Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 592

Chapter 592 Dragon Bone Pit

“How is the situation? How many people were lost?”

Rhaegar said nervously.

The eruption of a submarine volcano and a sudden storm can be called a devastating disaster.

Unexpectedly, the sea snake said happily: "Two warships were damaged, and the casualties were only five hundred."

"No more?"

Rhaegar was suspicious and asked: "This is the land of Changxia, how did we get there?"

For such a big storm, the damage was unexpectedly small.

Besides, the land under your feet is most likely the land of Changxia, and the journey has been so smooth.

"Your Majesty, the remaining ships have varying degrees of damage, and the sailors are trying their best to repair them."

The sea snake answered all questions, and then looked at the pitch-black monster crawling on the hillside, admiringly saying: "The storm was too strong at that time. Thanks to your dragon for finding the direction, it spouted dragon flames to guide the fleet."

The dark wings tore through the thick dark clouds, and the green dragon flames cut through the dense fog.

The fleet followed the dragon's trajectory and luckily found this lost continental plate.

When Rhaegar heard this, he looked back at the glutton who was sleeping, and couldn't help but feel relieved.

This trouble-eating dragon always takes the lead at critical moments.

"roar…"

The glutton closed his pupils tightly, greedily absorbing the fire magic in the air, and blew out hot air from his nostrils every time he exhaled and inhaled.

Seeing this, Rhaegar did not disturb the big guy and motioned with his eyes to the sea snake to wander around in the distance.

There are vast expanses of grass all around, and the breeze ripples through the grass blades.

The sea snake walked some distance away, half-knelt on the ground devoutly, held a handful of soil in front of its nose and took a deep sniff.

Land once owned by ancestors.

After more than two hundred years, the ancient bloodline finally set foot again.

"I never imagined that I could have a tenth voyage."

Rhaegar was in a daze, and the sea snake's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Lowering his head, he saw the dark face of the sea snake raised slightly, its eyes flashing with tears, and he said deeply: "Being able to set foot on this land is greater than the first nine voyages in life."

Even if he has been to "Asia" in the east of the world and entered the glaciers in the far north of the world.

There is no more meaning than searching for the land of long summer.

Rhaegar helped the injured sea snake up and said in a loud and powerful voice: "We are not only coming, but we also want to bring back the treasures left by the sages."

Only in this way can it be worthy of some thrilling twists and turns.

"You're right."

The sea snake regained its unsmiling seriousness and picked up the broken dragon stone rubble: "Damon rode a blood worm to explore the snow peaks and excavated an above-ground ruins."

The old rubble in his hands are the relics picked up from the periphery of the ruins.

Rhaegar took the dragonstone rubble and found it cold and rough. It looked like it had been left for too long and had been damaged externally.

"Take me to see every site. Don't miss any ruins."

Especially the ruins near Xuefeng and Huofeng, only the Dragon King family is qualified to build them.

"Would you like to call Damon?"

The sea snake city is very deep and thought: "Your dragon is dormant, it would be safer to call him and Corak Xiu."

Rhaegar glanced back at the glutton and saw that he had no intention of opening his eyes.

After thinking about it again, Colakxiu just flew over the snow peak and headed towards the towering fire peak shrouded in mist.

"No, there is no danger to the ruins on the ground."

Rega thought about it and said calmly: "If we work separately, it will be easier to dig out more secrets."

Fire Peak is even more dangerous, and Daemon is willing to be a pawn.

It won't be too late to take collective action after searching for this continental plate.

Sea Snake pondered for a moment and then said: "The damage to the fleet varies. We have to stay here for a while, so there is no rush."

After that, a team of sailors looking for wood were dispatched and headed for the snow-capped peaks.

Not long after a group of people left, there was a rustling noise on the grass.

On the empty hillside, the smell of ashes filled the air.

"Hurry up, don't be lazy."

A group of shirtless sailors came from a distance, carrying a thick pine log on their shoulders.

The grassland is vast, but the trees are sparse.

You have to run to the foot of the snow peak to find useful wood.

"roar…"

The glutton suddenly opened his vertical pupils, as if sensing something, he stretched his neck and stared at the towering fire peak whose true appearance was unclear.

Boom—

The huge body stood slowly, and the front fingers of its wings crushed the green grass.

"Hiss-"

The glutton grinned the dragon's kiss solemnly, spread its wings and soared on the spot.

As the sailors passed down the hillside, they fell to the ground and were hit by pine trees as the strong winds stirred up by the dragon's wings blew.

"dragon!"

A sailor shouted in panic, looking at the dark dragon that was going away.

One by one, the other sailors were frightened by the giant dragon, and their legs were shaking uncontrollably.

other side.

Rhaegar climbed the steep ridge, getting closer and closer to the snowy peak.

Fortunately, the grassland is not far from the snow peak, especially where the glutton landed.

One round trip takes about one day and night.

"Your Majesty, the sun in this land is no different from Westeros."

The sea snake raised his hand to block the sun and looked around at the unfamiliar environment.

Rhaegar raised his eyes and saw the sun hanging high in the sky, shining through the long white clouds.

I stretched out my hand and tried it. It will be a bit hot to my hands after being exposed to the sun for a long time.

"The name of the Land of Long Summer comes from the fact that summer lasts all year round, and the land is fertile and good at producing food."

A line of hot sweat broke out on the sea snake's forehead, and he sighed: "The temperature is indeed higher than in ordinary places."

In terms of climate alone, it is faintly superior to the summer sea.

Probably only the Midsummer Islands, which are hot all year round, can be compared.

No wonder Lys is known as a "resort resort", attracting the Dragon King to conquer and rule.

Rhaegar narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the dazzling sun and the seaside where the fleet was anchored.

Stand high and see far.

The seaside is a golden beach, covered with broken shellfish left by the waves.

The fleet was moored nearby, shrouded in a fog that made it difficult to see.

Looking further out into the sea, only the billowing gray mist remains, returning to the dangerous sea of smoke.

Rhaegar remembered the route on the map and said cautiously: "According to the land plates after the disintegration of ancient Valyria, we estimate that we are located in the remaining veins of the Fourteen Fire Peaks."

After the Doomsday, ancient Valyria split into one continent and several fragments.

Among them, the most fertile land of Changxia is the main continent under their feet. It is characterized by flat terrain, lots of land and plains.

The most divided area is the coastal area where the Dragon Kings live, also known as the core of the Freehold Empire.

That piece of land borders the Fourteen Fire Peaks and can withstand the most destructive power.

A total of three small land plates were exploded, as well as an unknown number of chaotic islands.

In the middle of the two main land plates is the terrifying sea of smoke formed after the continent was split into two.

Rhaegar's thoughts swirled and he boldly speculated: "Ancient Valyria was destroyed and the Fourteen Fire Peaks almost collapsed. That peak in the mist may be the one that survived."

As he spoke, he looked towards the thick mist hiding behind the snow peaks.

If you can explore carefully, you might find unexpected gains.

"Your Majesty, I picked up a stone tablet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sailors exploring the path in front shouted loudly, and worked together to move out a broken stone slab.

"Go over and have a look."

Rhaegar perked up and immediately quickened his pace.

The closer we get to the snowy peak, the rarer the green grass becomes.

The barren hillside is covered with scorch marks and remains of gray-black stalactites after solidification of magma.

Rhaegar stepped on it, and it cracked into pieces, as if he had broken into a piece of scorched earth burned by dragon flames.

"His Majesty."

The sailor's face was filled with nervousness, and the irregularly formed stone slabs lay on the ground.

Rhaegar waved his hand casually and leaned over to check the stone slab.

Covered in jet-black dirt, the whole thing was in a smashed shape, warm and rough to the touch.

"Clean it up."

Sea Snake frowned.

The sailors did not dare to neglect and scraped the surface of the stone slab with their machetes, peeling off a layer of stubborn fly ash.

After a few moments, lines of writing were revealed.

Rhaegar recognized it at a glance. It was High Old Valyrian.

The fingertips touched it gently, and the lips moved slightly: "Two hearts come out together, the embers of the fire peak..."

"This is the ancient oath of the dragon kings."

The sea snake has a serious face.

Rhaegar nodded, naturally he was familiar with this.

Continuing down, there are some seriously damaged handwritings, and the content is almost impossible to see.

Rhaegar frowned and wiped away the ashes from the bottom of the slab.

Suddenly, two patterns were revealed.

Next to a simple carved volcano, there is a Tengtu on the left and right.

A giant dragon looking at each other from head to tail, circling into a closed loop.

The giant dragon has a strong body and an exceptionally long and slender tail.

A soaring giant dragon, with wings like a hawk, turned its head as if it was about to soar into the sky.

Two dragon totems are facing each other, sandwiching the volcano.

The sea snake pointed at the totem of the spreading-winged dragon and affirmed: "This is the Orion family. I once viewed a breastplate left by the Orion Dragon King at the Masked Sacrifice Temple in Qohor."

There is an identical totem on the breastplate.

Rhaegar glanced at him and pointed to the other pair: "The totem of the Beleris family is probably the proof left by the marriage between the two families."

The dragon's tail is long and slender, and only the second son's deceiver has this shape.

Sea Snake analyzed it carefully: "If so, the ruins in front were probably built by one of the Dragon Kings."

The Dragon King family of ancient Valyria acted overbearingly and could be called domineering.

Not only was slavery implemented, colonization and the construction of forts everywhere were also the norm.

Rhaegar stood up, clapped his hands, and said, "It's of no value. Get to the ruins before dark."

With one command, the team speeds up.

The sun rises and sets, and the sun sets.

At the foot of the snow peak.

Click—

Rhaegar was wearing a black robe and crushed the frost on the ground with his feet.

Looking up, the snow peak towers into the clouds, like a giant sword.

"It's so cold!"

Rega exhaled and quickly condensed the white mist.

"Your Majesty, come quickly!"

Suddenly, the sea snake shouted from behind, unable to conceal its excitement and horror.

Rhaegar turned back quickly and slid down the thin snow-covered hillside without saying a word.

There is a place where the snow is hard to hide, under the ridge that avoids the snowfall on the snowy peaks.

The land was scorched black, with broken walls scattered everywhere.

The sea snake moved away the broken stone wall and looked around with a tense expression.

Rhaegar strode over, the hot breath he exhaled no longer froze, and the coldness gradually faded.

Click—

I accidentally stepped on something and broke something.

"What's this?"

Rega lowered his head and his pupils shrank slightly.

All he could see was a pile of rubble beneath his feet, hiding a dark skeleton.

The bones are slender, like the skeleton of a cat or dog.

It is not charred black after burning, but the essence is black.

Rega bent down and moved, and the familiar texture of dragon bone came to his heart.

After digging open the gravel, a small dragon skull with horns was dug out.

Rega had a complicated expression as he picked up the dragon skull, which was no bigger than a ball.

"Your Majesty, there is still this place."

The sea snake looked heavy and turned sideways to look away.

The ruins are a majestic palace. The ceiling suffered a major collapse and the four walls were shattered.

Rhaegar glanced up, his hand holding the dragon's skull clenched in vain.

Chen Heng, a giant dragon skeleton that was seventy to eighty meters long and covered in pitch black ink, fell in the middle of the dilapidated ruins.

Look left and right again.

Several dragon bones of different sizes were buried throughout the ruins, most of them dilapidated and eroded by wind and snow.

Rhaegar saw a dragon skeleton lying on the edge of the wall. It was over forty meters in size and its entire body was broken from the cervical vertebrae.

The dragon's head was propped up on the broken wall, its hollow, fleshless eyes facing the sky, showing an inexplicable sadness.

This is actually a giant dragon's tomb.

(End of chapter)

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