Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 638

Chapter 638 Battle of Shipbreaker Bay

The patter of rain…

The rain was pouring down, covering the deep rainy night.

“Hiss!”

The deceiver soared in mid-air, moving from the sea to a rugged cliff, and his small body shuttled freely.

Aemon wiped his face and looked up at the night sky.

Crackling—

After a flash of lightning and thunder, the outline of a huge dragon emerged from the dark clouds.

So big and slender, four times the size of a young dragon.

“Let's turn around, you're a liar.”

Eamonn saw the corner at the cliff and immediately pulled the saddle rope.

The reef cliff is like a long and narrow sea maze, and the cloudy sky can even confuse the sky and the earth.

But he can remember.

The deceiver narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his head upwards, hung his head backwards, and turned his body sideways to complete the retrograde motion.

The muscular body is extremely agile and the reaction speed is also top-notch.

Boom—

The blazing pale dragon flames suddenly descended and hit the front end of the previous position.

“Hurry up and see if you can get rid of it.”

Eamonn couldn't help but smile, thinking about the probability of turning back without being followed.

There are two dragons in King's Landing, Vermithor and Sylax.

But my grandfather and mother's dragon control skills were very worrying, and it was quite a distance from King's Landing to the dragon's lair.

“Is Melias in the throat?”

Aemon's mind wandered, thinking of his great-aunt Rhaenys, who patrolled the throat every day.

The cold rain slapped his face, quickly bringing him back from his thoughts.

Melias, known as the fastest dragon, would not go out on such a rainy day.

It may not be feasible to go to Chaotou Island.

Besides...

The pale wild dragon suddenly emerged from the dark clouds, its nostrils twitched vigorously, and its scarlet vertical pupils opened wide to search back and forth.

“Faster.”

Aemon's heart tightened and he gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go to Stonehelm City!"

Except for Wormisor, the remaining dragons have no option to reliably defeat the dragon-eating species.

Melias fights without knowing his status, and both sides are most likely to suffer losses.

Lead the dragon-eating species to the remote Stonehelm City to see if you can meet your third uncle, Aemond the One-Eyed, by chance.

If that doesn't work, you can still take shelter in the rainforest.

Crackling—

The heavy rain is getting heavier and heavier, making people almost blind.

The pale wild dragon hovered aimlessly over the rocks, emitting dragon flames from time to time to illuminate the rain.

“Dragon Flame, you liar!”

An excited shout rang out, and the roar of the wing membrane breaking through the wind resistance came from below.

The pale wild dragon lowered its head subconsciously, its scarlet vertical pupils revealing its thirst for flesh and blood.

“Hiss!”

Hush waves crashed directly in front, and a sharp dragon roar suddenly appeared from the side and behind.

The body of the deceiver spirit is like a shuttle, rushing towards the huge dragon fast and fiercely, even the dragon's tail like a scorpion's tail is stretched straight.

　　Boom—

The dragon's kiss spurted out scorching orange dragon flames, hitting the side of the pale wild dragon's head and erupting into a mushroom cloud.

The pale wild dragon suddenly roared shrilly, and the sound spread across dozens of miles, as if it was going to shatter the crescent moon through the dark clouds.

When the wild dragon stops screaming, it can only use the other side of the dragon's head to scan gloomily.

　　The side that was hit was completely unrecognizable, the scarlet vertical pupils exploded and shattered, and dirty blood infected the pale scales.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the young dragon had long disappeared.

“Roar!”

The pale wild dragon squeezed its throat and roared, its nostrils flaring wildly in search of the scent, and it hovered over the rocks without leaving.

The other side.

Rocky cliffs, inconspicuous corners.

The Liar was panting and stepped on a raised rock pillar with his hind feet.

“It hasn't left yet, can it smell it?”

Aemon's face was flushed, and he let the rain flow down his hair.

He and the liar have done their best.

　　Flying in the heavy rain takes more energy, and if you continue to get entangled, you will fall into the sea sooner or later.

Boom—

Pale-white dragon flames fell from the sky and hit a dark sea area in the distance.

Aemon looked around, looking for a better corner for a sneak attack.

If you don't do one thing or the other, you will blind the dragon-eating dragon's other eye.

Father said that dragon fighting is not only about size, but also the ruthlessness of the attack.

“Hiss!”

Suddenly, another loud dragon roar sounded in the distance.

Aemon looked down and saw the pale wild dragon looking back warily, but because he was blind, he made a move, exposing the injured eye hole.

Immediately, the light silver dragon plunged down into the clouds, and the light silver and orange dragon flames spurted out rapidly.

　　Boom—

Hitting the side of the head accurately, the pale wild dragon roared sharply and flicked its head in pain.

The **** empty eye sockets were burned to a crisp, and his body was unstable and almost hit the rocky cliff.

“Sea smoke!”

Eamonn was surprised and quickly ordered: "Go around to the back, you are a liar."

With an adult dragon to stall for time, the blind dragon-eaters couldn't target them.

“Hiss!”

Hai Yan hit the target with one strike, and his body crookedly lifted into the air.

One of its wings was drooped, obviously unable to use its strength.

The pale wild dragon was furious, abandoning the young dragon and chasing the wounded prey again.

“Dragon Flame!”

The young dragon suddenly rushed out, and the hot dragon flames hit the side of his neck.

The pale wild dragon roared low, the scales on its neck burned black, and it gradually flapped its wings and dived into the dark clouds.

“If you miss, you'll just miss it.”

Aemon looked up in the heavy rain and punched the saddle angrily.

“Hiss!”

The deceiver screamed in a low voice and continued to hide around the rocks. The dragon's tail like a scorpion's needle swayed gently.

From the violent heaving of his chest, it can be seen that it consumes a lot of energy.

Long Sheng's first dragon fight was indeed exhausting both physically and mentally.

“Hiss!”

Sea Smoke screamed in pain, flapped its wings to avoid the lightning, and flew away in the direction from which it came.

The dragon-eating species is gone, and it will leave too.

Time passes bit by bit...

Aemon rode the Liar and hid in the rocks, watching the light silver sea smoke gradually disappear.

“Is everyone gone?”

Aemon was tense and looked at the billowing dark clouds to find the pale shadow. I don't know if he was too nervous, but his purple eyes trembled slightly, shrinking into vertical pupils from time to time.

Skin is also hot and dry, and my throat is still dry even if it rains heavily.

“Hiss!”

The Liar neighed softly, and for the first time the tip of its tail that had been swaying naturally lowered.

Imon looked back and was completely relieved: "Great, let's go too."

The dragon tail can sense vibrations in the air and transmit them back to the surrounding environment.

Everything that is invisible to the naked eye cannot be hidden in induction.

The deceiver took out the dragon's head, confirmed it was safe and flew into the sky, chasing the light silver dragon.

Aemon did not stop him and opened his mouth to drink the rainwater to quench his thirst.

The Isle of Nath is closer than both King's Landing and Stonehelm.

The sea smoke is just ahead, and it's safer.

The young dragon flew quickly through dark clouds and heavy rain, avoiding the roaring rolling thunder.

The blush on Aemon's cheeks gradually faded, and his consciousness began to blur.

“I'm so dizzy.”

Mutter something in a low voice and carefully check the necklace around your neck and Zhenhuo around your waist.

These treasures cannot be lost.

“Hiss!”

After a while, the young dragon flew out of the dark clouds, and the surrounding sky became clear.

The morning sun rises slowly, and the first ray of sunlight shines on the faces of one person and one dragon.

“It's dawn, you liar.”

Aemon closed his eyes and gently rubbed the dragon's scales.

The speed of the young dragon gradually slowed down, its needle-like tail swaying up and down, flying under the quiet morning sun.

Suddenly, the dragon's tail swayed violently, pointing directly below the vast clouds.

The deceiver's vertical pupils suddenly shrank, he raised his head and let out a panicked roar.

The blood-stained pale dragon kiss broke through the clouds and mist, stabbed straight at the young dragon like a sword, and then closed suddenly.

Eamonn's body was jolted, and he only felt a strong smelly wind coming, and then there was the sound of bones breaking in his ears.

Soon, the body fell weightlessly.

“Liar?”

Aemon was in a trance and opened his eyes in confusion.

As he looked, he kept falling while sitting on the saddle, and the head of the young dragon fell together in the sky.

The dragon's head has not yet merged with its eyes, and its lake-colored vertical pupils were looking at him silently.

"What?"

Aemon's pupils shrank, but he didn't see the dark green neck connected to the dragon's head.

Boom—

The pale wild dragon roared, its rugged body streaked across the sky, and its long and slender tail like a bee's needle swayed slightly.

Aemon's throat felt hot, and he felt sad: "Just a little bit."

The sun rises, and the outline of Nass Island is less than a few nautical miles away.

His eyes went dark, and salty sea water poured into his mouth and nose.

The pale wild dragon roared like a catharsis. One side of the dragon's head looked as ferocious as a ghost, and it chewed something hungrily with its huge mouth.

“No! No! No!”

On the back of the dragon with rugged bones, half of its charred body was stuck on an iron plate, with one purple eye wide open and crying out in grief.

The iron plate is connected to many rattan-like ropes, most of which are worn and broken.

　　Half of the body was charred and black, lying on its side, witnessing a huge dragon massacre.

Looking at the tragic death of the dark green long-tailed dragon, he couldn't help but roar in grief.

That is the dragon of House Belerys.

The only dragon that can move freely in the eye of the storm is the dragon named Belerys!

The pale wild dragon's nostrils twitched slightly. Hearing the noise on its back, it fiercely spat out a mouthful of pale dragon flames.

There was just a sizzling sound, and the sky became completely quiet.

The mouth is filled with the sweet smell of blood, and the aroma of burnt meat emanates from the back.

The sensitive man lowered his head to examine the sea surface. The remains of the young dragon made large waves.

A dim blush flickered, and the blue screen returned to calm.

The pale wild dragon opened its remaining right eye, repeatedly confirmed that there was no one alive, punched its nose and flew back to its lair.

A few days later.

Cohor, temple hall.

In the dark hall, there are many statues of gods except the black goat.

Rhaegar closed his eyes and lay quietly beside the burning fireplace.

Crack!

The fire was emitting sparks, and there was only so much sound in the empty space.

Rhaegar slept soundly. He hadn't slept so soundly in a long time.

So familiar that I didn't realize it, the statue of the Virgin of the Seven Gods standing in the corner was commenting with a compassionate look.

Rhaegar's eyelids twitched slightly, and a soft call came from his ears.

“Who is calling me at this time?”

Opening his eyes sleepily, he looked disturbed and did not look good.

However, Daemon looked complicated and was standing by the bed with his twin daughters and Daeron.

Everyone's expression is wrong, and they are trying their best to cover up their unknown emotions.

Rhaegar glanced at everyone, and finally stopped at Baela, and said in surprise: "You have returned to Westeros, and where is Aemon?"

　　Mingming arranged for the other party to gather troops from the valley, and by the way, he brought back his second son to manage Tyrosh and Lys.

Is it that the lazy guy who is always careless is unwilling to contribute?

Benila burst into tears and could hardly speak: "He..."

The choked words reached his mouth, but he was interrupted by a big hand pressing his shoulder.

“You go out first.”

Damon lowered his eyes to create a space of solitude.

　A few children went out obediently.

Rhaegar saw this and suddenly had a bad feeling.

Rhaena, who was far away in King's Landing, is here. There is no reason for Aemon to be away.

Daemon looked at his nephew silently, put his hands on his shoulders, and his lips moved like he was whispering.

Half a sound.

Rhaegar faced the fireplace, silent.

Damon sighed softly and took a step back silently.

"I…"

Rhaegar's voice was hoarse and he turned his back to the fireplace.

Daemon looked at his nephew.

Rhaegar's face had no extraneous expression, and his eyes were full of sadness and anger.

(End of this chapter)

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