Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 410

Chapter 410 Dragon King Family—Fiznik

The narrow sea.

A huge black dragon flashed past, its broad wings blowing away the continuous white clouds.

The dragon flew across the disputed lands and entered the waters ruled by Myr.

“Glutton, slow down.”

Rhaegar looked at the city-state in the distance, his eyes dull and solemn.

Mir, which is built on the coast, is now seeing billowing smoke, and the smell of burning can be smelled for miles around.

"Roar…"

Glutton's green vertical eyes are cold, he dives into the cool clouds, and his huge body glides at low altitude against the waves.

Evaluation: "Otherworldly, an ode to the new era."

Glutton didn't show too much and circled the entire Myr before finally landing in the central area.

　　Wow!

Suddenly, the whole Myr was boiling.

There is no particular reason, just because of one thing.

Wherever the dragon flames fell, the ragged locals fled in confusion.

As the dragon fell to the ground, the hearts of countless Myrs were in their throats.

During the ancient Valyrian period, did the top dragon king families discover this and cultivate dragon-born warriors?

Gluttony understood instantly and roared into the sky above Mir. Smoke-like green dragon flames covered the originally blue sky.

The glutton is extremely fast, approaching Myr in a matter of seconds.

The bloodline transformed into a dragonborn, there were too many subtle changes, and Rhaegar was in urgent need of the corresponding knowledge foundation.

I saw a huge scarlet dragon hovering over the city-state, its broad wings sweeping the strong wind, and it frequently swooped and sprayed dragon flames.

“Hiss…”

After all, the Valyrians are best at the magic of blood and fire.

The bloodline is continuously purified, and then transformed into a dragonborn.

Blood Witchcraft: Black Stone (Blue), Blessing Charm (Blue)…

Silently calling up the Explorer panel to check it out, Rhaegar couldn't help but look forward to it.

Rhaegar never took his eyes off Myr, who was so close.

A pair of jet-black wings that looked like crawling out of hell, containing the smell of death.

The strong **** cut through the sea, causing large waves to splash.

Rhaegar glanced at it and had an idea in his mind.

Boom—

“Glutton.”

The next best thing is to gain a better understanding of the bloodline of the ancient Valyrian Dragon King.

After receiving the news of the riot in Mir, he rushed back as soon as possible.

He needs more theoretical knowledge and dragon control experience from the Dragon King family.

Relics: Blood and Fire, Vision of Dreams…

　　【Rhaegar Targaryen】

Rhaegar patted the dragon on the back to express his thoughts.

The glutton roared, and his hot breath blew away the mobs who had no time to escape.

Rhaegar looked up at the sound.

runes: Bronze (green), Ouroboros (blue)

Special city-state has unearthed a large cave that is suspected to be the ruins of the Dragon King, which is a piece of cake in the sky.

　　Whether they were civilians or slaves, they all knelt down devoutly and worshiped the gods of their faith.

Melias hovers in a circle, surrounding an area in the center of Myr.

“The riots continue.”

Even a complete system of practice books on blood witchcraft and pyromancer.

There is the location of the Governor's Palace.

Talent: Dreamer (gold)

Handline: Dragonborn (54%)

The loud roar of the dragon echoed throughout the city-state, full of anger and warning.

In an instant, the entire city-state fell into silence and fell into inexplicable fear.

The glutton's green vertical eyes are contemptuous, his feet step on the edge of the ruins, and he lowers his head for the driver to step down.

Rhaegar was wearing a black robe and carrying a real fire around his waist, overlooking the devastated city.

The rioters retreated into corners, burying their heads and not daring to move.

The giant dragon did not spit out a breath of dragon flames at them, but its intimidating power had already been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

The moment the glutton appeared, the mob was still obsessed with it.

Rhaegar didn't mind helping them remember Deathwing's horror.

“Hiss…”

Melias roared loudly, flapped his wings and suddenly landed on the ground.

In the dust stirred up, Rhaenys was wearing red armor and her face was full of color.

Two giant dragons landed, and the city that had been in chaos a moment ago fell silent.

There was a sound of neat running, and hundreds of fearless people wearing black armor blocked the city area.

With a condescending gaze, Rhaegar noticed that the location of the former governor's palace had been reduced to ruins, and a wide and deep underground pit was exposed inside.

The rioters in the city seemed to be heading towards the pit.

Rhaegar stepped off the dragon's back, looked at Rhaenys and asked, "Auntie, what is going on?"

Rhaenys frowned and said angrily: "Someone spread the word that there is the Dragon King's treasure in the pit."

Soon, he explained his experience in a concise and concise way.

The old aristocracy instigated riots, and some people provided weapons for the rioters.

The rebels took advantage of the night and killed the patrolling Dauntless squad, stole the catapults and artillery used for city defense, and intended to destroy the Governor's Mansion with both men and dragons.

Under the indiscriminate bombardment, the Governor's Mansion collapsed, exposing a deep pit buried underground.

Someone among the rioters spread the word that the treasure of the ancient Valyrian Dragon King was hidden in the deep pit.

Whoever finds it can possess countless wealth and tame a magic dragon.

Hear the words.

Rhaegar looked unkindly and glanced at the hundreds of people kneeling beside the ruins.

Thinking with your toes, this city-wide riot must be attributable to the three female national remnants.

The only partner that can provide a large amount of weapons is Braavos, which is far away in the upper half of the narrow sea.

“The maritime power is still weak.”

Rhaegar was dissatisfied with his own firepower.

On the continent of Westeros, there are only a few fleets such as Velaryon, Redwyne, Manderly, and so on.

After the Battle of the Narrow Sea, the fleet of House Velaryon was severely weakened, but it was still capable of garrisoning Lys. The rest of the fleets, like those of the Hightower, Lannister, and Celtigar families, were still somewhat reluctant to patrol the Stepstone Islands.

Overall, there is more than enough success but not enough progress.

Rhaegar sighed and asked curiously: "What's going on in the pit? Has anyone ever been in it?"

“Yes!” Rhaenys said with a bad look on her face, “Many greedy mobs rushed into the pit, and…”

It stopped abruptly mid-sentence.

An angry look appeared on his brows, but his words couldn't come out of his mouth, as if he had something to hide.

Rhaegar frowned slightly and planned to step forward to check the pit.

"Roar…"

The glutton's green vertical pupils are alert, the dragon's tail swings in front of the driver, and pulls the person back twice.

The next second.

“Hiss…”

In the deep pit, a sharp scream came out, echoing melodiously like water waves.

Rumble —

Along with the chaotic noise, a bloodthirsty giant insect with a scarlet body and a snake-like neck crawled out of the pit.

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows, not expecting to see Corakxiu here.

Corakxiu's eyes were cruel, his dragon's kiss tore at the **** flesh, and his broad wings fluttered with choking smoke.

Da da da…

In the dust, a figure in black walked out slowly.

Rega watched silently, with a hint of coolness in his eyes.

No wonder Rhaenys was reluctant to speak. It turned out that Daemon took the opportunity to sneak in.

It seems that the pain of losing his son has healed, and he ran out to show his presence again.

He waved to the nearest fearless man, and a spear fell into his hand.

“Uncle, I'll give you a little gift!”

Rhaegar's voice was warm and the corners of his mouth curled up.

With a wave of his hand, the spear was thrown like a meteor, accurately targeting the figure in the dust.

As for whether he will die, it depends on whether Stranger can accept him.

Tyroshi was not fooling around enough and went to his territory to run wild.

boom-

The spear was fast and accurate, flying straight into the dust.

“Hiss…”

Colakxiu was the first to sense danger and emit a penetrating, piercing cry.

The black-clothed figure dodged, and the spear grazed his head and passed dangerously.

The tip of the spear plunged into the ruins with a thud, and the wooden spear shaft exploded under the force.

“Hmm, you are really lucky.”

Rhaegar saw it clearly and couldn't help but snorted.

There was a burst of applause in the dust, and the figure gradually revealed its true appearance.

Damon walked out with steady steps and said with a carefree smile: "Nephew, you almost killed my uncle."

On the left side of his face, a large **** was scratched, with traces of blood oozing out.

Had I not been good at it and dodged quickly, I'm afraid the spear would have been nailed to the face.

Rhaegar looked disappointed and said regretfully: "Uncle, it's a pity that you are still alive."

　　He is just like a **** stirrer. Wherever there is excitement, there is no one like him.

　　Why isn't there a spear nailed to death in the ruins?

During the conversation, he saw Damon holding something in his hand.

　　Two heavy books were tucked under the armpit of his left arm, and he was dragging a dragon egg in his right hand.

Rhaegar's eyes narrowed.

The book is unremarkable, with a cover painting of a giant red dragon wearing a crown.

The dragon egg is scarlet all over, its shell is covered with a layer of gravel, and it has become a fossil.

Feeling the gaze of his good nephew, Damon weighed the fossil dragon eggs twice and said calmly: "Do you like it? There are many in the pit, and they are all carried in the arms of the rioters."

“Is the underground really a ruins of the Dragon King?”

Ignoring the teasing tone in his voice, Rhaegar only cared about the important points.

Damon nodded and said: "Yes, there is a Dragon King family named "Fizznik", and half of the land in Myr was once owned by them."

As he spoke, he walked to Colakxiu's side.

The Dauntless moved quickly and surrounded them with spears in hand.

Damon's expression remained unchanged, completely ignoring the dozens of fearless ones.

“Hiss!”

Colakshu stretched his neck and roared at any small insect that dared to come within ten feet.

Those who are fearless are like facing a powerful enemy, holding back their fear and not taking a step back.

Dimon glanced at it and commented: "Not bad."

One person and one dragon stand next to each other, giving a full sense of intimidation.

“Get down.”

Rhaegar came to his senses and waved his hand.

Damon looked calm and said: "This ruins is one of the shelters left by the Fitznick family. It's a pity that it is not used. There are many good things in it."

“Will you leave it to me?”

Rhaegar looked at him with distrust.

Damon smiled: "Whatever you think, I have already got what I wanted."

After saying that, he quickly climbed onto the dragon's back and stuffed the two precious books into his arms.

Rhaegar stared sharply at his good uncle's chest.

Tell him directly that Damon has caught something good.

Experience tells him that knowledge is wealth.

"Roar…"

Glutton roared, his green vertical pupils stared at Colakxiu, exuding a terrifying aura like a dark cloud over the city.

Rhaegar pursed his lips and smiled, a smile hiding danger.

　　What do you think he is if he takes something and wants to leave?

Colakxiu lowered his neck vigilantly and let out a low warning growl from his throat, always on guard against the dragon-eating species.

The two giant dragons faced each other **** for tat, and the surrounding air seemed to drop to zero degrees.

In the end, Damon gave in and threw the dragon egg fossil to his nephew. He said awkwardly: "I borrowed the book. I will return it to you after reading it."

Lega easily caught the dragon egg fossil, and his dangerous smile faded away.

Waving his hand like a fly, he did not forget to warn: "Be careful about the knowledge in the book and send it back in seven days!"

(End of this chapter)

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