Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 599

Chapter 599: Dirty Bloodline

The sea of smoke, the place of abandonment.

The gloomy sky, the absurd and weird atmosphere.

The torrential rain stirred up water mist, and strange fish jumped from the sky among the broken walls.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton stands among the ruins, its pitch-black body like a mountain, blocking half of the sky from the cold rain.

Rhaegar stood in front of the dragon, staring ahead with cold eyes.

"dragon!"

"It's a giant dragon, and a big ship..."

A group of ragged silver-haired figures huddled in the ruins, staring at the dark dragon and whispering.

In Lei Jia's sight, he could see their appearance clearly with the help of the green dragon flame.

They were a dozen young Valyrian men, wearing tattered armor and holding rusty swords in their hands.

But these men have strange appearances that can even be called deformities.

Small scales appear on the face, purple pupils are too large or split, and the spine is unnaturally curved...

In some cases, the teeth are buckled or the nose is turned upward, and the hands and feet are deformed.

"This is a bunch of...freaks."

Rega's eyes were dim and unclear, and his face was cold.

"Hiss-"

The glutton was drenched in heavy rain and was extremely irritable. The dragon's kiss overflowed with strands of green fire.

"Dragon King, the foreign Dragon King..."

The crowd shouted in panic and looked at the slender Rhaegar with trepidation.

At this time, Rhaegar stood sideways, with wet silver hair sticking to the side of his face, fully embodying the inhuman beauty of the Targaryen family.

In comparison, these people are just a bunch of people.

"Which Dragon King is it?"

Some people murmured fearfully, silently looking up at the mountain-like black dragon.

At a glance, the jet-black dragon's head hung over the driver's head, the dragon's kiss opened in a cruel arc, and two clusters of eerie green will-o'-the-wisps opened up.

That terrifying cunning look, as if staring at a delicious meal.

Snap!

Rega took two steps forward, kicked away the ugly strange fish blocking the way, and said loudly: "Who will tell me the origin of this city-state and you?"

quiet!

There was a deathly silence, and the crowd was silent.

One by one, they lowered their silver-haired heads and hid behind each other, eager to get into the cracks in the ground.

Rhaegar looked around and saw no threats.

All that can be seen is fear and hiding one's face.

They don't seem to want their deformed bodies to be discovered, exposing the window paper of their fragile minds.

"Hiss...ga..."

Colakxiu landed aside, stepped on half of the broken wall, and slowly lowered it like a snake-dragon's neck.

Sea serpents led sailors to land and surrounded the ruined city-state.

"His Majesty."

The sea snake had a gloomy expression, looking at the group of locals as if they were looking at monsters.

When we set foot in the Land of Long Summer, we imagine that there will be descendants of Valyria living there.

But after three months of wandering around, there wasn't even a decent beast, let alone the bloodline to survive the apocalypse.

Climbing into this seemingly ruined city-state, there are actually so many...freaks.

"Be patient, Lord Corliss."

Lei Jia's eyes were alert and he took out the dragon-seeking compass to deduce.

The stone pointer rotated crazily, pointing to the west side of the ruined city-state, to the architectural ruins opposite the seaside cliff.

This means that the blue baby dragon has not escaped and is still hiding on this land.

Correspondingly, what he wants should also exist.

Tap tap tap…

The rain gradually subsided, and a figure walked out of the dilapidated building behind the crowd.

Wearing a gray robe full of holes and carrying a cane made of vines, he walked with a limp.

"Guests from afar, you are sincerely welcome."

The figure lifted his hood, revealing a handsome and tough face.

"Who are you?"

Rhaegar said solemnly.

The man on the other side had long gray hair hanging loosely on his face, his pupils were cloudy and lifeless, and his black robe could not hide his naked limp.

He doesn't look like a descendant of Valyria, but looks like a wizard from Qarth.

"My name is Charles, this noble Dragon King."

The gray-haired Ciel bowed slightly and clenched the cane tightly.

"Char?" Rhaegar's eyes flashed slightly and he asked, "What's your last name?"

He saw the flag of the Orion family.

The gray-haired Ciel lowered his head and his voice trembled: "Honorable Dragon King, you don't need to tempt me. We are all descendants of Dragon King Orion."

After a pause, a flush of excitement appeared on his stiff face: "Which family are you descended from?"

As he spoke, his turbid pupils looked at the dark dragon, showing true respect.

A giant dragon, a true adult dragon.

Not to mention their group of descendants with incomplete blood, even the Orion family before the doomsday catastrophe was an ancient creature that could be counted on both hands.

Facing the descendant of Orion in front of him, Rhaegar was silent for a moment, secretly holding the true fire at his waist.

However, he did not take action, but winked at the sea snake.

The sea snake thought deeply and suddenly realized:

"Before you, Rhaegar I of House Targaryen, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Warden of the Realm, Conqueror of the Narrow Sea, Lord of Volantis Lord, the breaker of shackles, the maker of ashes, the shepherd of dragons!" These words were powerful, and the words echoed in the rainy night.

The gray-haired Charles was stunned and subconsciously murmured: "The Targaryens..."

Isn't that a Dragon King family that was expelled and wandered?

Once upon a time, it was said that he was an exile that everyone laughed at.

"Hiss-"

The glutton roared, the dragon's head slowly drooped, and its green vertical pupils flashed fiercely.

Rhaegar stood in front of the black dragon and said deeply: "I am here to find a rare treasure from ancient Valyria to treat my father who is mentally damaged. Do you know anything about it?"

Late at night, the rain stopped.

In an abandoned, collapsed palace, two tall figures were walking.

Rhaegar stepped over the rotten masonry, his eyes suspicious: "You said this is Telia, where resurrection orchids grow?"

According to clear records in various Dragon King books, Telia is an ancient city-state.

It is one of the core city-states of ancient Valyria.

The gray-haired Ciel always remained humble and answered all questions: "As you said, Telia was destroyed long after the doomsday catastrophe, and there is no trace of its former glory."

Then, he took the initiative to mention: "You said that coming from the land of Changxia, there should be an Oros ruins on the other side of the Sea of Smoke. My ancestors went back there."

If the fleet does not choose to cross the Sea of Smoke, but instead searches for land plates in parallel.

You might encounter that ruins.

Rhaegar rolled his eyes and asked, "Is your ancestor really Dragon King Orion, the survivor who proclaimed himself the emperor of ancient Valyria in Qohor?"

"It's not self-proclaimed. The ancestors at that time were the great men who restored ancient Valyria."

The gray-haired Ciel immediately retorted.

I didn't pay attention to my steps for a moment and almost tripped over the gravel.

Rhaegar glanced at him, saying nothing.

Realizing that he was too excited, the gray-haired Charles quickly changed his words: "Of course, no one could have imagined that compatriots of Targaryen blood could take root in the Western Continent."

"Not only did they unite the First Men, the Andals, and the Rhoynar, but they also reintegrated both sides of the Narrow Sea and Volantis into the territory of ancient Valyria."

As he spoke, the envy in his eyes almost overflowed, and his steps became swaying.

Such achievement is not exactly what Orion Dragon King pursues.

Adhering to the legacy of their ancestors, Ancient Valyria was their hope to survive in this prison.

Rhaegar secretly calculated and asked: "Dragon King Orion disappeared after entering the Sea of Smoke. Why did he leave his bloodline in Telia?"

This is what concerns him.

An ancient Valyrian emperor passed down by word of mouth, a survivor of the doomsday catastrophe, and one of the few noble dragon kings who control dragons.

The story he left behind is far more valuable than a ruined city-state.

"Your Majesty, that's too far away."

The gray-haired Ciel lowered his eyes and whispered: "The ancestors wanted to return to the Free Fortress Empire, but they encountered extreme weather and monster attacks, and finally fled to Telia."

"Telia was in devastation at that time, and the fleet led by our ancestors was almost destroyed, so we could only stay here temporarily."

"But disaster strikes."

Having said this, the gray-haired Ciel slowly walked to a charred wall, lowered his head and said, "That dragon is dead."

"The dragon of King Orion?"

Rhaegar asked.

"Yes, a ferocious red dragon."

The gray-haired Ciel looked pitiful and said: "It's just like the scarlet dragon ridden by the Dragon King accompanying you, but it's even stronger."

Hearing this, Lei Jia nodded slightly.

The entire fleet was destroyed, and the only dragon was injured and died.

The Orion Dragon King completely lost the capital to restore Valyria, and even more lost the ability to get out of the sea of smoke.

No need to think too much, he must have died trapped in Telia.

"But, your bodies..."

Rega pondered for a moment and stopped talking.

"You mean our deformity."

The gray-haired Ciel was already numb and said calmly: "The Sea of Smoke is a cursed place. No matter whether we marry outsiders or follow tradition to maintain our bloodline, there will be more or less problems with the newborns born."

The entire city of Telia has a current population of less than a hundred people.

Most of them are freaks with congenital deformities and stupid cripples.

Even newborns in recent years are monsters with scales and tails that die immediately after birth.

Before long, Telia will be a dead city.

Lei Jia's brows knitted into a knot, and his understanding of Yan Hai became even higher.

No wonder there are no indigenous people in the fertile land of Long Summer.

If it was a fluke, I'm afraid his bloodline would be cut off.

"So, your merciful Majesty."

The gray-haired Ciel fell to his knees with a thump and begged: "Please, for the sake of being of the Dragon King's blood, you can bring my people out of the sea of smoke, and don't continue to fall."

Rhaegar's expression remained unchanged and he refused: "My ship cannot hold so many people."

"Your Majesty, please show mercy."

The gray-haired Ciel raised his cane and knocked on the charred wall, and said sincerely: "Guarantee the continuation of the ancient Valyrian bloodline, and you will receive the gift of friendship."

"For example?" Rega tilted his head.

"The Resurrection Orchid you need is cultivated in the secret room."

Gray-haired Ciel's eyes were full of sincerity and he spoke faster: "There are also some relics left by our ancestors in it. You will definitely not be disappointed."

"Oh, and the secret room?"

Rega looked at the ordinary broken walls in the ruins with strange eyes.

Boom—

The gray-haired Ciel made a simple operation and opened a gap under the charred wall, forming an underground entrance.

"Your Majesty, as long as you enter it, you can get whatever you think of."

(End of chapter)

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