Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 656

Chapter 656 The Great Wall of Despair

Dragonstone Island, cliff edge.

The glutton crawled on the grass, crushing the grass blades with his heavy body, and his heavy breathing was like a scorching torrent.

There was an endless stream of high-pitched neighing, and blades of grass and dust were flying in the corners.

Rhaegar lay on his side beside the jet-black dragon's wings, watching the two young dragons fighting with his eyes open.

It has blue-gray scales all over its body, its dorsal fin and wing membrane are scarlet, and its sharp dragon head has no horn crown.

The other one has purple stripes on a black background. It looks fierce and brave, with long and curved horns and crown.

“Hiss!”

The green-gray baby dragon roared and breathed out scorching scarlet dragon flames.

　　Hit the head of the variegated baby dragon, knocking it down dizzy.

“Haha, two little guys.”

Rhaegar smiled, took out a fresh piece of long-winged dragon meat and threw it out.

The two young dragons smelled the smell of blood and immediately pounced on it like greedy cats.

You bite me, and he kicks your paw.

Eat a piece of meat without stopping.

Glutton raised his eyelids, opened his dragon's kiss slightly and let out an impatient growl.

The two young dragons froze when they heard the sound, tore up the long-winged dragon's meat and each took a piece of it and flew away.

The body is only about the size of a hunting dog, and its wings are somewhat weak.

Flying unsteadily in mid-air, like a child carrying a basket of heavy objects.

“You scared them.”

Rhaegar was reluctant and flapped the membrane of the dark dragon's wings.

The two young dragons, like Moon Dancer and Dawn, were hatched from eggs laid by Sylax.

Rhaenyra named the two newborns Arax and Terexiu.

Same as Lyanna's Womax, they are both named after the divine name of the fertility goddess "Syrax".

represents warriors, spears, and thunder.

Combined with the "wisdom and enlightenment" represented by Womax, it comprehensively protects the mother goddess.

Very emotional.

The glutton opened his pale green vertical pupils and flapped his wings in annoyance.

The baby dragon is right in front of you, doesn't it lead the dragon to sin?

That pale dragon head has not been completely digested, otherwise I would definitely find a chance to taste the tender meat.

“Tsk tsk~”

Rhaegar looked joking and climbed onto the saddle along the dragon's wings. ,

No time to fool around with the old man.

The glutton felt something in his heart, supported his body with his wings, and looked across the coast with his ferocious dragon head.

“Let's go, it's time for Velaryon's fleet to set off.”

Rhaegar put on a black robe and thought about the steps to develop the golden fields.

King's Landing was left to the care of his father and Rhaenyra, and the good uncle and Aemond joined the council.

He went boldly and waited for news that his eldest son was in the north.

The glutton looked up to the sky and roared, flapped its wings and suddenly jumped into the air, its thick dragon tail streaking across the rock formations on the cliff.

“Hiss!”

A young giant dragon with cobalt blue scales all over its body, with its lower jaw and abdomen looking like copper foil, flew out of the Stone Drum Tower and hung far behind the dragon-eating species.

Daeron rides on the back of a dragon, holding the golden key in one hand and the map in the other.

“Alas, I have to go on a long journey again.”

The greater the responsibility, the greater the ability.

Not at all like his second brother Aegon, the smaller the ability, the smaller the responsibility.

Two giant dragons flew over Blackwater Bay one after the other and slowly flew out of the throat.

On the sea below, a fleet flying the blue seahorse flag was sailing, with more than a dozen large ships loaded with cargo and sailors.

A young man with a resolute face stood on the deck, looking up at the majesty of the dragon.

“I wish I were a knight.”

Adam's eyes were bright and he turned around to continue directing the sailors.

Northern territory.

The Great Wall of Despair, Castle Black.

The winch staircase embedded in the frozen stone wall slowly climbs towards the top of the towering Great Wall.

The cold wind blew, and snowflakes penetrated through the iron fence.

Berron shuddered and shook his head to shake the white snow from his silver and gold shawl.

“You should wear more clothes, Your Highness.”

Cregan stood upright, with a broad sword slung over his left shoulder.

“We're almost at the Great Wall, it's really exciting.”

Berlon smiled and glanced at the giant sword.

The clan sword of House Stark—Ice.

The palm of his hand touches his waist, holding the dragon claw of the family sword given by his father, and the dragon bone hilt exudes a trace of warmth.

“Winter is coming, and that's not something to celebrate.”

Cregan frowned deeply, hiding an unspeakable worry.

“Dongdong, you mean the things outside the Great Wall?”

Berlon was very perceptive and thought of the prophecy instantly.

“You are right.” Craken's eyes flashed with fierceness, and he murmured: “Now it's just a little snow at the end of summer, and the real winter will be heartbreaking.”

“You brought me to the Great Wall, and we will face it together.”

Berron showed the style of a prince and did not limit his horizons because of his young age.

“You are merciful, like your father.”

A smile appeared at the corner of Cregen's lips, and he made a rare joke: "At least you didn't threaten me with a dragon, like the black **** my ancestor Torrhen Stark faced."

“I thought you wouldn't like to talk about this history.”

Berron couldn't help but smile.

Surrendered King Torrhen Stark, a figure who will be remembered on the pillar of shame in history.

“That's not a shame. The ancestors brought back the men from the north safely.”

Cregan looked at things from a strange angle, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a corner high in the sky.

The old dragon, as huge as a mountain, lay in the snow outside Castle Black, sweeping away the snow with its broad wings and shaking its head in protest.

This is colder than Winterfell, and the Great Wall behind him exudes the aura of a forbidden demon.

“The giant dragon.”

Cregan murmured to himself, a burning light appearing in his eyes.

Bang!

The winch ladder shook violently, and the top hit the top of the tower with overlapping wooden planks.

“Watch your step.”

Cregan came to his senses, pushed open the stairwell door and stepped onto the Great Wall.

　　From the first sight, there are parapets on both sides that are higher than the head. Frost covers every inch of stone slabs, barely covering the cold wind from north to south.

Northerners wearing fur coats stood guard in front of the staircase, waiting for the Duke and the Crown Prince to arrive.

Berlon jumped onto the hard frozen layer, and the torches on both sides of the wall swayed back and forth.

“It's so cold.”

“This is just the tip of the iceberg, you have to learn to accept it.”

Cregan was like a kind teacher, holding the crown prince's hand and walking inside.

He is already in his twenties and once had a wife.

After experiencing many hardships, I have become particularly open-minded.

The ten-year-old crown prince is in front of him, just like his child.

“Sir, please come this way.”

A weather-beaten night watchman came over and led the two of them to the watchtower. Cregen nodded and said, "Take you to see the scenery outside the Great Wall, and go back so you can tell your father about it."

“I'd rather take a pee.”

Berron's little face turned red from the cold, and he was joking in a boring way.

The little birds were all shrunk and lost, and there was a strong feeling of swelling in the lower abdomen.

I don't know how the night watchman who has been stationed all year round managed to survive.

No wonder the oath included the promise not to marry a wife and not have children.

No one can be interested in such a cold weather.

When we come to the observation deck, it is actually a wooden structure protruding from the wall.

“Yonder is the Ghost Forest, the territory of the savages.”

Cregen pointed with his big hand, and a gray primeval forest grew in the snow-covered wilderness.

Berlon glanced around, his eyes falling on the arrows stuck in the wall and the blood stains on the snow below.

The longest arrow is two meters long, comparable to the fine steel spear equipped with a scorpion crossbow.

Blood flowers were scattered on the snow, burying the frozen limbs and broken bones.

“Those are the traces left by the savages.”

Cregen looked grave and whispered: "They also felt that winter was coming and tried their best to cross the Great Wall."

“Why don't you let them in?”

Berron said doubtfully.

Both of them knew what the real enemy was outside the Great Wall.

　　The savages were just the unlucky ones who lived on the other side when the Great Wall was being built.

Tracing his bloodline, he and the people in the north are both descendants of the ancestors.

“I'm not sure how threatening they are.”

Cregan was not angry and said calmly: "Besides, the people in the North don't have enough to eat or wear, so they can't provide for outsiders."

Children of nobles must voluntarily become night watchmen to save a ration for their families.

　　It will be a disaster if the savages are not engaged in production and let the Great Wall go rashly.

Berron was speechless and secretly pursed his lips.

The kingdom is still not strong enough, so the people will live a precarious life.

If possible, he hopes that more people can have enough to eat.

Cregan bent down and was about to say a few words of persuasion.

A solemn horn sound slowly echoed from the ghost forest outside the Great Wall.

Sashasa…

Dense footsteps, the snow was trampled ruthlessly, and the whole forest shook slightly.

Berron's eyes widened, and he had a bad premonition.

Gradually, the savages wrapped in animal skins came out in groups, with a look of indifference as if they were dead.

At the front, a giant beast several feet tall and covered with long wisps of hair was walking slowly.

“Mammoth.”

Berron murmured softly, a fierce giant elephant reflected in his eyes.

The mammoth has two heads. The ropes bind its thick waist and drag the solid and thick trunk.

Two giants, seven or eight meters tall, covered in tattered animal skins and with hideous and ugly faces, pulled the reins.

On the giant's back, there is a long bow and arrows that are exactly the same as those on the wall.

Suddenly, a heavy dragon roar came from behind, temporarily covering up the loud horn.

Ulagas soared into the sky, slowly circling around the Great Wall of Impasse, his amber vertical pupils full of vigilance.

Berlon and Cregan joined hands, with their backs to the old dragon and their faces to the cold wind and snow.

The Dothraki Sea of Grass.

In the afternoon, a poor quality tent.

“My brother is the smartest man and the stupidest fool.”

Aemon's eyes were filled with memories, and a trace of color returned to his thin cheeks.

Even when he spoke, his voice was still hoarse, as if his throat was blocked.

“What is he like?”

Leah sat on the wool felt, holding a plate of cooked horse meat.

“He!”

Aemon lowered his head silently and forced a smile: "He is worse than me, but I am not as good as him."

“That's not right!” Leah opened her eyes wide and retorted, holding a small dagger: “You are a prince, he is also a prince, you are a real dragon, and he is also a real dragon, how can he be stronger than you?”

“That's different.”

Aemon pushed away the sharp edge in front of his eyes, picked up a piece of horse meat, put it into his mouth and chewed it.

The cheeks were bitten painfully, but the flesh was not rotten.

Aemon ground his teeth hard, forcing himself to get used to it.

Thanks to the fact that both of his parents are connoisseurs who love gourmet food, he has developed a tricky mouth since he was a child.

To him, Dothraki life was like eating brown soup among orphans in a flea bottom.

“Are you sad?”

Leah came closer and stared into the other person's purple eyes.

“No.” Aemon said what he meant.

Leah tilted her head and asked thoughtfully: "You have a dragon, what does it look like?"

“Big, great guy.”

Eamonn felt like there was a lump in his throat, and his expression became subtle.

“It's dead?”

Lea is very smart and can spot clues at a glance.

Otherwise, the dragon should have found its own master long ago.

Aemon's face darkened, he took the dagger and cut the horse flesh hard.

“Don't be sad, I'll give you a pony in two days.”

Leah didn't want the other party to feel sad, so she said as if offering a treasure: "When the time comes, you can ride with me instead of walking with the slaves."

Eamonn:…

I don't want to talk, my mind is filled with all the details I had with the liar.

The unknown wild dragon I saw that night never appeared again.

Regaining the desire to live, but unable to find the goal of self-improvement.

“Wow~~”

There was a clear cry in his ears, and it was Lia who lay beside him and kissed him flatteringly.

　　Aemon leaned back and his face turned into an apple: "What are you doing?"

“Isn't your dragon dead?”

Leah's eyes looked forward to it, and she took the initiative: "From now on, I will be your dragon and take you to play on the sea of grass."

When Aemon heard this, he couldn't help crying or laughing: "That's not how the dragon calls."

That's a puppy barking.

“What is the name of the dragon?”

Leah sat down next to her, showing no signs of losing enthusiasm.

His big eyes turned over and over to look at Aemon's fair face, no matter how beautiful it looked.

Short silver-gold hair and purple eyes, like the moon and stars in the sky.

After taking a sniff, the stinky smell disappeared and turned into the smell of mutton and grass.

“A dragon is a dragon and cannot be imitated.”

Eamonn moved to the side, and the other party squeezed again.

In the end, I had no choice but to use my strength on horse meat.

Lea stared at it for a while, then took back the small dagger and continued cutting, cutting the horse meat into fine pieces.

Outside the tent, there is an open-air stable.

Kas Kaa had no expression on his face, stroking his horse and winking at the bloodriders.

"yes."

The scar-faced Blood Alliance guard nodded slightly, drew out his scimitar and went straight to the tent.

A pair of sharp eyes flashed with complex dark light.

(End of this chapter)

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