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

"No!!"

"Don't block the road, run away..."

Everyone's hair stood on end as they pushed and ran away in despair.

boom--

The golden dragon flame was not sloppy at all, pushing all the way along the narrow path and drawing a long golden line in the red rock.

Someone looked up hastily and saw the last glimpse of his life.

An adult dragon with bronze scales all over its body, brown wing membranes, and a ferocious appearance.

Fury of Bronze - Vormisor

"Seven Hells!"

The moment he saw the giant bronze dragon, he welcomed the baptism of dragon flames with a dull expression.

There was a sizzling sound, and his face was completely different.

A deep shout came from mid-air.

"Wormithor, Dragon Flame!"

"Hiss!"

The giant bronze dragon roared, its body over a hundred meters swooping down, and scorching golden fire spewed out from the huge mouth of the abyss.

In an instant, cries and wailings echoed around the entire rock.

After a while, only broken and charred corpses were left everywhere.

"Wormisor, well done."

Viserys' face was flushed, and he was indescribably excited and proud.

At this time, he was wearing black steel armor and a red cloak, with the clan sword Black Fire on his waist.

The armor conceals his stout figure, and the jet-black steel adds a bit of fortitude. Paired with the dragon-wing helmet and clan sword Black Fire, the whole person seems to be twenty years younger.

Become a fearless dragon knight who is good at fighting.

"Hiss!"

Wormisor's vertical eyes were indifferent, and he flapped his wings mechanically, searching for the mercenary who was escaping alone.

Once discovered, it will be immediately burned with dragon flames.

Sticking to the Bronze Fury moniker.

"Haha, let's go."

Viserys was high-spirited and grinned: "There are still many enemies who hope to see the wrath of the sleeping dragon."

As he spoke, his chest rose and fell more intensely, and he raised his hand to wipe away the hot sweat.

Not because of the intense heat, but because of my blood.

Viserys gasped slightly and said to himself with a smile: "Fighting with a dragon is still a bit too exciting for me."

But it's really cool.

"Hiss!"

Wormisor was like a bronze sun, soaring swiftly and fiercely toward the other side of the mountain range.

According to the intelligence collected by the intelligence chief, a large number of mercenaries have gathered in Bone Road.

Still need to be cleared one by one.

…

Three days passed by.

A large number of victims passed through the steep bone road and gathered in front of a narrow fortress.

The fortress was built between the rock walls on both sides, with a height of more than ten feet, and a huge bronze door with horizontal bars.

The rock walls on both sides are covered with honeycomb-like shooting holes, always aimed at enemies trying to attack.

Behind the fortress is a majestic castle built on the mountain and towering into the clouds.

Darkport City of House Dondarrion.

"Hiss!"

A giant bronze dragon rushed out of the castle, looking down at the victims with cold eyes.

More and more victims of the disaster gathered in front of the fortress and refused to retreat, seriously threatening the defense layout of Heigang.

Seeing the giant dragon hovering above their heads, the victims were numb and did not know how to hide or cry.

Occasionally, when a child cries loudly, the adult will quickly silence him.

They can no longer survive.

No food, no hope.

The only thing they could do was to follow the crowd and gather at the fortress on the Bone Road, waiting for the scorching sun.

Unknowingly, an emotion called despair spread quietly, hanging over the victims' heads more than a giant dragon.

"Hiss-"

"Hiss..."

Suddenly, two dragon roars came from far away, and two giant dragons flew out of the sky of thousands of miles of dark clouds.

One head is black and the other is light blue, chasing one after the other as if they were dancing together.

Whoosh——

The giant black dragon plunged down into the sky, gliding freely along the rock wall, smashing the protruding rocks with its sharp claws.

Rhaegar wore a black robe and said softly: "Glutton, don't scare the victims."

"Hiss-"

The giant black dragon had faint green eyes and rushed towards the conspicuous black port with its head held high.

"Hiss..."

Meng Huo chased after her with a pair of light blue wings spread out, and her appearance was as gorgeous as another blue sky and clouds.

Helena's little face was tense, and she looked at the victims who were giving off a stinky smell from time to time.

"dragon……"

"Targaryen..."

Two giant dragons passed over their heads, and the victims were alarmed, staring closely at the dragons and the young girls on their backs.

The dragon guards the fortress, and no one can break through the bone path.

Involuntarily, the victims became more and more desperate. They faced the scorching sun and felt their hearts covered with frost.

After a while, the giant dragon disappeared from sight.

Enter the invisible and intangible Black Harbor City.

…

Black Harbor, front courtyard.

Wormisor landed first, occupying the few remaining open areas of the courtyard.

the other side.

Gluttony and Dreamfire landed outside the courtyard. The more than ten feet of black basalt city wall looked like a row of rural earth walls, barely blocking the strong hind limbs of the two giant dragons.

With a slight peek of the head, the dragon's head jumped over the deep moat, overlooking all corners of the vestibule.

Rhaegar took off his hood and stepped off the dragon's back.

Rumble——

The city gate slowly opened, and a group of soldiers came out to greet them.

"Rhaegar, my child!"

Viserys took long strides, looking very happy.

"Father, are you okay?"

Rhaegar smiled slightly and walked towards him.

Viserys took hold of his eldest son's arm, squeezed the strong muscles, and smiled broadly: "It's great that you can come."

The father and son had already sent a message, and Rhaegar wanted to solve the trouble in the Stormlands first.

"Father."

Helena climbed off the dragon's back, smiled and rushed forward for a hug.

Viserys was wearing armor and could only hug his daughter through the iron sheet. He said distressedly: "Helena, you should stay in King's Landing."

After the Maiden's Day, the youngest daughter hid in Harrenhal.

Later, she returned to the Red Castle and quietly went to the Stormlands.

Helena frowned slightly and reflected: "I want to find a blue island and meet my brother first."

"You mean the Isle of Tarth?"

Viserys was slightly stunned and asked in confusion.

The Isle of Tarth is one of the affiliated islands along the coast of Westeros.

It is located to the north of the Shipbreaker Bay and is separated from the mainland by a strait.

The island is very beautiful, with different landforms such as mountains, lakes, plains, and valleys.

Because of the blue water nearby, it is also called the Sapphire Island.

Helena was a little confused and said vaguely: "I only saw a blue island."

"Then you really should go there to take a look."

Viserys raised his eyebrows and found that his youngest daughter was mentally unstable again.

He didn't think Helena had the talent for dragon dreams. Dragon dreams should be triggered by dreams, appearing indirectly and steadily.

Helena's nonsense is more like a fragmented picture that suddenly flashed in her mind.

"Father, let's talk about it after we get into the city."

Rhaegar changed the subject.

Viserys hurriedly said, "Yes, I asked Lord Simon to prepare a banquet."

The old Lord Simon Dondarrion, who was next to him, nodded slightly and dressed meticulously.

This is a proud and face-conscious old stubborn.

The white knights, Erik and Alec, also went out to greet him, always protecting the king.

The brothers nodded and greeted respectfully: "Prince, Princess."

Rhaegar smiled and walked in with Helena's hand.

Helena was depressed, and her freckled face was almost wrinkled into a bun.

As Rhaegar walked, he said, "We have to go to Highgarden later, don't be depressed."

"Oh~"

Helena squeaked.

She saw a fishmonger on the blue island and was a little curious about what it meant.

Soon, a group of people walked into the castle's front yard.

"Roar..."

Vormithor prostrated on the ground, with the ferocious dragon head with horns slightly raised, exuding a murderous aura.

Rhaegar took the opportunity to look at the bronze giant.

After hunting the smuggled mercenaries in the past few days, Vormithor was very energetic and regained some of his previous ferocity.

Viserys panted slightly and said proudly: "Vormithor is a real warrior, stronger than I thought."

Compared to the usual dragon parade, it is another taste to ride a dragon on the battlefield.

Rhaegar's eyes fell on his father and asked: "Are you okay?"

Father had cuts on his body and his physical strength might not be able to keep up.

Viserys waved his hand and said confidently: "Don't worry about me, I'm just a little tired, it won't affect the wound."

I thought riding a dragon in battle would tear the wound and be embarrassing on the battlefield.

Unexpectedly, he was fine, and Vormithor could take advantage of air superiority by himself.

Chatting and walking, entering the castle.

Black Harbor City was built on a cliff. On the side facing the Bone Road, the wall was covered with a layer of vine-like green plants, like a green waterfall.

Walking into the castle hall, the wall and green plants blocked the sunlight, and the temperature suddenly became cool.

The old earl ordered the servants to prepare meals and set up a sumptuous banquet.

Before he sat down, another person hurried over.

"Your Majesty, the military supplies have been inspected clearly."

Tyran was sweating and panting as he reported the task.

He ran too fast, his blond hair was a little messy, and his clothes exuded a faint sweat odor.

There was no trace of the strict requirements he had for his appearance.

Viserys asked about the general situation and motioned for him to take a seat.

Tyran nodded flatteringly and did not forget to greet Rhaegar.

In a veiled way, the crown prince was his immediate superior.

Rhaegar smiled back, surprised that Tyran was here.

On second thought, it was no problem.

The prince's palace was built on the border of Dorne, behind Black Harbor, and stuck at the exit of the Bone Road.

As a supervisor and a former royal minister, it was normal for Tyran to be temporarily recruited.

Before the meal started, Tyran reported some situations alone.

"There are 2,000 infantrymen, 800 archers, 26 knights, and some kerosene and other city defense supplies in Black Harbor."

"There are at least 10,000 Dornish disaster victims outside the city. Several narrow paths have become the target of mercenaries, but they were all destroyed by His Majesty riding on Wormisoor."

Rhaegar listened carefully and analyzed the gap between the enemy and us.

First of all, there is no reinforcement in Black Harbor.

In addition to supporting the Three Women's Kingdom, the rest of the Stormland army is clearing out the remnants of Dorne.

It will take at least a month to completely restore order and send troops to help.

But it doesn't matter.

Black Harbor has a dangerous terrain and is tightly blocked by the main bone road. An army of 3,000 people is enough to stop an army of 100,000.

With his father and Wormisoor in charge, it is really unbreakable.

Rhaegar's thoughts turned and he found that the Prince's Pass was the most in need of reinforcement.

Prince's Pass doesn't have the natural barrier of the Bone Road, and Nightsong City doesn't have an old man like Lord Simon.

Don't underestimate Simon Dondarrion.

Although this old man is shameless, he once participated in Rhaenyra's blind date tour.

When he was young, he was also a fanatic who often fought against the Dornish.

His military exploits far exceeded those of Royce Carron and the fallen Lord Swan.

The servants served the meal and everyone started eating.

Viserys took a sip of wine and suddenly said seriously: "The sea snake lost his son and has mobilized the navy of the Stepstones to head towards Planktown."