Game Of Thrones: I Became A Crown Prince For A Day
/ Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 625
Chapter 625 The Prophecy of the Bearded Monk of Norvos
After half a month.
Norvos Hills, mountain fortress.
The sky is dark and lightless, covered with an airtight layer of clouds all year round, and the climate is cold and humid.
There are many mountains at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by mountains and dense forests of pines and cypresses.
As one of the nine free trade city-states, Norvos has the most difficult environment.
“Cheer up and don't be attacked by the dragon!”
On the battlements of the fortress, a bearded monk wearing a red robe scolded the soldiers on guard.
The soldier holds a battle ax and has a green ax tattoo on his face.
This is a religious tradition in Norvos, which means that a warrior marries an ax and is loyal to the ax in his hand throughout his life.
Facing the rebuke from religious members, the soldiers were timid and did not dare to resist at all.
“Don't take it lightly, the Dragon King of Valyria is the most treacherous!”
The bearded monk spoke a pure Valyrian accent, his sallow face full of solemnity.
Just ten days ago, Kohor's mercenaries were transferred in large numbers and placed throughout the Norvos Hills.
Three days ago, the army was stationed under the mountain fortress.
There is a strong trend that a storm is coming.
Having just finished speaking,
A huge dragon as black as carbon flew over the mountains, its wings that covered the sky and sun shrouded its head, like a dark cloud cover.
Rhaegar smiled and said: "Dragon Flame!"
Boom—
The Gluttony roared upwards, spraying green dragon flames like ashes that lightly filled the entire fortress.
In an instant, the sky was covered with a layer of green gauze.
“No! No no!”
The garrison soldiers stared wide-eyed, and the battle line instantly became a mess.
Zilazila…
The green dragon flames spread down, and the tarsal bones stuck to all objects like maggots, even the stone city walls melted.
The soldiers were infected with the dragon flames, just like they were infected with the Black Death, and they suddenly howled and screamed miserably.
Some even rolled all over the ground and turned into a withered skeleton while rolling.
“No, come and protect me.”
The bearded monk's expression changed drastically, and he grabbed a soldier and blocked him in front of him.
However, it is of no use.
The dragon flame is like a fishing net, with layers intertwined and covering everyone.
A wisp of green dragon flame fell on the thick black hairband, instantly igniting a soft and greasy flame.
"ah!"
Screams were heard endlessly, and the high temperature drove away the coldness of the lonely mountain.
In a short time, even the snow will melt.
Glutton's green vertical pupils were stern as he slowly turned around and returned to the dense snow-covered pine forest.
“Well done, old man.”
Rhaegar smiled, holding on to the saddle rope to resist the biting wind as the dragon swooped down.
A small Norvos.
How long can it last if a dragon flame burns on the 35th?
At noon, the sun shines on the dense forest.
“Roar…”
The Glutton was lying on the ground in a clearing with bushes, letting out a low, half-dead roar.
In a radius of one kilometer, the soil was scorched black and filled with the pungent smell of ash.
“Winter is really unkind to dragons.”
Rega smiled and strode towards the camp.
The glutton is fine, but he is not accustomed to the cold environment and resists as if to demonstrate to him.
This is not wrong, after all, everyone has been really lazy recently.
Having no energy to do anything.
Walking into the camp, several figures were formulating strategies.
Damon glanced up and continued to speak: "The rivers of Loras and Norvos are connected to each other, and the mercenaries of Pentos are also on their way. The pace of the war must be accelerated."
“How can you go faster? It's only been ten days?”
Otto frowned deeply and said angrily: "Our army was temporarily recruited, and now half of them are still wearing single clothes."
"It doesn't matter whether they live or die, it's enough if they can take up arms."
Daemon has a cold temperament and analyzes the battle situation rationally.
It will be even more troublesome to wait for enemy reinforcements to arrive without mentioning speed.
Rhaegar's eyes flashed and he agreed: "Norvos is not heavily defended, and the success rate of large-scale attacks is very high."
“Your Majesty.”
Otto looked serious and said solemnly: "If the army does not obey orders, there is a danger of mutiny."
“So what?”
Dimon retorted directly and said coldly: "You are a southerner. If you can't stand the bitter cold, you can retreat to Cohol."
As long as the battle is fast enough, the army will not have time to mutiny.
“Damon!”
Otto's face turned blue when he was ridiculed, and he was about to slam the table to challenge him.
Daimeng's eyes turned cold, waiting for the other party's next words.
The two have been enemies for more than twenty years and have long been rivals.
“That's enough, don't keep arguing!”
Rhaegar interrupted with a loud shout and said solemnly: "Let's start tonight. Order the army to cook rice and kill all the goats to make soup."
The army is coming, warm the soldiers.
Otto was extremely aggrieved and said in a muffled voice: "Yes, Your Majesty."
There are only so many military supplies, so it's best to finish them as soon as possible.
Damon immediately smiled and said with full control: "All the fortresses near the mountain fortress have been burned. We can go straight across the road to attack Norvos."
“Kill, don't capture!”
Rhaegar's eyes were gloomy, speaking of the cruelty of war.
Midnight, Norvos.
咚! Boom! Boom!
Three ancient bells with different tones rang continuously, covering up the wails and cries under the flames.
The majestic city-state built under the mountains and along the river was devoured by fire and swords.
The huge dragon, as black as carbon, spreads its wings and soars, with a pair of huge wings covering the dark night sky.
When the mercenaries rushed into the collapsed city gate and slaughtered the resistance forces wantonly. Countless Norvos people knelt on the ground and prayed with tears.
It is a pity that the gods worshiped by the bearded monks do not care about them, and the gods of the Andals and Valyrian people have also disappeared from the world.
At this moment, the only true **** is the "Wing of Death" who is famous on both sides of the strait.
On the high hills, three ancient bells swayed.
An old bearded monk knelt on his knees, with tears streaming down his muddy old eyes, and choked with sobs: "Great God of Death, we haven't arrived yet."
Follow the teachings of the God of Death.
When faced with danger, it is not time to meet the God of Death.
“There's another one, catch him!”
The mercenaries with bloodstained faces discovered him, held him down roughly, and bound him with ropes.
The three humming ancient bells also stopped swinging.
At dawn the next day.
Norvos Hills, Governor's Palace.
Human heads are stuck on spears and arranged in a neat row.
“Appease the common people and don't destroy the three ancient bells.”
Early in the morning, Rhaegar walked quickly and kept giving orders to deal with the aftermath.
“Your Majesty, I have something to report.”
Otto blocked the road head on, with dark circles under his eyes.
No one is relaxed after a busy night.
“What's the matter?”
Rhaegar kept walking and assigned mercenaries to put out the fire in the mansion.
The siege of the city was smooth for a while, but even the tiles had to be repaired afterwards.
Damn it, I should have taken Aegon and Aemond's brothers with me and gone to collect bricks from the ruins.
Otto followed closely and said solemnly: "Damon captured the Bearded Temple and discovered a strange mural."
“You should go and see it.”
“Oh?” Rhaegar paused.
Among the nine free trade city-states, except for the port city-states on both sides of the strait, which were newly established for hundreds of years, the likes of Qohor and Norvos are thousands of years old.
These ancient castles seem to hide some secrets.
Like the red-roofed temple of Qohor, where the Faceless Men almost assassinated Aemond.
Incense has a psychedelic effect.
But Rhaegar has not figured out anything weird other than incense until now.
“Let's go and have a look.”
Rhaegar became interested and put his work on hold for the time being.
Walking around all the way, we entered the black granite temple.
Damon stood in front of an underground stone wall, reaching out to touch the dim and blurry mural.
Rhaegar cast his gaze and frowned slightly.
It is a composition that includes dragons, ghosts, winter and the Great Wall. The lines are very deep and thick, and it is extremely old.
The army of the dead brings the cold winter and stands under the towering city walls.
The heavy snow howls, covering up the dark forest.
The giant dragon breathed out fire, but a spear pierced its neck, and it fell to the ground and was eaten by the dead.
At the end of the mural, two giant dragons fight in the air, spitting dragon flames at each other.
One dragon breathes black fire, and the other dragon breathes ice-blue fire.
Finally, there is a strange and ferocious face.
Like a human being, but even more like a dead person.
gazing at the common people with a pair of blue eyes, full of ambition and contempt.
“Is this a White Walker?”
Damon suddenly spoke and turned his head with a solemn expression.
Rhaegar stared at the ferocious face and said solemnly: "Yes, the darkness of the north."
But what does it foreshadow?
The White Walkers have the ability to kill dragons and also have the ability to control dragons.
How is this possible?
Damon was stunned and whispered: "Is what my brother said true?"
Since he became king, Viserys would talk to him privately about the White Walkers, darkness, and the prophecies of the Conqueror from time to time.
Every time he treats it as fart, an excuse for his brother to cover up his cowardice.
Today I saw the murals of the ancient city-state, and my understanding of the world suddenly became clear.
This is even more exciting than the hometown in the sea of smoke.
“And this way.”
Otto spoke silently and pointed to the unfolding mural at the entrance of the cave.
The scene of towering fire peaks and the shepherd encountering the dragon for the first time.
As well as the rise of the Freehold Empire, the fall of the Old Gith Empire, and the Valyrians enslaving tens of thousands of slaves to mine underground ore.
Before connecting a fleet to the continent of Westeros, an explosion occurred in the continuous fire peak, destroying the dragons flying in the sky.
“It's all prophecy.”
Rega's expression changed slightly, and he touched every inch of the mural one by one.
“No, the dates of the carvings are inconsistent.”
Touching the three sections of the mural, Rega suddenly discovered that it came from three different times.
The shepherd encounters the dragon in the opening chapter is the oldest one.
At least more than a thousand years.
The murals of the White Walkers are slightly inferior, and are also three to five hundred years old.
The traces of the Inar exile stone carvings in the middle are new, that is, works made in the last hundred years.
“What's the difference?”
Damon had no intention of thinking at this time.
Rega said seriously: "The difference is huge. The difference in time is to verify whether the mural is a prophecy or a record."
At least Inar's exile is definitely recorded by future generations.
“Perhaps we should ask someone in the know.”
Otto made a plan in his mind and called the mercenaries to bring someone with them.
Plop!
The old bearded monk was forced to his knees, whimpering listlessly.
His mouth was blocked with rags.
Rhaegar pulled out the rag and asked directly: "What does the mural mean?"
“Ho ho…”
The bearded monk gasped for air, his cloudy old eyes gleamed, and he muttered like crazy: "Losing a dragon, gaining a dragon!"
(End of this chapter)
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