Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 512

Chapter 512 Thrax recognizes his master!

Mainers reluctantly agreed.

Instruct the dragon-carrying man to imprison the two young dragons separately, and then take the little prince's hand into a dragon pit.

The tunnel connects to the outside world, with rough masonry underfoot.

Meka observed carefully, stepping on the damaged masonry, the surrounding area quickly turned into a cave.

Click!

Stephen lit a torch and walked carefully ahead to clear the way.

Menas looked bitter: "The young dragon is dormant, so it's best not to disturb it easily."

Hatchlings are also dragons.

Once angry, not ordinary people can bear it.

Meka was silent, blinking her big blue eyes, full of curiosity about everything around her.

Stephen made a movement and crushed a bone like a lamb rib.

Meka sniffed and wrinkled the tip of her nose: "I smell the scent of a dragon."

The lingering smell of sulfur, coupled with the rotten smell of accumulated dragon dung.

After one sip, it's hard to finish it in words.

“Next, be more careful.”

Mainers grabbed the little guy and advised Sir Stephen: "The young dragon is very ferocious, so don't approach it rashly."

He has already seen that the little prince is here to try to tame the dragon.

This scene seems to go back to more than ten years ago, when His Majesty entered the Dreamfire Lair for the first time.

Meenas people are middle-aged and do not want to have any more accidents.

Stephen's muscles tensed, the sword on his waist was half unsheathed, he kicked away the bones blocking the way and continued to move forward.

Meka stood between the two of them and said obediently: "I won't disturb it."

Not long.

The smell of dragons filled the air became stronger and stronger, and the torches swayed back and forth in the oxygen-scarce underground.

Meka held her breath and stared at the dark depths of the cave with her big eyes.

The outline of a dragon shadow is looming, and the chain shakes softly.

Through the dim light, you can vaguely see a big guy lying on the ground, surrounded by various leftovers.

A little further away, there were lumps of excrement that were dry and hard.

Like a stalactite stuck in the ground, it protected the young dragon in the middle.

“Don't be nervous.”

Meka took out a fire folder and boldly walked inside.

"prince…"

Stephen was shocked and wanted to reach out to stop him.

“Hush!” Meka reminded in a low voice, ducking sideways.

He felt it.

That big guy, the sleeping dragon suddenly wakes up.

“Hiss!”

As if receiving some kind of guidance, the dragon shadow in the depths suddenly sprang out, tugging at the chain and making a tense sound.

Meka stopped and stared at the angry beast hopefully.

A young dragon with silver-black scales all over its body, cyan scales on its side ridges, and mist-colored wing membranes.

Young dragons are not small in size, more than 7 meters long from head to tail, and they grow faster than their peers.

At this moment, the young dragon poked out a huge dragon head, opened its mouth and sprayed dragon flames at the stone wall.

“Hiss!”

The gray smoke-like dragon flames clung to the charred stone wall, scraping off a layer of stone skin.

Meka raised her hand to cover her face and stared at him unblinkingly with one blue eye.

“Keep calm, Thrax!”

Meenas walked out from behind, holding the little prince in one hand, and communicated in High Valyrian.

Stephen waved the torch and protected the two people behind him.

"Roar…"

Thrax roared low, and with the sound of chains scraping the ground, he climbed out of the crypt step by step with his wings on the ground.

There are still gray dragon flames stuck to the stone wall above the head, and the light in the cramped space is enhanced.

Thrax's vertical pupils were indifferent, and his fangs were as sharp as saw teeth, as he stared at the three people who suddenly broke in.

Meka was held under Menas's arm, and he struggled to poke his head out.

Soon, he saw clearly.

A silver-black dragon, the dragon's flame has a rare adhesion property.

The most important thing is.

The head of this young dragon is so big!

Meka's eyes widened as he looked repeatedly at the unusual young dragon.

The dragon's head is large and wide, like a steel gate with a spear.

There are no back scales to enhance flight ability, and there are dense thorns and horns growing on the back of the head, lower jaw, and dragon's neck.

At one glance, this young dragon was born to fight.

Mainers and Stephen looked nervous, staring at Thrax closely, and stepped back step by step.

Suddenly, Mekar shouted: "Thlax!"

The two adults broke out in cold sweats and were prepared for the young dragon to be angered.

Fortunately, in order to prevent the young dragons from fighting each other, the dragons in the dragon pit all wear shackles.

The shackles will only be released when Your Majesty is herding the dragons.

The little guy roared, which also alarmed Slax, who kept his cool.

Thrax blinked his eyelids slightly, his ferocious dragon head faced Meka, and his amber vertical pupils showed a hint of suspicion.

Mekar broke free from the restraints, trotted towards the young dragon, stretched out a hand: "Thlax, you belong to me!"

“Ga?”

Thlax was cautious and retreated a distance.

Meka was so courageous that she rushed directly to the young dragon and looked up at him: "Follow me and leave the dragon's lair."

Thrax lowered his head, his vertical pupils meeting his head.

One person and one dragon looked at each other, and a weak connection gradually emerged.

Meka bit her lower lip, her eyes bright.

Father said that to tame a dragon, you have to be bold.

Either you are riding on a dragon, or the dragon is riding on your head.

Thrax relaxed his vigilance, and the dragon's head dropped little by little until it was parallel to Mekar.

Inheriting the bloodline of Mogul, its dragon head is particularly large.

Three times the size of a normal baby dragon.

Meka stood in front of it, opened the dragon's snout slightly and could swallow it in one bite.

However, Thrax didn't do that.

Smelling the familiar smell, Thrax fell into some kind of memory, and the irritability of being awakened quietly disappeared.

The amber vertical pupils represent the disappearance of animalistic anger and cruelty.

Instead, there was a cute boy with short platinum hair and blue eyes.

Meka shivered unconsciously, feeling an inexplicable connection in her heart.

The resilience of this connection increases rapidly as one person and one dragon look at each other.

“Slax.”

Meka murmured, his eyes dim.

"Hiss!" Thrax stood up boldly, the giant dragon's kiss approached, its fangs pierced through the clothes, and picked up Meka's whole body.

The dragon's neck was turned back, Meka's legs were spread apart, and he was riding firmly on the dragon's back.

“Wait, the chains…”

Meenas' expression changed, and he saw that the young dragon was planning to leave the dragon pit.

“Hiss!”

Thrax didn't care at all, spitting out a gray dragon flame on the chain that bound his hind legs.

Zilazila…

The dragon flame quickly attached itself, melting the bowl-thick chain into molten iron.

Soon, the mist-colored dragon wings spread out.

Meka lay on the dragon's back, tightening her short legs and blushing with excitement: "Thlax, fly!"

The command was spoken in a pure accent with a binding spell.

Thrax understood instantly, his huge body knocked over Menas and Stephen, and flew while running in the narrow tunnel.

The dragon's wings scraped along the way, knocking down a lot of gravel.

Meka held her head in her hands, her scaly little **** aching.

However, the little guy was not afraid or afraid of pain.

He was smiling, with his mouth wide open.

“Thlax, charge!”

“Hiss!”

Thrax rushed out of the tunnel in one breath, and the silver-black dragon body was like a chariot, crashing through the bonfire in front of the dragon pit.

At this moment, the emotions of Blizzard and Ilagas have stabilized, and each side is standing still.

As soon as Thrax appeared on the scene, the confrontation between the two dragons was instantly broken.

Without waiting for two dragons to move, Slax's disregard of the Dragon's obstruction and patted his wings and flew out of the bronze door.

The night is deep and the moon is bright.

Thrax flew into the sky, with Mekar's startled cheers on his back.

Meka chuckled happily, subconsciously hugging the dragon's neck, overlooking King's Landing under the night.

“Dragon Flame!”

With a command, gray dragon flames sprayed out.

Mekar was so excited that she circled the dragon's lair several times with Thrax in her arms.

He knew that Balerion would not lie to a child.

If the dark red dragon egg cannot hatch into a baby dragon, then tame one yourself.

From now on, he is also a great dragon knight.

Dragon's lair.

A large number of dragon guards were alarmed and ran out of the gate one after another, looking at the young dragons soaring in the night sky.

Mainers leaned on his bamboo stick and jumped out, looking up to the sky and sighing: "It's okay, okay, the little prince is fine."

　　His Majesty's lesson last time caused him to lose a foot.

It's not good to have a second time.

Stephen clutched his chest, his face pale: "Hurry up and inform the Red Castle, don't let the queen worry."

The impact Thrax had received was not a light one.

Wiping the edges, I almost vomited out my dinner.

　　Red Fort.

Rhaenyra said goodbye to Elaina and lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

A sharp dragon roar sounded, catching her attention.

Get out of bed, stand in front of the window and look far away.

On the hills of Rhaenys, clusters of fire lit up.

A dragon shadow that perfectly blends into the night passes through the dark clouds, carrying a silver-haired little boy soaring.

“Meka!?”

Rhaenyra's eyes widened, recognizing her child immediately.

The next day, Mills.

Rhaegar was shirtless, sitting on the desk, writing and ink facing the first ray of sunshine in the morning.

The huge glazed floor-to-ceiling windows are right in front of you, and you can clearly see the beautiful scenery outside the Governor's Mansion.

After several years of rectification, Mill has officially entered a period of strength.

Various handicraft industries flourished, and the port collected a large amount of tax revenue.

Backed by thousands of miles of fertile wilderness in the disputed land, large and small plantations, farmland, and orchards have been developed.

Easily feed millions of people in the city-state.

On the dotted streets, fruit farmers and vendors can be seen everywhere, bargaining and doing business.

Overturn the slavery and oppression of the past.

Rhaegar glanced at it, not showing much interest, and continued writing the message.

　　Opening the half-written letter in hand, there are three enveloped letters beside the table.

Shuashuashua…

The quill paused for a moment, and the letter was signed at the end.

Rhaegar stuffed it into the envelope and smiled with satisfaction.

There were four letters in total, sent by ravens to Winterfell and White Harbor in the north, and to the Eyrie and Seagull Town in the Vale.

To put it briefly and concisely, White Harbor and Seagull Town were told to send patrol ships to monitor every move in Braavos.

Winter City and Eagle's Nest City, as lords, need to pay attention to this matter.

A war against Volantis is about to begin.

Sometimes, the agreement is just a piece of waste paper.

The Braavos family is rich and has to be guarded against.

“The use of White Harbor and Seagull Town to contain Braavos may be more of a deterrent effect than a real one.”

Rhaegar analyzed carefully and replaced the quill in his hand with a carving knife.

Choose a piece of stone, imitate the inscription on the space necklace, and carefully compile it.

He has never fallen behind in his stone carving skills.

On the round wooden desk used for office use, one can visit the sculptures by category.

The most conspicuous group among them is actually the damaged map of the Land of Changxia.

You can clearly find the collapsed Fourteenth Fire Peak, as well as the vast plains that must be fertile in the Land of Long Summer.

At a corner near the sea, a dragon-shaped stone sculpture suddenly stopped.

Look carefully, the dragon head of the stone sculpture looks like Balerion.

The area covered by the stone carvings is exactly the Targaryen land marked by the exiled Aenar.

Rhaegar has repeatedly investigated.

That area is located in a remote area, adjacent to the Gulf of Sorrow, and should not have been completely destroyed.

If necessary, one may not be able to return to the family land and retrieve some of the inheritance left by the ancestors.

For example, special minerals, resurrecting orchids, etc.

The carving knife carefully carves, and the stone is carved with an inscription, which sparkles slightly.

Rhaegar became more serious and held his breath.

Each time the knife falls, make sure it is not one point lighter, let alone one point heavier.

The water conveys the magic power of fire in a steady stream.

(End of this chapter)

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