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

"Womithor, do you want to fight me?"

The voice was calm, and the face was very arrogant.

Rhaegar rode on the back of the black dragon, as if he was a dragon.

"Roar!"

Womithor's vertical pupils were scarlet, and he was immediately enraged, and the dragon head shook violently and squeezed out.

Rhaegar's lips curled up: "Then give it a try."

"Roar..."

The dragon-eating species was awakened from his sleep and entered the nest.

Womithor almost lost his mind, and his huge body hit the cave, emitting a rising temperature all over his body.

The glutton raised his head high, and his green vertical pupils showed human contempt, quietly waiting for his defeated opponent to break through the terrain restrictions.

The cave where it was located had a tunnel between it and the cave connecting to Womithor's sleeping cave.

This is for humans to walk, not huge dragons.

The glutton was able to come here because he had touched every corner of Dragon Mountain in the past in order to steal dragon eggs.

Boom——

Womithor roared loudly, and his neck quickly got out of the tunnel, leaving only his broad shoulders and wings stuck at the entrance.

The whole cave was shaking violently, as if celebrating the dragon's escape.

The glutton exhaled hot gasps, and a cunning look of success flashed across his green eyes.

"Hiss——"

The wings scratched the ground, and the black dragon shadow rushed out in an instant, opening its abyss mouth full of dragon saliva and biting it to its heart's content.

Puff——

The scales broke, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Womithor screamed, and his thick neck was bitten, shaking back and forth in shock and anger.

It dared to attack by surprise!

"Hiss——"

The glutton roared excitedly, and one of its hind feet firmly stepped on Womithor's dragon head, wantonly enjoying the hard-earned delicacy.

At this moment, in his head filled with tyrannical thoughts, he was extremely proud and arrogant.

Let your dragon head squeeze out of the tunnel is its confidence in victory.

The neck came out of the tunnel to attack, which was to teach the opponent a lesson.

It was a wild dragon!

As we all know, wild dragons can do anything to survive.

"Roar..."

Womisol was suppressed in an instant, a piece of flesh and blood was missing from his neck, and he spit out hot dragon flames.

Sizzle——

The glutton did not dodge or evade, allowing the dragon flames to burn his hind feet. The pain greatly stimulated his hunting desire.

With a thought, the anger surged.

The whole dragon stuck to the outer wall of the tunnel, and the sharp fingers of one hind foot scratched the rock, and the wings spread up and down.

Formed a difficult posture of climbing upside down.

With the support of one hind foot and two wings, the glutton raised his head to swallow the torn flesh and blood, and stepped hard with the burned hind feet.

Bang——

After a dragon flame of Womisol, the black dragon claws stepped heavily on the dragon's head, causing a moment of forced dizziness.

"Hiss--"

After a successful attack, the glutton became more rampant, completely entering the identity of a great evil dragon, and raised and lowered his hind legs with more and more force.

Wormisor had no way to avoid it, and was trampled by his opponent crazily, and let out a helpless and furious roar.

However, his body was stuck in the tunnel and he could not fight back effectively.

Behind the two dragons, the gray shadow crouched timidly and witnessed such a brutal scene.

The big claws stomped on his head.

That is, as an adult dragon, Wormisor has incomparably strong vitality and defense.

If it were it, the dragon head might have been flattened at the first blow.

"Hiss--"

The glutton raised his head and roared, and the dragon kiss was infected with hot dragon blood, making the originally terrifying appearance look hideous.

"Old friend, calm down."

Rhaegar was calm and watched the one-sided abuse between the two dragons.

He had to remember his purpose.

A wild young dragon wandering outside.

"Roar!!"

Womithor swung his dragon head faster, avoiding the trampling of the dragon claws, and the dragon flame accumulated in his throat sprayed out in one breath.

In an instant, the entire cave was rendered a dazzling golden color.

The dragon flames like magma splashed randomly, not only shooting at the glutton, but also a ball of dragon flames almost hit the bystanders.

Rega leaned back, and the dragon flames brushed his hair and ignited a wisp of golden flames.

"Damn it!"

Rega's body was basically suspended in the air, and he changed his face and said: "Come on, didn't the dragon guards feed the cattle and sheep?"

"Hiss--"

The glutton was startled when he heard the words, and then he rose up with a spirit of unwillingness to admit defeat, opened his dragon mouth and was about to bite.

The stupid driver disliked that it was not heavy enough?

It was simply against the sky.

Rega sensed this emotion and rolled his eyes mercilessly.

I thought that when Womithor was furious, there would be a thrilling battle.

The result was a reckless dragon that only grew in size but not in brains.

He was severely ravaged by the insidious and cunning glutton.

His dragon taming whip was ready.

As soon as the thought came, changes occurred in the dark.

Just as the glutton was about to bite, Wormisoar fought back with all his strength, stretched his neck and tried to bite back.

Boom——

The glutton was not a vegetarian either, and spewed out dark green dragon flames in an instant.

"Roar!"

Wormisoar missed the attack and let out a creepy howl.

At this moment, something strange happened.

Wormisoar suddenly began to grow a brain.

Taking advantage of the gap when the glutton was spitting out dragon flames, he quickly pulled back his neck stuck in the tunnel despite the burning of the tarsal maggot.

He successfully got out of trouble.

Rhaegar glared slightly and reminded: "Greedy, the other party escaped."

"Hiss——"

The glutton was not so easy to give up, and the dragon flames kept spitting out, aiming at the narrow tunnel.

As the dragon flame touched, the rock began to twist and deform.

In just a few breaths, the surrounding rock walls melted into magma, and a spacious furnace passage quickly expanded.

Wait a moment, the magma solidified.

The Glutton's green eyes were dim, and he crawled slowly and firmly step by step.

Step!

Step! !

The dragon's claws supported the ground, crushed the ash layer that had not yet completely solidified, and splashed out a little bright yellow magma.

The high temperature burned the black scales, making a harsh sizzling sound.

Rhaegar sat on the dragon's back, and wisps of white smoke could be vaguely seen floating out.

The scales of the Glutton had been strengthened, and the hardness was comparable to Valyrian steel, with super high heat resistance.

At the same time, high temperatures came from all directions.

Rhaegar remained calm, just tied his long silver-gold hair behind his head and held his breath slightly.

In a high temperature environment, the air is in a vacuum.

Even if you can breathe, it is full of harmful substances.

The Glutton crawled slowly, his vertical pupils staring at the end of the tunnel, the dimly lit cave.

Rhaegar's body rose and fell, and the dragon whip hung at his knees.

One man and one dragon, no fear.

...

Tidehead Island.

High Tide City, Nine Walls Hall.

Rhaenys looked calm, leaning against the wine cabinet with her arms folded, staring at the other side of the lobby.

"That's the situation."

"Is it true?"

"Nine out of ten."

Daemon frowned, bent over and sat on a chair, tilted his head to communicate with a spy.

The spy's face was stiff, and he reported in a low voice: "There is a dragon in the Sea of ​​Smoke, and the explorer of Volantis saw it."

"Okay, I know."

Daemon was upset and took out a bag of golden dragons from his sleeve and handed it over.

Taking the bag of money, the spy left the lobby.

"Are there new wild dragons?"

Rhaenys was curious, and her thin eyebrows raised without leaving a trace.

Daemon nodded slightly, his face grim: "A wild blue baby dragon, I don't know where it was hatched from."

Hearing this, Rhaenys thought: "The matter of the baby dragon can be big or small, it's best to report it to the royal family immediately."

She wanted to say report it to Rhaegar.

Before she said it, she was afraid of irritating her petty cousin, so she changed it to the royal family.

Daemon raised his eyebrows, and a trace of imperceptible dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

What a shitty royal family.

My brother is lying in bed, and Rhaenyra is just a woman.

In the end, it was left to the good nephew to deal with.

During the conversation, a third voice interrupted.

"Prince Rhaegar is on Dragonstone right now, and he should handle this matter."

Daemon turned his head and looked at the driftwood throne inside the Nine Walls Hall.

The sea snake sat upright with a serious face: "The last time the wild dragon of the Smoke Sea appeared, it triggered a war between the kingdom and the three women's kingdoms."

"This time, the wild dragon of the Smoke Sea cannot fall into the hands of others, which will pull the sensitive nerves of the royal family."

In his heart, he already hated war.

He didn't want to pay more.

Rhaenys glanced at her husband and explained to Daemon: "Valerion has sacrificed too much and needs to recuperate."

Men talk in a roundabout way.

Why can't they say what they want to say directly.

Daemon laughed dumbly: "I will report it, Rhaegar must know about this."

He sent spies to the Smoke Sea to find medicine to treat his brother's mental damage.

Through the map of the Targaryen ancestral property shared by his good nephew, more than a dozen exploration teams entered the Smoke Sea.

Not to mention, not only did they find clues about the medicine, but also news of a young dragon.

Daemon's mind drifted away, and when he returned to a courtyard in Tyrosh, he seemed to see his mistress Messalia.

That woman was born a dancer, lowly and dirty.

But under that beautiful face, there is a heart of seven orifices.

After Messalia miscarried, the two had a long period of separation.

The reason was that Messalia felt insecure and gave up Daemon, the dissolute prince.

To put it bluntly, a whore dumped him.

Messalia hid in a brothel in Flea Bottom and made a living by selling intelligence.

She was once very close to Otto Hightower.

Until Daemon conquered Tyrosh, he needed a person similar to the intelligence chief and sent someone to find Messalia.

As expected, the old lovers got together again.

In an instant, Daemon thought of many things.

The brother who had been waiting for his son, the nephew who was about to ascend the throne, and Lannar who almost died in childbirth...

Finally, the picture was fixed on the pale skin of Messalia.

One night sixteen years ago, the bitch angrily accused him of being a coward who was afraid of his brother sitting on the Iron Throne, causing their boy to miscarry.

Daemon recalled the past, his big hand covered his mouth without leaving a trace, and he let out a barely perceptible sigh.

"I need a son, sorry."

He lowered his head and muttered to himself: "Rhaenyra got back the dragon egg, so I will catch a baby dragon."

Daemon's eyes flashed with an uncertain light, as if complaining about the unfair treatment he suffered.

The dragon eggs and baby dragons are all under the control of the royal family.

The dragon eggs of the two daughters still recognized the adoptive mother and relied on Rhaenyra's charity.

He was sure that he would have a son.

He didn't need the royal gift, and he saved up an ownerless dragon for his son by himself.

"Go to Dragonstone later."

Daemon's thoughts were clear, and he thought secretly.

The whereabouts of his good nephew were unknown, and his behavior when he went to Dragonstone was very strange.

There must be a secret.

Coincidentally, he also had a secret.