Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 543

Chapter 543 Rhaenyra: Apply to fight!

The dragon cubs swarmed around him, their eyes gleaming.

Rhaegar rubbed his eldest son's head and said helplessly: "We will only take Mekar with us this time. You must stay in Lys."

Volantis is not yet safe enough for all the dragon cubs to be out in force.

"Can't I do it either?"

Belron was disappointed, but still wanted to fight for it: "I can take care of my brother."

Meka lay in her father's arms, her big eyes shining brightly.

Rhaegar shook his head and refused: "Not yet, Mekka is just going for a stroll."

Belron's face fell, and he said lonely: "Because I don't have a dragon?"

He pointed at the yawning Slax in the corner, his eyes full of stubbornness.

Several younger brothers and sisters all have dragons. They took a boat to Leis Road and rode the dragon with their mother.

His father must have disliked him for not having a dragon and didn't want to take him out with him.

Rhaegar did not expect that his eldest son would have such an extreme idea. He squatted down facing each other and said hesitantly: "Belron, do you want a dragon?"

The best way to solve the problem is to break the deadlock.

Give the eldest son a dragon and it will be solved.

Belron turned his head and whispered: "If I disappoint you, maybe you should choose a dragon that takes advantage of you as soon as possible."

"No! You are so young, how can you disappoint me?"

Rhaegar tiptoed his eldest son's chin and taught him carefully: "It is not accurate to take advantage of others. Dragons are not our tools. We must be in awe."

Bellon was silent.

He still wanted a dragon to go out with his father like Maekar did.

To the battlefields, to newly conquered lands.

Meka tilted her head and looked at her brother, holding her chin in her hands.

The rest of the dragon cubs all had disappointed faces, all their eyes focused on Beiron.

Even the heir to the Iron Throne has been rejected, let alone one.

Rhaegar held Mekar in one arm and hugged the silent eldest son in the other. Their foreheads touched each other: "Think about it carefully. If you want a dragon, as a father, I will try my best to satisfy you."

He did have a preference for Mekar, but he had no reservations about Belron.

The eldest son is the heir and must always have a position of dominance over other children.

"Take good care of your brothers and sisters and don't think too much."

Rhaegar gently rubbed his eldest son's shoulders, stood up and walked away gradually.

"Hiss~~"

Thrax followed the little master and left the field together.

Belron lowered his head and looked at his father's back.

"Brother, don't be unhappy."

Lyanna stepped forward, handed over the small Womax, and coaxed, "I'll lend you Little Sunny."

Belron glanced at her and rubbed his sister's frizzy head: "No need, Anna."

A small baby dragon, the dragon egg was given away by him.

Speaking of which, hatching dragon eggs is really unreasonable.

It had not hatched in his hands for six years, but when it passed into the hands of his sister, a baby dragon hatched.

"Get out of my way, little girl."

Aemon squeezed Anna away, put his arm around his eldest brother's shoulders, and said righteously: "Let's go! I will take you back to Dragonstone Island, and we two will go find Silver Wing."

To say who knows the big brother's heart best, it is definitely him.

Belron glanced at me again, then opened his hands in disgust: "Forget it, you'll wet your pants."

"You guys play first, I'll go out for a walk."

Belron didn't want to hear the consolation and walked out of the dragon's lair silently.

Comfort is what the weak need.

His father said that he was born strong.

The strong one needs an adult dragon with overwhelming advantages.

"Hiss..."

"Quiet, Syrax."

Rhaegar returned to the Dragon Cave Hall and was attracted by the golden beast at a glance.

Syrax lay on the floor, shaking his head playfully.

Rhaenyra put on the long-lost black dragon-riding uniform and stood beside her, rubbing the dragon's jaw.

Rhaegar said in shock: "Rhaenyra, do you want to go on patrol at sea?"

"No!" Rhaenyra looked back, smiled, and declared, "Wherever you go, I will go."

"But I want to return to Volantis, and Lys cannot be left unguarded."

Rhaegar had a bad feeling.

Rhaenyra stepped forward, took Mekar in her arms, and said calmly: "I don't want to stay behind, Lannar will protect Lys for me."

Lannar left the battlefield, Helena stayed at home to raise her child, and Aemond was exiled.

The war lacked dragon masters with the power to fight, and she could step up to the challenge.

Rhaegar said bluntly: "The battlefield is dangerous."

"How is it that you are in danger and I am in danger?"

Rhaenyra's purple eyes were piercing, she took Rhaegar's hand and put it on her heart, pleading in a tone of voice: "I am your sister, let me be Visenya."

Ever since the Second Battle of the Stepstone Islands, it has been a long-cherished wish to fight alongside my brother.

Unfortunately, there have been repeated pregnancies and births over the years.

In response to her mother's words, the delivery bed became her battlefield.

Today, the war concerning the honor and disgrace of the family has resumed.

She didn't want to back down and wanted to contribute.

Rhaegar turned his head, still unable to avoid Rhaenyra's scorching gaze, and warned: "When you get to the battlefield, you and Syrax must obey the command."

He would not veto Rhaenyra's request as he had rejected Baelon.

Rhaenyra has the ability to ride a dragon into battle.

Hiding her and burying her abilities will only destroy her.

Bo~

Rhaenyra was overjoyed, stood on tiptoes, kissed the side of her face, and affirmed: "Don't worry, I will never hold you back."

"It better be so."

Rega wiped the wet saliva and pressed the raised corners of his mouth: "Let's go!"

Over Rees.

"Hiss—"

The dark dragon wings that covered the sky and sun cast ink-like shadows, and a thunderous roar resounded throughout the city.

The gluttons took the lead and plunged into the clouds.

"Follow me, Syrax!"

Accompanied by the clear dragon-taming language, the giant yellow jade dragon soared into the sky and neighed happily.

After the two giant dragons.

A young dragon with silver-gray scales and mist-colored wings flew out slowly, following leisurely.

A flat-topped tower, a certain attic. Lanner was wearing a thin nightgown, exposing her shoulders and legs. She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked far away.

A little boy was vaguely visible tied to the back of the silver-gray young dragon.

When Lanner saw it, she said speechlessly: "How can anyone be such a parent?"

Tied directly to the dragon's back, it's a shame they could think of it.

There really are so many children, are they born to be naughty?

Gulu gulu~~

A gurgling sound came out, and Lanner covered her stomach in surprise.

"Hungry again."

Lanner shook her head, her shoulder strap slipped off her smooth shoulders, and she turned around to find something to eat.

As the lotus steps moved lightly, the waist was round and swaying, and half of the white greasy clothes were exposed.

After being nourished by love, the already plump figure becomes more mature and charming.

Attic on the same floor.

Mesalia was leaning against the window sill, holding a curly-haired puppy in her arms.

"Woo~~"

The puppy was washed clean and had its tongue hanging out.

Mesalia looked at it quietly, with hidden confusion in her eyes.

"Damon, you always give hard questions."

Mesalia's eyes were deep and she gently stroked the puppy's head.

If that man was as docile and loyal as a puppy, she wouldn't be in the situation she is in now.

He left without saying a word.

Leaving her in Lys, she was sent with an order.

As if she were a piece of toilet paper, only important when needed.

Midsummer falls.

In Slaver's Bay, fleets flying various flags blocked the entrance to the sea, cutting off maritime communication with the outside world.

Beside the Worm River, a huge city-state built of red bricks stands.

—Astapor

Under the scorching sun, the slave city-state seemed to be in some kind of trouble.

On the majestic city wall, several wise masters looked anxious and whipped their slaves from time to time to vent their anger.

Crack!

"Damn it, what did Meereen and New Gith say!?"

A bald sage swung his whip and shouted angrily.

The whipped slave knelt on the ground and said tremblingly: "The sea area of New Ghis is blocked. The Meereen messenger sent a wooden box."

Located at the mouth of Slaver's Bay, New Gith is an island city-state that was built on the ashes of the Ancient Gith Empire.

After the Westeros fleet attacked, they immediately raised the flag of neutrality.

"You bastard, you don't care whether we live or die!"

The bald sage was furious, whipped the slave in the face, pointed at Sang and scolded Huai, and said: "If you don't support me, wait until the slaves in the city open the city and surrender."

"no no!"

The slave's skin was bruised by the whipping, and he waved his hands in fear: "We rely on the wise master to live, and we will never dare to betray him."

"You bitch, get out of here!"

The bald wise master's mood improved and he let go of the slave who had brought the message.

Turning around, he saw the other wise masters wandering around, all of them distracted.

A young wise master knelt on the ground, touched the burnt black female wall with his hands, and muttered absently: "Dragon, what a beautiful golden dragon."

The Iron Throne's fleet is stationed on the Worm River, cutting off Astapor's control of the outside world.

For several days, a golden dragon was sent to burn the city.

After several threats, people in the city were already in panic.

The bald sage couldn't care less about them and opened the wooden box sent by the messenger.

Suddenly, a stiff shout sounded.

"Dragon! Get out of the way!"

The bald sage was shocked, and before he could react, he was knocked down by a black-armored soldier.

"Hiss!"

A magnificent golden dragon broke through the clouds, and dragon flames like the surface of the sun surged towards it.

"Dragon Flame, add more fire!"

Aegon wore black armor and spoke commands in High Valyrian mixed with Common Tongue.

Rumble—

Yang Yan's pupils were excited, and he glided along one end of the city wall to the other, burning with dragon flames.

"Hiss!"

A round of spitting fire raised its head and soared into the sky, its pale pink wing membranes as brilliant as a rainbow.

Thousands of Unsullied guarded the city wall, but a few people did not have time to dodge and were killed by the dragon flames.

"Go, go quickly!"

The bald sage, with a smoky look on his face, climbed down the city in embarrassment under the protection of the Unsullied.

The Unsullied are well trained and will not back down from a dragon.

Led by the commander with three helmet thorns, he controlled the scorpion crossbow to carry out counterattacks.

"Hiss!"

Yang Yan spewed out several mouthfuls of dragon flames and escaped before the scorpion crossbow was launched.

Aegon's face turned red and he raised his arms and cheered: "Well done, today's mission is accomplished."

One person and one dragon left in style, leaving Astapor alone with his heart racing.

Watching the golden dragon fly away, the Unsullied breathed a sigh of relief and carried away the charred corpses of their companions out of habit.

Under the city wall, two Unsullied Ones sandwiched the bald sage on the left and right.

The bald sage's legs were trembling and his face was pale: "No, we can't go on like this."

The enemy blocked the river bank and sent dragons to attack every day.

They became a lonely city, unable to fight against the thousands of Unsullied troops.

Just as he was talking, several Unsullied people walked down the city wall with heavy expressions.

One of the Unsullied was carrying a stinking corpse that was luxuriously decorated.

"This, this is..."

The bald sage's eyes widened and he was trembling and speechless.

the other side,

After the daily attack was over, Aegon returned to his station happily.

He jumped off the dragon's back and looked around for someone.

The camp was made a mess, and finally the bachelor of the army was called.

Biting the tip of the pen, he choked out a few lines of ugly words like chicken chop.

(End of chapter)

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