Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 518

Chapter 518 The new Dragon King in Slaver's Bay?

Three days later, the **** dragon's lair.

“His!”

Thrax was running rampant, the chain around his neck flapping and ringing.

Several dragon men held bamboo sticks and shouted nervously: "Stop! Thrax!"

Boom—

Thrax's anger rose, and he opened his **** mouth and spit out dragon flames.

Smoke-like gray dragon flames came out and attacked the liar flying in the air.

“Hiss…”

The deceiver screamed loudly, flapped his dragon wings to avoid it, and spat out dragon flames to resolve it.

When attacking, the dragon's tail like a scorpion's needle straightens and trembles slightly.

As if sensing something, the deceiver dodges left and right, barely escaping the attack every time.

Thlax struck steadily, the gray dragon flame gradually spread, constantly shrinking the opponent's dodge range.

For a time, the two young dragons were in an inextricable fight.

“Fly, Thrax!”

Meka put one hand on her hip and put the other hand in a trumpet shape to her mouth.

boom-

Rhaegar kicked him on his raised little buttocks and said seriously: "Don't interrupt, let the two dragons compete by themselves."

Meka's little face fell, and she shrank back.

Rhaenyra was beside her, as were her two brothers and sister Baela.

The family stood on the edge of the dragon's lair, watching the fight between the young dragons.

“His!”

Thrax roared and lunged at the liar in mid-air, revealing a pair of thick fangs.

The gray dragon flames spread for more than ten meters, forming a dense mist.

The liar touched a bit of dragon flame, screamed as he was burned, and threw himself into the encirclement to escape.

Thrax arrived in an instant, knocked the liar down from mid-air, pinned him to the floor and tore him apart.

“Stop the fight!”

Suddenly, the binding spell appeared on time.

Rhaegar didn't know when he was approaching, so he drew out his dragon-taming whip and wrapped it around Thrax's dragon neck.

“His!”

Thrax was about to finish his sentence when he was forced to interrupt the attack and roared angrily.

Rhaegar ignored him and motioned to the onlookers: "Drag him back to the dragon pit!"

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

The people of Huanlong did not dare to neglect. They pulled the chains around Thrax's neck and knocked the bamboo sticks on the floor to make an orderly crisp sound to appease him.

After struggling for a long time, Slax calmed down and left reluctantly.

“Hiss?”

The liar who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead quietly opened his eyes, confirmed that the big-headed dragon was not there, and flew away alive and kicking.

Rhaegar smiled faintly and commented: "It is also a strange dragon."

The dragon's character is all kinds of strange.

It is not unreasonable for a young dragon who is timid and loves to cause trouble.

Happily it was hatched in a cradle. If it had been on Dragonstone, it would have been killed by gluttons.

Looking back, the two sons were quarreling with each other.

Mekar raised his head high and looked at people with his nostrils: "Thlax has won!"

Aemon looked stinky and said unhappily: "The liar can't fly high in the dragon's lair, so try it in the wild."

The root of the dragon fight is that two young dragons are walking on their own, and the deceitful spirit insists on biting the other's tail.

once once again angered Thrax, and chased after the dragon regardless of the dragon man's obstruction.

Rhaegar picked up his youngest son Mekar and said with a smile: "Stop arguing, I'm better."

“Not ashamed.”

Aemon was dejected and kicked away the pebbles at his feet.

In comparison, Meka was slimy and hugged Rhaegar's neck: "Father, take me to ride a dragon and go out to play."

The two brothers have very distinct personalities.

Maybe Meka won!

Rhaegar smelled the milky scent of his youngest son and felt happy: "Okay, but we have to change the time."

“Pull the hook.” Meka tilted her head and stretched out her white little fingers.

"no problem."

Rhaegar didn't think it was childish, it was just a child's play.

He lowered his head and was stunned.

Berlon and Eamonn:…

The two brothers pursed their lips, looking betrayed, and stared at their father and younger brother with hot eyes.

　　This is not how my father treats them.

"Forehead…"

Rhaegar looked a little embarrassed, holding his little son and turning away from him.

The so-called teaching students in accordance with their aptitude means that each son has a different way of discipline.

Berron is the eldest son and has stricter requirements for him.

Eamonn was a bad boy, one dozen every seven days and one dozen every three days.

Meka is very well-behaved.

A person can sit in a corner and watch ants crawling for a whole day without crying or making a fuss.

Appears to have inherited some precognitive talent, a bit like Helena's nagging voice when she was a child.

Rhaegar inevitably had some preferences.

“Father, let me down.”

Meka twisted her small waist and broke away from the embrace like a fat maggot.

Rhaegar touched his head, and then used a bowl of water to rub the heads of his eldest son and second son.

The two brothers have grown faces and feel quite accomplished.

Rhaenyra's eyes were full of soft light, immersed in the warm moment of her family.

　Good things are always short-lived.

Johanna looked in a hurry and came over holding a piece of letter paper.

"What happened?"

Rhaenyra stepped forward to greet him, guessing that something big was going on.

Johanna glanced at Rhaegar and said urgently: "Urgent report from Slaver's Bay. The remnants of the Three Women's Kingdom have formed an alliance with the Good Lord to block the Sea of Smoke and spread the news that there is a dragon in it."

Rhaegar listened silently, not anxious.

The case of dragons in the misty sea has been speculated by the world as early as when Mogul appeared.

The fishermen discovered that there were baby dragons in the Yanhai Sea, and the news spread a lot.

Because the small fleet of the Velaryon family patrolled the Sea of Smoke, and the Sea of Smoke was full of dangers, there had been no major setbacks.

Rhaenyra thought so too and asked Johanna to be practical.

　　Johanna handed over the letter and said solemnly: "According to some small slave owners, many slaves with Valyrian blood volunteered to join a team that entered the Sea of Smoke to search for dragons."

Fearing that the news would not be taken seriously, he added: "There are many dragon species among them, and some people even rumored that they are descendants of a certain Dragon King family."

“They still want to tame a dragon?”

Rhaegar sneered: "Slaver's Bay is not afraid of following in the footsteps of the Three Bitch Kingdoms."

No wonder, who can resist the temptation to become a dragon knight?

Rhaenyra raised her thin eyebrows and asked, "Are there really descendants of the Dragon King family?"

“It's hard to distinguish between true and false.”

Johanna shook her head and said rationally: "The doomsday catastrophe was more than two hundred years ago, which is enough for six or seven generations to pass on the incense. Even if there are descendants of the Dragon King, the blood has long been diluted." What's more, as long as Valei has silver hair and purple eyes, Leah bloodline, with the surname of a Dragon King family, has the feasibility of claiming it.

“A bunch of bastards!”

Rhaegar showed no mercy and walked into the dragon pit where the glutton lay dormant.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, anyone who dares to impersonate the Dragon King family will never be forgiven.

Slaver's Bay If you dare to touch the dragon's beard, be prepared for blood and fire.

As soon as he left, the others were left standing there stunned.

Johanna sighed and reported the loss: "The merchant ship that Reese sent to Slaver's Bay for trading was impounded, and the goods excluding the profits are also valuable."

Rhaenyra only felt a headache: "First stop the maritime trade in the east and raise as much food and grass as possible."

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Johanna came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

Rhaenyra fell into deep thought. The family dispute between Daemon and Lannar was no longer important. Foreign war was the core.

"Mother."

Mekar's voice was soft, and she took Rhaenyra's hand and shook it.

Rhaenyra lowered her head.

She found that Bellon and other children were looking at her, their eyes shining with anticipation for fighting.

“Hiss…”

A rough roar came from the dragon pit behind him.

Syracuse raised his dragon head high, supported the ground with his topaz-like wings, and crawled out slowly.

The vertical pupils were full of restlessness, staring at the driver who was also upset.

Rhaenyra pursed her lips and raised her hand to touch Syrax's jaw.

After a while.

A huge dragon as black as coal rushed out of the dragon's lair and soared in the direction of Tyrosh.

Not long after, a dark flock of ravens flew out of Pingding Tower.

Sharp quacking sounds, mixed and orderly across the narrow sea.

The horn of war is about to sound.

Half of the nobles of Westeros are destined to embrace a sleepless night.

The strange wave broke up the peace that lasted for several years.

All the noble lords who were notified were ready to go and mobilize their troops.

In the blink of an eye, two days passed.

The summer sea.

Specific location, the vast sea area between Volantis and the Sea of Smoke.

The scorching sun is high in the sky, and water mist is steaming from the blue sea.

Located in a tropical climate, temperatures are very extreme.

The sea breeze is very hot, like waves of heat waves hitting the beach.

Fish swim freely on the bottom of the sea, coming out of the sea to take a breath from time to time.

Dong dong dong!

On the sea, bursts of cheering drums could be heard.

Ten warships equipped with scorpion crossbows and flying fierce tiger-head flags sailed, carrying 1,500 expensive elite mercenaries.

Go to the Sea of Smoke and join the blockade fleet in Slaver's Bay.

If possible, intercept House Velaryon's small patrol boats.

On the deck, the mercenaries watched the drum beating.

A young mercenary with rough skin and lean body approached the regiment leader and muttered: "Captain, is there really a dragon in the Yanhai Sea?"

"have no idea."

The young mercenary asked again: "Are the dragons in Slaver's Bay real or fake?"

"do not ask me."

The young mercenary scratched his head: "Captain, let's go to the Sea of Smoke. We won't encounter a dragon, right?"

　　After a pause, he added: "Brothers are not sure, please tell me exactly how to fight the battle."

Being a mercenary is just to make money.

Don't throw your life in the dragon's mouth for gold.

"No…"

The mercenary captain was accustomed to refuse, but the words suddenly stuck in his throat.

His eyes widened and his pupils trembled as he stared into the distance.

The next second.

"dragon!"

“There is a dragon, find cover quickly!”

With a lifetime of frightened roars, the mercenaries lay down on the deck quickly and violently.

However, it was too late.

“Dragon flame! Dream fire!”

A light blue giant dragon descended from the sky, and the dragon's flames splashed like sea water pouring in.

Boom—

The dragon flames hit the hull of the ship, instantly engulfing the mercenaries on the deck, and bursts of shrill wails broke out.

“Counterattack, prepare the scorpion crossbow!”

Someone shouted loudly and turned the winch of the Scorpion Crossbow.

In the sky, four dragon shadows flashed.

Rhaegar was wearing a black robe and his face was as cold as frost: "Leave no one behind!"

Glutton swooped down, the wings of death enveloped half of the warships, and the green dragon flames instantly filled the entire place.

Encountering mercenaries covered in dragon flames, they didn't even have a chance to scream.

Eyes, ears, mouth and nose were all necrotic, and they were burned into mummies inch by inch, starting from the scalp.

Finally, it turns into mud.

the other side.

Daemon wears black steel armor and a red cloak.

Colacxiu screamed loudly, like a harsh radar detection, and continuously spewed out scarlet dragon flames.

“Vhagar, Dragon Flame!”

The old giant dragon flew out from the side, spitting black smoke and dragon flames, setting off an endless storm.

Lannar was half lying on the saddle and glanced coldly at Damon, who was deliberately avoiding him.

Four giant dragons are dispatched, enough to destroy any town.

"ah!…"

“It hurts so much, jumping into the sea is useless…”

Ten brand new warships and a mercenary group of less than 2,000 men.

In just a quarter of an hour, it sank into the sea to feed the fish.

Rhaegar sat on the back of a dragon, looking at a scrawled chart without looking down.

The chart has simple lines, depicting the upper and lower Narrow Sea, Volantis, the Sea of Smoke and Slaver's Bay.

At the bottom of the design, there are a few lines of ugly small words written in some Valyrian dialect.

【Good Lord...Fitznick...Revival Family...】

【Alliance...Qohor...】

(End of this chapter)

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