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

Chapter 474 Orion - Biography of the Dragon King Family

Bang——

Rhaegar threw a book casually, hitting Aegon's dog head accurately, and taught him a lesson: "Hurry up and work, or I'll break your legs!"

The tone was very unfriendly, and it was obvious that he was really angry.

Aegon howled in ecstasy, a big bump bulged on his forehead, and he stood up honestly to find a book.

"You deserve it!"

Aemond sneered and sensibly placed the parchment book at his eldest brother's feet.

Rhaegar looked uneasy, flipping through the ancient books one by one, his eyes were gloomy and almost dripping with water.

"What a great school city, it's really full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons."

Picked up a yellowed ancient book and opened it. On the front page, there were three big words "Orion" family.

Rhaegar's eyes were solemn, and he read the content carefully.

There were a total of forty dragon king families in ancient Valyria, and the Orion family was one of them.

According to the history of Qohor, after the Doomsday, a male member of the Orion family became one of the surviving dragon kings.

He recruited troops from the Qohor colonists and proclaimed himself the first Valyrian emperor.

Riding an adult dragon, he led 30,000 infantrymen towards the ruins of Valyria, intending to rebuild the Free Fortress.

But no one has ever seen this Emperor Orion and his army again.

The ancient book in Rhaegar's hand is a biography from the Orion family.

The general content describes the scenery of the Fourteen Fire Peaks, the dragon's nest and reproduction.

Even a short binding spell.

"The Orion family is really rich and powerful."

Rhaegar sighed from the bottom of his heart.

There is no need for the historical evidence of other dragon king families, and the power of the Orion family is unquestionable.

The Targaryen family history records the comprehensive strength of this dragon king family.

One of the oldest and most noble dragon king families in ancient Valyria.

In terms of ranking, it has been in the top ten for many years and is among the top five.

At its peak, the number of adult dragons reached an astonishing 20, and they have always been the vanguard of the Freehold's external expansion.

"So powerful!"

Rhaegar gritted his teeth in envy.

When the exile Enar crossed the narrow sea and migrated to Dragonstone, the family had a total of five dragons.

The other four died one after another, and their ages were unknown.

We only know that Balerion was a very young dragon at the time.

Looking at the current situation, the Targaryens have a total of 18 dragons, and there are only three adult dragons, Vhagar, the Glutton, and Vermithor.

It can be seen how exaggerated the strength of the Orion family to control 20 adult dragons.

If this is used to fight the Free Trade City-State, it must be beaten to a pulp.

Rhaegar took a deep breath and continued to check other ancient books.

Among them are biographies of Beleris, Daenligar, and some small dragon king families.

There is even a biography of the Targaryen family in the pile of books.

Written by the exile Enar himself, it records the location of the ancestral property sold by the family in the Land of Long Summer, and the hidden corner of the Fourteen Fire Peaks where the dragon eggs are hidden.

The patriarch was afraid that being stranded on Dragonstone would affect the reproduction of the dragons, so he made arrangements in advance for his descendants to make a comeback.

Rhaegar read it carefully and read out a strong sense of worry.

In some paragraphs, it was implicitly mentioned that the family was declining, and migration might be a good choice.

It seems that this ancestor was really afraid of making a wrong decision and affecting the entire Targaryen family.

"Alas, who would have thought that the Targaryens would migrate to Dragonstone and become more prosperous."

Rhaegar sighed softly, unwilling to disappoint the ancestor's intentions.

Comparing with the map of the Sea of ​​Smoke, the approximate location of the clan's land was identified.

Most of the area was reduced to ruins and turned into part of the Sea of ​​Smoke.

Due to their relatively weak strength, some of the Targaryens' industries were far away from the core area of ​​the Fourteen Fire Peaks, but were preserved in the Land of Long Summer on the remaining peninsula.

Looking carefully, Rhaegar exclaimed, and found a special piece of land by comparing the map.

Located in the southeast of the Sea of ​​Sighs, it is a relatively well-preserved long summer land.

There is a remote town built by the Targaryen family, where a large number of war slaves are raised and a special ore is mined to enhance mental strength.

The ore contains a certain substance, which is ground into powder and removed, and then a secret medicine is developed by the fire wizard.

Rhaegar's eyes flickered, and he muttered to himself: "The amount of resurrection orchid is insufficient, and my father needs a medicinal stone to enhance his mental strength."

He wanted to explore the Smoke Sea again, but he couldn't get away for various reasons.

His father was in poor health, and as the crown prince, he couldn't take risks alone.

Thinking of this, Rhaegar picked up a pen to mark the location, waiting for the effect later.

After the last exploration of the Smoke Sea, he had a vague idea of ​​the dangerous place.

There is a safe place, provided that it is far away from the original site of the Fourteen Fire Peaks and choose an area that is not covered by haze.

Rhaegar looked through the ancient books of the other Dragon King families, and there were more or less records of bragging about the family industry.

These places were not deliberately concealed, and they can all be traced on the map.

Rhaegar flipped through them and sneered: "The Citadel is really amazing, hiding so many secrets."

The ancient books were collected by the Citadel openly or secretly, and hidden in the secret chamber only for the doctors.

Oh, right.

Doctor Vaegon the Dragonless should not be among the public.

"Brother, there is a strange book here."

Emond was wandering in the sea of ​​books, and he stuck his head out and shouted.

Rhaegar put away more than a dozen orphan books of the Dragon King family, stood up and walked forward.

It was a thick leather book, greasy and unable to see the original material.

Written painting A dark city, written with strange handwriting.

Rhaegar recognized it and asked suspiciously, "Asshai's words?"

He had killed a group of shadowbinders while exploring the ruins of Beleris and got a book written in Asshai.

After translation by many scholars, the book was a copy of the spell collection.

It recorded many evil magic sacrifices, blood sacrifices and killings.

The key is that the reward given for such a price is very poor and accompanied by uncertainty.

Rhaegar burned it to ashes and returned it to the shadowbinders in hell.

Aemond came forward, full of desire to explore: "Asshai's book, what is written?"

He suffered from lack of education, he could not read.

Rhaegar opened it to check, and his brows tightened in vain.

Bang——

The page closed, his hands ignited with flames, and burned to ashes in an instant.

"Hey, why did it burn?" Aemond shouted a pity.

Rhaegar's face was gloomy, and he scolded: "It's not a good book, you can't read it."

The first page, the analysis of necromancy.

Damn the Citadel, they dare to study anything!

Looking at Aegon who was not working properly, Rhaegar kicked him and ordered: "Find me these evil spells from Asshai and destroy them all."

He is a very double-standard person.

Targaryens can learn fire magic and blood magic, but others are not allowed to touch the evil magic.

No wonder Westeros bans magic, this kind of dregs that harm others and benefit oneself should be thrown into the trash can of history.

"Don't kick, I'm looking for it."

Aegon was like a donkey pulling a mill, moving one step at a whip, humming and looking for books.

Rhaegar snorted coldly and searched for all useful ancient books.

...

At dusk, the sun set.

The gate of the Citadel, right in front of the two green sphinx statues.

A small hill several meters high, full of books, was piled up, and the pages of the books were flying with the evening breeze, making a rustling sound.

Many maesters gathered at the door, watching with disbelief, cold eyes, or great pity.

Rhaegar stood in front of him and picked up a book with the words "On Alchemical Sacrifice" written on it.

Aegon and Aemond looked at this group of so-called scholars with selfish motives with cold eyes.

Who would have thought that the Citadel not only studies healing and astronomy, but also theoretical knowledge that harms people.

Dr. Levin was embarrassed and stood in front of a group of scholars, closing his eyes painfully.

"The purpose of the Citadel is to find the truth and not believe in the existence of magic."

Rhaegar walked forward, slapped the pages of the book on the fat old man's face, and sneered: "You don't believe it yourself, but you still collect these books?"

Dr. Levin endured it silently, as if the fig leaf was lifted and exposed to the sun.

It's really ugly to have the dark side of the Citadel dug out by someone!

Rhaegar threw the books back into the pile with his hands, and said in a cold voice: "From now on, if there are such books about the dead in the academy, they will no longer exist."

Dr. Levin lowered his head and said bitterly: "Yes, Prince."

Those books were not collected by him, but accumulated from generation to generation.

Rhaegar's eyes were as sharp as knives, and he turned back and shouted: "Dragon Flame!"

The glutton was crawling in front of the academy gate. Hearing the sound, he slowly climbed up his huge body and aimed his ferocious dragon mouth at the mountain of books.

"Hiss--"

A roar was like thunder, and the green dragon flame gushed out.

Boom--

Thousands of books were quickly burned, and the scattered fragments were burning with green fire, flying in the air and turning into ashes.

All the scholars were silent, watching this book burning meeting.

Rhaegar rode on the dragon's back, found Mond in the crowd, and said: "I will visit the towering tower tomorrow, Lord Mond, make good preparations."

Mond's face was reluctant: "I will never let you down, Prince."

Here it comes.

After dealing with the Seven Gods and the Citadel, the butcher knife finally fell on the Hightower family.

Mond had a flattering smile on his face, but he almost cried in his heart.

"Hiss--"

The Glutton roared, and his wings blew away the dust in the sky, carrying the driver back to the Starry Temple.

Rhaegar lowered his head secretly, overlooking the anxious Mond, with a hint of deep meaning in his eyes.

After scaring for so long, the fish should be hooked.

...

The sun sets in the west, and the sky gradually darkens.

Citadel, Weeping Pier.

On the dim pier, several clusters of fire moved, and the sound of waves hitting the sea came from the sea.

Mond held a torch, looked around and led a black-robed man here.

A small boat was tied to the pier, and several sailors wearing the Hightower emblem were loading supplies.

Mond sighed and said, "Alyson made a bad move. Sooner or later, he will settle accounts with you. Leave while there is still time."

The black-robed man looked at the vast sea and said slowly, "If I leave, what will happen to Hightower?"

"Don't worry about it. I'm not involved. Rhaegar can't do anything to me."

Mond advised.

The black-robed man said, "I don't have any handle in the hands of others. I can stay and fight with you."

Mond shook his head repeatedly, "Who can get the handle in the Seven Gods Faith and the Academy? The madman Targaryen kills without blinking an eye."

There were ten people in the cardinal, and only two were left. One turned to the enemy.

Think about it again.

The Dorne rebellion lasted only a few months. The nobles and knights slaughtered by the Dragon's Wrath added up to more than a thousand people, and tens of thousands of people were affected.

More cruel than the Conqueror, more cruel than the cruel Maegor.

Hearing this, the black-robed man was silent for a long time and walked to the deck of the ship.

Mond heaved a sigh of relief: "Take the boat to Pentos. I have already said hello to the prince."

"Okay."

The man in black robe agreed, looked up at Mond, and took off his hood with both hands.

A middle-aged face with a lush beard was revealed, his hair was meticulously combed, and his eyes were deep and gloomy.

Mond became anxious and shouted: "Hide your identity, your whereabouts cannot be exposed."

Otto smiled slightly: "Brother, you are always more practical than me."

"nonsense!"

Mond taught me a lesson: "You have only been studying since you were a child. My father has taught you many times that you need to be more exposed to the family industry for training, but you have not listened."

Otto listened attentively, with an inexplicable meaning flashing in his eyes, and asked: "Then do you know why I joined Xuehai?"

In order to get ahead, I spent all my time studying.

During the reign of King Renrui, he was one of the most knowledgeable people in the kingdom.

Otherwise, he would not have become the Prime Minister.

Mond waved his hand and said uninterestedly: "You should leave quickly, let's talk about old times later."

Otto remained unmoved and said calmly: "I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future."

"What a stupid thing to say."

"Haha, just kidding."

Otto smiled sincerely and said deeply: "Brother, take care."

After that, get into the cabin.

Mond was stunned after hearing this, and scratched his head as he watched the ship sail out of the harbor and returned to the towering tower.