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

Boom——

Golden dragon flames descended like a pillar of fire, bombarding the cargo ship.

Aegon was wearing silver armor, looking very arrogant, and laughed happily: "Good-for-nothings, burn them all!"

"Hiss..."

Yang Yan raised his head proudly, and his golden body crossed the sea, bringing an unmatched blow.

The cargo ship was not equipped with scorpion crossbows, and the heavy hull was unavoidable, like fish on a chopping board.

The warship of the Velaryon family lowered the ram, approached and suddenly smashed the cargo ship's cabin.

Woo woo woo——

A solemn horn sounded, and the soldiers jumped onto the enemy ship through the ram, launching a one-sided massacre.

In a short while, the victory and defeat were decided.

The cargo ship burned fiercely, and the corpses sank into the sea.

The sea snake watched expressionlessly, and there was nothing but coldness in his deep eyes.

"My lord, a Braavos merchant was captured and tortured."

The adjutant reported rigorously.

Feeling the familiar salty sea breeze, the sea snake closed his eyes slightly and said lightly: "Interrogate strictly."

Dorne and Braavos are in the same boat, and any cargo ship is suspected of carrying intelligence.

"Yes, my lord."

"Continue sailing to the Greenblood River."

"As you command."

After the adjutant left, the sea snake fell into a dead silence.

It was his carelessness that allowed the Dornish soldiers to have a breathing space in the Stormlands.

If he had pursued them relentlessly at the beginning and forced the Dornish into a desperate situation, perhaps Lannino would not have been designed.

"Hiss..."

The cargo ship sank completely into the sea, and Aegon rode Sunfire and went far away first, leaving the fleet to explore the Greenblood River.

The sea snake turned a deaf ear and allowed Aegon to act on his own.

Compared with Lannino who was killed and Aemond who delayed the war, Prince Aegon was more reassuring in his behavior besides his indulgence.

Thinking about it, the tired brain gradually emptied.

The fleet sailed slowly, shuttling through the Summer Sea.

Suddenly, a mist rose from the sea, blocking the scorching sun.

The sea snake opened its arms, breathing in the sea smell it had tasted for a lifetime, and its dark face showed some nostalgia.

"Hiss..."

At this moment, a melodious whine came through the layers of mist, and it was ethereal on the vast sea.

The sea snake suddenly opened its eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.

In sight.

A light silver dragon broke through the hazy mist and disappeared in an instant.

The sea snake stayed in place in a daze, his old eyes red, and his lips trembled: "Lannino!"

The dragon was looking for his son.

The mist covered his vision, and the sea snake was sad from the heart, and his breathing suddenly became disordered.

When he first received the news of his son's murder, he was not sad but angry.

Angry at the hostile cunning, angry at his son's disappointment, and angry at his own wrong judgment.

After many days, he met Haiyan again looking for his master.

The sea snake's heart was deeply touched, and the hidden emotions finally burst out. He could no longer suppress his longing for his son.

Snap!

A teardrop rolled down his cheek and shattered on the silver-gray breastplate.

The sea snake closed his eyes and opened them again, his expression returned to coldness.

Sorrow buried in the heart, nourishing the seeds of revenge.

Crunch...

The fists were clenched and crackling, and the sea snake's eyes were filled with murderous intent, muttering to himself: "Dorne, Martell, the Velaryon family will not forget."

"Hiss--"

As soon as the voice fell, the mermaid king seemed to hear his oath, and another magnificent dragon roar echoed on the sea.

In an instant.

The sea breeze blew wantonly, and the thick fog dissipated with the wind.

The sea snake looked stunned, staring straight into the depths of the fog.

A huge monster stirred the fog, rushed into the sky close to the sea surface, and then soared towards the south of the Summer Sea.

The sea snake tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see the appearance of the monster clearly.

The fog was too thick, and the field of vision was conservatively estimated to be one kilometer. Any more would be elusive.

Soon, the beast disappeared.

I couldn't see its appearance clearly, and I couldn't distinguish the details.

I only knew that it was extremely large, vaguely in the shape of a dragon.

In a glimpse, a moss-like green giant claw broke through the mist.

"Lanaar?"

The sea snake looked around blankly, thinking that Vhagar was traveling.

The neck twisted in the direction of the beast's departure, which was further south than the Summer Islands.

The ship went south and saw the world's third continent, the vast Sothoryos.

"Forget it, it's important to capture the Green Blood River."

The sea snake shook his head, remembering the matter in his mind, but not wasting time thinking about it.

For a long time.

The fleet sailed out of the fog, and a piece of land with tropical trees appeared in the north.

The forest was next to a wide estuary, and the turbulent water flowed into the sea.

The sea snake looked around, but there was no ship at the estuary, and the air was filled with a sense of depression.

The adjutant came forward and said, "Sir, there is a lemon forest ahead. Going upstream, you can reach Plank Town."

"The lemon green defense is loose, notify the fleet to attack directly!"

The sea snake gave the order.

The fleet moved upon hearing the sound and plunged into the estuary.

There is a wealthy noble family in the lemon forest, and a team of Dorne cavalry is stationed along the coast.

The lord's name is Andare Dart, and he lives in a wooden castle.

"An unknown fleet has entered the Greenblood River. Immediately send a letter to Yangji City for support!"

Andare was in a panic, and his beard was shaking with fear.

As soon as the subordinates received the order, they set out to notify the maester to release the raven.

"Hiss..."

A giant dragon fell from the sky, its pale pink wings flapping back and forth, aiming at the wooden castle and releasing fierce dragon flames.

Boom boom——

Wood will burn when it meets fire, and instantly becomes the best firewood.

"Yangyan, stop the fleeing soldiers!"

Aegon's eyes widened, and he was in very good condition.

"Hiss..."

Yangyan flapped his wings and soared, shuttling over the lemon forest, showing off his gorgeous figure.

For a moment, the golden scales shone brightly, like a second sun in the sky.

This scene fell into the eyes of his own side, and the morale immediately soared.

The sea snake took advantage of the victory to pursue, raised the long-handled scimitar, and shouted wildly: "Attack, rush straight to Plank Town!"

The calm Green Blood River set off a storm of blood and fire.

...

Prince's Pass.

On the cliff, King's Tomb City.

The sun was high, the cliff was exposed to the sun and cracked, and the air was slightly distorted due to the high temperature.

The soul-stirring dragon roar stopped, and the two dragons disappeared.

The dragon disappeared, and the Targaryen was the same.

At this time.

King's Tomb City, the underground crypt. Thousands of people hid there, regardless of gender, age or physical condition, huddled in the dim underground space.

"Damn it! Damn the Reach, damn Targaryen!"

A gruff voice kept on babbling, cursing angrily.

It was a noble man in armor.

Thick black curly hair, olive skin, thin figure, and a pair of sharp green eyes.

The man jumped up and down in anger, cursing the enemies who besieged the castle.

His identity was obvious.

Earl of King's Grave, Morse Manwoodie.

The Manwoodie family is an ancient Dornish noble family, and the family's fiefdom guards the middle passage of the Prince's Pass.

The founder of the family once killed an ancient king of the Reach in this place, so the family emblem is a skull with a crown.

As the current lord, Morse inherited the unique pride and stubbornness of the Manwoodie family.

As he cursed, the old and weak hiding in the cellar became more frightened, huddled together and dared not make a sound.

Even his wife was also sitting in despair.

Morse was tired of scolding, so he called a guard and asked, "Where is the dragon? Shouldn't the dragon spit dragon flames to burn my castle?"

"No, I don't know."

The guard's eyes were evasive and hesitant.

Morse frowned, and saw that the other party was guilty, and said sternly: "Tell your lord what you are hiding from him!"

The guard glanced at the countess and lowered his head: "We hid in the tomb in a hurry and didn't find Miss Lysa. Master Dicken went to the back garden to look for her privately."

"What!!"

Morse was furious and asked in a hoarse voice: "I have only one son and one daughter. You only care about yourselves and lost my daughter."

The guard's face was pale, and he stammered: "There are soldiers in the tower and the tunnel. We should find them."

The tomb is limited in area and can only accommodate the old and weak in the castle. The regular soldiers are preparing for war outside.

"Bullshit!"

Morse kicked the guard away, turned around and slapped his wife in the face, saying rudely: "You can't even take care of the children, wait for me to come back and deal with you."

After saying that, he rushed out of the tomb without paying attention to the guards' obstruction.

Back garden.

It's called a garden, but there is no fragrance of plants and trees, and some bright flowers and plants are planted roughly.

The garden is not big, and there is not even a pond or a pavilion.

The city wall is high and thick, blocking a large area of ​​shadows, which is in line with the structure of a steep castle.

"Chuck..."

In the ordinary garden, a silver bell-like laughter suddenly came out.

A willow with drooping branches and thick trunks.

A stone bench polished with bluestone and backed by a willow tree.

A handsome boy with silver hair and black robes sat under the tree, teasing a little girl about two or three years old with maltose.

The little girl had black curly hair, fair skin, and her little face stared at the maltose eagerly.

Sugar is a luxury, and it is difficult for many noble families to buy it.

The silver-haired boy smiled and waved the candy in front of the girl.

The little girl reached out to catch it, and the boy raised his hand.

The little girl pouted and showed disappointment in her eyes.

The boy put down his hand, and the little girl stared at him unyieldingly, continuing to jump and catch.

The boy took his hand back again, leaving her empty.

The candy was not stuffed into the little girl's mouth until her face wrinkled into a ball and she was about to cry.

Before she could speak, she turned into a sweet smacking sound.

"A little girl who loves sweets."

The boy smiled and bent down, holding the little girl in his arms.

Under the shadow of the weeping willow, there was another half-grown boy with black hair and olive skin, watching nervously.

The silver-haired boy glanced at him and asked, "Do you want to eat it too?"

"No, no."

The half-grown boy's face changed, and he took a half step back in fear.

While talking, his eyes glanced to the left, and cold sweat flowed down his back.

As far as the eye can see.

A terrifying black dragon with green vertical pupils looked down at the entire castle indifferently.

Three children and a dragon, living together in a friendly manner.

Morse hurried to the garden and happened to see this scene that made his head explode.

Even more terrifying.

The silver-haired boy noticed his arrival, took off his black robe slowly, and smiled.

There was no malice as an enemy, but rather like an old friend who had not seen each other for many years.

"Gulu~~"

Morse's heart skipped a beat and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva subconsciously.

The other party's smile was as bright as the sun, complementing every plant around.

Morse felt like he was facing a great enemy.

Beneath that gentle appearance, there is a dangerous aura like a thorn in the back.