Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 607

Chapter 607: Extinct Volcano—Recasting the Dragon Claw

In the flash of lightning, the hairpin stabbed Aemond's throat.

"The Faceless Ones!"

Rhaegar's murderous intention rose, and the real fire was inserted into the floor.

A wisp of black fire burst out and flew away like tongues of fire.

Vaguely, a startling and angry dragon roar sounded in mid-air.

At this time, Aemond's eyes were dim and he was holding the sword without any awareness.

A sharp strong wind blew, and Chai Zi kept approaching.

The faceless man looked calm and had already turned a blind eye to death.

Suddenly, a cold light refracted and hit his eyes.

The faceless man instinctively turns sideways to avoid unknown dangers.

Bang-

The black flames took a step faster, wrapping around the waist along the legs, tightening them like twists.

The faceless man suddenly screamed, and the hairpin in his hand dropped with a clang.

"Go to hell!"

Rhaegar shouted violently, pulled out the red-red true fire, and stabbed it through the undefended chest.

Blood splattered and fire burned.

The faceless man fought to the death, holding the long sword in the dark night with one hand, kicked up the hairpin under his feet and went straight to the door facing Aemond.

The hairpin is fast and accurate, like an arrow leaving the string.

Lei Jia's expression changed greatly, and he raised his hand to grab the silver hairpin that passed by him.

Danglang—

The hairpin penetrated the black eye mask and stabbed into the sapphire artificial eye.

The flying force was too strong, and the useless sapphire instantly shattered.

After a short obstacle, Lei Jia seized the opportunity and quickly and accurately grasped the end of the hairpin.

"Fortunately, I'm blind in one eye!"

Rhaegar's eyes were as sharp as a hawk, and he inserted the hairpin into the faceless man's brow with his backhand.

puff-

The hairpin pierced through a layer of soft elastic barrier and penetrated the hard skull.

The faceless man's eyes widened immediately, layers of human skin masks fell off his face, and his body fell backwards uncontrollably.

It hit the floor straight up with a muffled thud.

Rhaegar turned sideways and drew out the real fire, looking down at the faceless man who was still staring at death.

"All mortals... need to be served."

The faceless man opened his mouth wide and could not die anymore.

Rhaegar used his sword to pick apart a bunch of human skin masks, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether the face was real.

It is in line with the words of the House of Black and White, "the unknown person".

"Fortunately it came quickly, otherwise I would have suffered."

After confirming that the death was correct, Rhaegar breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the concave form of Aemond.

This kid was intoxicated by the incense and still immersed in hallucinations.

"It's also very fatal."

Rhaegar still wanted to joke, so he grabbed the other person's collar.

There was a hole in the eye patch, and half of the sapphire prosthetic eye was broken.

His eyes fell on his waist, where a Valyrian dagger was tied tightly, and the cowhide sheath exposed the back of the dagger.

The beam of light that hit the faceless man's eyes just now was the result of the dagger blooming.

Rhaegar looked strange and patted Aemond on the face: "Your one eye saved you twice."

Eamond:…

Still immersed in hallucinations, motionless like a wooden man.

Rega narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled kindly: "I'll help you wake up, brother."

He held his collar with one hand and clenched his fist with the other.

Bang!

He punched hard and hit his intact right eye.

Aemond groaned and leaned back.

"It's almost interesting!"

Rhaegar pretended to be sorry and punched directly.

Bang! Bang!

One after another, fists fell, slamming into Aemond's numb face.

This is an opportunity to seek revenge and simply save his lost brother.

After all, they are brothers, and even if Rhaenyra has an explanation before leaving, she must be careful.

Bang! Bang!

Rhaegar thought so and punched without any mercy.

Aemond, who was beating continuously, had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and stars were spinning in front of his eyes.

"Stop! Stop..."

Emond's eyes suddenly became clear, and he struggled in fear.

Bang!

Lei Jia punched out, and the high bridge of his nose made a crunching sound.

"Hmm~!"

Aemond's breath froze, his eyes rolled and he fainted.

"Oh, you're awake?"

Rhaegar was extremely surprised and hugged his fainted brother.

Seeing the blood flowing from the other person's nostrils, it was heartbreaking.

"Let's go, brother will take you back."

Rhaegar suppressed the raised corners of his mouth, picked up the limp Aemond and walked out.

Soon, walk out of the temple door.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief crawled out from behind the temple, stretched out his withered dragon head, and stared at the fainted Aemond.

"Back off."

Rhaegar spoke the language of dragon taming and warned: "Quiet, everything goes well."

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief is very smart, he understands people's words, and moves back a certain distance while wagging his dragon tail.

Just now, he sensed that the driver was in danger and let out a dragon roar urgently.

I don't know if the stupid driver heard it.

Rhaegar glanced at the sheep thief's dry body and shook the corpse boy on his shoulder.

With great luck, he became the second person in the history of the Targaryen family to control a wild dragon.

Likewise, it is also good luck to be the first to be approached by a wild dragon.

Riding a wild dragon when he was young, he was no longer a wild man without a main dragon.

Pantos.

The prince's residence, the cliff behind.

A group of richly dressed nobles crowded under the city wall, looking out at the vast coast shrouded in smoke.

That look of concentration is like coveting the other side of the narrow sea.

boom-

A scarlet behemoth soared against the sea surface, flapping a pair of wide fleshy wings, and its forked dragon tail broke through the waves.

The snake-like slender body is swaying, and the ferocious dragon head is evil and ferocious.

"dragon!"

Someone screamed in alarm, and the scarlet beast flew into the sky in one fell swoop.

The dragon's tail swept over the waves and splashed onto the heads of the crowd.

A group of dignitaries got their heads and faces wet, and couldn't hide their excitement as they wiped away the water stains.

"His-"

Suddenly, a muffled dragon roar echoed in all directions, and the huge dark green dragon shadow broke through the clouds and mist, revealing a huge, weathered dragon head.

As soon as the giant dragon appeared, its broad wings covered the sky and the sun, it caught up with the slender bloodworm.

Damon smiled faintly, leaned back and opened his arms. "Hiss...ga..."

Korakxiu flew steadily and fast, carrying the driver to continuously increase the speed.

Lanner looked proud and shouted while chasing: "Dragon Flame!"

boom-

A puff of orange dragon flame mixed with thick black smoke spurted out, blocking Colakxiu's path.

Corak Xiu raised his eyes sharply and hit the dragon flames headlong.

In an instant, one person and one dragon broke through the scorching dragon flames and dived down quickly.

Damon was so burned that he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

Thanks to Targaryen's resistance to fire, otherwise Lannar would have murdered her husband.

"Follow me!"

Lanner's face glowed red as she struck the dark green dragon's back with scales like iron plates.

Vhagar roared low, and his huge body plunged down quickly, surpassing Corakxiu by a head with the force of his dive.

Boom—

Two giant dragons, one green and one red, flew over the castle on the cliff. The strong wind came one after another, knocking all the dignitaries to their knees.

It circled the sea for two final times and slowly landed outside the castle.

At night.

A grand banquet was held at the prince's residence, and two old friends were invited as guests.

At the dinner, Prince Regio showed his belly and toasted frequently.

"To our Prince Tyrosh and his wife, Lady Lannar!"

"Here's to you two!"

All the ministers and nobles raised their glasses one after another, not daring to show any signs of neglect.

Regio drank the wine in one gulp, looked at Damon who was sitting across from him, and said sincerely: "Prince, you and I are both princes, and we will definitely be brothers and sisters."

"I have a big project and I invite you to make money together!"

"Oh? What an honor."

Damon smiled and looked at his wife beside him.

Half a year ago, Braavos and Pentos formed an alliance to gain control of the Throat and the Narrow Sea, but were attacked by force from their two nephews.

Half a year later, it's time to usher in peace.

After discussions between the sea serpent and Rhaenyra, the couple went to Pentos to meet Prince Regio.

Prince Regio is also an old friend and a businessman who knows current affairs.

Seeing two giant dragons descending from the sky, they immediately chose to open the door to entertain guests.

Regio drank heavily and boasted like a showoff: "Let me tell you a secret. Someone paid a lot of money to ask me to organize a fleet to transport food and medicine to the Basilisk Islands."

"That place belongs to the continent of Sothoryos. It is a chaotic place where birds have nothing to do."

"I really don't know who it is. Does it want to develop a trade transfer station?"

As he said this, Reggio laughed, predictably making a lot of money.

"Good luck."

Damon raised his glass and put his palm on his wife's swollen belly.

She shouldn't have come, riding a dragon is not safe.

Lanner held her husband's hand and smiled at him: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

She patted her belly covered by her white skirt and whispered in her ear: "He's very good too."

"We will go back in a few days."

Prince Regio's invitation to stay was too warm to refuse. Damon didn't want to stay with Pentos and couldn't bear it in order to win over his feelings.

Moreover, the couple had not traveled together on a dragon ride for a long time.

Half a month later.

Kohol Forest, somewhere deep in the mountains.

"Hiss!"

A huge brown mud-colored creature spread its wings and soared, its skinny body streaking through the lush forest, and grabbed a wailing black-skinned wild boar with its hind legs.

The sharp claws pierced the pig's skin, disembowelled it and threw it into the air.

boom-

The shriveled dragon opened its huge mouth and swallowed it whole.

At this time, deep in the forest.

The glutton lay prone on the ground, the ferocious dragon rested its head on the bush, its hot breath blew the branches and leaves trembling.

Beside it, a low peak stands.

The thick dragon tail swept across, revealing a hidden cave at the foot of the mountain.

In the dark cave, the three-legged furnace illuminated the space fiery red.

Bang! Bang!

Two old men with thinning hair and white stubble wielded forging hammers and struck the sword embryo that was melted at high temperature.

"You two masters, really don't consider moving?"

Rhaegar moved a chair and played with the hilt of the sword polished with black keel.

The only response he received was silence and the clanging of the forging hammer.

The two old blacksmiths shut their mouths tightly and worked seriously with solemn faces.

"No matter what they do, they're just a bunch of blacksmiths.

Aemond said contemptuously.

Rhaegar glanced at him but said nothing.

Aemond's face stiffened and he became silent.

After half a month, the bruises on his face faded, leaving only a bandage on the bridge of his nose.

It was broken and almost crooked.

Rhaegar withdrew his gaze and patiently observed the old blacksmith's exquisite skills.

Following High Valyria's thoughts, the sword embryo invaded the water and was quenched.

White smoke emitted from Zila, blocking outsiders' prying eyes.

The sword in the water is a dragon's claw.

This sword was lost in the Sea of Smoke, and was picked up by the wild dragon Mogul and stored in his lair.

Going around and around, it returned to Rhaegar's hands again.

Just in time to capture Qohor and recast the Dragon Claw.

"My grandpa is going back to Old Town."

Aemond said with a straight face, reluctantly.

Rega frowned and said, "What are you going to do when you go back? The first task is to manage Qohor."

After being plundered by the Dothraki, Qohor was in great trouble and was almost massacred.

It was the gluttons who drove them away and saved the burning civilians.

Aemond crossed his arms and said, "What else can I do?"

Of course, retreat is the way to advance, waiting for the identity and status of the Archon of Qohor.

Bartimus is a narrow-minded little man who has been driven back to Crab Island.

Cole did not govern well and reluctantly recruited some Dothraki to train his army.

Hearing this, Rega knew what he was talking about and said calmly: "It's up to you. Kohor is being watched by many people and needs an old fox to take over."

On the other hand, Kohol has a vast territory, sparsely populated areas, and rich resources.

Just like the cave at their feet, it was an extinct volcano that had been silent for a long time.

The blacksmiths of Qohor discovered this place and it has been a holy place for forging for generations.

Rhaegar could feel the abundant fire magic power underground.

There must be magma deep in the rock formations.

With this extinct volcano, the value of Qohor has skyrocketed.

Suitable for dragons to build their nests, Targaryens have an extra place to breed.

(End of chapter)

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