Game Of Thrones: I Became A Crown Prince For A Day
/ Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 646
Chapter 646 The Unknown Wild Dragon
“Your Majesty, what do you mean?”
Elena felt a chill running down her spine, and she felt a sense of stubbornness.
“Obviously.”
Rhaegar spread his hands and said calmly: "Submit or die."
Each instability is more annoying than the last.
Slaver's Bay bumped into the dragon's mouth, so it's not anyone else's fault.
At worst, the war will be fought on multiple fronts. With the glutton and the dragon master in the family, 90% of the threats in the world can be eliminated.
The glutton roared in a low voice, the dragon's kiss spilled wisps of green fire, and he stared deeply and maliciously.
Slave owners were so frightened that some even wet their pants.
Confronting a giant dragon, it would be better to die.
At least it would be more satisfying to kill oneself.
“Submit or die!?”
Rhaegar's eyes narrowed slightly, flashing a dangerous light.
He also wanted to avenge his second son and had no patience to waste time here.
"I…"
Feeling the threat of death, Irena slowly lowered her proud head and gritted her teeth: "Choose to surrender."
It is better to be alive than to be dead.
Going through all the hardships to get out of the land of Changxia is not just to show off and die.
“Very good.” Rhaegar smiled and waved casually.
“Roar…”
The glutton shook the huge dragon head and slowly opened the distance from the Great Pyramid.
The intimidating growl still squeezed out of his throat, spreading fear into the hearts of everyone present at all times.
The huge black dragon withdrew, and the hall suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
The slave owners fell down with their legs sore and weak, and their clothes on their chests and backs were wet with cold sweat.
Elena managed to remain calm, her throat rolled: "Bring Master Jason with you."
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The Unsullied One at the door bowed his head and hurried out.
Not long after, a slovenly man with disheveled hair and ragged clothes was escorted up.
“Jason Lannister?”
Rhaegar glanced at it and almost didn't recognize it.
How could Duke Jason, who used to be so aloof and even more exquisitely dressed than a noble lady, end up like this?
“Your Majesty?”
Jason pushed away his dirty hair and couldn't help but burst into tears: "Why are you here? I know the Iron Throne will not give up on me."
As he spoke, he fell to his knees with a thud, covered his face with his hands and cried loudly.
While crying, I kicked my legs.
Who can imagine how he has been here these past few months?
I was locked up in a cramped prison where slaves lived every day, and every few days I went to the arena and was beaten wildly.
“Your Majesty!”
Jason was as aggrieved as a child with only ninety pounds left, crying and howling: "I don't have enough to eat and can't sleep. They abused the Duke of the First Realm."
Rhaegar:…
At this moment, his mother tongue was speechless.
“How embarrassing.” Meka muttered quietly.
Rhaegar's face was dull, and he shouted in a deep voice: "You get up first, and I will arrange a ship to take you back to Lannister Port."
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Once Jason heard that he could go home, he jumped up.
His nimble movements are nothing like the broad and fat noble Duke before.
“The big arena is really challenging.”
Meka took advantage of the opportunity and added another sentence.
It seems that not taking Duke Jason away with him last time was not a wrong decision.
"Your Majesty, I have no intention of embarrassing him."
Elena strode forward and said disdainfully, "He is a rooster who has nothing to lose. He is obviously rich in Casterly Rock, but he is unwilling to spend gold to redeem himself."
I have never seen such a stingy person who wants money at the expense of his life.
“I agree.” Jason's face was filled with snot and tears.
“That was later.” Elena turned her head and mocked: “But no one gave me gold.”
No one from the west came to ransom the man, and the letter sent to Lord Tyran in Volantis was lost.
Rhaegar was in a complicated mood and waved his hand like a fly: "The farce ends here. Arrange for someone to take him to wash up."
This is not mocking Jason Lannister, it is simply giving him eye drops.
The matter has come to this, and there is no thought of staying.
Rhaegar pulled out the clan sword Blackfire from the ground and said without any doubt: "Prepare a fleet to support the Basilisk Islands battlefield. Slaver's Bay will be under the rule of the Iron Throne from now on."
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Elena was slightly dissatisfied and could only bow her head.
Isn't it just to be brought under the rule?
It is the rule of an aristocratic system anyway, just listen to the tune and not the announcement.
Rhaegar glanced at her and called Maekar out of the hall.
I don't expect the other party to surrender completely, just hand it over and use it when you want.
Don't cause trouble and let Slaver's Bay develop as it happens.
For a long time, in the sky above Meereen.
The huge black dragon soared into the sky, its pair of dragon wings like a curtain hanging from the sky, fanning the gusts of wind away.
The silver-grey young dragon followed closely, and before leaving, he roared at the soldiers on the city wall.
The soldiers were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they almost fainted on the spot.
Inside the Great Pyramid.
Irene looked quietly into the distance and murmured softly: "It's great to have a dragon."
There is a huge difference between the Dragon King family with dragons and the Dragon King family without dragons.
If the Diane Liga family still has a dragon, even a hatchable dragon egg.
Why should she be so eager to get close to the Targaryens? They are being manipulated.
“Sister~~”
An honest male voice came from behind, and he seemed to have something in his mouth.
Elena turned her head and saw the handsome young man with a silly face, and said helplessly: "Why did you run out?"
“Eat, eat.”
The handsome young man drooled and took out a candy from his satin clothes.
His mouth was filled with candies of various colors.
“Okay, sister, eat it.”
Elena looked melancholy and took the candy while wiping off the other person's saliva.
There is nothing in the land of long summer, except mutton and grass roots every day.
When you walk out of that cursed land, you have everything you want to eat and wear.
“Take him down and tell the slave girl to take good care of him.”
Elena held the slightly sweaty and salty candy in her mouth and ordered the most capable captain Recharino.
Rachelino was dressed as a woman in a purple skirt, smiled crudely, hugged the queen's brother, and carried him on his shoulders toward the powder-filled palace.
Elena watched the two people leave, feeling a little guilty.
My younger brother is so stupid, yet he still has to be responsible for continuing the bloodline.
“Her Majesty the Queen of Meereen.”
The emotion disappeared as soon as it arose, and two bald wizards in red robes quietly stood aside.
Irena glanced at it and asked, "Have you found the wild dragon?" "Not yet." The bald wizard shook his head and said in a low voice, "The wild dragon was once raised in Asshai, but unfortunately it escaped."
“Then go and find it.”
“We need more people.”
“Slaver's Bay is most in need of people.”
The two bald wizards left, and Elena frowned in disgust.
That **** Yaxia raises a wild dragon. He is obviously trying to catch a young dragon that has just hatched out of its shell.
The wizards of Asshai were not friendly. Instead, they drew dragon blood and pulled out dragon scales for magic research.
When the young dragon grew up, he broke the chains and regained his freedom, and turned back to bite those black-hearted wizards.
“Forget it, finding the dragon is more important.”
Elena rubbed her face and regained consciousness slightly.
The Dothraki Sea of Grass.
The sun is shining high and there are no clouds in the sky.
A Dothraki tribe of more than 100,000 people wandered the sea of grass, looking for the most abundant water plants in each season.
Crack!
The whip struck the slave, leaving a **** scar.
"You weak bastard, don't delay your journey."
A Dothraki speaking in broken Valyrian cursed the scarred Summer Isles slave.
Dark-skinned people are rare in the sea of grass.
They are all good slaves gifted from Slaver's Bay. They look strong and resistant to beatings.
“Hurry up and get to the river in the evening!”
The rough shouts came from far and near, and a scar-faced Bloodrider rode on horseback to deliver the order.
Crack! Crack!
His response was always the sound of whipping the slave.
At the rear of the team, the carriages were mixed with cattle and sheep.
A silver-haired boy with a pale face pushed a sheep forward.
The sheep gnawed at the grass blades and twisted their plump buttocks to push them away.
“Let's go!”
The silver-haired boy's voice is as hoarse as a broken gong, and it's no use even trying his best to **** the milk.
“Too stupid, the sheep have to be driven away.”
A dark-haired girl wearing an animal skin skirt came over and whipped her with a small leather whip.
The sheep was slapped on the buttocks and walked forward bleating.
The silver-haired boy was stunned for a moment, then followed him with his head down in despair.
“Why don't you speak?”
The black-haired girl came close to her, with a delicate face covered with freckles and big dark eyes that were very smart.
The silver-haired boy glanced at him, expressionless.
“My name is Leah, what's your name?”
The black-haired girl helped herd the sheep and looked at each other as if they were precious animals.
Silence…
Lea frowned, grabbed the silver-haired boy by his collar, picked up his nose and sniffed around like a puppy.
Smelling a bad smell, he covered his nose: "Dragon also smells bad?"
The silver-haired boy froze and tried to push away the opponent's hand to stop.
“What is your name Targaryen?”
Leah's eyes were full of curiosity. She pulled the other party's dirty, gray hair and looked into his purple eyes.
“I am not... a Targaryen.”
The silver-haired boy looked worried and struggled to deny it.
“You are, my father says you are.”
Leah raised her neck and whispered: "My father is the Kaa of the tribe. He also said that he would sell you to Slaver's Bay in exchange for enough gold to buy the entire tribe."
Silver-haired boy:…
Silence again.
“I teach you how to shepherd sheep, and you want to talk to me?”
Leah came closer and her face was almost touching.
“What should I learn from you?”
The silver-haired boy glanced sideways and said with a bad mouth: "How do you beat a slave?"
It's like beating a sheep.
“You're so boring.”
Leah's face turned dark and she left angrily.
Crack!
As soon as the girl stepped forward, the horsewhip struck the silver-haired boy on the back.
The voice was crisp and clear, and the linen clothes suddenly split open, revealing **** wounds.
The silver-haired boy gritted his teeth to prevent himself from groaning in pain.
“Foster your sheep, just as your ancestors sodomized them.”
The young bloodrider had a look of disdain on his face and rolled up his blood-stained riding crop.
The silver-haired boy was trembling with pain, staring straight at the other person with a pair of purple eyes.
The eyes are gloomy, as if he wants to remember the other person forever.
“Do you still want to be beaten?”
The young bloodrider raised his riding crop, making a show of whipping him again.
Just as he was about to take action, he was grabbed by a big hand.
The Scar-faced Blood Alliance guard didn't know when he would arrive, and said with a gloomy face: "Don't make trouble, obey Kaa's order."
“Hmph.” The young bloodrider snorted and rode forward for a while.
The silver-haired boy was still looking at him.
“You should be smarter.”
The Scarface Bloodrider spoke a rough Valyrian language, and then continued to convey the order.
The silver-haired boy understood this sentence.
In the entire tribe, the daughter of Khal can speak Valyrian dialect, and the rest are Dothraki mixed with various non-standard languages.
The silver-haired boy endured the pain and continued to drive the sheep.
The big-assed sheep suddenly screamed strangely, jumping and knocking him down.
The silver-haired boy fell to the ground and hit a stone on the wound on his back. He suddenly broke into a cold sweat due to pain.
He stretched out his hand to the ground and inserted it into a puddle of sticky liquid.
Looking down, I saw that the sticky substance was pitch black and looked like a lump of excrement.
The silver-haired boy's nose twitched slightly, smelling the strong smell of sulfur.
That familiar smell, the rancid smell of digested livestock.
Tick tock, tick tock…
The silver-haired boy lowered his head suddenly, tears rolling down his face.
He thought of the liar.
That long-tailed green dragon with special bloodline.
Since the cradle, we have been growing up with him, and we are the closest and endless friends with each other.
“No dragons, no Targaryens…”
The silver-haired boy buried his head in the sheep's down, covering up his sobs and tears.
(End of this chapter)
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