Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 595

Chapter 595 The Sleep of the Glutton

The path of the tunnel extends in all directions, shining with the crystals of various colored ores from time to time.

Rhaegar only relied on his feelings to find the buried history.

While it's still early, you must explore Fire Peak.

Just walking into the dark tunnel, the fire magic in the air was very strong.

With every breath, the heart can filter out every trace of pure magic power, subtly strengthening the body.

"Hiss-"

Halfway through the tunnel, a dragon's roar sounded like thunder through the tunnel, shaking the top of his head as gravel fell off.

Rhaegar's eyes flashed, and he raised the real fire to identify a fork.

Without saying a word, he accelerated and rushed into it.

Boom—

The glutton has sharp green vertical pupils, its huge body fills the crowded mine, and its pale and curved dragon horns scratch many broken minerals.

In front of the giant dragon, the ground surged violently, forming pits.

"roar…"

The glutton roared ferociously, and strands of green dragon flame spilled out of the dragon's kiss, ready to spurt out at any moment.

There, there were several abominations.

"Hiss..."

With a sharp scream, the pits exploded one after another, and monsters covered in red emerged.

The monster's mouth was slit, and its thick body crushed the gravel, like a death worm that could swallow life at any time.

"Hiss-"

A mouthful of green dragon flame was spit out, and the glutton pounced on it quickly.

Accompanied by a stabbing sound of flesh tearing, blood splashed everywhere in the mine, and soft red meat stuck everywhere.

"Hiss..."

The monsters resisted vigorously and tried to wrap themselves around the thick dragon claws.

Phew!

The glutton's vertical pupils were full of cunning and cruelty, and the dragon's claws were raised and lowered, crushing him into flesh in an instant.

boom-

A monster opened its ugly mouthparts and spewed out red flames like acid.

The glutton was experienced in fighting and turned his head to avoid his vulnerable eyes.

Red flames sprayed on the dragon's neck, and white smoke emitted from the pitch-black scales, burning out wisps of white smoke.

"Hiss-"

The glutton felt a slight sting, and with uncontrollable anger in his heart, he stretched his neck and bit it into pieces.

Gulu~~

The dragon's teeth chewed up the rotten meat, and swallowed it into his belly mixed with the burning heat of the fishy smell.

Suddenly, I felt full.

"roar…"

The glutton's eyes flashed with confusion as he licked the dragon's kiss with his scarlet tongue, feeling a bit addictive.

Turning around, I saw groups of monster corpses strewn across the field.

Either the remaining half of the body is trying to crawl back into the ground, or it is twisting the broken body and screaming miserably.

The glutton's nostrils twitched slightly, smelling the aura of disgust that he instinctively rejected.

After a pause, he opened his dragon's kiss and picked up half of the monster's remains, chewing it with blood splashing everywhere.

"Glutton!"

Suddenly, the driver's shout came from the entrance of the mine.

Rhaegar ran over in one breath and couldn't help but stop when he saw this situation.

"Hiss-"

The glutton ate happily, roared at the driver, and continued to devour the corpses.

Not to mention, it smells like a dragon.

Like the young dragons that hunted in the past, the soft flesh felt as hot as fire, emitting a special kind of heat.

Rega's eyes widened and he said in surprise: "Fire Dragon Insect!?"

"roar…"

The glutton seemed to be responding, picking up a fragment of the carcass and throwing it in front of the driver, causing it to spit out hot blood.

"Careful, man!"

Rhaegar stepped back and stared at the broken fire dragon insect.

Great-grandfather King Renrui's prime minister and good friend, the famous Monk Bath in Westeros, once wrote a book "Dragons, Saurons, and Pterodactyls: The Unnatural Evolution of the Dragon Tribe".

Among them, there are records of "fire dragon insects" or "dragon maggots", magical creatures that only exist in the land of Long Summer.

See it with your own eyes and feel it differently.

"Dragon maggots are not a good ingredient."

Rhaegar used his sword to pick up the finely scaled remains, alerting the gluttons who were feasting.

Whether it's Ancient Valyria or the works of Monk Bath.

Dragons and dragon maggots are natural enemies, attacking each other in the sky and on the ground.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the two share the Fourteen Fire Peaks as their lair, causing territorial struggles between races.

Even though Dragon Maggot has an invulnerable body and the ability to breathe fire, it still can't stop any giant dragon.

The giant dragon cannot burrow into the ground, leaving the dragon maggots a chance to reproduce.

But are dragon maggots really edible?

"Hang Chi Chi…"

The glutton answered him with action. The strong dragon claws plowed through the ground, plucking out the escaping dragon maggots and swallowing them in one gulp.

"All right."

In this case, Rhaegar chose to agree.

In the deep soul connection, I feel the dragon's possessiveness for food.

Every time I take a bite, a huge amount of fire magic appears in my body.

That kind of fire magic is particularly violent and evil.

Rhaegar's fire magic is like a gurgling clear spring, and fish swimming in the water can be seen clearly.

The glutton's fire power is restless, like a firecracker that can be lit at any time.

The fire magic produced after swallowing dragon maggots is like magma erupted by a volcano, mixed with ashes and smoke, and full of ominous and harmful substances.

Miraculously, the gluttons chewed the food, and the flesh and blood decomposed into their stomachs.

Bang bang!

Rhaegar noticed something strange and touched his chest where his heartbeat was racing.

Bring up the system panel.

【Rhaegar Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)

Bloodline: Dragonborn (61%)

Runes: Bronze (green), Ouroboros (blue), Dream-eating Toad (purple)

Blood Witchcraft: Binding Spell (Blue), Dance of Dragons (Purple)…

Relics: Blood and Fire, Vision of Dreams, Pure Water...

Rating: "The descendants of Valyria return to the embrace of the Land of Long Summer."

After reading it in detail, there is no change except for the lineage column which has slightly increased by one number.

His eyes fell on [Pure Water], and Rhaegar guessed the reason.

One person and one dragon share the ability to detoxify, so gluttons dare to eat harmful dragon maggots of flesh and blood. "Hiss-"

The glutton with green eyes was excited, eating up the last piece of dragon maggot flesh, and his huge body crashed into another tunnel.

"Where are you going?"

Rega was stunned for a moment, feeling an inexplicable heat.

Boom—

What responded to him were broken stones, and the black dragon rushed rampantly, forcibly expanding the tunnel in a circle.

Click! Click!

The glutton sniffed around, found a mine pit where flaming red ore was buried, and chewed it all up.

Rhaegar followed closely and saw this scene of a giant dragon eating stones.

The next moment.

Lei Jia's pupils suddenly shrank, and he breathed in the fire magic power that was so rich that it was about to become a substance.

Each of those unexcavated fiery red ores is like a bonfire in the night, emitting scorching heat.

"This kind of ore naturally contains fire magic power."

Rhaegar murmured.

The glutton ate very quickly, quickly chewing up a wall of flaming ore until he could swallow no more.

He stretched his thick neck and burped deeply.

The glutton shook his body slightly, lay down on the edge of the pit, and closed his shining vertical pupils.

After a while, he breathed hot and long, as if he was going to sleep.

Rhaegar looked surprised.

It seems that dragon maggots and red ore provide enough energy for gluttons.

The last time he went dormant, he still cannibalized the dead wild dragon Mogul.

The glutton slept for three days and three nights. When he woke up, he grew in size and surpassed the largest Vhagar at the time.

Rega smiled slightly and said hopefully, "How much can you grow when you return to the land of Long Summer."

Before setting foot in the Land of Long Summer, I only had a vague idea of ancient Valyria.

Only when you really stand here can you realize the huge difference.

The rich magic power of fire in the air, the special mineral deposits bred in the fire peak.

No wonder Balerion, the Black Death, is so huge.

A dragon born in the Land of Long Summer has a starting point higher than a dragon that has broken its shell in Westeros.

Rhaegar was in a trance for a moment and whispered: "No wonder Balerion was chased by several dragons in Denise's dream."

I am afraid that if I swallowed too many special ores at the Fourteenth Fire Peak, I would encounter joint resistance from other dragons.

Click!

Lei Jia broke off a piece of fiery red ore with his bare hands and felt the abundant fire magic power.

The growth of a dragon is indispensable for the nourishment of fire magic.

The existence of the Fourteen Fire Peaks is simply a growth dish for the giant dragon.

Rega's thoughts were spinning, and he crushed the ore hard, and the magic power of fire lingered between his fingers.

Unfortunately, fire magic is too complex and not suitable for absorbing in large quantities.

“In order to use it, you must purify the impurities bit by bit.”

Rega looked at the fiery red ores inlaid on the four stone walls, with a deep thought in his eyes.

It is not suitable for humans to absorb, but it can be fed to dragons.

Must be exploited.

At night.

King's Landing, Red Keep.

"She sent me a letter."

A deep voice sounded, blowing the dim candlelight.

Helena sat on her knees on the carpet, silently sewing a girl's dress.

"You can remain silent, sister."

Aemond sat cross-legged on the other side, took the candlestick and stirred the wick, stimulating the candle flame to become brighter.

Helena lowered her head and remained silent.

"The Dornish deserve no sympathy, do they?"

Aemond looked back, trying to find recognition.

In the dim room, the siblings faced each other with their backs to each other.

Helena showed no expression, immersed in her own world.

Just like growing up, just be a listener.

"well."

Aemond sighed imperceptibly, his back slightly bent, wanting to rely on the other person but hesitating.

Helena glanced sideways, lowered her head and bit off the thread, reminding: "It's time for you to go back."

Who can discipline a child who makes mistakes since childhood?

She is a sister, she can't stab her brother to death with the sword "Chang Xia".

Get out of here!

Emond was slightly embarrassed. He saw a small dress embroidered with a purple flower and changed the subject: "You want to dress my nephew as a girl?"

"Different seeds will produce different flowers."

Helena's tone was calm and she no longer took anything seriously.

"All right."

Aemond could not understand, he only knew that his sister did not welcome him.

"I'm going to patrol the Red Fort. You go to bed early."

He stood up, picked up his sword, and pushed open the door reluctantly.

He also wanted his sister to stay with him for a while.

Although they don't quite understand each other, their blood ties make both of them feel at ease.

Bang-

The door closed gently, but still made a dull sound.

Helena raised her head, her eyes flashing with confusion.

He got up and rummaged through the basket where the spools were stored, and took out another small boy's dress to sew.

Silently, I continued sewing.

Narrow Sea, outside Crab Island.

In the silent night, the waves surged.

Clusters of fire appeared out of thin air, illuminating the outline of a huge fleet.

On the wide sail, there are signs of purple shells and golden scales.

Representing Braavos and Pentos respectively.

Dong Dong Dong—

A thunderous sound of drums sounded, spreading across most of the sea.

At night, another fleet crossed Crab Cove.

On the sails, the clan emblem of the crescent-moon eagle is painted.

(End of chapter)

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