Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 650

Chapter 650 The Red Dragon on the Sea of Grass

Sothoros continent, Nass Island.

On the rugged beach, the huge black dragon roared loudly and spit out pillars of green dragon flame.

“Come out, come out!”

Rhaegar's face was gloomy, he rode on the back of a dragon and shouted loudly.

Large swaths of strange rocks around him melted into lava, and the entire beach turned into a living **** of smoke and fire.

The glutton has cruel green vertical eyes, and his nose smells the smell of small insects. He looks for a cave to hide in and aims at the spouting dragon flames.

　　咻! call out!

　　The dense bows and arrows hit, and the blood-stained dragon's kiss splashed with sparks.

The glutton became more and more excited, and the dragon's kiss hit the cave, causing the entire mountain of strange rocks to rumble.

Rhaegar sat on a saddle shrouded by two jet-black dragon wings, his figure swaying slightly.

The big evil dragon ate the pale wild dragon, giving vent to his high-spirited desire.

Then attack the last group of threats in the Basilisk Islands and pour out all the dragon flames.

“Hiss!”

Two giant dragons, one gold and one light blue, flew over to join the crushing massacre.

“Dragon Flame!”

Rhaenyra, with her beautiful face and cold face, drove Sylax to burn the strange rocky mountain where the pirates of the Three Kingdoms were hiding.

Nass Island is located in a remote area, but its geographical resources are favorable.

But the pirates had nowhere to escape and could only hide in the damp and cold tunnels.

Helena rode Dreamfire and landed on the top of the mountain. The beautiful dragon's head was raised high. There was a huge black dragon half a mountain high above the ground.

Rhaegar looked up and saw the light blue dragon flames falling like a waterfall.

“Lord Corliss has launched a general attack, we don't have to worry.”

Helena lay on the dragon's back, holding her face and speaking coquettishly.

Menghuo stands very firmly and takes good care of the driver who is misbehaving.

Rhaegar waved his hand, with a smile on his lips.

The death of the pale wild dragon removed a big stone from my heart.

Looking at Rhaenyra and Helena who came to help, a warmth arose in my heart.

That's all the treatment for conquerors.

Time flies, one month later.

The weather was clear and cloudless.

The climate of the Summer Sea is still scorching hot, and the gently rippling sea surface is scorched and slightly distorted.

The Basilisk Islands.

A pirate ship flying a white flag slowly sailed out and knelt down to surrender to the Iron Throne.

“Please accept our genuflection, Your Majesty of the Iron Throne.”

The moustachioed leader of Myr knelt on the deck and spoke Valyrian with a miserable look on his face.

His kneeling represents the defeat of the Three Women Kingdom.

A group of dragons surround the Basilisk Islands, blocking all routes out.

Tens of thousands of people are hiding on deserted islands. They have reached the point where they are starved of food and cannibalize each other.

If you don't surrender, you will inevitably mutiny.

Rhaegar stood tall and straight, holding the clan sword Black Fire on the ground.

“Do you know the consequences of repeated wars?”

The voice is cold, without any warmth.

“We will donate untold wealth to you.”

The mustache lowered his head deeply, and his sallow face showed a sense of weakness.

Hungry, I haven't eaten in three days.

“Your money has been plundered from my subjects.”

Rhaegar was aggressive, his eyes slightly squinting.

Damon was right next to him, watching with a calm expression.

Hold the clan sword Dark Sister in one hand, lift up the corner of his clothes and wipe away the dirt.

The uncle and nephew looked at each other, feeling a bit cold in each other.

“I accept your surrender.”

Rhaegar raised his chin and demanded, "But you must put all your money on the Isle of Tears."

"no problem."

Moustache was overjoyed, and his gray eyes were gleaming.

　　He hesitated for a moment, and with his cunning nature, he opened his mouth to discuss: "Your Majesty, I will dedicate my wealth to the Iron Throne, and please allow us to sail back to the continent of Essos."

Perhaps migrating to Sothoros was a wrong decision.

Back to the rich and vast continent of Essos, you can make a comeback with your plundering skills.

Rhaegar looked down from a high position and smiled: "That's right, you have three days to keep the army away, and the women, children and slaves can move slowly."

“Thank you, your merciful Majesty!”

Houstache grinned widely and personally took a wooden box from his subordinates and presented it to him.

The box was opened, full of gold nuggets and gems.

“Go away.” Rega put away the heavy box and his expression suddenly changed.

Mustache crawled back to the pirate ship, fearing that he might accidentally feed the dragon.

Two and a half days passed.

A bloated fleet of more than a hundred ships sailed on the summer sea, and the ships of different sizes looked ridiculous.

Thirty thousand people huddled in the fleet and returned to their homeland full of expectations.

“Haha, it's all my fault.”

Mustache was drunk and stood on the deck to show off his power.

　　The surrender negotiation was played up as a tragedy of dying generously, and there was no trace of trembling humility.

ˆThe mercenaries and pirates laughed and praised him in unison.

No matter whether he is true or false, it is good if he can escape safely.

The fleet was in disarray and without any discipline.

No one noticed that a shadow enveloped the head.

“Dragon Flame!”

The clear sound is not loud, but it is guaranteed to reach everyone's ears.

"ha?"

Mustache raised his head in surprise, his drunken eyes blurred and he couldn't see clearly.

Until the skin burns and green flames spread all over the sky.

A terrifying giant dragon as black as carbon descended from the sky, with green vertical eyes like a will-o'-the-wisp leading the way to death, swallowing up hundreds of overcrowded ships.

"dragon!"

“It's the wings of death, jump into the sea quickly.”

“Ah! Fire…”

Ash-like green dragon flames spread out and stuck to every ship with the wind, like lighting tallow candles.

“Money?” Rega raised the corners of his lips, grabbed a handful of golden dragons and threw them into the sea: “I can't buy your lives.”

Glutton leapt into the air, his huge body streaking across the sky, soaring in the direction of Volantis.

The fire raged below, turning into a vast green ocean.

“Hiss!”

Two giant scarlet dragons appeared, breathing dragon flames around the fleet, strangling the pirates who tried to jump into the sea to survive.

For a time, lamentation and despair formed a chapter.

Between red and green, play music that is not in line with the world.

The Glutton crossed the Summer Sea and landed within the black walls of Volantis.

A giant yellow jade dragon lay prone on the ground, its huge body curled up into a ball.

The vertical pupils were tightly closed, and he snored lazily and deeply.

"Father!"

Berron was accompanying a group of younger brothers and sisters, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Rhaegar turned over and took off his black robe that was stained with the dragon's stench.

The war is over.

Most of the remaining members of the Three Women Kingdom were killed or injured, and they will not pose a threat in the future.

“Is it successful?”

Rhaenyra stepped out from behind Sylax, smiling.

With gentle movements, he took the dirty black robe and rolled it into his arms.　　　啵~~

Rhaegar held the better cheek and kissed her hard, and said with a bad smile: "Think carefully about how to deal with the Basilisk Islands."

“The children are still there.”

Rhaenyra's cheeks turned red and she turned her head away in embarrassment.

“Can we go back?”

Visenya came bounding over, holding Egg's neck in one hand.

Poor Egg rolled his eyes, half hanging like a rag doll.

“Visenya!”

Rhaenyra was startled and hurriedly snatched away her youngest son.

Rhaegar's face darkened, and he motioned for Baelon to drag his sister away.

Berron received the look, and together with Meka, he pushed the little **** the left and right.

"whee…"

A group of children watched the fun, enjoying watching Visenya eat up.

Rhaegar looked around and whispered in Rhaenyra's ear: "Are you sure you want to bring all the children back to King's Landing?"

Not only his eight dragon cubs, but also the children of Daemon and Aegon.

The older ones are represented by the sisters Baenira, and the younger ones are represented by Jaehaerys and Jaehaera.

"certainly."

Rhaenyra's earlobes turned red when the hot air blew, and a flash of beauty flashed in her eyes: "I want to keep the children by my side and train them to be the best dragon masters."

I experienced another war and lost a beloved son.

Having lived half a life, Rhaenyra's mind was forced to mature.

Referring to Queen Visenya and Queen Alysanne, she will remain with Rhaegar for the rest of her life.

Cultivation of outstanding family descendants for him, who will shoulder the heavy responsibilities without hesitation.

Rhaegar's eyes were surprised.

I didn't expect the other party to be so aware. He always acted petty in the past.

“Put away your distrustful eyes.”

Rhaenyra held her hands in her arms and held up a pair of soft elastic breasts. She was full of royal sisterly style: "I will take good care of them, and history will remember me as the best queen."

Rhaegar blinked and chuckled, "Junlin Kindergarten."

At night.

The Dothraki Sea of Grass, beside a stream.

“Quick, wash the horse for me!”

A harsh scolding, the sound of a whip.

The silver-haired boy was pale, carrying a bucket to fetch water from the stream, and using a brush to brush the young bloodrider's horses.

He wears rough linen clothes, and his back is covered with old and new scars.

The purple eyes were numb, as if they had forgotten what pain was.

The night is getting darker and the moon and stars are scarce.

Men and women in the tribe gathered around the campfire, had **** unscrupulously, and gnawed on half-cooked flesh and blood.

Even for the sake of order, they drew their swords one after another and carried out the brutality to the end.

Kaa yawned and walked back to the tent with great interest, favoring the newly captured female slave.

The bloodriders left individually to rest and watch the night in batches.

“cuckoo cuckoo~~”

The cuckoo landed on the grass and ate grass seeds to fill its belly.

A short figure flashed past and found the small tent of the young bloodrider.

“Huhu~~”

The silver-haired boy listened to the snoring in the tent, and brushed his hand over the dragon head pendant around his neck.

The clan sword True Fire appeared out of thin air, and the ruby at the end of the sword's hilt dimmed.

The silver-haired boy glanced at it and silently rubbed the blade of the sword, which was as dark as night.

Thanks to this sword, he was protected after falling into the water.

This will have the opportunity to drift to the other side of the strait and be salvaged by fishermen.

“Father, mother, I'm sorry.”

The silver-haired boy's voice was hoarse, and a series of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

The dragon is dead, its throat is torn by the sea water, and the Dothraki tribe is like a useless person.

It would be better to die and die.

His left hand touched the tent curtain, and the reflection of the dark sword showed a look of determination.

"What are you doing?"

As soon as the curtain was lifted, a crisp sound came from behind.

The silver-haired boy was startled, and quickly turned around and handed out the long sword.

The tip of the sword was instantly pressed against the black-haired girl's throat.

Leah took a look, pushed away the cold sword, and said with envy: "Is this Valyrian steel? You actually have it."

Her Valyrian was unfamiliar, and she spoke stumblingly.

“Kill you.”

The silver-haired boy moved the sword back to its original position, pretending to be a fierce threat.

“You cried.”

Leah tilted her head and poked the corner of the other person's eyes with her dirty fingertips.

Not to mention, his thin face is quite handsome, and his purple eyes are particularly charming.

“Your mother must be a great beauty.”

Leah's eyes were filled with longing.

“Nonsense.” The silver-haired boy was stunned for a moment and retorted: “I didn't cry.”

“But you shed tears.”

Leah wiped a teardrop and held it in her mouth for a few times.

Salty, it's tears.

The silver-haired boy was furious and scolded through gritted teeth: "Go away, or I'll kill you too."

Had it not been for the fact that the other party gave him a few pieces of horsemeat and helped herd sheep, he would have killed her long ago.

Dothraki women are like female apes.

"Who are you going to kill?" Leah pursed her lips and said innocently, "You were beaten and don't want to live anymore."

Being beaten every day is something no one can bear.

Many slaves took the opportunity to commit suicide.

However, it is indeed rare to seek death by assassinating a bloodrider.

The silver-haired boy's face turned red, feeling embarrassed and annoyed when his thoughts were revealed.

“Stay alive.”

Leah was very serious and said: "My father said he will not sell you, but will raise you until you are white and fat."

“What?” The silver-haired boy didn't understand.

"You have to live, and you can use it for money when the tribe becomes poor."

Leah told her bluntly.

The silver-haired boy hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked towards the small tent.

He would rather die than live in humiliation.

“He won't hit you again.”

Leah stood there, not pulling, but persuading.

The silver-haired boy didn't listen, and the real fire in his hand gradually became hot.

The night sky is very quiet, just ignore the noise of Dothraki men and women having sex.

Boom—

A breeze blew across her face, causing her silvery blond hair to sway slightly.

The silver-haired boy was startled, then raised his head with something in mind.

“Hiss!”

A dark red shadow crossed the night sky, shining like a ruby under the stars, and screams came from above and below.

The Dothraki are so noisy that the sound is as inconspicuous as the call of a cuckoo.

The silver-haired boy's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at the night sky in shock.

That dark red color did not stop and headed straight to the east of the sea of grass.

“What are you looking at?”

Leah looked around and asked expectantly: "Do you want to live?"

“Perhaps.”

The silver-haired boy was absent-minded for a long time and responded subconsciously.

“Then can you tell me your name?”

Leah happily moved forward, wrinkled her nose and sniffed around.

　　They say that although real dragons are powerful, they also stink.

Facing the repeated question, the silver-haired boy hesitated for a moment and raised his lips: "Aemon! Aemon Targaryen."

(End of this chapter)

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