Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 519

Chapter 519: A bunch of dragonless bastards

 Afternoon, temporary residence.

 A flat, barren mountain with no grass growing for dozens of miles, and hot wind mixed with gravel blowing all the time.

Vhagar's cloudy vertical pupils narrowed slightly, his huge body lying lazily on the ridge, and his throat was strong enough to run a horse, and a low roar came out from time to time.

 The sky is long and cloudless.

 Three giant dragons of different colors hover, guarding the three sheepskin tents below.

boom-

 Inside the tent, a rough map was photographed on the table.

Lega held the table with both hands and said seriously: "A detailed map of the Land of Changxia, plus information on a known descendant of the Dragon King family."

He touched an illustration of a crowned red dragon with his finger and licked his lips: "It's a pretty big mess, isn't it?"

On both sides of the table, three dragon masters gathered together.

 “Fitznik! A family known today!”

Damen's eyes were piercing and his voice was deep: “Among the forty Dragon King families, there are only a few that are still remembered by the world.”

After saying this, the uncle and nephew looked at each other and said nothing.

Rhaegar touched the space necklace. The sun pendant was engraved with a crowned red dragon.

Daemon glanced at the pitch-black soft whip in his nephew's hand, recalling the binding spell he had mastered in his mind.

 All of this comes from the Fitznick family.

Rhaegar was the first to express his position, and said in a tone that could not be questioned: "There can only be one dragon king family in the world, and that is the Targaryen!"

 If there is a nephew, there must be an uncle.

Damon immediately agreed, with a cold voice: "We have four people and four dragons. I propose to go straight to Slaver's Bay tomorrow morning and burn that dirty place to the ground."

 The uncle and nephew reached a consensus, and their opinions were surprisingly unanimous.

There are two main reasons for Targaryen's longevity.

 1. The dragon that reproduces slowly.

  2. Unique noble bloodline.

　　When ancient Valyria was not yet destroyed, the Targaryens were only a middle-to-lower dragon king family.

 After the doomsday catastrophe, the remaining Dragon King families were destroyed one by one.

As the only survivor, the Targaryen family rose to the top of the world.

 A newly revived Dragon King family will shake the Targaryen rule from the very roots.

Looking at the uncle and nephew who had a tacit understanding, Lanner frowned and analyzed rationally: "The authenticity of the news is still unknown, so it is not wise to attack without permission."

 “This is not a question of truth or falsehood, idiot!”

Daemon was not polite and retorted: "If anyone dares to bear the name of the Dragon King family, Targaryen's prestige will fall to the bottom."

What's more, the Fitznick family is not the recorded Dragon King family.

Before the appearance of the semi-ruins of Myr, no one had heard of this surname.

The uncle and nephew kept the secret very well, and it never spread as far as Slaver's Bay on the eastern continent of Essos.

 There must be a reason for news to spread.

 Lanner's eyes were unkind and she turned her head away in disgust.

 Helena, who had been quiet all the time, looked back and forth and hugged herself silently.

  She felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere, and her sensitive nerves were a little tense.

"take a break."

Rhaegar noticed it and took off his black robe and put it on his sister.

"I'm okay."

Helena shrank her shoulders, feeling the warmth of care, and expressed her doubts: "Where did the news come from? A Dragon King family with a stable inheritance will not remain anonymous for centuries?"

After the Doomsday Catastrophe, Targaryen took root on Dragonstone for decades and went through several generations of changes.

 Until the Black Death, Balerion, grows to be one hundred years old and enters the threshold of adult dragon.

Merasis and Vhagar found their masters one after another, and they reached the age of being useful.

It took the Conqueror and his sisters to start the war.

Bringing the Targaryen and Valyrian bloodline into the spotlight of the world.

 The question is very critical. Lanner looked at Damon with suspicion.

Damon had a cold face, avoiding his first wife's eyes and staring directly at his good nephew.

His eyes have not yet reached Slaver's Bay.

Rhaegar was also unambiguous and said frankly: "The news came from the red-robed priestess of the Red Temple. Her followers caught a large number of them in Meereen."

That is a very difficult woman who knows some weird tricks.

When Volantis was selecting the Councilors to be stationed in the Tower in Lys, the Red Priestess was on the shortlist.

Rhaegar didn't like the witch and secretly kicked her away.

Damon sneered and said with a foul mouth: "Great, there really is a **** dragon king!"

 It doesn't matter whether Fitznick's bloodline is true or false.

 The remnants of the Dragon King who have no dragons are all regarded as bastards.

Rhaegar raised his eyelids and said: "According to the information, there is a hybrid dragon king who calls himself Fizznik and has been entertained by the Good Lord of Meereen. It is said that he is a herdsman."

 “Are there any family members?”

Helena's eyes were empty and her voice was light.

Rhaegar nodded: "Yes, the whole family was connected to the Great Pyramid of Meereen, and one girl became the concubine of the Good Lord."

 “As expected of a bastard!” Damon continued to have a bad mouth.

“Stop talking nonsense.” Lannar was a little stimulated and speeded up the conversation: “A fake family is not worth mentioning. The key is the wild young dragon in the sea of ​​smoke.”

Rhaegar agreed very much: "The young dragon has not come out of the Sea of ​​Smoke, but someone wants to occupy the Sea of ​​Smoke to catch the dragon."

The warships of Slaver's Bay have blocked the Sea of ​​Smoke, and have sent out the first batch of dragon species of unknown origin to look for the young dragons.

Daemon grabbed the right to speak: "I propose that we go to Meereen and burn the Great Pyramid first to eliminate the troubles of the **** Dragon King."

 “The counterfeit is greedy for life and afraid of death, and it is not worth the dragon's risk.”

Lannar knew very well that the Good Master Sect must be on guard against the city-state, so she reasonedly said: "We don't have a fleet, so we should first use the dragon to destroy the fleet blocking the Sea of ​​Smoke and cut off the way for the dragon species to enter the Sea of ​​Smoke."

Even if the fake Dragon King is real, he is just an ordinary person if he doesn't go into the sea of ​​smoke to look for the dragon.

Eradicate the enemy's wings first, and then wait for the sea power of Westeros to arrive, then it will be time to annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop.

boom-

"Foolish woman!" Daemon slapped the table and sarcastically said: "Fame is more important than a baby dragon."

Helena listened attentively, and was startled by the sudden sound of slamming the table, her pretty face turned pale.

 Since she was a child, she has seen her father and mother at odds with each other, which left a certain psychological shadow on her.

 The quarrel between Damon and Lannal made her nervous.

Rhaegar glared at his good uncle with dissatisfaction, hugged the weak and boneless Helena, and made a decision: "Early tomorrow morning, we will gather together to destroy the defense line of Yanhai."

“After that, wait for the fleet support of House Velaryon.”

The distance between Westeros and the Stepstones is far enough.

 Beyond the scope of the disputed area, the fleet's sailing time is greatly extended, and it takes several months just to go back and forth.

 Including supplies along the way, it is even more of a problem.

 This is one of the main reasons why Rhaegar does not like fighting across seas.

 The battle on the front line was in complete darkness, and half of the vassals and their troops were still on their way to the rear.

 It was bad luck and the ship encountered strong winds and waves, and the whole crew had to feed the fish.

Damon frowned and had a different view.

Rhaegar said directly: "Uncle, you don't want the baby dragon to be taken away by some bastard, do you?"

"Listen to you."

Damon's face darkened and he no longer objected.

Morgul's tragedy is a scar for all Targaryens.

"very good!"

Rhaegar took Helena with him and walked out of the tent together.

 “Haha, shortsightedness.”

 Lanner glanced at her husband and strode away coolly.

 Leave Daemon alone in the tent.

 Outside, a deserted hillside.

Rhaegar noticed Lannar behind him and entered another tent with Helena.

 Lannar was silent, and got intimate with Vhagar for a while, then returned to another tent.

 Four people, three tents.

 The next day.

 Gulf of Sorrow.

 Located on the southern coast of the eastern continent of Essos, Slaver's Bay is connected to it.

The south side of the bay is connected to the Summer Sea, with the ruins of Valyria on its west coast and the ruins of the ancient Gith empire on its east coast.

 Looking down from the sky, it looks like an open trumpet.

 Attract merchant ships from all over the world to come for trade.

 At noon, the weather was fine. A fleet composed entirely of slaves sailed out of the Gulf of Sorrow, passing the almost black Cedar Island along the way, and headed towards the Sea of ​​Smoke.

 The fleet flew the golden harpy flag, and numbered more than thirty ships, enough to carry five thousand people.

 It is the first three-masted ship.

 The Unsullied in black armor stood guard with a straight back and an expressionless face.

  deep inside the cabin.

 It is a dark and narrow space, and everywhere you touch it feels damp and smelly.

A dozen Valyrians with silver-blond hair and fair skin, dressed in ragged clothes, huddled in a corner and shivered.

 “Mom, I want to go home.”

 The little girl sobbed slightly, her dirty face buried deep in the plump woman's arms.

The woman's eyes were numb, and she stroked her daughter's long hair rigidly, pulling out a few frizzy strands.

They are all slaves, stuffed into the cabin of the ship by their hypocritical good masters and treated like livestock.

The purpose is to push into the sea of ​​smoke and die.

"do not Cry!"

At the cabin door, a slovenly man was chewing hard black bread and scolding him in a frightening manner.

He occupied the only area that could be called dry, but he peed on other people's territory.

He has dirty gray hair and a pair of staring indigo eyes.

 Undoubtedly of Valyrian blood.

 When he shouted and scolded her, the little girl immediately stopped crying and put away her hands and feet without daring to move.

The sloppy big man sighed, and then cursed: "You're crying, if we can find the dragon, we can get rid of our status as slaves."

“The Sea of ​​Smoke is very dangerous, and anyone who goes there will be cursed.”

In the corner, a young man with silver hair who was as thin as a stick retorted timidly.

“Hmph!” The slovenly man put down the black bread that had chipped one of his back molars, and said vaguely: “Rather than be a slave, I would rather die.”

 Changing the topic, an evil light appeared in his eyes: "If you can really ride a dragon, why wouldn't you be more noble than the Shepherd Dragon King? You can also live in the Great Pyramid in the future."

A **** Dragon King who emerges from nowhere in an alley can also receive special hospitality from a benevolent owner.

Had I known it earlier, he would also bear the surname of Dragon King and enjoy the treatment of being superior to others.

Hmm, think about it.

There are people who ride dragons in Westeros, called Targaryens and Velaryons.

Then his name is Diane. Diane!

Thinking about it, he made a lewd laugh.

 The thin young man's face turned green with fright when he heard the noise.

　　Hurryly cover your sore butt.

 The same scene happened in the bottom of every ship.

Hundreds of Valyrian descendants were captured and sold, kept in the bottom of ships and used as consumables for catching baby dragons.

 Whether it's useful or not, let's send it to the sea of ​​smoke first.

Merciful good masters do not care about the life or death of slaves.

 Hurrah… hurrah…

The sun is getting lower and the waves are getting rougher.

 The fleet sailed out of the Gulf of Sorrow, skirted the smoke-shrouded waters, and entered the Summer Sea.

 “Turn on the helm! Furl one sail!”

The lookout hand stuck out his tongue to test the direction of the wind and gave orders to the sailors underground.

It is getting dark and the wind and waves are getting stronger.

 On the moody sea, it symbolizes the coming danger.

The slave army was lifeless and joined the team manning the big ship.

The Unsullied patrolled back and forth, monitoring the huge slave army, as if they were superior to slaves.

 A smelly sea breeze blew, causing the half-stretched sail to sway violently.

 “The wind is blowing!”

 Someone shouted to remind the fleet to sail carefully.

However, it wasn't just the wind and waves that came.

The sky has become dark at some point, and the dark clouds are tightly packed together.

 Crack!

 A bolt of silver lightning struck down, like a silver bottle bursting.

The roar that was louder than muffled thunder resounded throughout the heaven and earth, the raindrops dripped down, and the huge figure stirred up the wind and clouds.

Countless sailors looked up when they heard the sound, with only panic in their eyes.

"dragon!"

 “Scorpion crossbow, hurry up!”

 The Unsullied Commander shouted loudly, killing the slave soldiers who were cowering in fear, and barely stabilized the situation.

Hurrying for a while, the slave soldiers acted as if they were resigned to their fate.

Angrily tore off the huge curtain on the deck, revealing the newly built scorpion crossbow.

 Click! Click!

The winch rotates creakingly, the steel spear is filled, and the crossbowman controls it and aims it at the foggy sky.

A dark dragon shadow flashed past, its two wings like death's scythes cutting through the heavy raining black clouds.

 The next moment, a cold voice sounded.

 “Dragon Flame!”

In the sight of the slave soldiers, the dark dragon shadow turned around and swooped down, its black body blending into the dark clouds, leaving only a pair of pale green beast eyes like copper bells.

Green dragon flames spread overwhelmingly, igniting every warship evenly.

The Glutton's erect pupils are cunning and violent, and he **** his wings and dodges left and right, not at all agile and agile for someone of this size.

 Boom!

 The warships were on fire one after another, and screams continued one after another.

 “Project! Quick!”

 “It hurts so much…run quickly…”

 The voices of the commander and the slave soldiers were in sharp contrast. The entire fleet was in chaos, with a few fine steel spears shooting high into the sky.

 “Hiss!”

 The counterattack paid off, with several dragon roars in a row.

The dream fire plunged down into the clouds, and the light blue dragon flames were dreamy and gorgeous, engulfing the lifeboat trying to escape.

Vhagar and Corakxiu entangled together, black smoke and red flames went side by side, killing the last bit of courage of the slave soldiers.

 Crackling…pattering…

 Lightning flashed and thundered, and the wind howled.

Rhaegar's silver hair was dancing wildly, and the heavy rain wet his handsome face. He looked back and shouted: "Fight quickly, pay attention to your height!"

The words were spoken with the skill of binding a magic spell, and they were transmitted closely to the ears of the other three people.

Damon's eyes were cold, the rain flowed down his collarbone into his chest, and his scarlet cloak was like a tongue of fire.

Colakxiu seemed to like this thunderstorm very much, with its almost crazy roar and the endless spurting of dragon flames.

The lethality of one dragon is faintly greater than that of three dragons, including the glutton.

Within a moment, the sea water was dyed red with blood.

 “Let's go! Return to the station!”

 The Glutton rowed across the sea where the broken ship had collapsed. Rhaegar leaned forward and gave the order.

In just one day, four men and four dragons surrounded the Sea of ​​Smoke and destroyed dozens of warships and patrol ships in Slaver's Bay.

 Mentally and physically exhausted, it is no longer suitable to fight in the rain.

 Colakxiu was very excited, his body like a spiritual snake swaying wantonly, shuttled across the sea to devour the surviving enemies.

Damon looked around and saw many silver-haired figures, and cruelly ordered them to be burned to death.

 Anyone who dares violate Targaryen uniqueness.

 Innocent or not, everyone deserves to die!

Rhaegar watched indifferently and called Helena and Lanner to take the first step.

 He captured some special slaves and wanted to go back to interrogate the information.

 Leave Damon to vent here!

 (End of this chapter)

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