Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day

Amid the twinkling stars, a crimson fire spread across Tyrosh.

Korakxiu soared nimbly, hovering over the Maharaja's mansion and wildly spitting out dragon flames.

Two thousand mercenaries rushed to the rescue, hiding behind buildings, shooting arrows and throwing spears.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...

Corakxiu did not dodge, he breathed fire regardless, and allowed the arrow to hit his body.

Occasionally gliding at low altitude, Damon was exposed on the dragon's back.

"Shoot arrows to attack the dragon driver!"

The mercenary yelled, looking like he was looking at a golden mountain.

Bows, arrows and spears fired faster, covering the air as finely as raindrops.

Damon glanced down and said indifferently: "Stupid."

"Hiss..."

Corakxiu screamed loudly, spread out a pair of broad scarlet wings to protect himself, and flew away all the thrown objects.

As a mature dragon that has experienced hundreds of battles, its scales are strong enough and its wing membranes are very tough, making it out of the range of damage from crossbow arrows.

The cold vertical eyes turned towards the mercenary who was secretly hurting people. Colakxiu suddenly fell to the ground, stretching his neck and spitting out dragon flames wildly.

The scarlet dragon flame was like a big broom, leaving only screams and wails wherever it passed.

clang! clang!

One man and one dragon were wreaking havoc for a while. The emergency bell rang in the mansion, and the garrison came from all directions.

The mercenaries in the mansion fled as hard as they could. While attracting firepower, they launched their scorpion crossbows and quickly loaded their stainless steel spears.

Realizing that danger was coming, Damon gave the order with a cold face: "Fly!"

Corakxiu stopped breathing fire, supported the ground with his wings and soared easily, swaying his body into the night sky.

No matter how the mercenaries aim, it will be difficult to cause any damage.

Damon was unwilling and looked down at the burning buildings below.

The beautiful pavilions and buildings were engulfed in flames, the white stone walls were scorched black, and charred corpses and debris were everywhere.

Until he saw more and more garrison troops gathering outside the building, Damon's eyes turned cold and he said calmly: "Support the port."

In one fell swoop, the security in the city was broken, attracting the garrison to rescue the Maharaja's mansion, creating an opportunity for the fleet to launch a critical battle.

It's a pity that I couldn't find the prince who was like a pig or a dog and feed him to the dragon bit by bit.

"Hiss..."

Korak Xiu followed the instructions carefully, and finally breathed out a breath of dragon flames at the garrison who rushed outside the mansion, and immediately soared towards the port.

at the same time.

Dozens of warships broke through the defense of the patrol ships and rushed into the Tyrosh port with overwhelming force.

The trumpet conveyed the message, the port was put on full alert, and fortifications were stationed to defend it.

The patrol ships in the sea area returned one after another, and a naval battle broke out with the Iron Throne fleet.

Within a quarter of an hour, the port was in flames of war.

…

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

The adjutant who was driven away by Damon arrived at the port of Reese on a smuggling ship and reported the information non-stop.

Daemon went to war privately, forbidding the ravens from carrying messages.

The adjutant hurried slowly through the disputed area to report the news.

The information first reached the ears of the sea snakes stationed at the port, and then spread to the Governor's Mansion like the wind.

Lys, ruins west of the city.

Hundreds of times, the elite members of the sub-regiment, wearing armor and carrying weapons, were divided into two rows on the left and right, standing with their heads held high, and a wide passage was opened in the middle.

At the end of the road, a giant dragon as black as charcoal lay on the ground, motionless and sleeping like a sculpture.

Tread...

From the other end of the road, the sound of powerful footsteps came slowly.

Rhaegar wore a pure black dragon-riding uniform and walked through the passage with steady steps.

"Prince, the war has broken out, you need to calm down."

Johanna's face was solemn, and she followed her step by step with her slender legs.

"I haven't gotten carried away yet."

Rega's voice was calm, and his face showed no emotion or anger.

He knew in his heart that Damon had a problem with him, and the hatred between the two had been laid ten years ago.

But Dimon should not vent his dissatisfaction in this way.

War is a continuation of politics. Capturing a city-state does not mean that you can rule it.

Myr and Lys had just taken it not long ago, but the Targaryens had not yet gained a foothold.

To be fair, he didn't want to commit any more murders, so he resorted to gentle means to stabilize the volatile situation.

At least when people on the continent of Essos mention the "Battle of the Narrow Sea", they don't just remember blood and fire.

There must also be Targaryen's fairness, strictness, and tolerance.

Johanna took two quick steps, but was still left behind some distance, and asked hurriedly: "The war has lasted three days, and it will be useless for you to rush over now."

She believed that the prince wanted to stop the war, or to recruit the remaining wealthy people.

The existence of the rich is like a duck that lays golden eggs to the Free Cities.

"The situation has changed."

During the conversation, we walked through the passage.

Rhaegar stood beside the glutton's dragon's neck, rubbed his scales twice and climbed up the soft ladder woven with hemp rope.

Smelling the familiar smell, the glutton's snoring stopped, and his sharp green vertical pupils opened instantly.

In an instant, a dull and oppressive atmosphere swept across.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but there seems to be a bit of ash smell in the air, which makes people breathless.

"Roar……"

The glutton roared softly, stood up with its huge body shaking, and slowly crawled out of the rubble with its dark wings and hind legs.

Rhaegar hung on the ladder and swayed gently, climbed up on the dragon's back out of habit, and sat astride the newly cast black steel saddle.

After consuming a mogul, the glutton remains in a deep sleep.

I don't know whether it was the flesh and blood of a giant dragon that provided nutrition, or the transformation of Rhaegar's bloodline that improved it.

In less than half a month, the glutton's size quietly increased.

The fixed rope network woven from special materials was broken at all times, and the black iron saddle was shaken off and broken.

Therefore, Rhaegar found a craftsman to forge a new set of dragon-controlling equipment.

boom--

The glutton's eyes were cold and ruthless, and his wings flapped randomly against the rocks, causing a tremor on the ground.

Johanna wanted to ask more, but was frightened away by the dragon's aura and did not dare to get close.

"Quiet, man."

Rhaegar calmed the cold dragon, bowed his head and said: "Inform the Sea Serpent to dispatch a medium-sized fleet with three thousand people and twenty ships to rush to Tyrosh immediately."

"Yes, Prince."

Johanna came into close contact with the dragon for the first time, looking up nervously with a frozen expression.

Rhaegar turned around, patted the dragon on the back and said, "Let's go, man!"

The pigs he raised were slaughtered in advance by Damon, and the city-state he obtained could not have any more accidents.

"Hiss-"

The glutton jumped up and plunged into the thin cloud layer.

"Hiss..."

Another high-pitched scream responded, and the light gray dragon shadow followed nimbly.

Hundreds of thousands of pairs of eyes in the city-state looked at each other in unison, and the fear of being burned by the dragon struck their hearts again.

The glutton has an evil appearance, and the black dragon body descends like an evil god.

The gray shadow hangs behind him, like a white ghost.

This way, we will burn the city.

…

Tyroshi.

"Hiss..."

Corakxiu screamed sharply, traveling inside and outside the city-state, spitting dragon flames and destroying everywhere.

Daemon was riding on the back of a dragon, his armor was riddled with arrow pits, and his eyebrows were extremely cold.

At this time, the city-state stood with hundreds of tall towers, filled with scorpion crossbows aimed at one person and one dragon.

Whoosh!

A fine steel spear flew, grazing the wide dragon wings and missing.

Daemon glanced back and forth and gave the order: "Burn that tower!"

Corakxiu galloped away, lingering in the air above the attacking tower, dragon flames gushing out.

"ah!……"

"Shoot, shoot quickly..."

Under the dragon flames, the temperature of the stone walls of the tower rose straight up, penetrating through the doors and windows and pouring into the interior, burning out the hiding garrison.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

After solving a high tower, several nearby high towers attacked together, aiming their steel spears at the giant dragon to attack.

"Hiss..."

Corakxiu quickly evaded, abandoned the burning black tower, and climbed into the sky at high speed.

Three consecutive day and night attacks were also a test for the dragon's endurance.

Judging from the frequency with which Colakxiu flapped its wings, it could be seen that it was also exhausted.

Damon noticed this and said in a deep voice: "Colakxiu, let's go!"

He had not slept for three days and three nights, and his eyes were filled with sour red bloodshot eyes.

Colakxiu was overjoyed when he heard this, and quickly left the battlefield, disappearing into the clouds.

…

In the port, the war was raging.

boom--

Catapults hurled flint and bombarded enemy warships.

At this time, the fleet led by Daemon was forced out of the port and parked on the sea for a brutal confrontation with the Tyrosh fleet.

Both sides used catapults and scorpion crossbows to their fullest. The warships were smashed to pieces, and the soldiers on the deck were bloody and bloody.

There seemed to be a meat grinder placed on the blue sea.

"Fight for the Iron Throne!"

A royal knight shouted hoarsely, crossing the warship and brandishing his sword.

"All men are mortal!"

The mercenaries shouted loudly, their eyes full of greed for money, and they risked their lives to fight.

On the first night of the attack, the fleet successfully raided the port and landed a large number of soldiers ashore.

However, the garrison was too powerful and forced the enemy back.

Daemon controlled Coraxio to gain air superiority, but was still unable to stop the scorpion crossbows from attacking.

The next best thing is to attack the buildings inside the city-state.

"Hiss..."

Korakxiu soared over, his vertical pupils swept across the warship hanging the sails of the Three Women's Kingdom, and he breathed dragon flames again.

boom--

Dragon flames burned the ship, and the mercenaries on the deck screamed and jumped into the sea, covered in fire, to survive.

Damon treated him coldly and attacked the dragon mercilessly.

Corakxiu, regardless of whether there were any of his own people on the ship, breathed fire unscrupulously, pushing the bloody naval battle to another climax.

This reckless fighting style soon caused riots.

A young officer with silver hair and dark skin from the Velaryon branch raised his head and shouted: "Prince, we can't attack the port, let's withdraw our troops for now!"

When marching and fighting, one's strength is high, then it weakens, and three times it is exhausted.

After fighting for three days in a row, it was difficult for the soldiers to catch their breath, and one can imagine how exhausted they were.

Instead of wasting innocent lives, it would be better to withdraw our troops and rest.

Dai Meng's face was gloomy, he couldn't listen to it at all, and he was focused on fighting to the end.

The soldiers under his command can die, and dozens of warships can be burned.

He even ignored the life and death of himself and Colakxiu.

Even if the body sinks into the sea and the last drop of blood is drained.

His pride would not allow him to return defeated.

"Hiss..."

Corakxiu felt the determination of the driver, and he screamed and dived back and forth, breathing dragon flames to bombard the enemy ships.

Its dragon flames are endless and seem to consume no physical energy.

Half an hour passed.

Under the high-intensity bombing, the enemy fleet was actually burned with a gap, and they did not dare to confront the bloodthirsty giant insect.

"Attack! Board the harbor!"

As soon as the flaw was revealed, the Iron Throne fleet immediately adjusted, forcing the enemy back and heading straight for the port.

The warships were anchored, hooks and locks were hung along the shore, and soldiers swarmed out.

Daemon rode Corakxiu and rushed to the front, facing more than twenty scorpion crossbows as the vanguard.

One person and one dragon did not hesitate to burn a bloody path to the death.

"Scorpion Crossbow, prepare!"

Inside the watchtower, the mercenaries looked heavy-hearted, aiming their crossbows at the scarlet dragon that didn't dodge or avoid.

Damon's eyes flashed with madness, and he shouted until his voice was hoarse: "Dragon Flame!"

"Fire!!"

Scarlet dragon flames gushed out, dense fine steel spears shot out, and the two sides collided head-on.

At the moment of life and death, there was no retreat.

"Dragon Flame!"

Suddenly, a crisp shout came, disrupting Damon's resolute thoughts.

"Hiss!!"

A roar as loud as thunder exploded, and a huge green dragon rushed into the battlefield, and a stream of orange dragon flames mixed with thick smoke fell from the sky.

The dragon flames came fiercely, like a volcano that had been silent for a hundred years suddenly erupting.

In a flash of lightning, dozens of fine steel spears melted and turned into pools of molten iron.

"Hiss..."

In the dragon flames, Korakshu suddenly rushed out, carrying Damon who was unharmed.

Damon was stunned for a moment, looking back in surprise.

At a glance, Lanar's resolute face came into view.

"Roar..."

Vhagar roared dully, his huge body like a mountain, erupting with violent dragon flames.

The temperature melted stone and iron, and the range covered half of the port, sweeping across without restraint.