Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 276

Chapter 276 The One-Day Emperor of Volantis

Boom—

Green dragon flames spurted out and swept across the defenders on the black wall.

In an instant, howls filled the ground, and the unbreakable black wall burst into flames.

 A mouthful of dragon flame is not enough.

The gluttons sprayed dragon flames one after another, burning the troops on both sides regardless of the black wall.

 "Run away! It's a real dragon..."

“The dragon's fire will burn Volantis…”

 The dragon flames swept across, and the troops inside and outside the black wall were all frightened, losing all will to resist from the bottom of their hearts.

 “Glutton, that's it.”

 Another silver-blond consul's legs were shaking and he said in panic: "Lord Dragon King, we don't know about Malachor's friendship with you. Please don't get angry and give us a chance to make amends."

A round of dragon flames came down, Lei Jia looked down at the chaotic army in the sea of ​​​​fire, and secretly clenched his fists.

Rhaegar sneered, slapped the rough dragon horn, and said in a cold voice: "Glutton!"

Without too many words, the glutton slowly leaned down, blocking the path of a group of small bugs with its ferocious dragon head, and opened a dragon's kiss full of fangs.

 “Glutton.”

It is not a pity to die!

 "Spare your life, Dragon King, spare your life..."

 Recall Gadel's complaints in the brothel.

 The next second.

　　The Archon begged for mercy in fear, feeling only a sense of moisture and warmth in his loose trousers.

 But no one took it seriously.

 “Haha, you really dare to mention it.”

After playing with it for a moment, the gluttonous dragon closed its kiss, the little bug in its mouth tore into pieces, and swallowed them whole.

The glutton seemed to sense it and sniffed in displeasure.

They knew vaguely that Malachor had corresponded with a Targaryen.

The illegitimate son with the consul's father left the brothel, and the consul also gave up the old and lustful Senela as his mistress.

The dragon was flying over Volantis, and Rhaegar had to do something.

As expected, the two Elephant Party governors were almost shocked when they heard Malachor's name.

The consul was bitten on the waist, and he was still alive for a while, immersed in pain and fear, wailing miserably.

Hearing this, Rhaegar signaled the glutton to collect the dragon flames accumulated in the dragon's kiss, then held the dragon claw at his waist and walked up to the dragon's head.

“Lord Dragon King, Volantis has always maintained peace and has never thought of provoking a dragon!”

 The hot sulfur waves blew and almost overturned the group of people in front of the dragon's head.

Hearing this, Rhaegar's face turned cold and he noticed the Valyrian characteristics of the other party.

 “Hiss…”

　　Bumping away the mercenaries who were in the way, the dragon's head was raised high, swinging open and closed to tear.

Standing between a pair of curved gray and white dragon horns, overlooking the crowd below, he said indifferently: "Malachor is my friend, and you killed him for no reason!"

 The assassinated Tiger Party governor is the best excuse.

 “No! Spare me!”

One of the consuls was so frightened that he fell to his knees, unable to be supported by anyone else.

 Find a Targaryen princess as his mistress, and dare to mention it in front of him.

The glutton and the driver communicated spiritually, circled twice around the black wall, and slowly landed on the solid gate tower of the black wall.

According to Malachor's flamboyant character in the past, if he gets the support of a Dragon King, he will definitely promote it to all the nine Free Trade Cities.

Rhaegar's eyes were deep, and he reached out and patted the dragon's back.

The glutton's vertical pupils flashed with a ferocious color, and the roaring dragon's head reached forward and bit the Archon, its fangs piercing half of his body.

As he spoke, his eyes looked back and forth at the pitch-black dragon that was so close.

The two consuls of the Xiang Party were in front of the dragon, trying to escape in panic under the protection of mercenaries.

Rhaegar watched the whole process with cold eyes, twitching the corners of his mouth in relief.

The consul became even more frightened and said in a panic: "Lord Dragon King, I have some connections with Targaryen, please spare me."

 Witnessing a man of the same status being eaten by a dragon, the only remaining archon's psychological defense collapsed and he begged for mercy in tears.

 He was just a moneylender, and became a consul by buying free people to elect him.

 Making money peacefully is the rule.

 Don't ever dare to make an enemy of the dragon.

　　Not only him, but also the mercenaries were so frightened that their legs weakened. They quickly dropped their weapons and fell to their knees in fear.

Rhaegar ignored these guys and drove the gluttons to look at the tiger-robed army under the black wall.

 The dragon's kiss opens slightly, and the green dragon flame accumulates.

 The next day, it was just dawn.

The morning sun rises in the east, its light falls on the rapids of the Rhoyne, illuminating Volantis after dark.

 Black wall.

A huge jet-black dragon prostrates under the wall, its thick and long tail resting under its head, and its wings covering it like a curtain.

On the ferocious dragon head, a black-robed young man sits with his legs crossed, leaning on the slender dragon horns that are as good as stone pillars.

 In front of one person and one dragon, there were all kinds of people surrounding him.

Three floors inside and three floors outside, surrounded by black walls, with no edges visible at a glance.

 Businessmen in gorgeous clothes, warriors in armor, civilians with small assets, slaves with brand tattoos...

Thousands of people gathered under the black wall.

They all looked at the dark dragon and the young dragon king on the dragon's head.

“Sir, the prisoners are all here!”

There was a slight commotion in the crowd. The red-robed witch led a team of Holy Fire Hands and led a group of people out of the crowd with chains.

 The crowd automatically let go of the road, leaving an open space in front of the dragon. Those who are interested will find that the group of people escorted are all important figures in Volantis.

 A moneylender with a large business, a big businessman, a slave owner...

There was even a consul, an officer with a tiger tattooed on his face...

Seeing that the young man on the dragon's head had not moved, the red-robed witch took a deep breath and stood on the open ground on her own initiative.

 “My fellow Volantis…”

The red-robed witch gave full play to her ability to confuse people when spreading her faith, and delivered an impassioned speech.

 The main content is nothing more than privately triggering a war by the leader of the Elephant Party and assassinating the leader of the Tiger Party.

These detained people are all villains involved.

The Targaryen dragon king and dragon were friends with the assassinated Tiger Archon, and came to visit on behalf of peace.

By chance, Volantis fell into disaster, and he harnessed the dragon to quell the war and save the suffering people from the sea of ​​misery.

 Under the guidance of the Lord of Light, sinners are about to be judged.

 First expressed the friendship between Targaryen and Volantis, and then talked about the kindness and achievements of the Dragon King.

Episode it with mythological color.

He was robbed yesterday and was frightened by the deception of civilians and slaves all day and night. He was extremely convinced by the Dragon King and the giant dragon.

There is no other way. The fact that the dragon quelled the turmoil is before our eyes, and many people have witnessed it.

 “Long live the Dragon King…Long live the dragon…”

 The shouts of the civilians and slaves pushed the atmosphere under the black wall to a climax.

 At the front of the crowd, some old nobles and warriors of Volantis looked at each other and joined in the shouting.

 The rest, including the Xiang Party group who were also moneylenders, merchants, and slave owners, also cooperated with the crowd's shouting.

 Just after the rebel armies of the tiger and elephant parties were deterred by the dragon.

 Last night, all the prominent figures in Volantis were summoned into the black walls to attend a great council under the watchful eyes of the dragon.

 The parliament is over, and those who agree are in the crowd.

 Those who do not agree are being chained.

After shouting for a while, the red-robed witch smiled and waved.

The hand of the Holy Fire brought a large pile of firewood, piled it up and lit it in public, and a large flame rose.

The red-robed witch lit it with a torch, waved it in front of the crowd, and shouted loudly: "Fellow compatriots, the Dragon King will judge the hidden sins of Volantis, and we should give him the most noble rights!"

 There was an uproar among the people present.

 Whispering about electing a dragon king to be consul...

Of course, these are just the voices of common people and slaves.

 The tiger and elephant parties each sent two respected and powerful figures to walk to the open space in silence.

 The Tiger Party is a well-dressed old nobleman and a fierce young man with a tiger face.

The old nobleman tremblingly knelt down in front of the dragon, groped in his arms, and took out a golden crown.

 The crown is made of gold, with a ruby ​​the size of a dove egg inlaid on the top.

Look carefully, and you will see that there are several giant dragons of different shapes carved on the edge of the crown, spitting out dragon flames with their fangs and claws spread out.

In full view of everyone, the old noble raised his crown with both hands and shouted with great respect: "Dear Dragon King, this coronation crown from the Free Fortress period is dedicated to you, who is of noble blood."

The representative of the Elephant Party also knelt on the ground and trembled: "I also ask you to serve as the supreme governor of Volantis and restore the glory of the Free Fortress Empire."

 As the words fell, the black-robed figure on the dragon's head finally made some move.

Rhaegar woke up from his slumber, still sitting, his eyes falling on the ancient crown.

 The crown is a bit old, and the carvings on the exterior are a little blurry, full of the atmosphere of time.

Legs changed from sitting cross-legged to stretching and bending. Rhaegar straightened his back and said calmly: "This is the crown of an empire and can only be worn on the head of the emperor."

　　The country of Old Valyria was called the Freehold Empire.

 But the empire had no emperor or king, instead forty dragon king families elected the highest consul.

Rhaegar's words are misleading.

The old noble held his crown high and shouted sincerely: "You are the emperor of Volantis!"

Hearing this, Rhaegar glanced at the crowd calmly, without any urgent response.

The red-robed witch was very discerning. She knelt down with a bang and said incitingly: "Your Highness, the Dragon King, please be crowned under the gaze of the King of Light!"

With one person taking the lead, the largest number of civilians and slaves quickly knelt down and echoed.

 Members of the tiger and elephant parties dared not speak out in anger and fell to their knees.

Rhaegar saw all this and laughed secretly.

 These are all discussed in advance.

 He served as the supreme consul of Volantis for a day, judging the remaining forces.

Faced by the threat of the dragon, the two parties, the tiger and the elephant, must fully cooperate.

 Accordingly, Rhaegar resigned one day later and chose three new consuls.

In this exchange of interests, Rega gained fame and fortune, and won the recognition of the people at the bottom.

At the same time, at least one consul can be supported to intervene in Volantis's political power.

Looking at the people who were loudly begging for his coronation, Rhaegar sighed inwardly and smiled: "Malachor, thank you for your death."

Had it not been for the assassinated Tiger Party Archon, he would not have had the chance to sweep across Volantis in a legitimate manner.

　　Patting the holed black robe, Rhaegar stood up slowly.

With a swish sound, the dragon claws from his waist were pulled out.

The Valyrian steel sword glowing with cold light was raised high, shining in the light of the morning sun, and fearless will burst out.

The shouts under the black wall suddenly fell silent, and tens of thousands of pairs of expectant eyes looked at the silver-haired boy above the giant dragon.

 “Everyone, thank you for your trust.”

Rhaegar looked around the audience with his purple eyes and said calmly: "But I come from Westeros, and there is a real kingdom waiting for me to govern, so I cannot protect Volantis with all my heart."

As soon as this statement came out, the people couldn't help but look disappointed and talked about it.

Who wouldn't want to live under the rule of a powerful, benevolent Dragon King?

"but!"

Rega controlled his emotions accurately and drew his attention again with a loud shout.

The cold dragon claw sword pointed forward, one hand patted his chest, and his voice was like a bell: "At this moment, I will become your emperor and eradicate evil for you!"

 (End of this chapter)

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