Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 225

Chapter 225 The Mysterious Black Stone Magic

Viserys was furious to learn that Rhaegar was acting secretly.

　　　After a few days apart, the worries in my heart became heavier day by day.

Had I known that Rhaegar was so stubborn, I really shouldn't have revoked his military power.

“Rhaegar, you are starting to worry me too.”

Viserys sighed with worry in his heart.

 There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

Viserys replied without raising his head.

 Him, Viserys I.

 “Shoot, aim at the dragon…”

Viserys managed not to faint and said through gritted teeth: "Convene a royal meeting to discuss the attack on the Blackwood and Bracken families."

 “Run away quickly…”

After the sneak attack, House Bracken blocked the army's retreat to Riverrun.

 He now wants to calm down alone for a while.

The door opened and Otto walked in.

 Otto, who had quick eyes and quick hands, helped him.

Otto looked solemn: "Blackwood and Bracken disobeyed the king's orders. Ser Harwin collaborated with the Tully family to lead troops to intimidate them, but they were insulted by both families."

Farmers' unions are also rioting in the Riverlands and gaining momentum.

Just after taking two steps, an unnatural blush appeared on his face, and a feeling of dizziness filled his brain.

Otto continued to report: "There was an armed conflict between the two sides. Sir Harwin fought bravely and defeated both armies in one fell swoop, making him famous in the riverlands."

Tyrosh is rich in mercenaries, and the city-state is surrounded by an impenetrable black wall.

 Speaking, he stood up from the table and was about to go out to hold a royal meeting.

Viserys glanced at him and asked, "Is something wrong?"

 “Your Majesty, news from the Riverlands.”

 The battle takes place in the wilds between Riverrun and Harrenhal.

 “Damn it, what's going on on the front line?”

 One of the three female kingdoms, Tyrosh.

Viserys said in surprise.

The gray shadow followed closely behind, spitting out dragon flames like fireballs, hitting the garrison emerging on the street.

Tyroshi's garrison is sufficient, with more than a hundred scorpion crossbows placed in various towers to counter the dragon's air suppression.

“This is a good thing, it has greatly weakened the arrogance of the two families.”

Glutton roared angrily, gliding flexibly over the city-state, and the dragon flames bombarded every tower with precision.

pity.

It can be said that it is the city-state with the most martial virtues among the three women's kingdoms.

 The rebellious family must pay the due price!

 There is no doubt that this is very bad news.

 “Otto…”

Viserys's legs weakened and he was about to fall down.

also.

Harwin had no choice but to lead his army back to Harrenhal, where he was besieged by House Bracken.

 “Never ending trouble!” Viserys said bitterly.

 “Your Majesty, be careful.”

 In the empty sky, two giant dragons circled, spitting out mouthfuls of dragon flames.

Viserys was shocked. He did not expect that the Bracken family would dare to attack and kill the lord.

Otto shook his head and said complicatedly: "After the victory, Old Tully insisted on holding a celebration banquet, but was attacked by the Bracken family. The eldest son died in the turmoil."

Viserys learned the details, and anger rushed to his forehead, and he shouted loudly: "Damn Bracken, they are going to rebel!"

Otto sighed: "The army in Riverrun suffered heavy losses, and Lord Leonor was seriously injured. Sir Harwin led the army to resist and retreated to Harrenhal for defense."

 Mercenaries and garrison troops cannot withstand dragon flames.

Even the black wall cannot stop the flying dragon.

 The bombing lasted two hours.

 Tylosi was purged by dragonfire.

 The wealthy businessmen who did not hide in the air raid shelters fled in all directions, driving slaves to clear the way.

Boom—

A blast of dragon flames bombarded the tower next to it. The tower collapsed suddenly, and rubble fell down in a splatter.

"ah!…"

 The gravel crushed the slave to death, and also crushed to death the wealthy businessman who was yelling.

Blood and fire are branded in every corner of Tyrosh.

Rhaegar was riding on the dragon's back, overlooking the wailing tragedy below.

 Tylosi is different from Lys and Myr. He cannot break through the strong defensive force alone.

 He could only destroy the buildings of the city-state as much as possible, but could not free the slaves.

 “Glutton, let's go!”

　　The city-state was completely destroyed, and Rhaegar was satisfied and planned to leave.

 Hide the dragon and fly to the sea.

While passing by the black wall of the inner city, a group of black-armored soldiers shouted loudly.

 “Get ready, throw the spear!”

 Under Rhaegar's condescending gaze, the black-armored soldiers threw their spears with all their strength.

 The spear was thrown from a height of less than 100 meters.

Flying into the air, without even touching the glutton, he fell down weakly.

The black-armored soldiers did not give up and continued to shout: "Prepare your bows and arrows for the second round!"

This group of soldiers seems to have only spears and bucklers.

I don't know where the bows and arrows came from, and the soldiers' posture when drawing the bows and shooting arrows was wrong.

Rhaegar looked bored and said calmly: "Dragon Flame!"

 The Gluttonous Eater turned around and swooped down, breathing out dragon flames.

Boom—

Under the green dragon flames, the black-armored soldiers were burned to death.

Just as Lei Jia thought it was over, another wave of black-armored soldiers appeared.

Approximately more than a thousand people dragged in a dozen scorpion crossbows, quickly filled the steel spears, and aimed at the glutton to prepare for shooting.

 “Hiss…”

 A gray shadow appeared from the side, and the dragon flames fell mercilessly, killing hundreds of soldiers in an instant.

The weird thing is.

The survivors did not run away, but put up their bucklers without fear of death to buy time for the soldiers controlling the scorpion crossbows.

 Seeing this incredible scene, Rhaegar frowned deeply: "The Unsullied?"

He could only think of the Unsullied Legion trained by Astapor for such a numb and fearless war machine.

 “They are also a group of pitiful people who have lost themselves since childhood.”

Rhaegar whispered to himself and gave the order: "Fight quickly, Dragon Flame!"

 The life of the Unsullied is already very painful and sad.

 Let's end it.

The Glutton is suspended in the air on the black wall, the dragon's kiss is wide open, and the dragon's flames are spurting out.

 In the blink of an eye.

Thousands of Unsullied people who had high hopes were buried in the sea of ​​​​fire, leaving only a charred land.

 Tick tick tick…

The dragon flames are still spitting out, and the solid black wall gradually melts, and a dark solution drips from the top.

Rhaegar saw it clearly and became interested in the material of the black wall.

According to ancient records, the dragon kings of the old Valyrian period mastered blood magic and fire magic.

 similar to the castle on Dragonstone, the black wall of the inner city of Tyrosh, the large black wall of Volantis...

They are all black dragon stones created by magic and mastered by dragon kings.

 Thus, the period of Free Fortress.

 The buildings of the Dragon Kings are very majestic. Regardless of their hardness or gorgeous appearance, they are unrivaled in the world.

Rhaegar was a little envious and said softly: "If I knew this kind of magic, wouldn't the dragon's lair be rebuilt as soon as it was rebuilt?"

 “Hiss…”

 The glutton's dragon roar broke his fantasy and brought him back to reality.

Rhaegar smiled helplessly: "Let's go, man."

 Three Women's Kingdom has been burned down without leaving a trace, it's time for a triumphant return.

Gluttony gave him a nasal cavity, then flew him in a circle, towards the direction of the Stone Steps Islands.

The gray shadow playfully spit out dragon flames and blasted the black wall several times.

Seeing that the effect was not great, he followed the glutton's trajectory and left in a panic.

　One night passed, and Lissandra Rogar, who had sneaked out of Tyrosh, finally returned to Lys.

 When he was at sea, he saw black smoke rising over Lys from a distance.

 Enter the port and look around at the burning hulks.

Lissandra's expression was sluggish, and he seemed to be in a daze.

 Less is destroyed!

The dragon did not go to Tyrosh, but instead invaded Lys.

“Hurry to the shore, my family, my bank!”

Lissangzhuo was hoarse, the veins on his forehead were beating violently, and he fell into endless anger and panic.

 Rogar Bank is a family business.

 The vaults hold savings from all over the world.

If these are gone, the Rogar family will be gone too.

 He will be whipped to death by the people of Lys, and the family will be avenged by the depositors from all over the world.

 By then, everything is ruined!

 The boat stopped and docked. Lisangzhuo rushed ashore like crazy and ran towards the family station.

Along the way, many slaves fled and escaped on the surviving ships in the port.

“Look, this is the Governor of Lys!” “The Governor of Lys is here!”

The embarrassed Lissandra was recognized by the slaves and was immediately surrounded by slaves driven by hatred.

 “Kill! Kill all these **** for me!”

Lissandra lost his former grace and raised his whip to hit the Unsullied who were guarding him.

The Unsullied One lowered his head and muttered: "Yes!"

 Shuashuashua…

 Five hundred Unsullied came ashore one after another, surrounded Lisangzhuo, and set up spears and bucklers to form a human wall.

Any slaves who dare to attack will be killed by the Unsullied.

 At this time, the power of the Unsullied One was revealed.

　　No matter how many slaves besiege, they are just sending themselves to death.

Under the protection of the Unsullied, Lissandra fought his way back to Rogar's bank and headquarters.

The bank has been smashed by slaves who have vented their anger.

 Finally entered it with great difficulty. The vault had been emptied long ago, and empty words echoed.

Rogar immediately collapsed, covered his face with his hands, knelt down and wailed: "No!"

 At this moment, he had already seen the fate of his tragic death.

 “Brother, you are finally back.”

Rosander Rogar ran in and looked at Lissandra with tears streaming down his face.

 He has been hiding in the air raid shelter.

 It was not until Rhaegar left with his army and the dragon that he dared to come out to check the situation.

 At a glance.

The family mansion was not plundered, nothing valuable was found, and everything worthless was burned down.

Even the horses in the stables had their necks chopped off.

 Leave no money at all.

Get rid of the slaves and rush to the bank quickly.

　　The first thing I saw was my brother who was crying in pain.

“Brother, the dragon has attacked Lys, and all the slaves in the city are rebelling. What should we do?”

Sandro cried out and begged.

Hearing this, Lissangzhuo raised his head blankly and smiled miserably: "What can I do? It would be better to die."

 In this situation, life is worse than death.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a strange phenomenon on the stone roof above his head, and a piece of the ceiling became loose.

Lissandra heard the sound and raised his head blankly.

 The next second.

　　Boom—

 A one-meter-square stone slab fell and hit Zhong Sangzhuo by coincidence.

With a click, Lissandra's bones shattered and he was instantly smashed into a pulp.

Blood splashed onto Sandro's cheek, making him widen his eyes and tremble in disbelief: "Brother!"

Suddenly, a group of slaves rushed into the bank, shouting: "Fight for freedom and kill the exploiters of Rogar!"

Sandro immediately turned around, crawled and picked up the whip from the pile of meat, and ordered the Unsullied to fight back.

 “Kill them, kill these **** slaves, bastards!”

The Unsullied looked at the whip in Sandro's hand with numb expressions.

 Astapor's training method.

 The Unsullied is a person who obeys orders and holds a whip.

 “Quick, kill him!”

Sandro swung his whip vigorously, pointed at the group of slaves and roared.

The Unsullied obeyed the order, formed a shield formation, and blocked the slaves.

The slaves were frightened and did not dare to step forward.

Seeing this, Sandro breathed a sigh of relief, whipped the Unsullied one after another, and scolded: "Come on, you eunuchs, you will have the same fate as these slaves!"

 The whip cracked on the Unsullied One.

 The blood splattered and pieces of flesh flew everywhere.

 The Unsullied stood motionless, allowing themselves to be beaten.

The slave group was dumbfounded and shouted: "Why do you listen to him? The breaker of shackles gave the slaves freedom, so you should resist!"

 The response was a sharp spear.

 The Unsullied line moved forward, stabbing the slaves in the front row with their spears.

Facing the highly trained Unsullied, the slaves were powerless to fight back, and a large number of them were stabbed to death in one attack.

The slaves were no match for the enemy and retreated immediately.

 “Haha, kill!”

Sandro laughed wildly and cracked his whip wildly.

There was another strange noise overhead.

Sandro's body stiffened, a sense of fear arose, and he slowly raised his head.

 Another stone slab was loose and crumbling.

Sandro ran away.

The stone slab fell and hit Sandro head-on.

 There was a bang, and the head cracked.

Stone slabs covered Sandro's upper body, crushing it into a pulp.

 Coincidentally, the stone slab was right next to the one that killed his brother.

that's all.

The Rogar brothers died one after another on the ceiling of the family bank.

As soon as Sandro died, the whip in his hand was pressed into the minced meat by the stone slab and disappeared.

 The Unsullied discovered this change.

They all stopped moving, maintaining their shields, and fell into a strange dead silence.

  The Unsullied are a group of slave soldiers who have lost themselves.

　　With no master to issue orders, he froze in place for a while.

 Like a robot without power.

 The slaves also discovered this, took up weapons and approached the Unsullied, and attacked tentatively.

until…

 A slave smashes the head of an Unsullied one with an axe.

 Suddenly, the slaves were overjoyed and shouted: "These wooden people are fools. They will not move without their masters. Kill them quickly."

 Soon, the Unsullied died in the hands of slaves one by one, without any resistance.

 “Haha, I don't even want freedom, it's better to die.”

 A burly slave slits the throat of an Unsullied one, grinning mockingly.

 A spear pierced his chest and took his life.

All the slaves were shocked, thinking that these wooden people would resist.

 Looking focused, he looked at the Unsullied One who thrust out the spear.

Feeling the attention, the Unsullied one pulled out his spear and changed from the shield position to standing upright.

 The other Unsullied ones followed suit and stood in a neat queue.

  Waited for a while.

 The punishment for unauthorized action has not come.

　　The leader of the Unsullied placed his spear against his chest and took off his black iron helmet with one free hand, revealing a dark brown young face.

His helmet has three sharp spikes.

This means that he is a high-ranking officer among the Unsullied, able to lead other One-Spiked and Two-Spiked Unsullied.

 Ignoring the frightened slave, he walked towards Sandro's body.

The stone slab is so big that it crushes the flesh and blood into meat patties.

 The Unsullied looked down at the **** scene with an expressionless face.

My eyes scanned again and again, but I couldn't see the familiar whip.

After confirming several times that it was correct, he slowly turned around and returned to standing upright.

the only difference.

The indifferent face finally showed a change of expression.

It is a kind of confusion, relief, fear...

 The stiff brain is spinning, thinking about the next plan.

 There are no slave owners, no buyers, no goals.

He didn't want to stand there and be killed without any help.

 The first threat to the Unsullied comes from life.

 Finally, he thought of a title he had heard along the way.

　　　【breaker of shackles】

 “Westeros…”

 The Unsullied spoke a word with a hoarse voice.

 This is also the information obtained on the road.

If you want freedom, go to Westeros and look for the Breaker of Shackles.

 The constant struggle in his eyes turned into a touch of unprecedented perseverance.

He held his spiked helmet under his arm, struck the buckler with his spear, and said in a trembling voice: "Breaker of shackles!"

The Unsullied heard the officer's voice, and the numbness in their eyes loosened.

 They understand what this title means.

As if they had found a new target, they stood in line with their heads held high, their spears hitting their round shields.

 Respond to the officer's will.

The leader of the Unsullied put his spiked helmet back on, his eyes returned to coldness, and he gave the order: "Go to the port and take a boat to Westeros!"

 The Unsullied walked out in unison.

 The slaves did not dare to block it and made way for them.

 (End of this chapter)

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