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

"A rune and a blood wizardry."

A big stone fell in Rhaegar's heart, and his fingertips touched a toad.

"Cuckoo."

The toad was stunned and allowed to be rounded and flattened.

Rhaegar's eyes softened a little, and he looked at her: "It was you who pulled me into Denise's dream and almost made me lose it?"

This little thing is the black-robed wizard's dying counterattack.

An ancient and incomplete rune, edited into a curse that brings nightmares.

The moment Rhaegar was struck, the black-robed wizard's spiritual power was strangled.

As a result, the "Dream-Eating Toad", the body of the nightmare curse, shut down on the spot and was unable to exert its full power.

Instead, a combination of the dreamer's talent and "dream vision" caused Rhaegar to be drawn into a fantasy that spans time and space.

In the process, he was gradually deprived of his five senses and almost became a living dead.

Perhaps it was Ancient Valyria and Denise in the dream that played a role in further stimulating Rhaegar's bloodline power.

"What a dangerous little guy."

Rhaegar rubbed the toad while looking at the bloodline column on the explorer panel.

Bloodline: Dragonborn (+60%)

It increased from 59% to 60%, a class-like leap.

There is a "+" before the number, which means that the harvest from the dream still has potential.

"Cuckoo."

The toad was crushed into a piece of cake and let out a stupid whine.

"Let you go, just to give Denise face."

The corners of Rega's mouth curled up slightly, and he was very fond of the new clown stuff.

In the past, the dreamer's talent and dream vision could only exist passively.

Having the "Dream Eater Tapir", a "rune spirituality" between magic and spiritual power, is equivalent to having the initiative.

"Hey, it hurts."

A trivial voice came from behind, and the silver-haired woman got up with tears in her eyes.

Rhaegar glanced back and saw that the dream-eating toad and ouroboros disappeared at the same time.

One got into the forehead, and the other crawled back into the palm, turning into runes covered in gray smoke and billowing black air respectively.

"You killed him."

The silver-haired woman covered her face with her hair and clenched her hands together nervously.

"Who?" Rega glanced at the pseudo-dragon corpse and frowned: "He is your brother."

He doesn't look like an older brother.

The silver-haired woman said "Hmm" as thinly as a mosquito, and silently moved her bare feet away from the body.

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows, and the dragon training whip in his hand swung like a living thing.

The bloodline of the Fitznick family should be eradicated.

But after experiencing the dream of ancient Valyria, he became more aware of the Dragon King's bloodline...

Inexplicably tolerant.

Snap!

A drop of tear fell and fell into several petals of water.

The silver-haired woman wept silently, bent down to pick up the pseudo-dragon's head, and put it into the arms of the corpse.

Afterwards, he walked to the body of the black-robed wizard and delivered the package containing two fossilized dragon eggs to Rhaegar.

Rega's eyes were surprised, wanting to see what the other party was going to do.

"Sorry, please be more prompt."

The silver-haired woman knelt on the ground, held up her silver hair with trembling hands, and sobbed softly: "I am a shameless person, and I hope I will not be reviled when I die."

When the silver hair was pulled up into a headband, a delicate appearance that coexisted with beauty and ugliness was revealed.

Rega was slightly startled and stared blankly.

With fair skin and perfect facial features, she looks like a girl from Xiaojiabiyu.

However, his forehead and even half of his face were covered with fine pale scales, and his left eye was as gray as a disease.

At first glance, it's terrifying.

Feeling Rega's gaze, the silver-haired woman quickly lowered her head and said humbly: "I'm sorry for staining your eyes."

Hearing this, Rhaegar suddenly came to his senses and murmured: "No, this is not dirty."

The silver-haired woman was confused and raised her head timidly.

With an ugly face since childhood, he has already developed the ability to observe words and emotions.

"That's it, look at me."

Rega squatted down, lifted the opponent's chin with his index finger, and said seriously: "You are not a bastard, you deserve to live."

"What?" The silver-haired woman was stunned for a moment.

"You don't have to die."

Rega's tone was affirmative, and then he said: "Have a good sleep and welcome a beautiful new life."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dragonborn state manifested.

Dark scales appeared on his forehead, a sharp dragon horn stood upright, and a smile appeared on his pale face.

"Cuckoo."

The silver-haired woman was in a trance when she heard the cry of a toad.

Suddenly, his consciousness began to blur, and the whites of his eyes rolled back and he fell asleep.

Rega stretched out his hand to fish it out and helped his limp body to lie on the floor tiles.

Finally no need to bang my head on the ground.

"Cuckoo."

The dream-eating toad lay on the shoulder, opening its mouth to suck in the wisps of gray mist.

Rhaegar put away the package containing the fossilized dragon eggs, understanding flashed in his eyes, and he muttered: "Diana Fitznick is really a descendant of the Dragon King family."

He patted the dream-eating toad and said encouragingly: "Well done, you clown."

Dreams are the second world of consciousness of human beings, storing many memories.

The dream-eating toad grows by devouring other people's dreams, and selectively feeds back to the holder.

Just like an ouroboros eating away the black energy of a wound, it slowly increases its healing ability.

"Rune civilization is not inferior to blood witchcraft."

Rhaegar complimented, stood up and walked back to the window.

He hasn't forgotten that there is a lot of mess left to clean up.

"Hiss!"

As soon as he probed his head, the roar of the giant dragon suddenly appeared, and the dragon's flames streaked across the sky.

Rhaegar looked down at the city and had a general understanding of the situation.

The city gates were blocked on all sides, and the Unsullied army continued to advance to suppress the rebel forces.

The Great Lord and the Dothraki cavalry were so mixed together that they could not tell the difference between friend and foe.

"Hiss..."

There was a loud roar in the air, and hot air surged near the Great Pyramid.

Rhaegar looked up and saw three dragons fighting in the sky above the city.

Corakxiu and the sheep thief flew through the clouds, breathing dragon flames at each other.

A golden beast rampages and fights against the enemy together with an ugly mud dragon.

"Retreat the enemy, Syrax!"

The cold call was delivered with dragon-taming skills.

"Hiss!"

Syrax raised his head and roared, showing extraordinary ferocity, charging towards his opponent and spewing golden flames.

Corakxiu was fighting with a sheep thief. He felt the heat and quickly retreated. Before leaving, he bit off a piece of the mud dragon's thorny horn that smelled of mud.

"His!"

The sheep thief roared in pain and sprayed out dragon flames like a wild beast.

The melee was fierce and the fight was inextricable.

Rhaegar's eyes widened, looking at the rider commanding the golden beast, and said in surprise: "Rhaenyra, you are also participating in the battle."

As he said the words, he couldn't hold back the smile on his face.

Rhaenyra on the dragon's back was even more charming than she was in the palace.

"Stop fighting, Syrax."

Hundreds of meters above the ground, Rhaenyra's eyes were as bright as fire, and she was meticulously directing the battle.

Syrax is very intelligent and executes his rider's orders perfectly.

"Haha, there should be a limit to internal fighting."

Rhaegar laughed dumbly, looked around, and muttered: "Where is my dragon?"

According to the evil nature of gluttons, they should not be silent.

"Roar……"

Suddenly, a familiar breath came.

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows and noticed something strange in a smoke-filled area of ​​the city.

Thick smoke shot straight into the sky, and the fire spread far and wide.

Suspiciously, there were no escaped slaves nearby.

Rhaegar's eyes narrowed, staring closely through the thick smoke.

"Roar……"

A gust of hot wind swept through, and the thick smoke weakened slightly.

A pair of pale green vertical pupils the size of a copper bell emerged, and a majestic outline like a hill crawled among the ruins.

"Glutton!"

Rhaegar murmured softly, clenching the window edge with his palms.

"Hiss~"

Yang Yan collapsed in the ruins, his chest was bloody and his wings were badly burned.

But no matter how serious the injury is, it is not as serious as being around a glutton.

The glutton's green eyes were faint, looking down at Yang Yan indifferently, and his scarlet tongue licked the dragon's kiss.

The three dragons in the sky can't wait to fall down, so they eat the ones on the ground first.

"Bastard thing."

Rega saw clearly and his face turned cold.

You know it's unrealistic to expect a dragon-eating species to stop a fight between a dragon and a dragon.

It is only in line with the habit to look forward to the death or injury in Long Dou and take advantage of it.

"That's it for now."

Rhaegar was in a bad mood and turned around to search in the corridor.

The room where the pseudo-dragon escaped had a giant horn hanging on the wall.

Rhaegar did not hesitate, entered the room and took off the horn.

The horn has a gorgeous appearance, made entirely of horn and inlaid with gold and red gemstones.

Rega played with it for a while and was quite satisfied: "It just works."

Back to the window, the war was still raging outside.

Rhaegar stepped on the window edge, holding the horn with both hands and pointing it at his mouth.

The horn is very large, more than five feet in length, and almost covers most of the user's body.

"Denise, thank you for your gift."

Rhaegar murmured, raising his head and taking a deep breath.

Then, he bit his red lips and poured in the magic power of fire.

The next second.

"Uuuuuu——"

Rhaegar concentrated, and the trumpet blew.

The sound of the horn was rough and hoarse, like the passionate song of an old man.

With a buzzing sound, dark flames emerged.

Rhaegar was intoxicated and appeared in his true form as a dragonborn, playing the long-lost Dance of the Dragon.

"Uuuuuu——"

The sound of the horn was like a spark that set off a prairie fire in an instant, echoing throughout Meereen and beyond.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

In mid-air, three giant dragons were walking back and forth, and their pupils suddenly shrank when they heard the sound.

The sheep thief was so panicked, as if he had seen a natural enemy, he burrowed into the clouds in disgrace.

"Hiss!"

Syrax's eyes regained clarity, and he left the battlefield shaking his head.

Only Korakxiu remained unabated, his body twisting like a snake and spitting out dragon flames.

"Uuuuuu——"

Rhaegar gradually closed his eyes, focusing on every note and rhythm.

Unknowingly, the Explorer panel changed.

【Rhaegar Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)

Bloodline: Dragonborn (+61%)

Runes: Bronze (green), Ouroboros (blue), Dream-eating Toad (purple)

Blood Witchcraft: Binding Spell (Blue), Dance of Dragons (Purple)...

Relics: Blood and Fire, Vision of Dreams, Pure Water...

Evaluation: "Blow the ancient chapter and call out the roots deep in the blood."

Rhaegar was obsessed with it, not knowing that his bloodline was being purified little by little.

The chest is buzzing and resonating, and breathing techniques are used.

"Uuuuuu——"

The dance of the dragon changes from low to high, as if the dragon has accumulated over the years and turned into a war weapon that covers the sky and the sun.

"Hiss-"

The glutton gave up the idea of ​​eating Yang Yan, raised his head and roared, moved his hind legs and leaped away.

Boom——

The jet-black dragon crashed through the thick smoke and landed in front of the Great Pyramid.

The wings supported the ground, the back swayed slightly, and the terrifying dragon head hung under the window edge.

Rega seemed to be aware of it, stepped on the window edge with the soles of his feet, and jumped out with his whole body.

"Hiss--"

The glutton roared and took the driver's initiative, like a towering statue standing in front of the tower.

Rhaegar stood firmly and played the last tune of the Dragon Dance.

Buzz--

An inexplicable power emanated, affecting every dragon.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

The cobalt-blue Tesserion roared to the sky and carried the driver to the Great Pyramid.

Daeron was stunned and did not rashly stop the dragon under his crotch.

At the same time,

Syrax, Sheep Thief, Korakshu...

No matter what their emotions were, the three dragons put down their fighting intentions and landed slowly and cautiously.

"Haha, a group of dragons dance together."

At the end of the song, Rhaegar laughed loudly and sat on the hard dragon head.

Holding the horn in his left hand and the dragon whip in his right hand, he looked like the reincarnation of the dragon king in the ancient Valyria period.