "Go and call the bachelor who is accompanying the army, quickly!"

The soldiers did not dare to neglect and ran out of the mansion quickly.

Not long after, Glutton soared over Tyrosh, overlooking the chaos below.

Suddenly, a burst of emotional whine spread far away.

The glutton's green vertical pupils were indifferent and he followed the voice to the Maharaja's mansion in Xicheng District.

Rhaegar was startled for a moment and asked in confusion: "Vhagar?"

Vhagar's wails were full of sorrow, and he would never forget them after hearing them once.

“Glutton, get over here.”

Rhaegar frowned, feeling something was wrong.

The glutton turned around and soared away.

Soon, one person and one dragon landed outside the gate of the mansion.

"prince…"

The soldiers guarding the door brightened up and saluted and greeted each other.

Rhaegar nodded lightly and walked straight into the mansion.

As soon as he entered the door, Vhagar's huge body was very conspicuous, lying on a piece of ruins and whining constantly.

From a few hundred meters away, Rhaegar caught sight of Damon in front of the attic door.

　Daemon's face was gloomy and he was wandering around at a loss.

Rhaegar strode forward and was about to ask.

“Ah! Come out quickly...”

Across the door, Lanner's painful cry came out, with heartbreaking pain.

Rhaegar shuddered and choked on his words.

There is only one thought in my mind:

“It hurts so much to give birth!”

(End of this chapter)

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