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

"What's the situation? How many people were lost?"

Rhaegar asked nervously.

The eruption of the submarine volcano and the sudden storm were a disaster.

Unexpectedly, the sea snake said thankfully: "Two warships were destroyed, and the casualties were no more than 500 people."

"No more?"

Rhaegar was suspicious and asked: "This is the land of Changxia, how did we get here?"

Such a big storm, the losses were unexpectedly small.

Besides, the land under our feet is most likely the land of Changxia, and it was too smooth to get here.

"Your Majesty, the damage to the other ships varies, and the sailors are trying their best to repair them."

The sea snake answered every question, and then looked at the dark beast crawling on the hillside, admiringly: "The storm was too big at that time, thanks to your dragon for finding the direction, spewing dragon flames to guide the fleet."

The dark wings tore through the heavy clouds, and the dark green dragon flames cut through the thick fog.

The fleet followed the dragon's trajectory and luckily found this lost continental plate.

Hearing this, Rhaegar looked back at the dozing Glutton, and could not help but feel relieved.

This trouble-making dragon-eating species always takes up the responsibility at critical moments.

"Roar..."

The Glutton closed his pupils and greedily absorbed the fire magic in the air, and spit out hot air from his nostrils with every breath.

Seeing this, Rhaegar did not disturb this big guy, and signaled the sea snake to turn around.

All around were vast grasslands, and the breeze blew through the grass leaves, causing ripples.

The sea snake walked a distance away, half-knelt on the ground devoutly, picked up a handful of soil and put it in front of his nose to sniff deeply.

The land that the ancestors once owned.

After more than two hundred years, the ancient bloodline finally set foot again.

"I have always fantasized about having a tenth voyage."

Rhaegar was stunned, and the sea snake's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Looking down, the sea snake's dark face slightly raised, his tiger eyes flashed with tears, and he said deeply: "Being able to set foot on this land is greater than the first nine voyages in life."

Even if you have been to "Asshai" in the east of the world and entered the glaciers in the far north of the world.

It is not more meaningful to find the land of long summer.

Rhaegar helped the injured sea snake up, and his voice was strong and powerful: "We not only have to come, but also bring back the treasures left by the sages."

Only in this way can we be worthy of the thrilling twists and turns.

"You are right."

The sea snake resumed his serious and serious attitude and picked up the broken dragon stone rubble: "Daemon rode a bloodworm to explore the snow peak and excavated a site on the ground."

The old rubble in his hand was the relic picked up from the periphery of the site.

Rhaegar took the dragon stone rubble, which was cold and rough to the touch. At a glance, it was left for too long and had been damaged by external forces.

"Take me to see, and don't miss any ruins."

Especially the ruins near the Snow Peak and Fire Peak, only the Dragon King family is qualified to build.

"Should we call Daemon?"

The sea snake was very cunning, and thought: "Your dragon is dormant, it would be safer to call him and Korakshu."

Rhaegar glanced back at the glutton, and saw that he had no intention of opening his eyes.

After thinking about it again, Korakshu flew over the snow peak and headed for the towering Fire Peak shrouded in mist.

"No need, there will be no danger in the ruins on the ground."

Rhaegar thought it over and said calmly: "It will be easier to dig out more secrets if we act separately."

The Fire Peak is more dangerous, and Daemon is willing to be a vanguard.

It won't be too late to act collectively after searching this continental plate.

The sea snake pondered for a while and said: "The damage to the fleet varies. We have to stay here for a while, so there is no rush."

After that, he called a team of sailors looking for wood and rushed to the snowy peak.

…

Not long after a group of people left, there was a rustling noise on the grassland.

The empty hillside was filled with the smell of ashes.

“Hurry up, don’t be lazy.”

A group of shirtless sailors came from a distance, carrying a thick pine tree on their shoulders.

The grassland is vast, but the trees are sparse.

You have to run to the foot of the snow peak to find wood that can be used.

“Roar…”

The glutton suddenly opened his vertical pupils, as if sensing something, stretching his neck to stare at the towering fire peak whose true appearance could not be seen clearly.

Boom——

The huge body slowly stood up, and the forward fingers of the wings crushed the green grass.

“Hiss——”

The glutton grinned and opened his dragon mouth, spread his wings and flew on the spot.

The sailors passed by the hillside, and the strong wind raised by the dragon wings blew, and they fell to the ground and were hit by the pine wood.

"Dragon!!"

A sailor shouted in panic, watching the dark dragon going away.

The rest of the sailors were all frightened by the dragon, their legs shaking uncontrollably.

...

On the other side.

Rhaegar climbed the steep ridge, getting closer and closer to the snow peak.

Luckily, the grassland is not far from the snow peak, especially the place where the glutton landed.

A round trip takes about a day and a night.

"Your Majesty, the sun in this land is no different from that in Westeros."

The sea snake raised his hand to block the sun and looked around at the unfamiliar environment.

Rhaegar raised his eyes and glanced. The sun was hanging high in the sky, shining through the white clouds.

He stretched out his hand to try it, and it would be a little hot if exposed to the sun for a long time.

"The name of the Long Summer Land comes from the long summer all year round, and the land is fertile and good at producing grain."

A row of hot sweat broke out on the sea snake's forehead, and he sighed: "The temperature is indeed higher than ordinary places."

In terms of climate alone, it is slightly higher than the summer sea.

Perhaps only the Summer Islands, which are hot all year round, can be compared.

No wonder Lys is known as a "resort" and attracted the dragon kings to occupy and rule.

Rhaegar narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the dazzling sun and the seashore where the fleet was anchored.

Standing high, you can see far.

The seashore is a golden beach, full of broken shellfish left by the waves.

The fleet is anchored nearby, shrouded in a layer of mist that makes it difficult to see clearly.

Looking further out to the sea, there is only the surging gray mist, returning to the dangerous sea of ​​smoke.

Rhaegar remembered the route on the map and said cautiously: "According to the land plates after the collapse of ancient Valyria, we estimate that we are located in the remnant of the Fourteen Fire Peaks."

After the Doomsday Catastrophe, ancient Valyria split into a continent and several fragments.

The most fertile land of Changxia is the main continent under their feet.

It is characterized by flat terrain, many lands and plains.

The most serious division is the coastal area where the dragon kings live, also known as the core of the Free Fortress Empire.

That piece of land borders the Fourteen Fire Peaks and has the strongest destructive power.

It was blown into three small land plates and an unknown number of chaotic islands.

In the middle of the two main land plates is the terrifying sea of ​​smoke formed after the continent was split into two.

Rhaegar's thoughts turned, and he boldly speculated: "Ancient Valyria was destroyed, and the Fourteen Fire Peaks almost collapsed. The peak in the mist may be the survivor."

As he said, he looked at the thick mist behind the snow peak.

If you can explore it well, you may get unexpected gains.

"Your Majesty, I picked up a stone tablet!"

As soon as the voice fell, the sailor who was exploring the way ahead shouted loudly and worked together to move out a broken stone slab.

"Go and have a look."

Rhaegar was refreshed and immediately quickened his pace.

The closer to the snow peak, the sparser the green grass.

On the barren hillside, there were charred marks everywhere, and gray-black stalactites left after the solidification of the remaining magma.

Rhaegar stepped on it and it crackled, as if he had stepped into a piece of scorched earth burned by dragon flames.

"Your Majesty."

The sailor's face was full of tension, and the irregularly formed stone slabs fell to the ground.

Rhaegar waved his hand casually and leaned over to check the stone slabs.

Covered with pitch-black dirt, the whole thing looked like it had been smashed, and it was warm and rough to the touch.

"Clean it up."

The sea snake frowned.

The sailors did not dare to neglect it, and scraped the surface of the stone slab with a scimitar, shedding a layer of stubborn ash.

After a few strokes, lines of handwriting appeared.

Rhaegar recognized it at a glance, it was high-level ancient Valyrian.

His fingertips gently stroked it, and his lips moved slightly: "Two hearts come out together, the embers of the fire peak..."

"This is the ancient oath of the dragon kings."

The sea snake looked serious.

Rhaegar nodded, and he was naturally familiar with this.

Continuing down, there were some severely damaged handwritings, and the content was almost unrecognizable.

Rhaegar frowned and wiped the ashes from the bottom of the stone slab.

Suddenly, two patterns appeared.

Next to a simple carved volcano, there were two totems standing on the left and right.

A giant dragon with its head and tail facing each other, circling in a closed loop.

The dragon was sturdy and its tail was particularly slender.

A giant dragon with wings spread out and soaring, its wings like a falcon, tilting its head as if it was about to fly into the sky.

Two dragon totems stood opposite each other, sandwiching the volcano in the middle.

The sea serpent pointed to the totem of the winged dragon and affirmed: "This is the Orion family. I once observed a breastplate left by the Orion Dragon King in the Masked Sacrifice Temple in Qohor."

There was an identical totem on the breastplate.

Rhaegar glanced at him and pointed to the other one: "The totem of the Belleris family, probably the proof of the marriage between the two families."

The dragon's tail was slender, and only the second son's trickster had this appearance.

The sea snake analyzed carefully: "If so, the ruins ahead are likely to have been built by one of the dragon kings."

The dragon king family of ancient Valyria acted in an overbearing manner, which could be described as domineering.

Not only did they implement slavery, but colonization and building fortresses everywhere were also the norm.

Rhaegar stood up and clapped his hands, saying: "It's not worth it, hurry to the ruins before dark."

Ordered one place, the team sped up.

...

The sun rises and sets, and the sun sets in the west.

At the foot of the snow peak.

Crack——

Rhaegar, wearing a black robe, crushed the frost on the ground with one foot.

Looking up, the snow peak towered into the clouds, like a giant sword.

"It's so cold!"

Rhaegar exhaled and quickly condensed white mist.

"Your Majesty, come quickly!"

Suddenly, the sea snake shouted from behind, unable to hide his excitement and horror.

Rhaegar hurriedly turned back and slid down the thin snow-covered slope without saying a word.

A ridge where snow is hard to hide and avoid snowfall on the snow peak.

The land was charred black, with broken walls scattered everywhere.

The sea snake moved the broken stone wall away and looked around with a tense face.

Rhaegar strode over, the hot air he exhaled no longer frozen, and the cold gradually faded.

Crack——

He stepped on something carelessly.

"What is this?"

Rhaegar lowered his head, his pupils shrinking slightly.

He saw a pile of rubble under his feet, hiding a dark skeleton.

The skeleton was slender, like the skeleton of a cat or dog.

It was not charred after burning, but black in nature.

Rhaegar bent down and pushed it, and the familiar texture of the dragon bone came to his mind.

He dug out a small dragon skull with horns after digging out the rubble.

Rhaegar had a complicated expression and picked up the dragon skull that was not as big as a ball.

"Your Majesty, there is also this."

The sea snake looked heavy and moved aside to avoid his sight.

The ruins were a majestic palace, the roof had collapsed, and the walls were broken.

Rega glanced up, and the palm holding the dragon skull clenched in vain.

A giant dragon skeleton, seventy or eighty meters long and as black as ink, fell in the middle of the ruins.

He looked around again.

Several dragon skeletons of different sizes were buried in various parts of the ruins, most of which were in ruins and eroded by wind and snow.

Rega saw a dragon skeleton lying on the edge of the wall, more than forty meters in size, with broken cervical vertebrae.

The dragon head was propped up on the broken wall, and the empty eye sockets were facing the sky, revealing an inexplicable sadness.

This was actually a desolate tomb of a giant dragon.