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

Outside Sunspear City, the Flowing Water Garden.

The late Prince Kooren built it as a summer resort for his children to enjoy.

The garden is full of beautiful buildings, carved beams and painted buildings, and the courtyard is full of flowers and streams, always in the warm climate of spring.

However,

"Hiss!"

A young black and red dragon fell crookedly, with a deep scratch on its chest and scorching scarlet dragon blood.

Its wings flapped quickly, and its agile body twisted, soaring again close to the ground of the garden.

Zila Lala...

It's a pity that the flowers and water spilled by the dragon blood turned into withered yellow grass leaves and dry gullies.

"Run, we'll be there soon!"

Baeron swayed in the wind and looked behind urgently.

In the high clouds, a huge monster followed like a shadow, revealing wrinkled dark green skin as its body swayed.

"Hiss--"

Vhagar swooped down from the sky, and the abyss sprayed rolling dragon flames.

"Get out of the way!"

Belron was terrified and pulled the scarlet dorsal fin to one side.

Iragas was very smart and glided to one side in coordination, rushing out of the magnificent garden surrounded by tropical trees.

Soon, two dragons, one big and one small, spread their wings and flew together.

Yangspear City.

The civilians of Dorne gathered in twos and threes, and suddenly found that two dragons flew over their heads.

Boom--

The dragon swept the wind, raising the flying sand.

The civilians of Dorne lay on the ground, covering their heads with their hands.

A dragon flew by, and just as it raised its head, an even bigger old dragon caught up.

Another gust of wind and sand filled the air, blowing all over the head and face.

"Dragon!!"

Suddenly, someone shouted, startling the people of the whole city.

The civilians of Dorne fled in all directions, full of fear of the sudden dragon.

Ding Ding Ding!

The bell tower in the city rang the bronze bell, calling on the civilians to hide in their homes.

At the same time, soldiers wearing khaki armor swarmed out and climbed the city walls to be on guard.

It was obvious that the Dornish were terrified.

…

"Hiss--"

Vhagar's pupils were cruel, chasing the young dragon in front of him, which was only one-fifth of his size.

Its body has been growing, and it is now almost 140 meters long.

Except for the abnormally developed glutton, no dragon can match it.

"Hiss!"

Iragas fled, up and down to avoid the bite of the abyss.

It is still very young, only a little over 30 meters in size.

Among the young dragons born in the same batch, even the older Moon Dance, Trickster, and Thrax are far behind.

If it is placed among the fourth generation dragons, it is enough to compete with Yangyan and Tesserion.

Unfortunately, 20 years old can't beat 180 years old.

The two dragons shuttled through the desert and soon arrived at the fast-flowing Green Blood River.

Boom——

Vhagar is more ferocious when it encounters water. Its huge body pounces on the young dragon and opens its huge mouth when it finds the right opportunity.

"Hiss!"

Iragas can't dodge in time and spits out black dragon flames to resist.

There is a loud bang, and black smoke with flames and splashes everywhere.

Vhagar resists the blow and breaks through the black smoke to close the dragon's mouth that is splashing saliva.

Iragas's pupils shrink sharply and tremble with fear.

There is no way to dodge, it's too late.

"Iragas!!"

Baeron was horrified and pulled out the dragon whip to swing it.

Just at this moment, a strong wind like a tidal wave hit.

"Hiss——"

The green dragon flame fell from the sky and struck Vhagar's dragon head like thunder.

In an instant, the closed huge dragon's mouth stiffened, and the young dragon in its mouth escaped.

"Go, Iragas."

Baeron's pupils trembled, and he didn't have time to distinguish between the enemy and us.

Iragas was filled with fear and rushed into the lemon forest on the other side of the river in an instant, smashing a large area of ​​trees with his huge body.

"Hiss--"

Vhagar, who was attacked, jumped up angrily and raised his head to the sky.

Belron glanced at the sound and saw a huge dragon shadow like moss.

Boom--

A majestic green old dragon with scars all over his body and a pair of huge horns bent backwards suddenly appeared.

The old dragon had a pair of sharp vertical pupils, and his body rushed out from the bottom of the green blood river where duckweed and fallen leaves piled up, and bit the neck of the intruder with a snap.

Vhagar flew in the wrong direction and immediately lost the initiative.

His thick neck was bitten tightly, and his thick wrinkled skin was pierced by fangs, and smelly dragon blood flowed out.

"Roar..."

At the critical moment, Vhagar made a move that was inconsistent with his bulky body, turning over and kicking the enemy's chest with his hind feet.

There were two rumbling sounds like thunder.

The old dragon's scarred chest had two deep scratches that could be seen to the bone. It opened its huge mouth and spurted out a stream of green dragon flame.

"Hiss--"

The dragon flame sprayed on his head, and Vhagar roared in pain. He alertly pulled away and disappeared into the clouds.

If you look closely, you can see that the wrinkled jaw hanging on the neck was torn, and the bones under the flesh and blood can be vaguely seen.

He quickly flapped his wings and flew into the air, and a second head-on confrontation was inevitable.

"Hiss--"

The old dragon was not feeling well either. His injury had just recurred, and hot blood stained his majestic chest.

The confrontation between adult dragons was not as cruel and bloody as that between young dragons or young dragons, and there was no adult dragon teasing the young dragon like an eagle catching a chicken.

But it was often more simple and crude.

Once they met on a narrow road, the winner was decided in an instant.

...

Lemon forest.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

Iragas lay on the ground panting heavily. The flight route across the gorge almost exhausted his body.

Baerlon slid down the dragon's back, stroked one of the drooping wings, and gently comforted it: "Don't be afraid, we are safe for the time being."

As he said, he looked sideways at the green dragon shadow hovering in the sky.

The moss-colored scales all over the body, with mottled white and light yellow colors, are like an ancient beast walking out of the forest and lake.

The blood-stained chest is particularly majestic, not inferior to the majesty and domineering of Wormisol.

In terms of size alone, it even slightly exceeds Wormisol.

"That is, the three-hundred-year-old dragon?"

Baerlon's eyes were straight, and he blurted out: "Uragas mentioned in my father's letter."

Different from Vhagar's old age.

The green old dragon in sight is strong, with a pair of wide and powerful wings with milky yellow wing membranes, and an inexplicable sense of power all over the body.

However, behind this feeling, there is a kind of vicissitude and simplicity.

"Gurgle~~"

Belron swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stared at the old dragon's eyes carefully.

The amber vertical pupils were not cruel and fierce like ordinary dragons. Instead, they were like an old man who had experienced vicissitudes of life, watching the ebb and flow of the tide calmly.

"Roar——"

Uragas roared roughly, circling into the sky, looking for another huge old dragon.

The other party trespassed into its territory without permission and could not be allowed to come and go freely.

Boom——

The next second, the magnificent dragon flame with orange and yellow mixed with thick smoke fell.

Vhagar rushed out immediately, grinning and opening a huge mouth of the abyss to bite.

Uragas was not a vegetarian either. He responded with dragon flames to offset the impact and quietly left the battlefield with the help of thick smoke.

When he appeared again, he attacked Vhagar from the flank who was looking for a target.

But Vhagar, who had been through many battles, dodged as expected and stretched out a pair of dragon claws to grab the opponent's claws.

Boom——

The two dragons collided, entangled in the sky like hawks, flapping their wings, roaring and biting each other.

For a moment, it was difficult to tell the winner.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, the fleeing Ilagas turned back, and his ferocious dragon mouth was full of flames.

"Dragon flame!"

Belron shouted, waving the dragon whip in his hand.

Ilagas rushed up and sprayed the black dragon flame at Vhagar in revenge.

Boom——

Vhagar could not distract himself to dodge, and his head was hit by the attack, roaring and intensifying the offensive.

The fight between the two beasts intensified, and large pieces of scales and flesh fell off.

In the end, they entangled and hovered in the air, falling like a compass.

Baeron did not dare to move forward, and rode Ilagas up to the clouds.

Rumble--

Two green dragons landed at the same time, and Vhagar's heavy body smashed into the wide Green Blood River on both sides.

Instantly, the river water stirred up wild wolves, high enough to be more than a dozen castles.

"Hiss--"

A second before falling into the water, Uragas broke free from his restraints, twisted his dragon wings and slid across the river to rise into the air.

The melee was briefly suspended.

Gurgle...

The Green Blood River stirred up a raging wave, and the river water infected by dragon blood was boiling and emitting thick smoke and bubbles.

Vhagar roared, and his shriveled dragon head poked out of the river, and he moved his thick hind legs to climb up the river bank.

Prickly...

As his huge body shook off, fish, shrimps and water plants were scattered all over the ground, all trampled into mud by his hind legs.

Looking at the opponent with one hind leg drooping in the sky, Vhagar's vertical pupils flashed a trace of hatred, and he spread his wings unswervingly and flew into the air.

A contest of blood and fire began again.

…

In the air.

Seeing the two dragons fighting again, Baeron felt a sense of despair.

"I can't stop them, not at all."

Uragas did help him defeat Vhagar, but he also pushed the dragon fight to another peak.

If one thing goes wrong, the loss will be too great.

"Follow me, Iragas!"

Watching the two dragons fighting and moving over the sky above Sunspear, Baeron hurriedly rode forward.

At this moment,

Sunspear was empty, and the people were all huddled in their homes.

Through the gaps in the windows blocked by wooden boards, the two giant beasts could be seen fighting each other.

"Hiss--"

"Hiss--"

One dragon locked the other's wings, and the other dragon fiercely tore the enemy's chest.

"Dragon flame, Iragas!"

A crisp voice sounded, and a smaller black dragon flew in the distance.

Boom--

The dark dragon flame sprayed on the two dragons, and brilliant fireworks burst out.

The black dragon glided cunningly at low altitude, hovering far above Sunspear City.

In this way, three dragons started a melee over Sunspear City.

The dragon flames of orange, green, and dark as night surged, smearing the sky like ink.

Sparks and dragon blood fell into the city, immediately igniting a fire.

The garrison wanted to stop it, but they could only draw their bows and shoot arrows, which were far away from the dragons.

In the horrified eyes of the people in the city, the melee lasted from noon to dusk.

"Hiss--"

Under the siege of two dragons, Vhagar was exhausted and fell to the ground with a roar.

Because one side of the wing maintained balance, it only smashed a large area of ​​​​residential buildings, and did not hurt the foundation.

"Hiss--"

Uragus looked down at his opponent, and an excited roar emerged from his chest.

For many years, there has been no such fight.

The confrontation with the dragon-eating species does not count, one is a one-sided crushing, and the other is a one-sided crushing.

Just when Uragas was planning to pursue the victory.

"Stop the war, Ulagas!"

Bellon rode his dragon high into the sky and shouted at the three-hundred-year-old dragon.

Ulagas' pupils were erected in doubt, and his nostrils twitched slightly, smelling the scent of the silver-haired human who had led it to this continent.

"Roar..."

Glancing at Vhagar who was about to get up and fight again, Ulagas became alert and turned around to run away.

It was also injured.

Its chest was almost scratched, one of its hind legs was broken, and there were large and small bites.

"Don't go, Ulagas!"

Bellon's heart was pounding, and an unnatural blush appeared on his fair face.

Vhagar fell down, and the dance of the two dragons ended.

But he still needed to tame a dragon.

Looking at the indifferent vertical pupils of Uragas, Belron slowly climbed up from the dragon's back and trembled in his voice: "Uragas, you are a lonely wanderer, let me conquer you today!"

After saying that, he didn't have time to say goodbye to Iragas under him, and jumped down waving the dragon whip.

"Roar...?"

Uragas was stunned and stared at the silver-haired boy who jumped down from the sky.

"Face me!"

Belron closed his eyes and shouted, swung out the dragon whip and tightly wrapped around the old dragon's neck.

After choosing the position in advance, the man and the dragon kept closing the distance at a straight angle.

During the fall, the strong wind slapped his cheeks.

Belron opened his arms wide to welcome the embrace of the dragon or death.

Suddenly, the violently beating heart was shocked, and the blood flowing in the blood vessels around his body became hot and heated.

Buzz——

As if blessed, Belron opened his eyes in confusion, and a touch of green fire flashed in the depths of his purple eyes.

"Roar..."

Uragas did not dodge, letting the silver-haired boy fall on his back.

Baerlon fell with a thud, hitting several rolling forces in a row.

Even so, the powerful impact was enough to shatter his internal organs.

But a magical scene happened.

Whoosh——

As soon as Baerlon landed on the dragon's back, strands of green fire overflowed from the pores all over his body, and a green diamond-shaped dragon scale grew on his forehead.

"Fly, Uragas!"

Berlon forgot the pain for a moment and grasped the dragon whip to give orders.

He didn't notice that the black whip was stretched straight, and strands of green fire spread on the surface.

His blood awakened.

The blood of the ancient Valyrian dragon king inherited from his father was stimulated by the three dragons' melee and the determination to die, and his body gradually transformed into a dragonborn.

"Roar——"

Uragas was greatly shocked, and a silver-haired figure who had once galloped in the sky together appeared in his mind, and he subconsciously flapped his wings.

Looking back silently, the figures gradually overlapped, but they were particularly clear.

That was just a coward in memory, who left it to die in the doomsday catastrophe.

The silver-haired boy on its back was a warrior who had a bond with it.

"Fly! Fly! Fly!"

Belron panted like a cow, and every word spurted out hot air: "Uragas, let you and I change each other's destiny!"

He was too young to support the bloodline transformation.

He didn't understand what happened.

But one thing was clear, he had to tame this 300-year-old dragon before he fell into a coma.

"Roar--"

Uragas roared to the sky, and his huge body flew over Yangji City and headed straight for the surging summer sea.

It did not refuse, and the emotional fluctuations were hidden deep in its heart.

While spreading its wings and soaring, a reflection of the silver-haired boy flashed in its amber vertical pupils.

No matter how old the dragon is, it cannot resist the long-term grinding.

A qualified driver can share the suffering of the years.

At dusk, the sun sets in the west.

On the dragon's back, Baeron lost his dragonborn state and lay down in a daze.

He couldn't open his eyes to see the sunset clouds, and his little hands stroked the rough dragon scales uncontrollably.

It was cold, but also a little warm.

Baeron became sleepy and smiled foolishly: "You belong to me, just as I belong to you."

He succeeded.

From now on, this 300-year-old dragon is his partner.