Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 630

Chapter 630 Yue Wu attacks

At night, thick smoke billows from the sea.

　　Bang—

Berron jumped off the dragon's back, helped up the limp old man, and asked concernedly: "How is Yang Yan?"

“You should ask me how I am.”

Aegon said helplessly.

“You look okay.”

Berron looked back at Yang Yan who was screaming in pain, and said as if he was stabbing a knife: "What a beautiful dragon, it is always injured to protect the driver."

The originally gorgeous pale pink wing membrane is now full of large and small holes.

There are burns and holes pierced by arrows.

Let's not mention it, but when he mentioned the injured Sunfire, Aegon howled in distress: "Damn Greyjoy bastard, my Sunfire!"

He threw himself on the **** wound and burst into tears.

Who would have thought that the Iron Islands' fleet would suddenly attack the Stepstones.

The quality of the fleet is even better than that of the Velaryon family.

Even on a ferocious offensive that is not afraid of death, it is even more suitable for blitzkrieg.

“Don't be sad, uncle.”

Berron touched the scar on the side of his face and said firmly: "Wait until I gather the princes of the riverlands to attack the Iron Islands together."

He has a dragon.

It's time to summon your vassals to fulfill your promise.

Stormland, Stonehelm City.

In the dark night, the waves crashed against the towering cliffs.

If you stand here, you can just see the bright fire burning on the stone staircase islands.

“Hiss!”

An ugly mud dragon crawled out slowly, holding a goat in its sharp snout, chewing a mixture of mud and blood.

On the dragon's back, Aemond's one eye was deep, looking in the direction of the rising fire.

“Roar…”

After the sheep thief finished eating the goat, his thin body swayed slightly, and he raised his wings and prepared to take off.

“Wait a minute, idiot.”

Aemond looked gloomy and stopped the mud dragon's actions.

The sheep thief was stunned for a moment, then lay lazily on the ground.

Even burped.

“We'll leave later, do you understand?”

Aemond secretly rubbed the one-eyed dagger hanging on his waist, with a trace of cruelty flashing in his eyes.

Aegon was so shameless that he completely forgot about the pride of being a Targaryen.

Even when asked to help his sister and nephew, he pretended to be deaf and dumb.

It's time for him to make an unforgettable stumble.

On the other side, by the Green Blood River.

Boom—

A pale dragon shadow fell on the deserted riverside, its nostrils quickly waving in search of the scent.

“Hiss!”

Finally, a large piece of flesh covered with dark green scales was found in the mud, and a high-pitched roar like a sonic wave spread in all directions.

With a loud chewing sound, drops of cooled dragon blood fell to the ground.

A wisp of breeze blew by, blowing away the dark clouds that blocked the bright moon.

The moonlight shines on the flat river surface, reflecting a terrifying monster.

The whole body has pale gray-like dry scales, scarlet vertical pupils, a pair of long horns bent backwards like dead tree branches, and a mouth full of sharp teeth dripping with saliva.

The pale dragon kept licking the remaining dragon meat residue, raising its head and letting out a contented moan.

If someone were here, they would be able to see the true face more clearly.

A terrifying giant beast that is as pale as a dried stone, as skinny as a stick and as sickly, with a thin and long neck.

Just one look at it, and ill will comes to you.

As if born to be evil and evil.

Licking up the last trace of blood, the pale wild dragon moved its stiff neck, spread out a pair of wings full of holes, and jumped into the sky.

The withered body swayed, disappearing into the night like a strange snake.

Completely missing.

The next day.

Golden Field, Dagger Lake.

It was just dawn, and the curtains of one of the tents had not yet been opened.

Rhaegar was lying on the bed alone, sleeping with his eyes closed.

But my sleep was not restful.

His face turned slightly pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the fingers on his lower abdomen twitched unconsciously.

He had a dream, and it was a nightmare.

Hurrah!

The tent curtain opened, and a figure broke in.

Damon's face was full of impatience, and he said in a sinister tone: "Get up, my dear majesty."

A shout came out, and the person on the bed sat up.

“Huhu~~”

Rhaegar's chest rose and fell violently, muttering to himself: "Green dragon, a green dragon..."

“What green dragon?”

Daemon frowned.

“A green dragon fell into the water.”

Rhaegar spoke with difficulty, covering his cold forehead with his palms.

A chaotic nightmare in which a green dragon flies over the sea.

Then, I can't remember.

“Hiss~!” Rhaegar took a deep breath and bit the tip of his tongue to regain consciousness.

Seeing his good nephew's appearance, Damon's eyes flickered and he interrupted: "We don't have enough supplies."

“Then look for it.”

Rhaegar rubbed his temples and responded casually.

“Volantis' freighters are slow.”

Damon's mind turned and he whispered: "Someone has discovered our traces, and it seems that the army has been sent out to catch us."

After finishing speaking, I smiled a little.

The army arrests the dragon rider?

Perhaps he went straight to Qohor, who was lightly guarded.

Rhaegar was not in the mood to talk nonsense, and suddenly thought of something: "Rhaenayla sent me a letter, and Baenaela sneaked out of King's Landing."

It seems to be coming to the other side of the strait.

"What?"

Damon's expression calmed down.

Pentos, Valyrian Way.

A black dragonstone road from the Freehold Empire, with a shortcut connecting Norvos and Qohor, as well as half of the incomplete road to Volantis.

Tap tap tap…

At this time, a group of mercenaries riding war elephants stepped onto the road and headed towards Qohor.

The army numbered more than 2,000, including 500 cavalry.

The war elephants are tall and large, and are covered with bronze armor. There are more than a dozen of them.

This is already one of the most powerful mercenary groups in the Essos continent.

Employed by a minister close to the Prince of Pentos.

The army marched slowly, and the time soon came to noon.

The hot sun shines down, and Longshi Avenue gradually heats up.

When people walk on it, their feet will be burned, and the sweat will evaporate immediately.

Suddenly, a strong wind swept through, cheering up the mercenaries.

“Hmm~!” Unexpectedly, the war elephant leading the way became restless, waving its long trunk and roaring wildly.

No one has noticed it yet, and there is a small black spot in the sky.

“Hiss!”

A young giant dragon with dark green scales all over its body and gray-white lines covering its body spreads its wings and soars.

“Quiet, Moon Dance.”

Benila was wearing black leather armor, riding on the back of the dragon and looking down.

The first thing you see is a mercenary group in trouble.

“Is it an enemy?”

Benila's eyes lit up and she quickly pulled the saddle rope: "Our opportunity has come, Moon Dancer!"

“Hiss!”

Yuewu screamed sharply, flapped her butterfly-like wings and swooped down, her pair of narrow vertical pupils blooming with fierce light.

One man and one dragon flew out of King's Landing in an honorable manner.

　　We should have gone to Lys or Tyrosh, left the Throat and headed straight to Pentos on the other side of the strait.

If you want to prove yourself, you cannot hide behind the scenes.

If you want to go, go to the main battlefield and speak with the dragon on your crotch.

The High Road of Old Valyria, a few miles away.

“Hiss!”

A gorgeous dragon with cobalt blue scales all over its body, its lower jaw, chest, abdomen and claws are copper foil color, and it is a slender and gorgeous dragon that soars slowly.

Hearing the roar of the dragon in the distance, his lazy demeanor changed.

On the back of the dragon, Darren held up tons of water bags to fill the water. When he heard the sound, he quickly put it down: "Follow me, Tesserion."

“Hiss!”

Tesserion neighed and flapped his wings vigorously.

They are guards.

　　According to Rhaenyra and Rhaenya's request, he made a special trip to **** the disobedient Baenaela.

The strong wind blew on his face, and Darren's handsome face was deformed, which was no match for the bitterness in his heart.

　No one can refuse, just do things obediently.

A few days later.

King's Landing, Red Keep.

“Enter stealthily and walk cautiously.”

Aemon pouted and sneaked into the closed king's chamber.

At a glance towards the wall where the fireplace is located, several Valyrian weapons are hanging quietly.

“Hehe.” Aemon laughed playfully and took off the real fire with a ruby embedded at the end.

With father away, there is no need to touch these treasures.

Thanks to his constant maintenance.

　　Confirming that the curtains were closed, Aemon waved the real fire around the room and said proudly: "Bellon will have to thank me when he comes back, if he can successfully tame the dragon."

That is a dragon-taming whip, a treasure worth more than a Valyrian steel sword.

With just a little skill, he was sent to Dragonstone Island to contribute to his brother's great cause of dragon training.

“It's a pity that the Dragon's Horn was taken away by his father.”

Aemon was tired from dancing with his sword, so he murmured for water.

The Dragon's Horn is so important that my father always carries it close to his body.

However, the real fire is not bad, but it is much prettier than the dragon claw in my brother's hand.

The door suddenly opened, startling the boy.

Rhaenyra leaned against the door frame and narrowed her eyes: "Drink, why don't you drink?"

“Mom.”

Eamon was suddenly sweating profusely and quickly put down the real fire.

He was caught red-handed, and his buttocks were already aching.

“Humph, who can give birth to an idle character?”

Rhaenyra snorted coldly and asked, "I don't know if you lost the dragon-taming whip, or if someone from the Red Keep broke into the palace, I don't know?"

Still thinking that the dragon-taming whip was given to the eldest son, waiting for the second son to come and admit his mistake.

The result is that he makes mistakes again and again, like a thief in a flea hole.

“I was wrong, Mom.”

Aemon looked frustrated and admitted his mistake.

He wandered around the slums of Tyrosh and encountered too many different religions, which further enhanced his out-of-touch character.

But I also understand a truth.

You have to admit it when you are wrong, or you will be beaten if you carry it to your death.

“I really can't teach you, Aemon.”

Rhaenyra held her forehead helplessly and sighed: "Go to the Mud Gate and say goodbye to Elena in Slaver's Bay for me."

If you can't teach him, you can just wait for the father to come back and beat him up.

Let's get down to business first.

“Send off!?”

Aemon suddenly stood up, his eyes full of confusion.

That person is from Slaver's Bay, and he calls himself "Dianliga" the Dragon King.

After reading the ancient books left by my father, I found out that there really was a Dragon King family with the same surname in ancient Valyria.

Adhering to the principle that it is better to kill the wrong person than let him go, he should not be allowed to leave King's Landing safely.

“Don't look at me, this is your father's decision.”

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and said patiently: "Elena is an old-fashioned person, as if she comes from the last century, but she is rarely aggressive."

“So, father wants to put her back to stabilize the situation in Slaver's Bay?”

Aemon had an idea and took over the rest of the words.

Rhaenyra nodded: "That's right."

The Four Cities Alliance and the remnants of the Three Women's Kingdom are in rebellion. It would be unwise to declare war on Slaver's Bay at this time.

Leave a female dragon king without a dragon in exchange for long-term security in Slaver's Bay.

It is more advantageous than killing a person.

"I see."

Aemon blinked his eyes and carefully slipped out of the palace.

Rhaenyra didn't stop her either, pretending she didn't see this troublesome child.

Think silently in your heart, dear, dear...

Junlin, Mud Gate.

A large ship flying the flag of Diane Liga sailed away from Blackwater Bay, as fast as it seemed to be running away.

“Hiss!~~”

A young dragon with green scales all over its body, a majestic and powerful body, and a tail as long as a scorpion's tail stands on the city wall, like a towering sculpture.

“I said, why didn't any of you inform me?”

Boss Aemon was unwilling and turned his back to the two figures.

Chief Intelligence Officer Tormund put his hands in his pockets and smiled: "The Queen wants to investigate you, how dare we stop her."

“Ever since that lady saw Silver Wing, Dragon's Cave has been under martial law.”

Dragon Cave Bachelor Menas explained in a low voice: "I don't have time to teach you either."

“You are so unloyal.”

Eamonn frowned and crossed his arms in anger.

As a friend and teacher, a little help will only cause trouble.

"prince."

Tormund got close and shared the fun: "I know a piece of news. Pantos hired a Dothraki cavalry, but I heard that it was to fight against the dragon. The tribe Kaa took the money and ran away."

"hehe."

It wasn't funny at all, Eamonn felt a little cold.

Looking at the vast Blackwater Bay, my restless heart gradually calmed down.

　　I miss Benila a little bit.

The fiancée left without saying goodbye, left him and sneaked away to the continent of Essos.

We are not afraid of danger along the way.

(End of this chapter)

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