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

Chapter 448 One-Eye——Aemond

Aemond was terrified and trembling all over.

But when he thought of his father behind him, his legs felt like cement and he couldn't lift them.

Subconsciously, he raised his sword to block.

Clang!

The scimitar swung down and Blackfire was knocked away.

The assassin's face was hideous and he continued to swing the blade.

Aemond's eyes widened, and he raised his hand desperately to block, and his body leaned back.

Before he raised his hand, the scimitar was right in front of him.

Swish——

The tip of the knife brushed across his forehead, and quickly and fiercely cut open an eye.

Aemond's body froze, blood gushed out of his left eye, and he immediately screamed.

"Ah!!"

Then, he fell to the ground with a plop.

"Eyes! My eyes!"

Aemond was extremely miserable, covering his eyes desperately, and blood oozed out of the gaps between his fingers.

The assassin was stunned for a moment, and he didn't expect that the little ghost could dodge it.

"Aemond!"

Viserys saw his son standing in front of him and getting injured, and rushed over with grief.

Aemond shook his head violently, ignoring his father's shouts, his body twitching uncontrollably.

Pain! Heart-wrenching pain!

One eye was cut open, and he felt that his left eye was dark, as if a big hand was ravaging the pain nerves.

He wanted to cry and missed his mother and sister.

He heard his father's shouts and the sounds of fighting from far to near, all forcing him to be strong.

At the critical moment of life and death, the figure of his eldest brother suddenly came to his mind.

He had heard his eldest brother say that when he was a child, he was stranded on the Crab Claw Peninsula and conquered all the wildlings.

At the beginning, he lost the protection of the dragon and was also captured by the lowly wildlings.

Show weakness, obey...

Find the right opportunity to fight back!

The assassin treated him coldly, and others gathered around him, raising their scimitars.

The Targaryen, who was rumored to be the closest to the gods, and the unattainable Dragon King, were just lambs to be slaughtered.

Aemond panted wildly, huddled in his father's arms, and his only remaining right eye caught a glimpse of the dragon-horn dagger on the other's waist.

The family sword Blackfire was knocked down and temporarily out of reach.

The assassin kicked Blackfire away, and the scimitar stopped slashing and stabbed straight instead.

Let's see how you can dodge this time.

"No!!"

Erik was besieged by several assassins, bleeding all over, and he screamed out loud when he saw this.

The scimitar kept moving forward, and the tip of the knife flashed coldly.

A flash of madness flashed in Aemond's eyes, and he quickly overturned his father and pulled out the dragon-horn dagger.

"Go to hell!"

He struggled to get up while kneeling and crawling, and stabbed the dagger towards the scimitar.

The knife lights crossed, and the whole hall fell into a dead silence.

Erik was almost crazy, watching this scene in disbelief.

The assassins were overwhelmed, and they wanted to kill a Targaryen with their own hands.

Before everyone changed their emotions, something strange happened.

"Hiss..."

The door exploded with a loud bang, and two heavy wooden boards flew backwards instantly.

Several assassins were knocked away by the wooden boards before they could react, and their heads were smashed on the spot.

Accompanied by a burst of smoke and dust, there was a rumbling sound at the door.

A shrunken dragon head rushed into the hall, and the dragon horns covered with hard keratin crushed the door frame, revealing a pair of brown vertical pupils in the dust.

Cold, tyrannical, and full of resentment from the sky.

The next second!

"Hiss..."

The brown mud dragon flame surged and rushed into the hall.

The assassin who was swinging the knife had his back to the dragon, and before he could look back at the dragon, a ball of dragon flame hit his back.

With a bang.

The dragon flame was like encountering gunpowder, engulfing the assassin like an explosion, and his weight was instantly reduced to zero.

A second before the dragon flame came, there was a sound of a sharp blade breaking through the body.

Emond's face was covered with blood, and before the scimitar stabbed, he stabbed the assassin's lower abdomen with the dragon horn dagger.

Wow!

Just after he succeeded, the brown dragon flame collided head-on.

Aemond closed his eyes tightly and fell to the ground like a dog eating shit.

Viserys behind him was not slow either, turning over to protect his head and clamping his legs together.

The dragon flame was like a mud spot, burning a person, and the embers brushed against the father and son.

Aemond only felt a wave of heat sweeping over his body, especially his back, which was cold and then numb.

When he raised his head again, the cloak and clothes behind him were burned, and his white skin was burned and blistered.

With a slight movement, a strand of hair fell on the side of his face, and the end was burning with brown dragon flame.

"Sheep thief!!"

Aemond pinched out the dragon flame and shouted with great joy.

At this moment,

The sheep thief was lying outside the tower, and the huge dragon head squeezed into the hall, staring at a group of assassins with a grim pupil.

"You can't run away."

Ilic was overjoyed, kicked the leader of the besieged assassins away, and fell to the floor with his head in his hands.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief was furious and blew a mouthful of dragon flame at the crowd.

The dragon flame spread out and hit a group of assassins in a mess.

Ilic was very lucky and escaped by lying on the floor.

"Haha, we are saved."

Aemond cried and laughed, turned around and hugged his old father who depended on each other for survival.

Viserys was in a bad situation.

All the clothes on his back were burned, his long silver-gold hair was ignited with sparks, and the whole person fell into a coma.

Fortunately, his skin was not severely burned, but it was red and hot, and the cuts of varying sizes oozed pus and blood.

Aemond's eyes were panicked, and his hands froze in mid-air.

It was the first time he saw his father's body covered with cuts, and he didn't know what to do.

"Hiss!!"

The door broke open, and the roar of the angry dragon outside rushed straight into the eardrum.

Aemond gritted his teeth, dragged his father under the table and hid him, and ran towards the sheep thief.

As soon as he arrived at the door, there was a sound of gold and iron clashing.

Outside the tower.

A group of Dornish masked men rushed to the front yard, and Alec organized a fight with them.

There were so many masked men that they easily surrounded the patrolling soldiers.

A group of people even broke out and rushed towards the sheep thief without fear of death, trying to kill the dragon whose neck was stuck in the door frame.

boom! boom!

Outside the vestibule, the situation was even more chaotic.

Cole was wearing silver armor and a white robe, leading more than a hundred people on a rampage. The robe was stained with blood and scorched black.

The soldiers were scattered everywhere, rushing to meet the enemy.

Hundreds of masked people rushed into the castle and ambushed the soldiers who were putting out the fire.

"Hiss!"

A bronze claw crushed a house, and its huge body flapped its wings randomly.

boom--

A golden dragon flame spurted out, falling on a crowded alley without distinguishing between friend and foe.

Under the deep night sky, the city of Yronwood was in flames.

Vermisor's vertical pupils were full of violence, his body stretched across the city wall and approached the tower, spitting out dragon flames unscrupulously.

It senses danger from its driver, which drives it into an uncontrollable rage.

If a figure appears in front of you, whether it is an enemy or a friend, you will be given death.

the other side.

The city wall was trampled down by the dragon, and the defenders fled.

A group of masked men emerged from the darkness, opened the closed city gate, and let in a Dornish army of two thousand people.

There are two people in total.

The one who wears the "Black Gate Clan emblem on the sand" badge on his chest is Olivier Yronwood.

A man holding a shield with a pattern of "yellow and crimson intertwined flames", tall and fat, Earl Haman of the Uller family.

Haman Uller had already expected that Wangzhong City and Tianji City in Prince's Pass could not stop the dragon flames, so he led troops to Yronwood City in advance.

Although the two families were feuding, he knew Olivier Yronwood's war acumen.

The dragon is coming, and Dorne can only learn the guerrilla tactics of its ancestors.

The Prince's Pass faced the Targaryen Crown Prince Regent, who was in his prime.

Although he was arrogant, he did not dare to look down upon this young boy who had conquered the Three Women Kingdom.

The target falls on the King of the Iron Throne in Bone Road.

With few troops and a weak character, he is a soft persimmon that is easy to pinch.

Cooperate with Yronwood City to use a "siege strategy" to lure the enemy deep, and wait until tonight to catch them all.

Madness flashed in Haman's eyes, and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Come on, chop off the heads of the king and the dragon!"

Tonight, he will also be a dragon slayer.

The Dornish soldiers cheered and charged into the flaming tower at the risk of being trampled to death by Vormithor.

…

In the courtyard.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief remained prone, supporting the tower with his wings, neighing and shaking his dragon head.

Thirty or so masked men rushed over, clutching axes and spears to attack the dragon.

Bang!

The ax struck down, but the brown mud-colored scales were not damaged at all, and the cuticle on the surface was broken into pieces.

"Hiss..."

As the boy's comforting calls came from the hall, the sheep thief became more and more manic, his brown wings fluttering wildly.

In front of the huge body, the masked man looked like a reptile.

With a casual wave of the dragon's wings, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"Kill! Slay the dragon!"

Even so, the masked man was still not afraid of death and desperately climbed onto the dragon's back to attack.

in the hall.

Aemond was impatient and tried to get close to the sheep thief's dragon head, but was frightened away by his bared teeth.

The sheep thief does not believe in evil and resists the command of the driver, insisting on breaking down the door himself.

"Prince, take your majesty away first, the Dornish people have entered the city!"

Eric climbed up with his injured body and asked unsteadily.

The sound of killing outside is getting louder and louder, which must mean that the city gate has been lost.

"impossible!"

Aemond turned his head and roared, stubbornly saying: "The sheep thief came to save me, I will not give up my dragon, it will work with me to put down the rebellion!"

The dragon is everything to him, and anyone who gives up the dragon does not deserve the surname Targaryen.

boom--

The gate to the courtyard was broken open, a puff of smoke billowed out, and a large number of Dornish soldiers poured in.

Aemond's expression froze, his left eye felt stinging, and he took a deep breath.

Dornishmen, breaking in!

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief roared, the dragon's head slammed against the stone door frame, and the wall gradually became loose.

"Sheep thief!"

When Aemond saw it, he covered his left eye with one hand and grinned painfully.

Outside the tower.

Haman Uler led his army into the courtyard and took the lead in surrounding Alik's team, who was fighting alone. He turned around and stared at the sheep thief excitedly.

A giant dragon that was unable to move was simply blessed by the Seven Gods to become a dragon slayer.

"Charge! Restore the glory of our ancestors!"

Haman Uler's eyes shone brightly, he picked up two double-edged tomahawks and led his team to charge.

According to the oral tradition of the Uller family, a sharp ax can cut off a dragon's wings, and a spear can blind a dragon's eyes.

Don't ask how to know.

Their family once dissected the remains of a giant dragon.

Listening to all the cries of dragon slaying, Aemond was so upset that he rushed to the sheep thief and pushed its dragon head with his hand.

"Get out, get out quickly!"

He didn't want to die, he didn't want his father to die, and he didn't want this ugly monster to die.

With this ugly monster, he truly has dignity.

"Hurry up, you are here to save me, not to die!"

Aemond shed tears from his right eye and let out a mournful wail.

call--

Suddenly, a strong wind mixed with the smell of ashes overwhelmed Yronwood City.

The night sky became deep, and the bright moon seemed to be swallowed by an evil god.

Alec, who was imprisoned, was stabbed through the shoulder by a sword. He leaned back and looked at the sky.

His desperate eyes suddenly glowed.

In the dark night, two green lanterns as big as bronze bells were strangely hung.

A silver-haired boy stepped on the darkness, staring at the chaos with a frosty face, and opened his mouth slightly: "Dragon Flame!"

The wind blew and the dark clouds floated.

A pitch-black dragon revealed its true appearance, the green lantern turned into vertical pupils, the fangs were stained with blood, and the ferocious dragon mouth opened a cruel arc.

"Hiss--"

As if a thunderbolt suddenly appeared, the silver bottle in the sky broke, and the dark green dragon flame symbolizing death poured down and poured on the crowd below.

Haman Ule was the first to bear the brunt, and a pool of dragon flame hit his shoulder.

"Ah!!"

The green fire descended, and wailing was everywhere.