Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 645

Chapter 645: Slaver's Bay surrenders

Boom—

The light silver and orange dragon flames surged incessantly, washing away dirt and burying the pirates of the Three Women Kingdom in the flames.

"ah!…"

The pirates of the Three Women Kingdom howled miserably and rolled on the ground trying to extinguish the flames.

The light silver dragon hovered in the air, not moving very fast but not moving away, and the dragon flames continued to attack.

“Father, turn the steering wheel quickly and go to sea!”

Colliss fought bravely, and a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

For a moment, my heart seemed to skip a beat, and the blood in my body flowed backwards.

Collis froze with the scimitar in his hand and looked up in disbelief.

At first sight, the light silver dragon that distinguished Melias roared repeatedly, and there was a blood scab on one side of the dragon wing.

A young man with short silver hair and dark skin lay on the back of the dragon, his extremely familiar face shocking his mind.

Colliss was stunned, his voice vibrating.

In order to confirm whether it was an hallucination, he rubbed his eyes vigorously regardless of the blood stained hands.

The eldest son had died in the Dorne invasion ten years ago, so how could he appear in front of him so well?

“Still...still riding Hai Yan.”

Colliss completely froze on the spot, his eyes filled with tears.

His son is not dead, just like the pirate who rode the dragon Haiyan to fight against the Three Women Kingdom ten years ago.

“Dragon Flame!”

Lagnino was also looking at his imprisoned father, smiling and giving orders one after another.

Unconsciously, my vision was blurred by tears.

“Hiss!”

The sea smoke flew and screamed, and the dragon flames burned the pirates besieging the Sea Serpent, forcibly burning a space out to sea.

Colliss saw this in his eyes, wiped away his weak tears, and roared like thunder: "Come on me, my son is riding a dragon to come to my aid!"

Shouting the word "my son", inexplicable power filled the whole body.

The sailors saw the familiar light silver dragon, and used their eyes wide open to fight, starting the Sea Serpent to break through the encirclement.

As soon as the warship enters the sea, immediately organize a fleet counterattack.

“Dragon flame! Dragon flame!”

Lanino shouted loudly, as if he couldn't shout enough, and wanted to repay all the commands that he had not shouted in the past ten years.

Hai Yan is by his side, accepting orders one after another, and the dragon flames are spitting out like they don't need money.

The top of the mountain.

Rhaenys ran to Melias and grabbed the rope ladder to climb.

“Hiss!…”

The loud roar of the dragon came from afar, with an inexplicable familiarity.

“Sea smoke?”

Rhaenys paused and quickly looked back at the night sky.

The light silver dragon circled around and rescued the ship where the husband was trapped.

Rhaenys' eyes widened until she saw the familiar figure on the dragon's back, and tears instantly burst into her eyes: “Lanninor!”

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he covered his mouth.

Afraid that my voiceless crying would not be able to cover it up.

Unlike Collis who accepted the reality, she always had a little fantasy about the death of her children.

Now that Lanino is riding on the back of a dragon alive, driving the dragon that he has tamed since childhood, how can she not make her heart tremble.

“Hiss…”

Melias growled lowly, rubbed the driver's arm with his head, and motioned for him to get on the saddle and fight.

Rhaenys couldn't stop her tears. She fell down on the scarlet dragon wings and choked with sobs: "My child is back."

“Roar…”

Melias blinked his eyes slightly, stretched out his dragon tail and hugged the driver, as if giving silent comfort.

“He's back.”

Rhaenys smiled through her tears, pressed her forehead against the dragon's body, and regained her composure: "We have to work hard, old girl."

Melias was lying on the ground, already prepared.

Half a sound.

The empty night sky echoed with the screams of fighting and screams.

“Hiss!”

“Hiss…”

One scarlet and one light silver dragon entangled and soared, its majestic figure swept the sea breeze, and splashed endless dragon flames.

The battlefield moved from the mud island to the sea, and then continued to move outward from the sea.

The green seahorse of House Velaryon hung high, standing against the strong wind.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the pirates of the Three Women Kingdom who were shrouded in fire.

The next day, at noon.

Several dragons flew over the mouth of the Rhoyne and landed within the black walls of Volantis.

Governor's Palace.

Berlon was dressed up and led Sister Benilla to the left and right.

Three young people stood at the door and greeted them excitedly.

“Grandma!”

Rhaena had the sharpest eyes, waving her hands and shouting.

In the front courtyard of the mansion, several silver-haired figures were walking towards.

Rhaenys was still full of energy after a busy night: "Rhaena, my children."

Accompanied by Daemon and Corliss...

Berron is the youngest and only sees familiar relatives.

Benila and Rhaena were a little older, and both looked shocked and stared at another honest man dressed as a commoner who was traveling with them.

Handsome in appearance, he is very similar to his mother Lanner, but unfortunately his skin is tanned and rough, and his hair only has short stubble.

The two sisters looked at the man and were so shocked that they could not speak.

“Look who he is, boys.”

Rhaenys smiled from the bottom of her heart and opened her arms to hug her three children.

The honest man also walked closer, looked at the sisters with nostalgia, and said solemnly: "Benilla, Renya, are you okay?"

“Lannino!”

Benila exclaimed and immediately rushed forward.

Listening to the magnetic deep voice, Renia's eyes instantly turned red: "Uncle."

“Hey, it's me.”

Lanino smiled innocently and quickly accepted the sudden affection of the hug.

“Are you Sir Lannino?”

Berron's eyes were filled with surprise, and he almost lost his composure as a crown prince.

It is really difficult to adapt to a character who has only been passed down in the family history and the mouths of elders.

“It's me, Your Highness the Prince.”

Lanino glanced at his mother and asked with a smile after receiving approval: "You must be Rhaegar's eldest son. He was still a baby in his belly back then."

“Yes, sir.”

Berron pursed his lips and stretched out his hand to invite: "Please come in. It's a pity that my father is not here, otherwise you can meet again."

“Isn't Rhaegar here?” Rhaenys was getting close to her two granddaughters and asked in confusion when she heard the sound.

She sent back the news of the convening of the parliament last night, and with the speed of the black dragon, she shouldn't have returned yet.

Berlon hesitated for a moment and said apologetically: "Maybe I have something to do, so I'll stay on Ax Island."

Corliss also stepped forward and looked around: "Isn't Prince Mekar here too? We should visit the master of this place."

Speaking, he puffed up his chest proudly and put his palms on his son's shoulders.

He wanted to tell everyone that his son, the sea serpent Coris, was back.

“Meka is also in trouble.”

Berron looked a little embarrassed and said, "You'd better go ahead."

Benila and Rhaena looked at each other and helped change the topic.

Slaver's Bay.

Meereen, the Great Pyramid.

Glutton stands majestically in front of the Great Pyramid, with its ferocious dragon head level with the top of the tower, and its pale green vertical pupils shining with a faint light.

Hundreds of unsullied people surrounded him from afar, and they were so frightened that they couldn't even hold their spears steady.

“Hiss!”

A silver-gray young giant dragon hovers in the sky, its pitch-black vertical pupils look down below, and from time to time the strong wind blows against the soldiers on the city wall.

The entire city-state fell into silence, with only the roars of the two giant dragons remaining.

Great Pyramid, inside the main hall.

Rhaegar took off his black robe and sat lazily on the throne, closing his eyes and listening to the three sons reciting the letter.

“Yesterday midnight, pirates from the Island of Tears attacked the camp…”

Mekar sat on the steps under the throne and recited each word carefully.

In the main hall further down, all the good masters, wise masters and great masters of Slaver's Bay gathered together, and they were too scared to say anything.

Occasionally I would take a peek, for fear of being caught feeding the dragon.

　　This lazy and casual father and son feel like they are at home in the Great Pyramid.

“Okay, finished reading.”

Meka closed the letter with a childish voice.

“Hmm.” Rhaegar held the side of his face with one hand, his calm face showing no emotion or anger.

The content of the letter truthfully explained the fierce battle last night and Lanino's return on Sea Smoke.

“Won't you say something, father?”

Meka's eyes flickered, feeling a little inexplicably disappointed.

The great-aunt's family was reunited, but his brother was gone.

“This is a good thing.”

Rhaegar showed no emotion, smiled and said: "Lannino is still alive, there is nothing impossible in the world."

Meka's big sapphire-like eyes rolled and she nodded thoughtfully.

Let it be whatever your father says.

Rhaegar rubbed his head, with relief and nostalgia hidden in his eyes.

If the second son trained for the eldest son Belron encounters something unexpected, the third son will take on the heavy responsibility of assisting the eldest brother.

He can also legitimately take the little guy with him and teach him how to be a king and a minister.

During the conversation, there was a sound of light footsteps outside the hall.

　　　"His Majesty the Iron Throne."

Elena was as vigorous and vigorous as ever, smiling and greeting with a generous smile.

It seems that people who come out of the land of long summer are naturally wild and tolerant.

“Stop talking nonsense and get to the point.”

Rhaegar didn't show any dignity at all and asked condescendingly: "You said you found traces of the wild dragon. Where are they?"

“Just in the Sea of Great Grass, flying all the way to the continent of Sothoros.”

Elena answered sincerely.

Rhaegar's eyes flashed and he asked distrustfully: "What color is the wild dragon?"

If the other party hadn't sent a message and found traces of the wild dragon, there would be no need to come to Slaver's Bay.

But if the news is true, it can avenge the second son and eliminate a hidden danger.

"White." Irene was sure, and added: "Maybe it's pale or gray, and one eye is blind."

Hearing this, Rhaegar sat up straight, already convinced.

“Father.” Meika pulled up his trousers, her eyes showing caution.

The father and son came here not only for the sightings of wild dragons.

Rega nodded invisible, regained his composure and said: "This alone is not enough, I want to know a more specific location."

Sothoros is the largest continent. Wherever a wild dragon is found, it is like finding a needle in a haystack.

“Perhaps the Ax Islands and the Basilisk Islands.”

Irene said seriously: "There is a war going on in the Basilisk Islands, most likely on Ax Island."

Rhaeca believed it.

Slaver's Bay is across the sea from the continent of Sothoros, and slaves from all over the world provide information.

The other party's analysis at this moment may already know the correct answer.

　　After thinking about it, Rhaegar said bluntly: "Your news is of some use. Tell me the purpose of inviting me here."

When the other party has something to ask for, he will open the way with news.

Irene looked happy and said seriously: "If you reject the marriage request, the Iron Throne and Slaver's Bay can still form a strong offensive and defensive alliance."

“Solid?” Rhaegar shook his head and laughed.

Slaver's Bay is divided into three, there is no trust and loyalty at all.

“You are attacking the Basilisk Islands, the last paradise for pirates from the Three Women Kingdom.”

Irene is convinced: "They will definitely defend and drag Xun and your kingdom into a protracted war."

"The war between Bluffs and Pentos has ceased, and we can delay it."

Rhaegar did not want to be underestimated, and there was a flash of danger in his eyes.

“Align with Slaver's Bay and you can end the battlefield faster.”

Irena puffed up her poor chest and emphasized: "With the fleet of Slaver's Bay, the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom can only flee."

“But I don't want an alliance.”

Rhaegar's attitude remained consistent, and he said in a straight tone: “Slaver's Bay was once ruled by the Free Fortress Empire, and it also surrendered to me a few years ago.”

“If you really want to gain the support of the Iron Throne, you should kneel down and bow your head.”

Does he want Slaver's Bay to be useful?

it works! But it's of little use.

But it will definitely be more difficult for a woman to rule Slaver's Bay.

Irene was stunned and asked doubtfully: "You want me to surrender?"

“It can also mean surrender.”

Rhaegar stood up slowly, pulled out the clan sword "Black Fire" and punched it on the ground.

The next moment.

A ferocious dragon head hit the walls of the Great Pyramid, and the palace glass shattered, squeezing into the hot and fishy air that smelled of ashes.

Elena turned her head stiffly and faced a pair of green vertical pupils like evil gods.

Eerie, cunning, cruel…

(End of this chapter)

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