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

As the day passed, a shadow enveloped Dorne.

Red Mountains, Bone Road.

"Run, get into the tunnel!"

"Wait for me..."

On the steep cliff, hundreds of Dorne soldiers holding crossbows cried for their parents and fled in a panic.

"Hiss..."

A scarlet dragon shadow flew past, accompanied by a mature female voice: "Dragon Flame!"

Melias was as fast as lightning, and the dragon flame surged.

At this time, another slightly childish voice came out: "Dragon Flame!"

"Hiss..."

A light blue dragon swooped down, and the orange-yellow dragon flame mixed with light blue fell like a waterfall.

Helena looked serious and performed her mission without slacking.

The two dragons circled back and forth several times, and the Dorne soldiers were burned into roasted pigs before they could get into the tunnel.

Rhaenys looked happy and shouted loudly: "Go to Weir City and burn their nests!"

After that, Melias roared and left a red afterimage.

Helena was not to be outdone, slapping Dreamfire and following closely.

The aunt and nephew were straightforward and did not drag their feet.

…

Broken Arm Horn, Soul Hill.

The low sand brick castle and the messy town stretching for miles were from the fiefdom of the Tolan family.

At this time,

"Hiss!"

A roar suddenly appeared, so sharp that it pierced the eardrums.

"Dragon flame!"

Daemon was wearing black steel armor, looking down at the town below with a defiant look.

Korakxiu's vertical pupils flashed cruelty, and his snake-like body landed straight into the town, and his dragon mouth continuously spewed dragon flames.

"No! Run!"

"The dragon is coming..."

The Dorne civilians in Soul Hill wailed miserably, and fled frantically to the outside of the town, fearing that they would be engulfed by dragon flames.

"Haha."

Daemon laughed when he saw it, and sat on the dragon's back to direct the direction.

Since learning the binding spell, driving the dragon no longer needs to rely on shouting, and the bond between one person and one dragon is completely connected.

Korakhuu crawled slowly, his scarlet wings like two bloodthirsty sickles, harvesting the lives of Dornish people every minute and every second.

Dragons will not be merciful, and Daemon will be even less so.

Half a month ago, when Sunspear elected a new prince, it was announced that Dorne would be incorporated into the Iron Throne.

Moreover, Rhaegar issued an edict.

Those who are willing to surrender will migrate to the three future main cities of Skypoint, Yronwood, and Sunspear.

The Iron Throne will provide food and living places, concentrate the population and strengthen management.

As for the opponents?

Every inch of Dornish territory that the dragon flies over will be burned to ashes without leaving any castles or villages.

"Hiss..."

Korakhuu pushed across the ground, and an ugly mud dragon flew over.

Aemond's left eye had healed, and he wore an eye patch and shouted: "Ugly monster, dragon flame!"

The sheep thief glanced at him, swooped down, and the brown dragon flame like mud covered a large area.

After a few puffs of dragon flame, half of the Soul Hill was filled with gunpowder smoke.

Aemond looked at the whole situation and pulled at his uncomfortable eye mask.

The eye mask was completely black and tied behind his head with two straps.

One of the straps was embroidered with a small flower, which was a natural and peaceful azure blue.

Aemond loved it very much and always wore this eye mask when he went out.

His sister embroidered it for him.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief did a side flip and spun, and the dragon body glided past the ground.

Flying together, the dragon claws pinched a Dorne soldier, threw it lightly into the air and bit it in half.

With a sizzling sound, blood and flesh flew all over Aemond's head and face.

Aemond wiped his face slowly and said calmly: "Dragon flame!"

He was already a mature Targaryen and would not fight with the dragon again.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief was surprised, as if shocked that the driver had become smart, and continued to attack with half-belief.

Below, bloodworms were rampant.

Soul Hill organized archers to counterattack Korakshu, and dense rain of arrows fell.

Crackling...

Korakshu blocked with one dragon wing, and sprayed a drum of dragon flames from its mouth.

The archer wailed and screamed, and was buried in the sea of ​​fire.

"Hiss!"

Korakshu felt bored, flapped his wings and fluttered up, his body winding upward like a snake.

Daemon was calm and took the time to yell at Aemond: "Hurry up, we have to burn down Tor City in the afternoon."

Aemond glanced with his one eye and urged the sheep thief not to be lazy.

Daemon grinned and drove the dragon to burn the fleeing Dornishmen.

This nephew is not bad, he likes it.

...

In the south of Dorne, Hellgate Castle.

The sky was gloomy, and a strong wind blew in the desert, rolling up a dark sandstorm.

The gravel rolled over, revealing broken bones in the desert.

As the wind and sand blew stronger and stronger, the sky was dark, and the air was filled with the smell of death.

Trample...

A sallow Dornish soldier ran out of the dust, his face stained with blood, his pupils dilated with fear.

Plop——

The Dornish soldier was exhausted and fell straight to the ground, with the sand covering his mouth and nose.

His whole body was shaking violently, his mouth was dry and he was thirsty.

He was on the verge of death.

"Monster... Monster..."

The Dornish soldier murmured like a fool, his breath became weaker and weaker, his eyes widened and stared at the direction he came from.

He died with his eyes wide open!

The line of sight was closer, through the layers of wind and sand, and a huge shadow was vaguely visible.

"Ah!"

"Don't kill me, don't..."

The wailing, the begging, the gnawing sound of sharp teeth.

The desert was dyed red with a layer of blood, and there were stumps and broken arms everywhere, exuding a strong fishy smell.

A broad flag was buried under the sand, with three black poisonous scorpions on a red background.

The Kogel family of Sandstone.

A noble family that is insidious, cunning, and good at using poison, comparable to the scorpions of the desert.

"Roar……"

A strong wind blew, the sand and dust became thicker, and a dark figure tore through the natural disaster.

Scales as black as charcoal, vertical green pupils.

The glutton has a terrifying appearance, its vertical pupils are as gloomy as the abyss, its dragon's kiss is stained with blood, and it is still chewing on pieces of meat from unknown sources.

Gulu swallowed in one gulp, blood overflowed from his fangs and flowed down his jaw and into his neck.

The dragon's kiss opened slightly, making it look even more sinister and ferocious.

Rhaegar rode on the back of a dragon and inspected the ground full of broken flesh, bones and blood, and said, "This meat is very dirty. You are really hungry."

"Roar!"

The glutton's eyes flickered, his broad wings scattered the sand and dust, and his huge body soared into the sky.

After a while, we returned to Hellgate Castle.

"Hiss..."

Yang Yan flew in the air, spraying dragon flames continuously.

Aegon looked tired, yawning and lazing around, relying entirely on the dragon's own performance.

At this time, Mond Hightower led his army to guard outside the city.

After occupying Prison Gate Fort for nearly a month, they encountered civilian assassinations, poisonings and other incidents one after another.

Shashi City in the west and Vance City in the east sent troops to harass them.

It can be regarded as waiting for reinforcements.

"Hiss-"

The glutton descended from the sky, and the green dragon flames exploded like a volcanic eruption, bombarding the gates of Hellgate Castle.

Zila Zila...

The temperature of the dragon flame is extremely high and it is highly corrosive. The city gate melts at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Gluttonous Man repeated his old plan, accumulating dragon flames to cover most of Hellgate Castle.

No matter how the people in the city howled and screamed, the stinking castle was burned to rubbish.

Dusk.

The impregnable Hellgate Castle disappeared without a trace, completely lost in the long river of history.

On the banks of the Sulfur River, only limestone solidified by magma and glass made of sand are left.

Mond's whole body was frozen, and he was so frightened that he could only stand up straight after witnessing a castle and a whole city disappearing with his own eyes.

Lei Jia landed on the dragon and glanced at him casually.

Mond immediately straightened his spine, not daring to show any expression, playing the role of a wooden man who couldn't speak or move.

Rega could clearly see that he was afraid of himself and cruel methods.

Hehehe smiled.

Where is this?

Rhaegar stopped the sleepy Aegon and told Mondstadt: "Sandstone City and Vance City have been reduced to scorched earth. Remember to send people to transport the remains of nobles and knights to Yronwood City."

"Yes! Prince."

Mond shouted loudly and did not dare to neglect at all.

Rhaegar pointed his finger at Aegon and lectured: "Return to the Greenblood River tomorrow. The little nobles by the river are eager to die."

Aegon shivered and immediately came to his senses: "Yes."

He was really a little afraid of Rhaegar at this moment.

Although there was a gentle smile on his face, he insisted on carrying out Dragon's Wrath to the end.

The gluttonous dragon alone burned three castles and destroyed countless farmlands.

Rhaegar just smiled and even wanted to touch Aegon's head.

He, Rhaenys, and Daemon divided their forces into three groups, each with a younger brother and sister, to speed up the dragon's wrath while avoiding accidents.

Rebellion broke out across Dorne, and there were countless responders.

However, not a single one of their castles and villages remained.

The Sea Serpent controls the sea control of the Green Blood River and even the lower half of the Narrow Sea, blocking Braavos and other overseas forces from secretly supporting supplies.

Prince's Pass was completely sealed and temporarily under the jurisdiction of the Reach.

The Weir family is still causing trouble in the Bone Road. I believe Rhaenys and Helena can clear it out.

Once the blockade plan was implemented, Dorne cut off contact with the outside world.

The dragon's wrath destroyed everything and completely trapped the Dornish mob.

If you dare to resist, you will all die!

…

In the blink of an eye, one month.

"Hiss..."

"Hiss..."

Six giant dragons were flying and circling around each other.

Below, the Fujiang River and the Wansi River meet and flow, and the semi-ruined Shen'en City is located.

Among the ruins, Earl Elion was in a daze, but he did not faint with the help of two of his men.

He is the lord of Divine Grace City, now only a ruin remains.

"Hiss!"

Corakxiu swooped down, and its blade-like tail flew over the heads of the three people, slicing off three dazed heads.

"Dragon Flame!"

Damon gave the order nonchalantly.

Corakxiu was so energetic that he seemed to have endless dragon flames, burning the three corpses into residue.

"Hiss-"

"Hiss..."

The remaining five dragons soared freely, picking out the fleeing Dornishmen and unleashing their wrath.

Lei Jia frowned, specializing in destroying farmland and docks along the river.

The dragon's wrath unfolded, and the Elion family of Divine Grace City was the first to surrender and succumb to the Iron Throne.

A few days ago, Earl Elion had evil intentions and secretly provided food to the Dornish rebels in the desert, secretly contacting Quill Martell in Sunspear City.

Naturally, this move cannot escape the eyes of those who are interested.

Tormund and Shiliu are both intelligence experts, and the Sea Serpent is also a good player, thoroughly investigating what Elion did.

Coincidentally, Rhaegar and others finished the first wave of Dragon's Wrath and returned to Yronwood City to rendezvous.

The Elion family of Divine Grace City was on the receiving end of a gun.

Become the first family in the history of Westeros to enjoy the siege of six dragons.

In a sense, it was worth it to lose a family and a person.

After cleaning up the ruins of God's Grace, the bodies of Earl Arion and his knights were collected and taken away.

Rhaegar drove the glutton to burn God's Grace into limestone, and rode the dragon with Daemon and others to Yronwood.

Two months later, Yronwood has undergone earth-shaking changes.

All the civilians have migrated, leaving only an empty and lonely city.

The broken walls and ruins were not picked up, but more rubble piled up.

These stones piled up into mountains, densely gathered together.

When Rhaegar landed on the dragon, Cole was directing the soldiers to carry the bodies into the city and pile them next to the pile of stones.

There were not a few bodies, at least thousands.

Those who were hacked to death and burned to charcoal were all there.

Rhaenys frowned and asked, "Rhaegar, what's the point of collecting the remains of these nobles and knights?"

She was worried that her nephew would learn some kind of evil blood witchcraft.

Daemon, Helena and others also stared at Rhaegar, with a look of exploration in their eyes.

Rhaegar did not hide it, and said as a matter of course: "I want to build a new dragon mountain nest. Dragon manure is too far to transport, and these noble corpses are better."

The rigid demand for [Dragon Stone] is the product of dragons, even if it is dragon manure.

Without these things, sacrificing some flesh and blood can also be replaced.

Dorne was incorporated into the territory of Targaryen, so naturally the symbol of Targaryen must be left on the territory.

Nothing is more meaningful than a dragon mountain nest.

In particular, this dragon mountain incorporates the flesh and blood of countless Dorne nobles who resisted Targaryen's rule.

He wants the whole of Dorne to remember how Targaryen conquered Dorne.

What is the fate of the rebels?