Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 643

Chapter 643: The downtrodden prince who herds sheep

Rega was stunned for a moment, and two things appeared out of thin air in his hands.

A water-blue eye with an amber vertical pupil in the middle, about the size of an adult's fist.

Rhaegar first checked Naga's eyeballs. His hands were cold and slippery, leaving a thin layer of frost on his palms.

The second piece is a dark, irregular-shaped stone with a smooth surface that is slightly undulating, as if it is breathing.

“Night comes…Eidolon…”

Rhaegar muttered to himself, raising the stone above his head to study it.

Both are epic relics, each with its own unique features.

Calling out the system panel and viewing the prompt word for the departure relic.

1. “The tears of the last sea dragon Naga, deprived of blood by the Drowned God, thirsting for fullness.”

2. “A bloodthirsty thing that hatches insect eggs.”

Two prompt words, corresponding to two relics respectively.

An idea flashed in Rega's mind, and he seemed to be deep in thought.

Getting up and slowly putting Helena and Bellon down, he picked up the "Ye Lin" lying on the ground and walked towards the beach.

“Roar…”

Menghuo quietly opened her vertical pupils and watched the silver-haired figure walking away step by step.

Ulagas was lying on the other side, his thick dragon tail flicking lazily, sleeping and snoring like an old man.

The edge of the beach.

Rhaegar came by the moonlight and threw the aqublue [Naga's Tears] into the sea.

Plop!

The rippled sea surface stirred up waves, and then suddenly rolled up a whirlpool, as if there was a pump pumping powerfully underneath.

“Haha, it's true.”

Rhaegar smiled faintly, confirming his understanding of the blood of the sea dragon.

Hydragon Naga is dead, and there are no blood vessels left to store blood.

Absorbing seawater to awaken spirituality is a reasonable way to open up.

Next, Rhaegar held the jet black stone with one hand and raised the long sword "Night Come" with the other hand.

After thinking carefully for a while, Rega gritted his teeth and said, "Give it a try."

Hand the sword and smear it on your wrist, bright red blood flows and drips on the dark stone.

Bang, bang, bang!

The stone was stained with blood, and immediately trembled violently like a living creature, with a red blush appearing on the dark body.

The system prompt sounds.

“Congratulations, Advent of Eidolon has been activated, you have obtained...”

【Blood Witchcraft: Bat Insect】

Level: Excellent (Blue)

Function: hatch a little thing that **** blood and senses the same connection between flesh and blood.

Evaluation: "The long-lost blood witchcraft is suitable for large families to distinguish bloodlines."

The stone jumped with a "bang", and the outer layer of the dark stone layer peeled off, revealing a dark elliptical insect egg.

The insect egg is only one finger long, and curled up inside the transparent film is a small creature that looks like an insect but not an insect, and looks like a bat but not a bat.

Under Rhaegar's gaze, the little thing quickly hatched and was born.

Pulling!

Like a flapping moth, the little thing turned over and spread its small and exquisite wings.

“What's the use of this gadget?”

Rega tilted his head and reached out to poke him out of curiosity.

Humbling.

The bat insect's mouth, the size of a grain of rice, suddenly opened to the size of a bowl, and its two sharp teeth bit through the skin of the fingertips.

“Hiss!” Rhaegar gasped in pain.

It hurts a lot, and I feel like my blood is being sucked out.

At the same time, a weak connection appeared out of thin air with the little thing in his hand.

The bat bug drank a few drops of blood and wandered around its owner happily.

The whole body is covered with dark fluff, and its wings are light red wing membranes. It is only the size of an ordinary butterfly.

Rhaegar blinked and accepted some related inheritance in his mind.

The bat bug has no combat power and is a auxiliary magical creature.

It is also the mysterious creation of blood witchcraft.

The only function is to establish a blood connection with the host and reproduce more male bat insects by laying eggs and hatching them.

Male bat bugs are unable to reproduce, retain the ability of the blood necklace, and have sensory communication with the dominant female bat bug.

“In other words, if the little thing catches up and lays eggs, one can be given to each of the children.”

Rhaegar's eyes flashed.

With the help of the bat bug, he can sense the approximate location and status of the child carrying the male bat bug at any time.

“If Aemon…”

Rhaegar held the bat bug in his hands, his expression a little gloomy.

There was no time to feel sad, the whirlpool in the sea gradually stopped, and a soft aqua blue halo emerged from the water.

Lega looked at it immediately and put away the bat bug with his palm.

The bat bug screamed, and was crushed into a ball of black mist, which floated into the palm of his hand.

That's the good thing about magical creations.

　　Not real life, but possessing a hint of superficial wisdom.

Like ouroboros and dream-eating toad.

Lega made a big move with his hand, and the aqua blue halo slowly fell into his hand.

“Congratulations, Naga's Tears have been activated, you have obtained...”

【The Blessing of the Sea Dragon】

Level: Epic (Purple)

Function: Gives you a layer of sea dragon skin, seawater and frost resistance +50%

Comment: "When winter envelopes the earth, this layer of fake leather can save your life."

Rega opened her mouth slightly, and a transparent halo flashed across her skin.

“An extra layer of dragon skin?”

Looking at the font on the system panel, Rega groped around hurriedly.

The skin is firm and porcelain white, not covered with sticky liquid or snake-sloughed skin.

“It hasn't changed, it's still the same skin.”

Rega was in a daze for a moment and brought up his personal panel.

　　【Rhaegar Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)

Page: Dragonborn (+63%)

runes: bronze (green), ouroboros (blue), dream-eating toad (purple)

Blood Witchcraft: Bat Bug (blue), Dance of Dragons (purple)…

Relics: Blood and Fire, Vision of Dreams, Sea Dragon's Blessing…

Special props: Space Necklace, Dragon Horn (unidentified owner)

Evaluation: "The prince of ice and fire, favored by the fire dragon and the sea dragon."

“It's really a relic of the status category.”

Rhaegar murmured softly, raised Ye Lin and drew a sword on his arm.

Cyan dragon scales emerge, forming the first layer of protection against damage.

Subsequently, a layer of gray-white **** skin appeared on the arm, resembling a fine pattern of wet scales.

Rhaegar was silent for a while and said unconfidently: "Can I still be considered a human being?"

Dragonborn status, bronze runes, sea dragon skin...

Layer upon layer of relics are piled up, and the physical quality and appearance are already very different from ordinary people.

“Perhaps.”

Rhaegar sighed softly as a black line appeared on his forehead: "Among the dragon kings of ancient Valyria, there must be an ordinary dragonborn like me."

It is reasonable for such a powerful Free Fortress Empire to have a somewhat inhuman existence.

Rhaegar comforted himself silently.

The next day.

The weather was dark, and clusters of stalactite-like clouds accumulated in the sky.

A giant dragon as black as carbon soared in the wind. The ferocious dragon held a ten-meter-long pterosaur corpse in its mouth, chewing it with **** and cruel mouths. "Hiss...hiss..."

More long-winged dragons emerged in groups, with white and green stripes forming a strange scene, hovering over the Iron Islands.

Whenever a long-winged dragon tries to escape, a giant dragon will descend from the sky and drive it back mercilessly.

　　On the high hills of Naga.

Helena raised her slender swan neck high and watched dozens of long pterosaurs burrowing into various parts of the Iron Islands.

Some got into caves, and some slipped into building ruins...

“Father, is this really okay for us?”

Berron held a dark insect egg in his hands with a worried look on his face.

“Ironborn are alive, okay?”

Rhaegar's face was as pale as paper, and an insect egg appeared in his palm. He handed it to Helena as he spoke.

Bat bugs lay eggs quickly and have plenty of blood and magic power.

Two eggs were laid in one night, and there was a bit of excessive blood loss.

“The Lannister men fear you.”

Berron looked at the deserted Iron Islands, now reduced to a pasture for the royal family to raise pterosaurs.

From a barren land to a barren land.

“It's better to fear than to despise, the king doesn't need to be so kind.”

Rhaegar's eyes flashed slightly, and he took his eldest son's head and gently held it.

If he had struck harder from the beginning, even the **** of the Baratheon family would not have dared to neglect Aemon.

It's too late now.

As the family becomes more and more powerful, the centralized rule of the kingdom will truly be implemented.

Otherwise, the family will eventually decline.

Berron was silent after hearing this, leaning on his father's arms for warmth.

He missed Aemon a little.

Although they are very naughty and annoying, they are twin brothers from the same mother.

Tick tock~~

Rhaegar glanced down as a tear fell on his boots.

　　It was the eldest son who shed tears like a flood that could not be stopped.

"Cry." Rhaegar hugged Belron's shoulders and whispered softly: "After today, you will be an adult."

“Woo woo…”

Berron shrugged his shoulders, trying not to cry.

　　He did not cry when the news came that Eamonn's accident had happened.

He didn't cry when Storm's End burned and the Iron Islands were slaughtered.

But suddenly he calmed down.

Sadness emerges silently, hitting the fragile heart hard.

“Ugh, I don't have a brother anymore.”

Berron hugged his father's waist tightly and cried out of breath: "Father, Aemon..."

When it comes to important points, it feels like something is stuck in your throat and you can't open your mouth.

“Okay, it's no big deal.”

Rega pretended to be calm, and his eyes gradually became serious: "There are still many people who have to pay the price. The iron people call this iron money."

Berron shook his head vigorously, still unable to accept his brother's sudden departure.

“Let's go.”

Helena was not affectionate, she held the hands of the father and son with a low expression, and spoke softly: "In the future, build a prince's palace on Pyke Island to firmly control the Iron Islands."

Rhaegar glanced at her, knowing she wanted to say something comforting.

It is imperative that the princes of the Stormlands and Dorne visit their palaces.

It is difficult to intervene in the western territory, and there are river bends from the side. It does not mean much whether to build the prince's palace or not.

The Iron Islands are very good. Build a small palace across the sea from Lannister Harbor, and you can better raise the pterosaurs.

At this time, Pantos.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh~~”

On the Valyrian road, a Dothraki cavalry galloped with strange shouts.

A large number of people came forward, all of them strong warriors.

At the rear of the cavalry, a large group of ragged slaves and money carried in horse-drawn carriages were strung together by ropes.

　　Kaa of the tribe was invited by Prince Regio to serve as a guerrilla team to disturb the golden field.

But the wind has changed.

The king of the Iron Throne lost his son, and both the east and west continents knew that the Dragon King was going to take revenge.

Bluffs and Pantos saw that the situation was not going well and decisively declared a truce.

And sent an envoy to King's Landing to express condolences for the regretful death of a dragon prince.

The war ceased, and the Dothraki tribe had no employer.

Simply Prince Regio of Pentos was good at winning over people's hearts and donated a large number of slaves and money to the tribe Kaa to avoid backlash.

“Hurry up, loot the next village, and then we'll go back to Dacaohai!”

A young bloodrider wielding a scimitar took the lead and rushed into the nearby village.

The war can be stopped and the gifts can be accepted.

But this is what the Dothraki warriors deserve.

Only what is stolen is the extra gain of this trip.

The simple gangster mentality is just unreasonable.

An ordinary fishing village.

“Run!”

“Spare my life…”

Dothraki cavalry swarmed in, killing the men and old people, and burning the houses and straw.

Women were raped and children were taken away and used as slaves.

“Kaa, there is another silver-haired boy here!”

The young bloodrider walked out of a thatched hut, holding his pants in one hand and carrying a silver-haired boy in the other.

“Put in a cage.”

Oban Kaa has a rough face. When he turns his head, his thick beard and thick braid sway, and his bells jingle.

“Yes, the blood of my blood.”

The bloodrider guard laughed ferociously, dragging the silver-haired boy and trying to put him into an iron cage containing pigs and dogs.

The children of the captives were treated like this, which meant they were like pigs or dogs.

　　Bang!

The iron cage is closed, and a large number of children are crowded together.

“Haha, wait until we get to Slaver's Bay to sell it for a good price.”

Bloodrider guards have long been accustomed to knocking on the cage with their knives.

Oss Kaa rode by the cage and saw a silver-haired boy who was neither crying nor fussing among a group of frightened and crying children.

The silver-haired boy's eyes were lifeless, and he stared silently with a pair of purple eyes.

As if everything has nothing to do with him.

“Valyrian?”

Oss Kaa was slightly surprised. He raised his riding crop and pointed at it: "Pull him out and keep him to herd the sheep."

The bloodriders did so and dragged him out again.

Os Kaa watched the whole process, carefully observing the appearance of the silver-haired boy.

The appearance can be changed, but the nobility in the heart cannot be concealed.

“Your necklace is very special.”

Os Kaa noticed the dragon head pendant under the coarse linen clothes and touched it with a riding crop.

The silver-haired boy did not dodge, staring deeply with his empty purple eyes.

“Ho ho…”

He opened his mouth to speak, and his voice was hoarse like fingernails scratching glass.

After a while, Oscar Kao put away his whip and rode away with a solemn expression.

A person who is not afraid of death will not be driven by fear.

Leave it alone.

　　Being a stable boy or a shepherd boy, you might be able to make a fortune.

(End of this chapter)

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