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

Hearing the sound of firefighting outside, everyone's heart sank.

The Dornishmen were not acting alone, but in an organized assassination.

Aemond's mind went blank, he grabbed his father's sleeve and said in fear: "What should I do?"

Without the dragon, he was just a 10-year-old boy.

Viserys stared at the dozen assassins in shock, and after sobering up for the most part, he pulled his son and said don't be afraid.

Sitting on the Iron Throne for so many years, this was the first time he was assassinated.

Not knowing how to deal with it, he subconsciously comforted his son beside him.

"Don't stand there, protect your majesty!"

Eric had a ferocious face, waving a greatsword like a god of war, blocking the flying crossbow arrows.

While the guards were blocking the arrows with their bodies, he smashed a solid wooden chair, grabbed a large piece of wood and ran towards the king.

"Your majesty, the situation outside is unclear, hide first."

Eric didn't say anything, and dragged the king to hide behind the stone pillars of the hall.

"Don't let them get away."

The Dornishman's only exposed eyes were as cold as ice, and he raised his crossbow and shot skillfully.

"Ah!..."

The guards were outnumbered and fell to the ground one after another.

In a blink of an eye, only five guards were left.

Erik was shocked and angry, knowing that if he continued like this, he would have to surrender. His eyes quickly swept across the hall, looking for everything he could use.

"Sir, we have to go out."

Aemond spoke tremblingly, forcing reason: "There are dragons outside."

As long as he rides on the dragon's back, any problem will be solved.

Viserys' eyes lit up and hope rose in his heart.

There are not only dragons outside, but also a well-equipped army.

Two pairs of purple eyes, one big and one small, fell on him. Erik stared at the assassin, full of pressure: "There are fourteen crossbowmen upstairs. Before we run to the gate, we will be shot into sieves."

As soon as he said this, his sight moved to the few remaining guards in sequence.

Guarding the king, the armor is naturally not bad.

The guards who died were shot in the head and neck and died on the spot.

The few remaining were shot in the limbs at most, and they still had the strength to fight.

The three discussed ways to save themselves, and the Dornishmen upstairs took action again.

The leader covered his face with a turban, his gray eyes were like a wolf, and his voice was hoarse: "Go downstairs, don't leave anyone alive!"

The seven assassins put away their crossbows and rushed downstairs without saying a word.

The five guards were terrified and barely drew their swords to resist.

Puff! Puff!

The rest of the assassins continued to suppress the crossbows, and the cooperation was very strict.

"Oops!"

Erik's pupils shrank sharply, and he gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "Your Majesty, my brother Alec is outside. He will definitely come when he hears the noise. I will lead you out."

At least there are still five guards left, and he can fight to the death.

If it drags on, the guards will be killed.

Viserys grabbed Aemond and ran out hiding under the white robe of the White Knight.

"The king of the Iron Throne is there, kill him!"

A cold shout came from upstairs, and a crossbow arrow shot at him at high speed.

Clang!

Eric swung his sword back and forth, kicked the approaching assassin away, and shouted repeatedly: "Go, don't look back!"

Emond's face was pale, looking at the bloody white knight fighting, and shivering in his father's arms.

Without the dragon, a sense of powerlessness filled his whole body.

Not to mention resisting the assassin, he even had difficulty picking up the long sword.

...

At this time, fires broke out in various parts of the castle.

Starting from the barn and the stable, it spread wildly with the night wind.

The soldiers shouted for help and fetched water to put out the fire, as if a riot had broken out.

"Go, your majesty is in danger."

Looking at the chaos in front of him, Alec was anxious and led a team of patrol soldiers to the tower.

As a member of the Kingsguard, protecting the king is his primary responsibility.

The strangeness of the fire, and being in the enemy's castle, it was a conspiracy with a toe.

"Hiss!"

A deafening roar sounded, followed by a golden dragon flame that rushed into the night sky like a volcanic eruption

Yalec's face changed drastically, and he looked at the periphery of the castle with the help of the firelight.

Under the night, a bronze dragon head poked out of the city wall, and its vertical pupils revealed an almost insane rage.

Boom---

The claws on its wings hooked onto the city wall, and the bronze dragon slowly climbed up, crushing a large piece of the building with its feet.

The dragon mouth with exposed fangs opened, and the golden dragon flame flowed like magma.

"Womisol!"

Yalec's eyes were numb, and his heart seemed to be hit hard by a battering ram.

A giant dragon, crazy!

...

Outside the castle.

Under the night, the desert was vast and boundless.

An ugly mud dragon lay on the sand pile, and its vertical pupils stared at a charred hill with a simple gaze.

It was a rotten meat mountain piled up with the corpses of thousands of cattle and sheep.

The dragon flame of Wormisol was limited in strength, and only the surface was burned, not all of it.

At this time, the sheep thief was extremely entangled.

Looking at the scorched mountain.

Good news, there are many fat sheep inside.

Bad news, it is rotten and maggots.

Sometimes, whether to eat or not is also a kind of trouble.

The sheep thief arched his body and shook his tail boredly.

How can a dignified dragon eat rotten mutton.

Boom--

Suddenly, an explosion sounded through the night sky.

"Hiss?"

The sheep thief suddenly looked back, and the scene of the castle burning in his vertical pupils was reflected.

Hesitated for one second, two seconds...

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief suddenly reacted, and hurriedly climbed out of the sand pile and flew into the night sky.

The speed was so fast and the movements were so flexible.

It felt like a déjà vu of rolling and crawling.

……

In the tower, in the hall.

"Push, push harder."

Emond's face flushed with pent-up anger, and he pressed his whole body against the gate to push it out.

Viserys roared, and pushed the gate continuously despite the shouting and killing behind him.

The solid wooden gate did not move at all.

According to the tradition of Westeros, the gates of castles are usually as strong as possible.

Two solid wooden door panels, three meters high and twenty centimeters thick, wrapped in a thick layer of iron sheet, the weight can be imagined.

The father and son, one old and one young, used all their strength to push a crack.

"Damn, how come this door is heavier than the gate of the Red Castle, and it is blocked from the outside?"

Viserys was shocked and angry, the wound on his palm burst, and the wounds all over his body began to bleed.

Puff!

A hidden arrow flew and hit a guard in the forehead.

As soon as the melee started, casualties occurred.

"Your Majesty, the front door won't open. Go to the back door."

Eric stabbed an assassin to death with a sword, and shouted with his mind diverted.

Viserys had already intended this, and pulled his son to stagger outside.

He realized that this was an assassination specifically targeting him.

The Dornish abandoned the castle, lured the army to settle in, and left a secret passage in advance for a sneak attack.

"Father, there is a dragon roar outside."

After the initial panic, Aemond gradually found his way back and heard the roar of a giant dragon outside the tower.

It's not a sheep thief, that guy can't be caught all day long.

The roar was loud and full of mania. There was no other dragon except Wormithor.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Viserys didn't have time to speak, and a wave of hidden arrows shot quickly.

"Run!"

Thanks to the father and son running fast, they narrowly avoided it.

A crossbow arrow almost brushed Aemond's head and took off a strand of silver-gold hair.

Viserys was completely panicked and almost fell down.

Of course, he could tell that it was the roar of Wormithor outside.

It seemed that the fire and chaos disturbed it, arousing the irritability of this bronze giant.

The connection he established with Wormithor was average, not enough to awaken the other's reason from a distance.

In a short moment, the situation changed again.

The Dornishmen upstairs shot all their crossbows and went downstairs to join the melee.

Especially the leader, who rushed straight to the bravely fighting Erik and slashed his chest armor with a knife.

A spark was drawn, leaving a mark on the steel armor.

"Hah!"

Erik raised his sword and cut the throat of an assassin, taking the knife head-on.

The special armor of the Kingsguard is almost the highest standard of protective gear in Westeros.

Thanks to this armor, he was able to deal with a group of assassins.

The leader had a grim look in his eyes and called out to the two assassins: "Go, take care of the target first."

"Yes!"

The assassins moved at the sound, leaving behind the guards with their helmets beaten and ran straight to the Targaryen father and son.

"Father, hurry up."

Aemond saw this and pushed his father to speed up.

Without the dragon, the guards were insufficient, and only he could protect his father.

He glanced sideways.

Viserys' forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the pain in his body made him grimace, but he managed not to fall down.

"Kill him!"

The two assassins came up and chopped with knives.

"Get away!"

Aemond was not big, but he was very brave.

He picked up a stool leg and threw it out, pulling his father and running.

The assassin chased, and the father and son ran.

The road to the back door was blocked, and Aemond could only pull his father back to the gate.

Luckily, the assassin's crossbow arrows were used up.

No need to worry about being shot by hidden arrows.

The price was two assassins chasing him relentlessly, with scimitars poking at his buttocks.

A knife cut across his back, tearing his green cloak.

Aemond's heart rose to his throat, and he subconsciously clamped his buttocks.

These Dornishmen must have had a brain seizure, daring to openly assassinate him and his father.

If anything happened to his father tonight, his eldest brother Rhaegar would be able to succeed to the Iron Throne tomorrow.

With his eldest brother's character of equality, Dorne still wants to have a good harvest?

Could it be that he forgot that Queen Rhaenys died and Dorne experienced the wrath of dragons for several years?

The Dornishmen obviously don't think so much.

The assassins surrounded his face, leaving only crazy eyes, chasing the target person.

The war has already broken out, who cares about the consequences.

Assassinating a king, the whole of Dorne will remember their outstanding achievements.

Plop——

As soon as he ran to the front door, Viserys fell heavily to the floor in a trance.

"Father!" Aemond exclaimed.

"One for each of us."

The two assassins looked at each other and stabbed the father and son with their knives.

"Stop!"

At the critical moment, Ilic flew over and knocked an assassin away head-on.

Aemond's breath was short, and he reached for his father's waist and grabbed a hard object.

Swish--

A flash of black light passed, and the family sword Blackfire was unsheathed.

It did not cut the assassin's neck, nor did it stab into the assassin's chest.

Aemond waved his hand and just blocked the scimitar, delaying a breath of time.

"Aemond, don't worry about me, run upstairs."

Viserys collapsed to the ground, dizzy and urged.

Drinking and frightened, he was already weak and could no longer run.

At the critical moment of life and death, he hoped that his third son could survive.

"Father."

Aemond's eyes couldn't help but redden when he heard this.

He thought his father only liked his eldest brother and never cared about his son who was neither ranked nor ranked.

Viserys said anxiously: "Run, go find your elder brother, Rhaegar will avenge me."

The entire Yronwood City is not safe.

He hoped that his three sons would ride on the dragon and seek shelter quickly.

"No one can escape."

Listening to the sincere dialogue between the father and son, the assassin sneered maliciously and swung his knife again.

A few steps away, Erik was fighting with another assassin.

After finally twisting the opponent's neck, the other assassins killed all the guards and rushed over.

"Targaryen, die!"

The assassin shouted.