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

Chapter 410 Dragon King Family—Fitznick

Narrow Sea.

"Hiss-"

A huge black dragon flashed past, its broad wings blowing over the white clouds.

The dragon flew across the disputed lands and entered the waters governed by Myr.

"Glutton, slow down."

Rhaegar looked at the city-state in the distance, his eyes solemn in vain.

Mir, which is built on the coast, is now seeing billowing smoke, and the smell of burning can be smelled for miles around.

"Roar……"

The glutton's green vertical eyes were cold, and he plunged into the cool clouds, his huge body gliding at low altitude against the waves.

Her strong breasts cut through the sea, causing large waves to splash.

Rhaegar's eyes never left the sight of Myr.

After receiving the news of the riots in Myr, he rushed back as soon as possible.

In particular, the city-state unearthed a large cave suspected to be the ruins of the Dragon King, which was a piece of cake.

He needs more theoretical knowledge and dragon control experience from the Dragon King family.

Even a complete system of practice books on blood witchcraft and fire warlocks.

The next best thing is to have a better understanding of the bloodline of the ancient Valyrian Dragon King.

The bloodline transformed into dragonborn, and there were too many subtle changes. Rhaegar was in urgent need of the corresponding knowledge foundation.

【Rhaegar Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)

Bloodline: Dragonborn (54%)

Runes: Bronze (green), Ouroboros (blue)

Blood Witchcraft: Black Stone (Blue), Blessing Spell (Blue)...

Relics: Blood and Fire, Vision of Dreams...

Rating: "Otherworldly, an ode to a new age."

Silently calling up the Explorer panel to check it out, Rhaegar couldn't help but look forward to it.

The bloodline is continuously purified, and then transformed into a dragonborn.

During the ancient Valyrian period, did the top dragon king families discover this and cultivate dragon-born warriors?

After all, the Valyrians are best at the magic of blood and fire.

The glutton is extremely fast and is approaching Myr in a matter of seconds.

"Hiss..."

The loud roar of the dragon echoed throughout the city-state, full of anger and warning.

Rhaegar looked up at the sound.

I saw a huge scarlet dragon hovering over the city-state, its broad wings sweeping through the strong wind, and it frequently swooped and sprayed dragon flames.

Wherever the dragon flames fell, the ragged locals fled in confusion.

"The rioting continues."

Rhaegar glanced at it and had an idea in his mind.

Melias circled around an area in the center of Myr.

There is the location of the Governor's Palace.

"Glutton."

Rhaegar patted the dragon on the back to express his thoughts.

"Hiss-"

Gluttony understood instantly and roared as he rushed over Mir. Smoke-like green dragon flames covered the originally blue sky.

Wow!

Suddenly, the whole Myr was boiling.

Whether they were civilians or slaves, they all knelt down and worshiped the gods of their faith.

No particular reason, just a little bit.

A pair of dark wings that looked like crawling out of hell, containing the smell of death.

The glutton didn't show too much, and circled the entire Myr before slowly landing in the central area.

boom--

As the dragon fell to the ground, the hearts of countless Myrs were in their throats.

"Hiss-"

The glutton roared, and his hot breath blew away the mobs who had no time to escape.

In an instant, the entire city-state fell into silence and fell into inexplicable fear.

The glutton's green vertical eyes were contemptuous, his feet stepped on the edge of the ruins, and he lowered his head for the driver to step down.

Rhaegar was wearing a black robe and carrying a real fire around his waist, overlooking the devastated city.

The rioters retreated to a corner, burying their heads and not daring to move.

The giant dragon didn't spit a breath of dragon flames at them, but its intimidation was already deeply rooted in people's hearts.

The moment the glutton appeared, the mob was still obsessed with it.

Rhaegar didn't mind helping them remember Deathwing's horror.

"Hiss..."

Melias roared loudly, flapped his wings and suddenly landed on the ground.

In the dust stirred up, Rhaenys was wearing red armor, her face full of color.

The two giant dragons landed, and the city that had been in chaos a moment ago fell silent.

Swish…

There was a sound of neat running, and hundreds of fearless people wearing black armor blocked the city.

With a condescending gaze, Rhaegar noticed that the location of the former Governor's Palace had been reduced to ruins, and a wide and deep underground pit was exposed inside.

The rioters in the city seemed to be rushing towards the pit.

Rhaegar stepped off the dragon's back, looked at Rhaenys and asked, "Auntie, what is going on?"

Rhaenys frowned and said angrily: "Someone spread the word that there is the Dragon King's treasure in the deep pit."

Immediately, he explained his experience in a concise and concise manner.

The old aristocracy instigated riots, and some people provided weapons for the rebels.

The rebels took advantage of the night and killed the patrolling Dauntless team, stole the catapults and artillery used for city defense, and intended to destroy the Governor's Mansion with both men and dragons.

Under the indiscriminate bombardment, the Governor's Palace collapsed, exposing a deep pit buried underground.

Someone among the mob spread the word that the treasure of the ancient Valyrian Dragon King was hidden in the deep pit.

Whoever finds it can possess countless wealth and tame a magic dragon.

Hear the words.

Rhaegar glanced unkindly at the hundreds of people kneeling beside the ruins.

Thinking with your toes, this city-wide riot must be attributable to the three female national remnants.

The only partner that can provide a large amount of weapons is Braavos, which is far away in the upper half of the narrow sea.

"Sea power is still weak."

Rhaegar was dissatisfied with his own firepower.

There are only a few fleets in Westeros such as the Velaryon, Redwyne, and Manderly families.

After the Battle of the Narrow Sea, House Velaryon's fleet was severely weakened, but it was still capable of garrisoning Lys.

The rest of the fleets, like the Hightower, Lannister, and Celtigar families, were still somewhat reluctant to patrol the Stepstone Islands.

Overall, there is more than enough success but not enough progress.

Rega sighed softly and asked curiously: "What's going on in the pit? Has anyone ever been in it?"

"Yes!" Rhaenys said with a bad expression: "Many greedy mobs rushed into the pit, and..."

Halfway through, it stopped abruptly.

An angry look appeared on his eyebrows, but his words couldn't come out of his mouth, as if there was something unspeakable.

Rega frowned slightly and planned to step forward to check the pit.

"Roar……"

The glutton's green vertical pupils are alert, the dragon's tail swings in front of the driver, and pulls the person back twice.

The next second.

"Hiss..."

In the deep pit, a sharp scream came out, echoing melodiously like water waves.

Rumble——

Accompanied by chaotic noises, a bloodthirsty giant insect with a scarlet body and a snake-like neck crawled out of the pit.

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows, not expecting to see Corakxiu here.

Corakxiu's eyes were cruel, the dragon's kiss tore at the bloody flesh, and his broad wings fluttered with choking smoke.

Da da da……

Amidst the dust, a figure in black walked out slowly.

Rega watched silently, with a hint of coolness in his eyes.

No wonder Rhaenys found it difficult to speak. It turned out that Daemon took the opportunity to sneak in.

It seems that the pain of losing his son has healed, and he ran out to show his presence again.

He waved to the nearest fearless man, and a spear fell into his hand.

"Uncle, give you a little gift!"

Rega's voice was warm and the corners of his mouth curled up.

With a wave of his hand, the spear was thrown like a meteor, accurately targeting the figure in the dust.

As for whether he will die, it depends on whether Stranger accepts him.

Tyrosh was not fooling around enough, so he ran wild on his territory.

boom--

The spear was fast and accurate, driving straight into the dust.

"Hiss..."

Corakxiu was the first to sense danger and let out a penetrating, piercing cry.

The black-clothed figure dodged, and the spear grazed his head and passed dangerously.

The spear tip plunged into the ruins, and the wooden spear shaft exploded under the force.

"Hmm, you are really lucky."

Rega saw it clearly and couldn't help but snorted.

Bang bang...

There was a burst of applause in the dust, and the figure gradually revealed its true appearance.

Damon walked out with steady steps and said with a careless smile: "Nephew, you almost killed my uncle."

On the left side of his face, a large gash was scratched, with traces of blood oozing out.

If he hadn't been good at it and dodged quickly, the spear would have been nailed to his face.

Rega looked disappointed and said regretfully: "Uncle, it's such a pity that you are still alive."

He's just like a shit stirrer, there's no excitement around him.

Why isn't there a spear nailed to death in the ruins?

During the conversation, he saw Damon holding something in his hand.

There are two heavy books under the armpit of his left arm, and he is dragging a dragon egg in his right hand.

Rhaegar's eyes narrowed.

The book is unremarkable, with a cover painting of a giant red dragon wearing a crown.

The dragon egg is scarlet all over, its shell is covered with a layer of gravel, and it has become a fossil.

Feeling the gaze of his good nephew, Damon weighed the fossil dragon eggs twice and said calmly: "Like it? There are many in the pit, and they are all carried in the arms of the rioters."

"Is there really a Dragon King ruins underground?"

Ignoring the teasing tone in his voice, Rhaegar only focused on the important points.

Damon nodded and said: "Yes, there is a Dragon King family named "Fizznik". Half of the land in Myr was once owned by them."

As he spoke, he walked to Colakxiu's side.

Swish…

The Dauntless moved quickly and surrounded them with spears in hand.

Daemon's expression remained unchanged, completely ignoring the dozens of fearless ones.

"Hiss!!"

Koraksh stretched his neck and roared at any bug that dared come within ten feet.

The fearless are like facing a powerful enemy, holding back their fear and not taking a step back.

Damon glanced at it and commented: "Not bad."

A man and a dragon stand next to each other, giving a full sense of intimidation.

"Back off."

Rhaegar came to his senses and waved his hand.

Damon looked calm and said: "This ruins is one of the shelters left by the Fitznick family. It's a pity that it is not used. There are many good things in it."

"Will you leave it to me?"

Rhaegar looked at him with distrust.

Damon smiled: "Whatever you think, I have already got what I wanted."

After saying that, he quickly climbed onto the dragon's back and stuffed the two precious books into his arms.

Rhaegar's eyes were sharp, staring straight at his good uncle's chest.

Tell him directly that Damon has caught something good.

Experience tells him that knowledge is wealth.

"Roar……"

The glutton roared, and his green vertical eyes stared at Colakxiu, exuding a terrifying aura like a dark cloud over the city.

Rhaegar pursed his lips and smiled, a smile hiding danger.

He takes something and wants to leave. Who do you think he is?

Corakxiu lowered his neck vigilantly and let out a warning growl from his throat, always on guard against the dragon-eating species.

The two giant dragons faced each other tit for tat, and the surrounding air seemed to drop to zero degrees.

In the end, Damon surrendered first, casually throwing the dragon egg fossil to his nephew, and said awkwardly: "I borrowed the book, and I will return it to you after reading it."

Rega caught the dragon egg fossil easily, and his dangerous smile faded away.

He waved his hand like a fly, but did not forget to warn: "Be careful with the knowledge in the book, and send it back in seven days!"