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

Rhaegar tied up his long hair and reminded: "There is no help from me here, you have to participate."

He has very few talented people who are exposed to magic.

Tru is in Oldtown, and Varys has a hard time distinguishing between good and evil.

Aemond was the first to raise his hand and said positively: "I'll do it. Dorne should learn to remember blood and fire."

At the cost of an eye, Dorne was his greatest enemy.

Helena avoided the corpses in her field of vision and raised her hands silently.

Aegon glanced at his stupid brother and sister, and took a step forward with a smile.

How could such a good thing be missing from him?

Daemon and Rhaenys looked at each other and nodded with different expressions.

the student surpasses the master.

The battlefield of Dorne was not under their control, and facing their nephew's request, the pressure outweighed Viserys's rebuke.

Besides, Dorne really needs a lesson.

Looking around, Rhaegar nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, in the next few months, let Dorn carefully feel the aftereffects of the Dragon's Wrath."

With an order, a large number of corpses were moved into the city.

Rhaegar shared the [Dragon Stone] with them, and one by one they were enlightened to feel the magic in their blood.

I had the idea of ​​teaching magic before, but it was delayed due to various reasons.

Conquering Dorne was an opportunity.

The Targaryens were united like never before and transformed into an all-round Dragon King family.

How can a Dragon King who does not understand witchcraft deserve to be called the Dragon King?

…

The white horse has passed, and the month has passed.

Yronwood City.

The once prosperous town turned into a scorched earth, with countless rubble and corpses piled up.

At first glance, it looks like falling into hell.

Outside the collapsed city wall, a large number of soldiers from the River Bend gathered to guard the Bone Road and stationed themselves in a camp several miles away.

"Hiss-"

"Hiss..."

On this day, six giant dragons flew out of the camp, screaming and chasing each other.

The dark wings cover the sky and the sun, the scarlet dragon shadow is as fast as lightning, and the light blue scales blend into the blue sky...

There is also an ugly mud dragon, set against a bunch of ferocious-looking and handsome dragons.

Stand out from the crowd!

The giant dragon descended slowly, like six mountain peaks of different sizes taking root.

Six figures in red robes walked down the dragon's back and gathered together.

One person took off his hood, revealing a delicate face as pale as paper.

Rhaegar remained in his dragon-born state, with a horn protruding from his forehead, and he took out a glass candle as usual.

"It's been almost a month since the first round of Dragon's Wrath ended. It's time to give the Dornish people some memories."

As he spoke, the real fire at his waist was inserted into the ground, and the flaming red heart at the end of the sword's hilt and the glass candle flickered red.

"Let's do it."

Damon took off his hood, his voice impatient, and his eyes full of exploratory desire.

He learned the binding spell in advance and didn't want his nephew to know more.

[Dragon Stone] is a strategic level of blood witchcraft.

Rhaegar's expression was indifferent. He took one last look at Yronwood City and said to himself: "The next time we meet, it should be called the Dragon King Altar."

He clapped his palms and placed the glass candle casually at his feet.

puff!

Flames erupted from the wick of the glazed candle, swaying in strange arcs.

As if they got a signal, the dragons instantly became restless.

"Hiss-"

The glutton's green vertical eyes were sinister. He roared and rushed into the sky, spraying dragon flames at the ruined town.

The other five giant dragons followed suit and hovered over the ruins, spraying dragon flames in unison.

boom! boom!

Wood and kerosene were placed in the ruins in advance to intensify the fire after being detonated.

In the blink of an eye, the entire ruined town was once again in flames.

It was like reenacting the tragedy of the dragon burning the city.

"Gumimi Marcy..."

Rhaegar's eyes were bright and he silently recited strange spells.

Damon and others were not ambiguous and gathered together to chant along.

Looking down from a high altitude, the six of them looked less like the Targaryen royal family and more like the red-robed witchcraft beyond the narrow sea.

A magical scene happened.

As the spell was exported, the stone ignited by the dragon flame melted into liquid, swallowed up the piled remains of Dornish nobles and knights, and solidified into black dragon stone.

Wherever the glutton passes, the green dragon flame engulfs everything, and the material changes texture at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The real fire was inserted diagonally into the ground, and the flaming red heart at the end absorbed the fire magic and stimulated the flames to grow.

The glazed candle blooms in all colors, like a rainbow.

Before I knew it, the sky became dark.

The acrid gun smoke filled the air and the scorching wind blew.

Rhaegar remained as still as a pine, using his abundant fire magic power to control the black dragon stone to take shape.

The fire spread and engulfed the entire town.

Gradually, it gets dark.

The fire lit up the night, and the smell of sulfur carried on the wind for dozens of miles.

…

After seven days and nights.

The weather is sunny with white clouds.

At the exit of the Bone Road, the majestic city of Yronwood turned into a dream.

"Hiss-"

The giant black dragon soared into the sky, circling in circles around a dazzling coal mountain.

Behind it, several giant dragons of different colors followed, surrounding "Meishan".

It was a towering, steep and grotesque peak.

It is completely dark, has a weird shape, exudes an ominous atmosphere, and stands alone in the desert.

The mountain is in the shape of a creeping dragon, with rugged black stones on the surface that resemble obsidian scales.

The foot of the mountain covers the original castle, and the area is not large.

The height is unusually high, reaching a full fifteen hundred feet.

At the top of the giant peak, the mimic dragon's neck is stretched out, with a ferocious dragon head on top.

at this time,

The black dragon slowed down, flapped its wings and landed, grabbing the steep mountain with its hind feet.

The thick dragon neck stretches out, and the dragon head just covers the black stone dragon head.

"Glutton, you're blocking the view."

With a smile on his face, Rhaegar sat on the edge of the black stone dragon kiss where the cool breeze blew.

Helena wrapped her loose red robe tightly and lay on her brother's lap, sleeping soundly.

With eyes full of envy, Aemond stood back to back with Rhaegar and took out his dagger to show off to Aegon, who looked contemptuous.

Daemon and Rhaenys were the elders, hiding from the glutton that suddenly pressed down, and stood on the horn crown and looked down.

“If I hadn’t been involved with my own hands, it would have been like a miracle.”

Rhaenys had a look of emotion on her face, still recovering from the shock of shaping a huge mountain.

Rega pinched Helena's cheek and said with a smile: "Compared to building a castle, Longshan is much simpler."

Just prepare the supplies and don’t need to worry about planning.

"Hiss..."

A sharp scream came from the mountainside of Longshan, which was the back of the black stone dragon.

The Collaxio snake stretched its neck and slowly crawled out of the cave.

Up and down Dragon Mountain, large and small caves are exposed, forming natural dragon nests.

Just looking at the appearance, it looks like a fallen giant black dragon, transformed into a giant peak that feeds future generations.

Regardless of the actual effect, it is also the external form, which far exceeds the Dragon Nest of Junlin and the Dragon Nest of Thousand Faces Island.

It is completely a stunning work that transcends the times.

Damon's eyes flashed and he asked himself: "This is the tip of the iceberg of Ancient Valyria. How great should Ancient Valyria be at its peak."

When he and Lannar traveled around the Free Trade City, they once went to the library to read about the Dragon King of Ancient Valyria.

A thousand giant dragons and forty dragon king families.

During the Rhoyne War, three hundred dragons burned the Rhoyne, known as the "Mother River", to dry up.

Rhaegar looked back and smiled: "Targaryen will also have magic from now on. As long as there are no internal problems, the glory of ancient Valyria will be restored sooner or later."

It took forty dragon king families thousands of years to conquer the western part of Essos continent.

The Targaryen family has no competitors and now owns the entire continent of Westeros. It just needs stable and long-term development.

Damon was ambitious and smiled: "I can't wait anymore."

Seeing the heritage of the top Dragon King family, his horizons quickly broadened.

A small Tyrosh seems to have lost the initial feeling of fullness.

Just as he was talking, there was a sound of climbing on Longshan Mountain.

A messenger soldier broke out in a cold sweat, lying on the steep black stone dragon's neck, and spoke in a strong voice: "Prince, there is news from the Old Town. Starfall City and Blemont City are attacking the Qingting Island defense line, and there is a large-scale attack on the Old Town. intention.”

Hearing this, Rhaegar said nothing and glanced at Damon vaguely.

Damon smiled and said nothing, folding his hands on his chest to watch the show.

Especially when he paused twice at his niece wrapped in a red caterpillar, her eyes were full of teasing.

Good boy, a lady from the Eagle's Nest is not enough trouble, yet she dares to reach out to Allison's daughter.

It has a bit of his style back then.

"Oldtown?"

Before Rhaegar could speak, Aegon took over the conversation first.

When he mentioned his old minister Hightower, Aegon's face looked like he had eaten a dead fly, and he said impatiently: "It's not that we didn't hit Oldtown, so what's the rush?"

The messenger looked embarrassed and replied: "The acting city lord of Old Town sent a message. Count Mond requested the royal family to destroy Starfall City and Bramont City to ensure the safety of Old Town."

Aegon was extremely irritable: "The war in Dorne is in ruins. My father hasn't even said anything yet and Oldtown wants to intervene?"

Regardless of whether there is or not, let’s put a big hat on it first.

Rhaegar looked at him in surprise, secretly doubting: "My stupid brother has grown a brain?"

Then I thought about it.

Hightower had forced a marriage with Aegon in a shameless way, so it's not surprising that he was resentful.

The messenger was so frightened that he could not speak.

Rhaegar waved his hand and said: "Go down, I will protect the old town at the critical moment."

He burned Starfall City and Bramont City himself and knew the hidden truth.

The old town is being beaten, let’s hold it together first.

At critical moments, he will express himself.

The messenger soldiers didn't understand this and went down the mountain as if they were facing an amnesty.

The first round of dragon wrath swept across Dorne, and the crown prince sacrificed the remains of Dornish people to a terrible mountain.

The reputation of House Targaryen adds a touch of darkness.

Rhaegar Targaryen's name is known to everyone in Dorne. It can not only stop children from crying, but also scare the timid ones to death when they hear it.

"Hmm~~"

Helena was woken up, her body was like a caterpillar chrysalis for a while, and she said stupidly: "Brother, what happened in Longshan will be reported back to Dorne."

"What's wrong?" Rhaegar pulled her cheek hard.

Helena murmured sleepily, "You might be stigmatized as cruel."

Like Maegor the Cruel.

Rhaegar didn't care, and even wanted to laugh: "The conqueror was the first to execute the dragon's wrath. Don't forget how many people died in the wrath."

History is written by the victors.

Maegor was called cruel, not only for his crazy behavior after returning from the dead, but also for losing his life.

He won't lose!

Not to mention being assassinated on the Iron Throne for no apparent reason.

He patted Helena's slender waist and said with a smile: "Get up as soon as you wake up. The Dornish people haven't grown up enough memories yet, and they are eager for the second round of dragon's wrath to come."

The gentlest tone, telling the most cruel incident.

Helena shuddered and got up obediently.

Rhaenys interjected from the side: "What should we do in Old Town? Lord Mondstadt has asked for help."

"When the time comes, I will take action."

Rhaegar had his own ideas. He said, "My father was assassinated and is now recuperating in bed. He spends most of the day in a coma. The price Dorne has paid is far from enough."

He will continue to kill.

Kill until no one in Dorne resists.

Kill until Dorne surrenders.

Kill until Dorne's knees go weak at the mention of the Iron Throne.

The Dragon's Wrath will not end until the goal is achieved.

Even if the Dornish are exterminated!

"Let's go."

Rhaegar rode on the Glutton and said condescendingly, "There are unusual movements in the Bone Road and Sunspear. The resistance forces are like bamboo shoots that have broken their shells. If they are left alone for a few days, they will emerge from the ground."

Oldtown, wish you the best.

Next time you go, be sure to settle some bad debts!