Game Of Thrones: I Became A Crown Prince For A Day
/ Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 636
Chapter 636 Dance of the Blood Dragon "Part Two"
The big trees form a dense forest, and the fallen leaves and branches form a thick carpet.
“Hiss!”
In the vast primeval forest, a loud and sharp scream suddenly appeared.
A silver-haired figure was holding a pickaxe, trying desperately to smash a dragon-shaped creature the size of a hound.
The Brown-bellied Pterosaur with brown scales screamed shrilly, and its sharp head exploded into a puddle of flesh.
“Haha, what good luck.”
Jilan was sweating profusely as he picked up the corpse weighing hundreds of kilograms and hung it on the head of a pickaxe.
This place is located on Ax Island on the Sothoros continent, an uninhabited primitive jungle.
“It's getting dark.”
Kilan beat his trembling legs and staggered towards a bare mountain.
On the entire island, except for the pirates of the Three Women Kingdom, they are slaves.
He ran away secretly for the sake of his brother Kil's legacy.
That guy was burned to charcoal, which is in line with the cremation custom of the Valyrian Dragon King.
It is getting late and day and night alternate.
The mountains stand tall and towering, with no vegetation covering them above and below, and many places are covered with scorched earth.
There is a hidden cave halfway up the mountain, and the wind blows through it and howls like ghosts and wolves.
“Swallow fire and ride on the wings.”
“Standing two heads side by side, singing to three.”
The moonlight shines on the earth, and melodious ancient Valyrian songs are hummed, mixed with the trills of infinite sadness and remembrance.
Jilan's face was ashen, and he was slowly approaching the cave, carrying the body of the brown-bellied long-winged dragon.
He is going to die.
Wild dragon-eating species have never recognized their masters.
But if you don't work hard, your long-cherished wish to get out of the mist will turn into a pitiful memory of your slave life.
“Just die, brother.”
Jilan was determined to die and held on to the **** corpse.
This was the best prey he could find, a lone brown-bellied long-winged pterosaur.
Rumble —
The cave suddenly shook, as if a giant object was scratching the stone wall.
“By my voice, the words of fire.”
“The magic of blood, the sacrifice has been paid.”
The communication dragon's song is still humming, the sound is getting louder and louder, and the pitch is getting more and more off-kilter.
Boom—
From the dark and cold depths, a pale dragon head with twisted horns and crown emerged, and a pair of scarlet vertical pupils suddenly opened.
Tick-tock, tick-tock…
The slender neck stretched out, and irregular sharp fangs were exposed between the opening and closing of the dragon's snout. Hungry saliva dripped down the gaps between the teeth and fell to the ground.
Only a dragon's head was exposed, and a twisted and evil aura filled the cave.
Like a naturally crazy, chaotic monster.
“Gulu~~”
Kieran swallowed and stared straight into his eyes.
Forgot to breathe, let alone hum a song.
My mind went blank, and the hairs all over my body stood on end.
The pale wild dragon's scarlet vertical pupils flashed with ferocity, and a sound wave-like roar came out of its throat, slowly revealing its slender and skinny body.
At first glance, it looks like a skeleton.
Jilan bit the tip of his tongue to cheer up and threw the brown-bellied long-winged dragon to the awakening wild dragon.
The pale wild dragon glanced at it. The hooked fingers of its sharp wings crushed the dragon corpse, and its scarlet tongue licked it at will.
Put the pureed meat into your mouth and scrape off a layer of crust.
“Dragon, be quiet!”
Jilan's heart was beating fast, he took out a dagger and cut his wrist.
The jet-black blood spilled, stimulating the ferocity of the pale wild dragon.
Jilan retreated cautiously, mumbling words and making a final effort.
Boom—
A few seconds later, the pale wild dragon stopped approaching, lowered its head and licked the sand stained with black blood.
Jilan's eyes widened and he tentatively stretched out a hand.
The pale wild dragon moved gently and slowly, licking the ferocious dragon's kiss with its long tongue, and looked sideways at the little insect that was slowly approaching.
The next second, a ferocious color flashed across his scarlet vertical pupils.
“Hiss!”
The next day, Volantis.
The horn of vigilance sounded, and the patrol fleet set sail one after another.
“Prince, prince.”
On the black wall, Tailan hurriedly found Meka who was about to board the dragon's back, and said in a panic: "The fleet of the red sea monster is coming, heading for our port."
"I know."
Mekar's little face was calm, and he fastened the saddle buckle on his waist, “Raven sent a message to Belron, looking after Lys and the World Islands.”
"What?"
Tailan felt something strange and repeated: "The enemy is coming for us."
Mekar blinked and patted his silver-gray scales: "Fly, Thrax!"
It won't change anything anyway.
Let him be.
“Hiss!”
Thrax stretched his neck and roared. He stepped on the black wall with his hind feet and jumped down, his mist-colored dragon wings spreading in the wind.
Outside the port.
Dozens of warships of various sizes crossed the Summer Sea, arrayed in an orderly manner to attack Volantis.
It is the first three-masted sailing ship, flying the golden sea monster flag of House Greyjoy.
“Fire the arrow!”
The bearded commander gave the order, and the pirates fired thousands of arrows.
In contrast, Volantis patrol ships guarded the port, and Unsullied in black armor formed a defense line.
“Hiss!”
The war is about to break out, and loud dragon roars fall from the sky.
“Dragon Flame, Thrax!”
Mekar lay on the dragon's back, sapphire-like eyes staring at the battlefield below.
Thrax roared loudly, dived and attacked the leading warship, and the huge dragon head sprayed out silver-gray dragon flames like smoke.
"ah!"
The golden sea monster flag instantly ignited and collapsed, killing and injuring many people.
A young dragon joins in, and the scales of victory begin to tilt.
However, this is not enough.
From a distance, the thunderous roar of the dragon resounded for dozens of miles around, rushing towards him with the force of thunder.
“Dragon Flame!”
A huge old dragon with a moss-colored body plunged down into the clouds, following instructions and causing heavy casualties.
Berron's silver-gold shawl was swaying wildly as he rode on the back of the dragon and watched his younger brother Mekar.
“Hiss!”
Thrax hovered in the air, dodging arrows and spears with ease, spitting dragon flames like tarsal maggots.
Meka lay tightly on the dragon's back, hiding his body on the saddle forged from black steel.
One person and one dragon have a clear understanding of each other. As long as they protect themselves, the dragon will attack the entire field in minutes.
“Let me help you, Meka!”
Berron was very high-spirited and shouted loudly: "Let's drive away all the pirates of the Three Women Kingdom."
There was no response from the other side.
After a while, a small white hand stretched out from the black steel saddle and made a Yes gesture.
"Ha ha."
Berlon smiled and drove the old dragon across the battlefield.
He came in a hurry and only brought one giant dragon with him, but he still defeated the enemy step by step.
A fleet came from the direction of the Stone Steps Islands, flying three red dragon and blue seahorse flags.
A powerful fleet joined in, and the entire fleet of the Three Women Kingdom collapsed.
The sun has just risen to the center of the sky, and the sea below has ended.
Volantis, the governor's palace.
The brothers jumped off the dragon's back and walked hand in hand toward the palace.
Berron was very happy and kept talking all the way: "The Three Women's Kingdom has lost forty ships, large and small. Let's see how they can still fight at sea."
Meka:…
“Why don't you speak?”
Berron felt strange when his brother remained silent.
“Alas.” Meka sighed and reminded: “I didn't see the red sea monster.”
Moreover, the strength of the fleet is too poor, like a makeshift hodgepodge.
Berron is not stupid, he immediately thought: "Take the tiger away from the mountain."
A fleet pretended to attack Volantis, and the red sea monster led the main force to attack other places.
“But where can he be?”
Berlon secretly calculated that there were no easily conquered city-states nearby.
Meka frowned and muttered: "I thought I would go to Lys or the Stepstone Islands, but it seems that the red sea monster doesn't have the courage."
Where else can we go?
"prince!"
As soon as the brothers entered the gate, Tailan, fully armed, rushed out with a letter in his hand.
Seeing the two young dragons coming hand in hand, they almost fell over.
“What happened, Lord Tyran?”
Berron was relatively calm and could not help but frown.
Can I really teach my younger brother by entrusting him to such an impetuous teacher?
"Well…"
Tailan glanced at Meka and hesitated for a moment: "This letter is for Your Highness."
He is a loyal steward of Volantis, and of course he leaves first-hand information to the rightful owner.
“Let me take a look.”
Meka took the envelope, opened it, and looked at it together.
Signed to Irene Diane Liga of Slaver's Bay.
The meaning is simple and clear. Volantis wants to join the war against the Basilisk Islands, and Slaver's Bay can provide help.
The condition is...
Berlon had a black line on his forehead, and he gestured to his younger brother, who was only taller than his chest. He was extremely speechless: "This woman actually wants an old cow to eat young grass."
“I won't agree to it.”
Meka crumpled the letter into a ball, threw it on the ground, stepped on it, and said coldly: "Old woman."
Hate for his body, don't even think about it.
It means that no matter how poor Volantis is, it will be defeated until the last Unsullied is sacrificed.
He won't let the old woman with ulterior motives succeed!
Another day and night passed.
Axe Island, Tushan Dragon Cave.
Boom—
The pale wild dragon twisted its ghostly body and gnawed on a rotting long-winged dragon corpse.
“Ho ho~~”
At the top of the cave, gasping gasps could be heard.
A living dead man, with half his body charred black and his silver burned into a sticky substance, huddled miserably in a gap in the stone wall.
“It hurts, it hurts so much…”
The living dead groaned and opened a purple eye.
The charred body moved slightly, revealing the other half of the intact, twisted face.
Silver gold turned into paste after a short fever and stuck to the skin, making it difficult to open one's eyes.
Kilan is not dead, or not dead for the time being.
The dragon-taming rituals taught in the book didn't work at all, and he was still seriously injured if he should have been attacked.
The pale wild dragon is cruel by nature. It seems that it does not want to eat him in one go, but lets the prey hide in nooks and crannies to thicken the remaining parts.
Stab it!
The long-winged dragon's skin and flesh were torn off, and the **** carrion was covered with maggots.
The pale wild dragon ate a full meal, the madness in its scarlet vertical pupils was a little less, and it slowly crawled back to its lair as if it was dying.
Its body is emaciated, with dark keel visible under the scales and skin.
The stiff friction between the neck and the body when twisting seems to indicate that the person is very old.
Jilan was lying on his side, staring at the huge thing passing under him with one eye.
“Uh-huh!~”
The burnt waist was twisted hard, and the whole body fell straight down.
With a thud, it landed on the dragon's back covered with hard scales.
The powerful recoil almost knocked him unconscious, and the crisp sound of bone cracking at the moment of impact echoed in his ears.
There was a foreign object on its back, and the pale wild dragon's scarlet vertical pupils suddenly shrank into a thin needle, and it roared like crazy.
Rumble —
The huge body hit the wall, and the cave suddenly collapsed.
The pale wild dragon emerged from its lair, flapped its pair of tattered pale flesh wings, and shot straight into the night sky.
In an instant, the night of the main film was shining with pale fire like fireworks.
From the Isle of Axe to the Basilisk Islands, from the Summer Sea across the Sea of Dorne.
In addition to the low screams of the men, only the crazy roars of the terrifying beasts were left.
(End of this chapter)
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