Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 626

Chapter 626: Belron's Dragon Training “Part 1”

A few days after the fall of Norvos.

Golden Field, Dagger Lake.

The giant dragon, as black as carbon, swooped at a low altitude, plunged its huge body into the green lake, took a gulp of the lake water where the whitebait was jumping around, and lifted off again.

“Haha, I'm so motivated.”

Rhaegar camped by the lake, raising his hand to shield himself from the splashing cold water.

The camp is not large, with two or three tents piled together.

“The dragon likes heat and is afraid of cold, and the tropical climate of the golden field is just right.”

Daemon rubbed the flint and lit a bright bonfire.

A few days after the war ended, the uncle and nephew ran away all night.

Who calls two dragons in the cold Nortex and have a sense of dormancy anytime, anywhere.

Corakxiu flew slowly overhead, twisting its evil snake-like body and spitting out scarlet dragon flames.

Crackling…

Several one-meter-long big fish fell from the sky and fell to the ground, causing blood splashes.

Rhaegar's face fell, and he complained: "This is impossible to eat."

“Not better than Novos' frozen pie?”

Daemon sneered, used the flowing river water to clean the big fish, and asked half-seriously: "How much bigger is Dagger Lake than God's Eye Lake? Are you not considering building a castle?"

“That's what I meant.”

Lega admitted it generously.

Damon's expression changed slightly and he said seriously: "Confirmed?"

Norvos has been captured and is being garrisoned by Otto Hightower and Iron Guard Cole.

Before leaving, my good nephew used dragon stone magic to recast the mountain fortress and the nearby fortresses into an indestructible natural barrier.

Its safety level is close to that of the Blood Gate that protects the Eagle's Nest City.

However, the Golden Wilderness has not yet been controlled. Dagger Lake, which runs from north to south, is located in the middle and is indeed an important transportation thoroughfare.

Rhaegar smiled and affirmed: "I have sent a message to Volantis to transport supplies along the Rhoyne River and build a dragonstone fortress by the Dagger Lake."

“It would be better to choose the site of the Rhoynar city-state.”

Daemon was more cautious and first thought of several abandoned city-states located between the Andalus Mountains and the Qohor Forest.

For example: "Ge Duohe", "Na Sa Xing", "A Nos City" and so on.

These are city-states with strategic locations.

In the war against the Rhoynar in ancient Valyria, many were destroyed by dragonfire.

But it is undeniable that the land of the Rhoynar was once very fertile, which attracted the invasion of the ancient Valyrian people.

Rhaegar pondered for a moment: "The Dagger Lake runs through the north and south. It can be a trade center for the disputed land and city-states such as Volatis, and serve as the foundation for the family."

“The remaining city-states are in ruins. We will wait until the family forms a stable trade chain in the Eastern Continent before considering rebuilding and relocating the population.”

Damon frowned slightly, but agreed: "It's a good escape route."

“This is a last resort and should not be taken unless absolutely necessary.”

Rhaegar shook his head, still feeling reluctant to leave Westeros.

It is difficult to choose between a continent that is fully ruled and a rich territory that is vast, sparsely populated and develops slowly.

Facing the dark forces that are about to move in the north, he still plans to give it a try.

If there is really a danger of destruction, the eldest son and the others can migrate to the continent of Essos.

With the disputed land and the port of Volantis, the golden wilderness surrounded by Norvos and Qohor, the three power structures of the Free Fortress Empire Dragon, the local nobles, and the maritime nobles are recreated.

“By the way, Pentos' mercenaries are out.”

Daemon mentioned it suddenly.

“Then fight, the plain battlefield is just a way to deliver food to the dragon.”

Rhaegar is as plain as water, and in his heart he only cares about the iron vault full of gold.

At dusk, the sky is getting dark.

The halo of the setting sun shines on Dagger Lake, creating a beautiful picture of green and red.

Rhaegar returned to the camp and wrote a letter.

When you put down the pen, hesitate for a moment.

　　It has been almost a month since I left home, and there is still no news about my eldest son training his dragon. He is probably in trouble.

“He should be given some guidance.”

Rhaegar pondered and wrote the old dragon in the lemon grove.

Ulagath is an ancient dragon full of history, and those who know it can count it on one hand.

Since the eldest son can train a dragon, he might as well give it a try.

At the end, he informs Norvos of the victory on the battlefield and reminds his father and Rhaenyra to be careful of counterattacks from across the strait.

After writing, tie it to the raven's leg.

Time flies, half a month later.

Junlin, dragon's lair.

“Hiss!”

Angry roars resounded through the hall, and blazing dragon flames overflowed from the roof of the iron rope shed.

At the bronze door, Eamonn was leaning against the door carelessly, holding a popsicle in his mouth.

Boom—

The moss-green deceiver climbed on the wall, with amber vertical pupils showing cunning, and its long and slender dragon tail like a scorpion's tail flicked.

“A ungrateful old woman.”

Eamonn spit out the popsicle stick and looked at the silver-haired woman who was escaping with a mischievous smile.

At his mother's request, he took Yelena from Slaver's Bay to visit the dragon's lair.

During this period, I met Liar, Moon Dancer, Sylax...

This old woman is not satisfied yet and wants to see a real adult dragon.

Wormisor and Silverwing both live in the Dragon Pit and were led out by the Dragon Hunters.

The former was fine when he saw Irena, just like a little bug that didn't bother her.

On the contrary, Yinyi was in a gentle mood. With only a slight twitch of his nose, he sprayed dragon flames at Elena.

It seems that the other person has an extremely repulsive smell.

“I almost didn't burn you to death.”

Aemon clapped his hands and ordered: "Return Silver Wings to Dragonstone Island and send someone to keep an eye on the old woman around the clock."

The masterless dragon is not afraid of being tamed by the old woman. After all, it cannot fly out of the dragon's lair.

I am afraid that someone will steal the dragon eggs and cause the dragons to flee.

But as long as he is here, no one can succeed.

The deceiver retreated slightly, and a shadow enveloped the hall, revealing a ferocious dragon head with horns and crown.

Yinyi's vertical pupils were sharp and his nose was punched hard, like a beast waiting to be hunted.

“Take it down, quickly!”

Aemon was not afraid and urged the dragon men.

“Follow your orders, Silver Wings!”

The dragon-bearing people gathered around and loudly coaxed the dragon to return to the dragon pit.

　　Boom—

The bronze gate was closed, and eight hundred armored warriors patrolled in all directions, surrounding the dragon's cave with water.

Eamonn walked out of the door and took out a letter from his arms. Signed to: Rhaegar I of Targaryen.

“I'll take a look at my father's letter.”

Aemon opened the envelope and read the contents line by line.

Returning to King's Landing from Tyrosh, he began to work as the Grand Maester and the Chief of Intelligence. The letter came from Raven Tower.

After reading the letter, Aemon almost dropped his jaw: "Three hundred years old... such an old dragon."

“No, no, I have to send it to my brother quickly.”

Aemon boarded the White Wheel Palace and told Alec of the Kingsguard: "Ser, take me back to the Red Keep first."

“Yes, Prince.”

Alec fulfilled his duty faithfully and drove back silently.

Halfway through the journey, an idea flashed in Aemon's mind, and he said in surprise: "Hey, my eldest brother wants to tame the dragon, so I can help."

I remember that there were many good things in my father's bedroom.

Give one of these things to my elder brother.

When he thought of his eldest brother's tears of thanks to him, Aemon was full of energy: "Hurry, ser."

The next day, it was dark and bright.

Dragonstone, east coast.

“Hiss!”

A young giant dragon with jet black scales and scarlet dorsal fins and wing membranes roared repeatedly and rolled on the grass on the edge of the cliff, stirring up a burst of dust and grass blades.

Crack! Crack!

The long black whip with bone spurs struck one after another, wrapping around the dragon's neck like a snake.

Berron gasped, climbed onto the dragon's back with a dragon-taming whip in hand, and shouted: "Snipe me again, Ilagas!"

At this time, Mi Tai had a small face and only a few rags were left on his body.

“Hiss!”

Ilagas shouted hoarsely, glaring with a pair of scarlet vertical pupils.

Berron lay on the dragon's back, wielding the dragon-training whip as a whip: "I'll let you snipe me, I'll make you cautious!"

Crack a whip and complain, venting the excitement of the past half month.

Several times I failed to dodge in time and was almost turned into a roast by the cautious dragon.

“Hiss!…”

Ilagas screamed in pain, and his huge body, comparable to that of an adult dragon, rolled on the ground, trying to throw the little bug off.

“The beauty of thinking.”

Berlon is like a dog-skin plaster that sticks firmly to the dragon's back.

If it weren't for the pain and futility of punching the dragon scales, I really want to punch it twice.

In his tattered pants, he was carrying a crumpled letter.

Letter from brother Aemon.

　　Not only did he share a three-hundred-year-old dragon that lived in the lemon grove, but he also gave him a dragon-taming whip that his father had kept in his palace.

Berlon's face turned red, he waved his whip and tied the dragon's neck, and said to relieve his anger: "Be careful dragon, you also have to be alone sometimes!"

Every time he encounters Vagahar passing by, he will be chased and killed by Ilagath.

　　The great cause of training dragons has been good, but it has failed several times in the middle.

“Hiss!”

Ilagas has a violent personality and cannot bear the revenge of the little insect, so he musters up his strength and rushes to the sky.

It took off with a whoosh, and the scarlet wing membrane enveloped the waves below the coast.

“Ah! What are you doing!”

Berlon was shocked and quickly tightened the dragon-taming whip.

The higher the young dragon flies, the tighter the dragon-taming whip is.

The tighter the dragon-taming whip is, the more energetic the young dragon will be.

“Hiss!”

Ilagas looked up to the sky and roared, sometimes rising up into the clouds and sometimes falling into the sea, trying to injure both sides by tossing the little bugs on his back.

Berron was so shaken that he felt dizzy, and the determination in his bones also rose.

“Then let's see who yields first.”

One person and one dragon were carried on, and they tried their best to hurt each other.

At this time, the towering Dragon Mountain.

“Roar?”

Vhagar was lying on the rugged mountains. When he heard the roar of the dragon on the east coast, he raised his head and felt irritated by being disturbed from his clear dream.

　　Boom—

The huge feet stepped on the strange rocks, spread out the holes-filled wings and soared into the sky.

He wants to teach the little one a lesson and keep quiet on Dragonstone.

The other side.

One person and one dragon were unaware and were still jumping up and down to compete.

There was a thunderous roar in the distance, and the majestic orange dragon flames mixed with thick smoke struck.

Berron suddenly looked back, his face changed drastically: "Run, Ilagas!"

Boom—

It was a little late, the dragon flames were overwhelming and surging.

Vhagar's vertical pupils were full of indifference, and he only cared about teaching the restless young dragon a lesson.

Berron subconsciously lay down and pulled out the dragon-taming whip that restrained the dragon's neck.

The next moment.

“Hiss!”

Amid the billowing dragon flames and thick smoke, the young black dragon rushed out, spitting out a jet of black dragon flames from a distance.

The dragon flames were as black as night, and they exploded against the wrinkled and thick skin of the old dragon.

Vhagar was sprayed on the side of his neck. He roared with rage, flapped his wings and started chasing.

Ilagas moves flexibly, dodges every attack of the old dragon, and fires back with dragon flames from time to time.

Its dragon flame is extremely lethal and has an explosion-like effect.

This is exactly the same as the black dragon fire that Balerion had during his lifetime.

“Hiss!”

　　Ilagas escaped from the bite of an old dragon for the last time and dived into the sea under the cliff.

Berlon's heart was pounding, and he was always paying attention to the old dragon's bad temper. He gritted his teeth and said: "Leave Dragonstone, Ilagas!"

Vhagar has a ferocious temperament and does not tolerate provocation and rides in the air with the dragon.

Ylagas angered it and was not easily forgiven.

Boom—

As soon as he finished speaking, the orange dragon flames mixed with thick smoke fell down, boiling the sea water surging near the cliff.

“Hiss!”

Ilagas panicked and subconsciously refused the little insect's instructions, planning to escape in any direction.

“At my command, Ilagas!”

Berlon became more aggressive and used the dragon training whip to forcefully take over control of the dragon.

The movement was violent, and the paper ball in the torn pants fell off.

Berlon caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.

(End of this chapter)

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