Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 615

Chapter 615 The old dragon who was forced to move

 The next day.

At dawn, a huge black dragon rushed out of the garden of Summer Hall.

The dragon crossed the Bone Road and flew across the Dorne Sea where broken ships were piled up.

Sunspear City, coastal area.

Fishermen quietly went out to sea to catch fish and shrimp in the morning.

boom-

A huge thing as black as coal flew past, its broad wings covering the sky, like thick dark clouds covering the sky.

"dragon!"

The fishermen screamed and jumped into the sea to escape.

Even two generations later cannot erase the fear brought about by the Dragon's Wrath ten years ago.

"Hiss-"

Fortunately, the ferocious beast only passed by the coast of Dorne and flew towards the junction of the Narrow Sea and the Summer Sea.

Above the sky, Rhaegar smiled and patted the dragon's back: "You scared them, glutton."

"roar!"

The glutton roared from his throat, his chest heaving and speeding up.

One person and one dragon got up early and said goodbye to the beautiful environment of Midsummer Hall.

Just on the way, Rhaegar visited Helena and her two children.

Mother and son are not simple people. They shoulder the heavy responsibility of the family and the kingdom.

Little Rose Margaery of Highgarden and Maryse Baratheon of Storm's End, both of them are Helena's close friends.

The three women have been helping each other, uniting the Reach and the Stormlands, and have been guarding the safety of the Dorne Marches for several years.

The civil strife in Dorne continues to this day, and the rebels known as the "Orphans of the Green Blood River" have adopted guerrilla tactics of fighting one battle for another.

Represented by Prince Quill of Sunspear, he blocked the Prince's Pass and the Bone Road, confining the rebellion to the desolate desert in western Dorne.

Occasionally, rebels would attack the two passes, but Helena would use the Dream Fire to repel the enemies.

Maintain the stability of the Dorne Marches for several years.

"Return from Sothoros and take the children back to King's Landing to live for a while."

Rhaegar blew the cool sea breeze and made up his mind.

His child can be a dragon or a mediocre person, but it cannot be a sheep.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, a loud dragon roar resounded for miles around, containing endless anger.

"Glutton!"

Rhaegar was suddenly startled and drove the dragon straight to the direction where the dragon roar came from.

The glutton's pale green eyes focused, his thick neck turned, and he flapped his wings and galloped towards the east.

Soon, fragmented islands appeared on the vast sea.

There was a dazzling fire, smoke and screams.

"Hiss! Hiss!"

A giant light silver dragon soared into the sky, flapping its wings and chirping shrilly.

"The pirate ship of the Three Women Kingdom!"

Rhaegar recognized the origin of the burning ship at a glance, as well as the red-hot scorpion crossbow on the deck.

"Hiss!"

The sea smoke circled at low altitude, and a big hole was broken in the right wing membrane, and blood flowed out.

Rhaegar frowned and watched the light silver dragon fly up into the clouds and gradually disappear from sight.

It is adjacent to the Stepstone Islands and intertwined between the Narrow Sea, the Dorne Coast and the Summer Sea.

The troops on the Stepstone Islands were stationed on Bloodstone Island and Gray Gallows Island, and the border areas were weakly defended.

Slave ships, stowaways and pirates would choose to bypass the garrison and achieve their goals from here without anyone noticing.

This pirate ship from the Three Women Kingdom collided with the sea smoke wandering nearby, which was bad luck for them.

Haiyan may not recognize the flags of House Targaryen or Velaryon, but she definitely remembers the stinky smell of the pirates of the Three Women Kingdom.

Its maiden battle was the first Battle of the Stepstone Islands that lasted for several years.

Rhaegar looked down and saw that the pirate ship had burned through and sunk, and there were several small ships around it that were unharmed.

The sails of a harpy hang from it, which is obviously a slave ship from Slaver's Bay.

Lei Jia's eyes flashed, intent on burning the fire.

At this moment, a group of dark-skinned people walked out of the slave ship, waving white flags in their hands.

"A native of the Summer Islands?"

Rhaegar was interested.

I heard that the people of the Midsummer Islands are born slaves.

Strong and strong, less prone to illness.

Gray Worm said that less than half of the Unsullied who were trained in the same batch were from the Summer Islands.

However, due to their lazy nature, the survival rate is not high.

At this time, the dark-skinned natives knelt on the deck, shouting for mercy in broken Valyrian.

At first glance, it was the instigation of profiteers who traded slaves.

Rega pondered for a moment and did not shout "Dragon Flame".

Let them go and go back to Slaver's Bay.

Instead of being burnt to death by a glutton's dragon flames, there might be a way to survive in Slaver's Bay.

With a thought, Rhaegar looked away: "Let's go, glutton."

"Hiss-"

The glutton's vertical pupils were indifferent, and he didn't even pay attention to the little bug below, and flew straight to the continent of Soothros.

One person and one dragon left soon.

Several slave ships sent people to salvage the gold and silver treasures from the pirate ships, divided them all and left in a hurry.

Three ships crossed the Narrow Sea and returned to Slaver's Bay in the far eastern continent.

A slave ship made a unique move, skirting the coast of Dorne as far as the eye could see, and sailing into the summer sea leading to Old Town.

The sea breeze blew by, and the sailboat broke through the waves.

Below the deck, the cabin is cramped.

Men, women, old and weak in ragged clothes huddled in the corner, all with dejected faces.

On this ship, no matter what their origin or race, they are all slaves willing to be mermaids.

"elder brother."

Beside the boat deck by the window, a white-haired young man squatted with his arms wrapped around his legs.

On the ordinary face, there is a pair of deep blue eyes.

"Don't worry, we are not going to rebuild the slave city-state at the ruins of the Gughis Empire."

Another man with silver-blond hair had a serious look on his face, holding his younger brother who looked very similar to him in his arms.

"I heard the roar of the dragon. It was so exciting."

The white-haired young man raised his head and stretched out his hand to gently rub his brother's short, stubbled beard.

The silver-blond man lowered his head, his eyes full of admiration: "A living dragon is so good!"

It's approaching noon.

The continent of Sothoros, the Green Hell.

"Hang Chi Chi…"

The terrifying giant dragon, one hundred and eighty meters long, stood majestically, its pitch-black scales reflecting metallic luster in the sunlight.

The huge mouth of the abyss tore into a green-spotted long-winged dragon. Ignoring the opponent's weak cry, it raised its sharp claws and disembowelled it.

The edge of the horrific hunting scene.

Rhaegar dressed in black robes, lit a bonfire and baked a bunch of fruits.

He had just been to the Basilisk Islands.

It still smells so bad, and is home to a bunch of maggots waiting to be fed.

He just changed from a slave trader and a smuggler to a remnant of the Three Women Kingdom.

Of course, prostitutes remain, and no one will drive away a group of poor people who have no power to restrain themselves and give away their bodies.

Rhaegar made a general inspection and found that the Basilisk Islands have been controlled by the pirates of the Three Women Kingdom and have become the first line of defense against the outside world.

At the same time, three emerging city-state prototypes were newly established in the coastal area of ​​​​Sothoros.

Based on the Island of Tears, Ax Island and Nass Island respectively.

The former is located behind the Basilisk Islands. The islands are covered with swamps and mud and were once the ruins of "High Gossos".

It is both a colony abandoned by the ancient Valeriva and Gughis empires.

The latter two are located on the east coast of Sothoros, with an island shaped like an axe.

When Nymeria traveled across thousands of ships, she visited somewhere, but was driven away by pirates.

Nass Island is independent from Sothoros and is located in the southwest corner of the Basilisk Islands. It is surrounded by affiliated islands and has favorable geographical resources.

The choice of location for the reconstruction of the city-state in the Three Women's Kingdom can be described as carefully considered.

If all goes well, a Tri-City Alliance will be created that is not inferior to the past.

"It can't be too smooth."

Rhaegar murmured softly.

It's time to consider colonizing Sothoryos.

The last time they captured Slaver's Bay, they were overthrown shortly before they could send nobles to divide the land.

It is not that easy for the Three Women's Kingdom to take root in the Sothoros continent.

Rega secretly cursed: "After returning this time, we must re-establish strategic goals."

The Qohor battlefield was a drag on the kingdom, but it had to be fought. If you want to mobilize troops against Sothoryos, it is easy to fall into a two-front or even three-front battle.

"It is necessary to convene a family council."

Rhaegar made up his mind that he could no longer give his enemies breathing space in order to develop the economy.

boom-

A strong wind swept through the jungle, covering the sky with mossy dark green, and echoed with the roar of a dragon as muffled as a heavy drum.

Rhaegar raised his head and saw the sturdy giant beast flying at low altitude.

"His-"

Uragas stretched his neck and let out a dull roar at the dragon-eating species below.

The rancid smell that made the dragon sick could be smelled from a distance.

"Hiss-"

The glutton looked up to the sky and roared, his pale green eyes full of malice.

Rhaegar shook his head, selectively deaf and blind to the hatred of the two dragons.

After getting to know him for a long time, Uragas is actually a very wise old dragon.

He is very calm about everything and spends time in his own territory.

It's just that the glutton has a bad nature and stands on the opposite side of all dragons.

There is no dragon that has fought with it without hatred or fear.

Who said its fighting style is extremely fierce?

As a ruthless dragon-eating species, it specializes in picking out the weak points of its kind to kill.

"Ulagas, come with me when you are healed!"

Rhaegar threw away the burnt fruit skewers and shouted to the sky.

boom-

What responded to him was silence, along with the dead leaves and dust kicked up by the old dragon when he landed.

"roar…"

Uragas shook the dragon's head, and a pair of huge sharp horns bent backwards cut through the tree trunk, opening up a broken path.

Rhaegar stood in front of the old dragon, facing the hot breath, and the shadow gradually fell over his head.

This old dragon who has wasted his time is worthy of his age, and his body is undoubtedly majestic.

Taken alone, Wormisor, the third largest bronze fury in the family, is no match for it.

Only Vhagar can safely cover one end.

Rhaegar's eyes shone and he raised his palms high: "Ulagas, come back to Dragonstone with me."

"roar…"

The old dragon lowered his head in silence, rested his rough chin on his palm, and slowly lowered his body as heavy as a mountain.

At this time, Lei Jia took a closer look and saw the dense scars on the old dragon's body.

New wounds cover old wounds, showing the vicissitudes of time.

"This is?"

Lei Jia's expression changed slightly, and he found a scratch on the dragon's head that penetrated his forehead.

The wounds were shocking and oozing with dirty blood that was smoking white.

Rega said alertly: "Have you fought against other wild dragons?"

Such a vicious scratch is not something an ordinary opponent can accomplish.

"roar…"

Uragas closed his vertical pupils, lowered his head in despair, and lay on the ground refusing to communicate.

Rega was very surprised and continued following the topic: "If I can hurt you, then you should leave me."

It doesn't matter whether the opponent is a wild dragon or not.

The purpose is to abduct the rebellious three-hundred-year-old dragon in front of him.

Since the fall of the Red Comet, the magic tide has revived, and many ancient magics that have been depressed have reappeared.

Mogul in the Sea of ​​Smoke, Ilagath and the Storm Cloud hatched in the Bluffs.

Not to mention Rhaegar himself and the short-lived Shadow Master Fu and Water Wizard.

Even if Sothoryos really had a second wild dragon, he would not be surprised at all.

"Forget it, let's be tougher."

Rhaegar thought for a while and took out the dragon horn that he had been taking advantage of for a long time.

"Woooooo-"

The pitch-black horn that the two hugged suddenly blew, and an endless buzz echoed for hundreds of miles.

Rhaegar's eyes were closed tightly, and he naturally manifested his true form as a dragonborn, with black fire swirling all over his body.

In an instant, the black robe moved automatically without wind, swaying and twisting like a shadow.

"Hiss-"

The glutton roared, a dragon-shaped inscription appeared in his pale green eyes, and he flapped his wings and soared into the sky.

He didn't even care about the chewed up remains of the Pteranodon.

"His-"

The old dragon in front of him opened his vertical pupils, showing human surprise, and crawled backwards vigilantly.

It has heard the sound of trumpets more than once in the cold underground dragon's lair.

Every time the sound passes, one or two of the same kind will die.

"Woooooo-"

Rhaegar was indifferent and pulled out a blood-stained moss-colored scale from his sleeve.

The scales are as big as an adult's hand, and the surface is broken into pieces.

It is the scales that the old dragon fell off after being injured.

Rhaegar operated calmly, holding the scales and rubbing the dragon's horn, and the hot blood was absorbed into the dark surface made of Valyrian steel.

Buzz —

In an instant, the horn bloomed with a hazy blush, and small characters appeared one after another.

The small characters are layered upon each other, intertwined into a cyan dragon-shaped inscription.

"His-"

Uragas' eyes were raised in surprise, and a feeling of blood connection suddenly arose, causing the blood all over his body to boil.

Although he was confused, Lao Long did not act rashly.

It values ​​the silver-haired humans in front of it and does not want to hurt each other.

"Woooooo-"

Rhaegar played with all his strength, secretly using the "Dragon Dance" technique.

The old dragon gradually calmed down and crawled to the ground again.

"Come with me."

At the end of the song, Rhaegar's face turned pale, and he stretched out his hand to invite: "You are already a Targaryen dragon, you can't run away!"

"roar…"

Uragas tilted his head, seeming to ponder the meaning, then stood up and took flight.

boom-

The glutton dived at a low altitude and landed at its original position. The dragon's tail swung and pulled the driver over.

"Let's go!"

Rhaegar climbed onto the dragon's back, the corners of his mouth raised.

"Hiss-"

The glutton flew into the sky and caught up with the rejuvenated old dragon, spitting out a mouthful of green dragon flame to demonstrate.

Without even looking at it, the old dragon smashed through the ashes of dragon flames and headed towards the Summer Sea.

Just move, no big deal.

Dorne, Sunspear.

Prince Quill was young and pacing in the palace with a sad look on his face.

Sad!

Dorne is troubled internally and externally, and a red sea monster suddenly appears.

The Greenblood River, which Sunspear relies on for survival, is controlled by the Iron Throne and can only profit 30% of its shares every year.

Not much, but enough to maintain a prosperous life.

The red sea monsters of the Iron Islands slaughtered everywhere, plundered the natives of the Summer Islands, and plundered the merchant ships of the Summer Sea.

Seriously affecting maritime trade and affecting the Martell family's income.

"What should I do!"

Quill's face turned pale and he scratched his hair in worry.

"Hiss-"

Suddenly, a dragon's roar sounded as muffled as a bell.

Quill was shocked and ran to the glass window on his short legs.

As far as the eye can see, the three towering walls of Shadow City can be seen.

boom-

A dark dragon shadow flashed past, and it immediately chased a dark green dragon.

Two giant dragons stood side by side, hovering over Sunspear City.

"Very good!"

Quill looked happy and ran out.

He knew the huge black dragon, the glutton known as "Deathwing".

Not only can it eat humans, but it can also eat dragons.

His father, Prince Keoulun, was buried in the flames of this dragon.

(End of chapter)

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