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

Three days later, the topless dragon's lair.

"His!"

Thrax charged forward, the chain around his neck flapping and ringing.

Several dragon men held bamboo sticks and shouted nervously: "Stop! Thrax!"

boom--

Thrax's anger rose, and he opened his bloody mouth and spit out dragon flames.

The gray dragon flames like smoke came out and attacked the liar flying in the air.

"Hiss..."

The deceiver screamed loudly, flapped his dragon wings to avoid it, and spat out dragon flames to resolve it.

When attacking, the dragon's tail, like a scorpion's needle, stood straight and trembled slightly.

As if sensing something, the deceiver dodges left and right, barely escaping the attack every time.

Thrax fought steadily, and the gray dragon flame gradually spread, constantly shrinking the opponent's dodge range.

For a moment, the two young dragons were fighting inextricably.

…

"Fly, Thrax!"

Meka put one hand on her hip and put the other hand in a trumpet shape to her mouth.

boom--

Rega kicked him on his raised little butt, and said with a serious face, "Don't interrupt, let the two dragons compete by themselves."

Meka's face fell, and she shrank back.

Rhaenyra was beside her, as were her two brothers and sister Baela.

The family stood on the edge of the dragon's lair, watching the fight between the young dragons.

"His!"

Thrax roared and suddenly pounced on the liar in mid-air, revealing a mouth of thick fangs.

The gray dragon flame spread for more than ten meters, forming a dense mist.

The deceiver rubbed a bit of dragon flame, screamed as he was burned, and threw himself into the encirclement to escape.

Plop——

Thrax arrived in an instant, knocking the Liar down from mid-air, pressing him to the floor and tearing him apart.

"Zhi Ge!"

Suddenly, the binding spell appeared on time.

Rhaegar didn't know when he was approaching, so he drew out his dragon-taming whip and wrapped it around Thrax's dragon neck.

"His!"

Just as Thrax was about to speak, he was forced to interrupt the attack and roared angrily.

Lei Jia ignored him and signaled to the onlookers: "Drag him back to the dragon pit!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The Huanlong people did not dare to neglect, and pulled the chain around Thrax's neck, and the bamboo sticks hit the floor with an orderly crisp sound to comfort him.

After struggling for a long time, Slax calmed down and left reluctantly.

"Hiss?"

The liar lying on the ground pretending to be dead quietly opened his eyes, confirmed that the big-headed dragon was not there, and flew away alive and kicking.

Rhaegar smiled lightly and commented: "It is also a strange dragon."

Dragon's character is all kinds of strange.

It's not unreasonable for a young dragon to be timid and love to cause trouble.

Fortunately, it was hatched in a cradle. If it had been on Dragonstone, it would have been killed by gluttons.

Looking back, the two sons were quarreling with each other.

Meka raised his head high and looked at the person with his nostrils: "Thlax wins!"

Aemon had a stinking look on his face and said unhappily: "The liar can't fly high in the dragon's lair, so try it in the wild."

The root of the dragon fight is that two young dragons are walking on their own, and the deceitful spirit insists on biting the other's tail.

This angered Thrax, and he chased after him regardless of the dragon man's obstruction.

Rhaegar picked up his youngest son Mekar and said with a smile: "Stop arguing, I'm more powerful."

"Don't be ashamed."

Aemon was dejected and kicked the pebbles away from his feet.

In comparison, Meka was slimy and hugged Rhaegar's neck: "Father, take me to ride a dragon and go out to play."

The two brothers have distinct personalities.

Maybe Meka won!

Rhaegar smelled the milky scent of his youngest son and felt happy: "Okay, but we have to change the time."

"Pull the hook." Meka tilted her head and stretched out her white little fingers.

"no problem."

Rhaegar didn't think it was childish, it was all about coaxing children.

He lowered his head and was stunned.

Bellon and Eamonn:…

The two brothers pursed their lips, looking betrayed, and stared at their father and younger brother with hot eyes.

That's not how my father treats them.

"Forehead……"

Rhaegar looked a little embarrassed and turned away while holding his youngest son.

The so-called teaching students in accordance with their aptitude means that every son has a different way of discipline.

Belron is the eldest son and has stricter requirements for him.

Eamonn is a bad boy, one dozen every seven days and one dozen every three days.

Meka is very good.

A person can sit in a corner and watch ants crawling for a whole day without crying or making trouble.

It seems that she has inherited some precognitive talent, which is a bit like Helena's shrewdness when she was a child.

Rhaegar inevitably had some preferences.

"Father, let me down."

Meka twisted her small waist and broke away from the embrace like a fat maggot.

Rhaegar touched his head, and then used another bowl of water to rub the heads of his eldest son and second son.

The two brothers have grown faces and feel quite accomplished.

Rhaenyra's eyes were full of soft light, immersed in the warm moment of the family.

Good things are always short-lived.

Johanna looked in a hurry and came over holding a piece of letter paper.

"What happened?"

Rhaenyra stepped forward to meet him, guessing that something big was going on.

Johanna glanced at Rhaegar and said urgently: "Urgent report from Slaver's Bay. The remnants of the Three Women's Kingdom have formed an alliance with the Good Lord to block the Sea of ​​Smoke and release the news that there is a dragon in it."

Rhaegar listened silently and was not in a hurry.

The case of dragons in the sea of ​​smoke has been speculated by the world as early as when Mogul appeared.

Fishermen discovered that there were young dragons in the Yanhai Sea, and the news spread.

Due to the Velaryon family's small fleet patrolling the Sea of ​​Smoke, and the Sea of ​​Smoke being perilous, there have been no major setbacks.

Rhaenyra thought so too, and asked Johanna to say something practical.

Johanna handed over the letter and said solemnly: "According to some small slave owners, many slaves with Valyrian blood have volunteered to join a team to enter the Sea of ​​Smoke to find dragons."

Fearing that the news would not be taken seriously, he added: "There are many dragon species among them, and some even rumored that they are descendants of a certain dragon king family."

"Do they still want to tame dragons?"

Rhaegar sneered: "Slaver Bay is not afraid of following the footsteps of the Three Whores."

No wonder, who can resist the temptation of becoming a dragon rider.

Rhaenyra raised her eyebrows and asked, "Are there really descendants of the Dragon King family?"

"It's hard to tell whether it's true or not."

Johanna shook her head and said rationally, "The Doomsday Catastrophe happened more than two hundred years ago, which is enough for six or seven generations to pass on the incense. Even if there are descendants of the Dragon King, the bloodline has long been diluted."

What's more, as long as the bloodline of Valyria with silver hair and purple eyes is a surname of the Dragon King family, it is feasible to claim it.

"A bunch of bastards!"

Rhaegar was merciless and turned to walk into the dragon pit where the glutton was dormant.

No matter it's true or not, daring to use the name of the Dragon King family is absolutely unforgivable.

Slaver's Bay dares to touch the dragon's whiskers, then be prepared to welcome blood and fire.

When he left, the others were left stunned.

Johanna sighed and reported the loss: "The merchant ship sent by Lys to the Slaver's Bay for trade was detained, and the goods minus the profit are also valuable."

Rhaenyra only felt a headache: "First stop the maritime trade in the east and raise as much food as possible."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Johanna came and left in a hurry.

Rhaenyra fell into deep thought. The family dispute between Daemon and Lanar was no longer important. The external war was the core.

"Mother."

Meka's voice was soft, and he took Rhaenyra's hand and shook it.

Rhaenyra lowered her head.

She found that Baelon and other children were looking at her, with their eyes flashing with the expectation of fighting.

"Hiss..."

A rough roar came from the dragon pit behind her.

Syrax raised his dragon head high, and his topaz-like wings supported the ground, and slowly crawled out.

The vertical pupils were full of restlessness, staring at the driver who was also upset.

Rhaenyra pursed her lips and raised her hand to touch Syrax's jaw.

...

A moment later.

"Hiss--"

A huge dragon as black as charcoal rushed out of the dragon cave and soared towards Tyrosh.

Not long after, a group of black ravens flew out of the Pingding Tower.

The sharp cawing was chaotic and orderly across the narrow sea.

The horn of war was blown immediately.

Half of the nobles in Westeros were destined to embrace a sleepless night.

The strange waves broke the peace that lasted for several years.

All the noble lords who were notified were ready to mobilize their troops.

I will obey the king's will!

...

In a blink of an eye, two days passed.

The summer sea.

Specific location, the vast sea between Volantis and the Sea of ​​Smoke.

The hot sun was hanging high, and the blue sea was steaming with water mist.

Located in the tropical climate, the temperature is very extreme.

The sea breeze is hot, like a pool of hot waves hitting the beach.

Fishes swam freely on the seabed, occasionally poking their heads out of the sea to take a breath.

Boom, boom, boom!

On the sea, cheering drums sounded.

Ten warships equipped with scorpion crossbows and flying ferocious tiger-head flags were sailing, carrying 1,500 expensive elite mercenaries.

The target was the Smoke Sea, joining the blockade fleet of the Slave Bay.

If there was a chance, intercept the small patrol boats of the Valerian family that were made up of whole pieces.

On the deck, the mercenaries watched the drums.

A young mercenary with rough skin and a thin figure came up to the captain and muttered: "Captain, are there really dragons in the Smoke Sea?"

"I don't know."

The young mercenary asked again: "Are the dragon species in the Slave Bay real or fake?"

"Don't ask me."

The young mercenary scratched his head: "Captain, we are going to the Smoke Sea, we won't encounter dragons, right?"

After a pause, he added: "Brothers are unsure, you give me a definite answer, how to fight the war."

Being a mercenary is to make gold.

You can't throw your life into the dragon's mouth for gold.

"No..."

The mercenary leader was about to refuse, but the words were stuck in his throat.

His eyes widened, and his pupils trembled as he stared into the distance.

The next second.

"Dragon!"

"There's a dragon, find cover!"

"..."

Accompanied by a lifelong roar of fear, the mercenaries quickly and fiercely lay on the deck.

However, it was too late.

"Dragon flame! Dream fire!"

A light blue dragon fell from the sky, and the dragon flame splashed like seawater backflow.

Boom——

The dragon flame hit the hull head-on, instantly engulfing the mercenaries on the deck, and bursts of shrill wails broke out.

"Counterattack, scorpion crossbow ready!"

Someone shouted loudly and turned the winch of the scorpion crossbow.

In the sky, four dragon shadows flashed.

Rhaegar was wearing a black robe, his face was as cold as frost: "Don't leave any!"

"Hiss--"

The Glutton swooped down, Deathwing covered half of the warship, and the dark green dragon flame instantly filled the whole place.

The mercenaries who encountered the dragon flame didn't even have the chance to scream.

Their eyes, ears, mouths and noses died one after another, and they were burned into mummies from the scalp.

In the end, they turned into mud.

On the other side.

Daemon was wearing black steel armor and a red cloak.

Korakhuu screamed, like a harsh radar detection, spewing out scarlet dragon flames continuously.

"Vhagar, dragon flame!"

The old dragon flew out from the side, spewing out dragon flames with billowing black smoke, setting off an endless storm.

Lanar half-lying on the saddle, coldly glanced at Daemon who was deliberately avoiding.

Four dragons dispatched, enough to destroy any town.

"Ah!..."

"It hurts, jumping into the sea is useless..."

"..."

Ten brand-new warships, a mercenary group of less than two thousand people.

In just a quarter of an hour, they sank into the sea to feed the fish.

Rhaegar rode on the dragon's back, not even looking down, and looked at a sloppy sea chart.

The lines of the sea chart were simple, drawing the upper and lower narrow seas, Volantis, and the range of the Sea of ​​Smoke and Slaver's Bay.

At the bottom of the pattern, a few lines of unclear and ugly small words were written in some Valyrian dialect.

[Good Lord... Fitznic... Revive the Family...]

[Alliance... Qohor...]