Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 284

Chapter 284: Binding Spell

Looking at the remains of the giant dragon, Rhaegar was a little disappointed: "He didn't run out, he died."

 He cherishes the life of every dragon.

It is not easy for an adult dragon to survive. It did not die on the battlefield, nor did it end its life. Instead, it died in the collapsed dragon's lair.

In Rhaegar's opinion, this ending was unworthy of any adult dragon.

“Sir, there is another passage in the corner of the cave.”

 The alert mercenaries shouted loudly.

Rhaegar walked down from the dragon's remains and said calmly: "I know, you guys need to find out the situation first."

The remains of the giant dragon are not far from the deep pool, and the dark dragon tail bone hangs in the water.

Rhaegar nimbly climbed up the rubble and came face to face with the dragon's skull with intertwined fangs.

 The dragon's appearance in life would have been similar to that of Vermithor or Melias.

Rhaegar peered silently, his eyes flowing on the green dragon egg and the stone wall.

After a while, the mercenary who was scouting the road hurried back and said anxiously: "Sir, I found a man in black robes!"

The deep pool suddenly stirred up a wave, and the water was completely covered with a shadow.

Outside the passage is a stone palace similar to a dragon's lair hall.

Rhaegar ignored the noise and his eyes fell on the Shadowbinder's skinny hands raised above his head.

After waiting for a few seconds, there was no sound in his ears, and Lei Jia reluctantly took back his hand.

 He was mumbling words, as if he was reciting strange scriptures.

 The sound of running water heard is the tributary of the underground river in the crack.

 If conditions permit, he wants to cut off the dragon's cervical vertebrae and bring the dragon head back to King's Landing for collection.

 After walking some distance, a dim light appeared in front of my eyes.

 A round of stone attack, killing and wounding more than a dozen people.

Rhaegar gave up the idea of ​​taking away the dragon head and asked quickly: "Are you sure it's the Shadowbinder?"

Hold a green dragon egg covered in dragon dung in his left hand, and lay a yellowed parchment book flat on his right hand.

 They would never have entered the ruins by chance.

Rhaegar took the lead, followed closely by more than thirty mercenaries holding torches.

Raising his hand to signal the mercenaries to slow down, Rhaegar walked to the edge of the passage softly.

On the other side, Rhaegar was walking in the passage, and the sound of rushing water could be heard faintly in his ears.

 “Lead the way, no one of the Shadowbinders can be spared.”

 It was too far away, and he couldn't see the dragon egg clearly. It felt no different from the dragon egg fossils excavated previously.

 When the group of people entered the passage inside the stone wall, the cave returned to a lifeless silence.

 The horn crown on the dragon's head is relatively dense, and there are also some bone spurs on the cervical vertebrae.

Looking at the ferocious dragon skull in front of him, Rega calmly reached out to touch it.

At this time, a thin figure wearing a black robe and a red paint mask faced the entrance of the passage and faced a still intact stone wall.

As the Shadowbinder recited the incantation, the parchment automatically moved without wind, and wisps of black smoke emerged, covering the plane of the carved stone wall.

 Before Rhaegar could give the order, a sound of foreign language like a devil's whisper came into his ears.

Shadowbinders are a group of shadow followers of Asshai, and they always move about strangely.

“What a pity.” Rhaegar blinked and compared the size of the dragon's head with his hands.

 Involves the inheritance of the Dragon King and cannot be explored by outsiders.

“Probably, wearing a black robe and a red mask.” The mercenary swallowed, feeling a little nervous.

 “Sure enough, there is still a fish that slipped through the net.”

 Sure enough, a dragon bone with an unknown reputation does not meet the conditions for exploring relics.

The floor inside the palace was cracked in the middle, like a deep canyon, leading behind the shattered walls.

This giant dragon is not small. One skull alone is as big as a small bedroom. It may not be enough for seven or eight people to hold hands and surround it.

The main hall is supported by several stone pillars. Now more than half of the stone pillars have been broken, and the roof of the hall has also collapsed and exposed the soil.

 “There is an underground river at the end of the passage.” He thought silently.

Rhaegar jumped down from the rocks and pulled out the dragon claw from his waist.

 The walls of the palace were squeezed and deformed by external forces, and the dense patterns carved on the surrounding stone walls could be vaguely detected under the dust.

 He wanted to try whether the dragon remains could trigger the explorer mission.

 The carvings on the stone wall shocked him greatly.

 The pattern is first fourteen simple peaks, then a group of shepherds, giant dragons...

 The carvings recording the history piece by piece were completed, and cuts appeared on the top and bottom of the stone wall, divided into two parts: patterns and text.

Rhaegar recognized the text below as pure High Valyrian.

 Limited by the distance, he could not see most of the words clearly.

 But he could see the big characters at the top clearly.

“Belerys…taming the dragon…binding spell…”

 Suddenly, Rega's mind was flooded with thoughts, and a ray of light flickered in his eyes.

 When he was taught by the maester of the city as a child, he saw and heard many speculations about ancient Valyria.

 For example, dragon kings tame dragons.

The academicians of the city infer from ancient books that are rare and lacking in evidence that the Dragon King family possesses some kind of magic that can make dragons obey instructions.

 This magic is recorded in ancient books as "Binding Curse".

Rhaegar read through the ancient books and knowledge of the "Dianliga" family and learned about the existence of the "Dragon Horn".

 In some key passages, the existence of the "binding curse" is vaguely revealed.

 Dianliga and the Beleris family are both among the top Dragon King families, so it is not surprising that they have such "powerful" magic spells and props.

The blame can only be blamed on Targaryen not being strong enough to access this level.

Legend took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and secretly made up his mind: "Whether it's true or not, I must get the binding spell."

 The family's dragon masters and dragons are far from enough to subdue the people of Westeros, or even the continent of Essos.

If he can obtain the binding spell, Targaryen may not be able to regain the glory of the top dragon king family.

 “Are there any more arrows?”

Rega lowered his voice and waved behind him. The commander quickly took off the long bow from his back, searched for two arrows and handed them over, and whispered: "Sir, the arrows have just been shot out, these are the only two left."

Rhaegar took it quickly and said confidently: "That's enough."

 He is proficient in swordsmanship and spearmanship, and has never fallen behind in riding and shooting.

Moving slowly, Rhaegar opened a relatively powerful longbow and aimed the arrow at the unsuspecting Shadowbinder.

 It is unwise to have a head-on conflict, but it is better to hurt people from behind.

Crunch—

 Pulling the bow made a strange sound, and the Shadowbinder, who had his back to the entrance of the passage, suddenly turned his head, and shouted loudly from behind the strange dark red mask: "Who's there!"

The bow string trembled, the iron tip of the arrow flashed with cold light, and it shot out quickly.

Shadowbinder had no time to dodge, and was hit by an arrow in the chest. The huge force knocked the whole person away, and hit the stone wall with a thud.

"kill him!"

Rhaegar shouted coldly, drew his bow with the only arrow left and fired.

The mercenaries rushed out of the passage in a swarm, carrying scimitars and killing the Shadowbinder who was almost nailed to the stone wall.

 “Ahem…”

Shadowbinder slumped on the floor, blood flowing under his dark red mask, and his pair of cloudy pupils looked resentfully at the group of people who suddenly appeared.

 “The Lord of Light will not forgive you, you all deserve to die.”

 Shadowbinder coughed out a mouthful of blood, wiped it with his hand, and spread it on the crooked mask.

 The second arrow flew out and accurately targeted the Shadowbinder's head.

 The arrow is about to hit, and a sudden change occurs.

 The mask string on the Shadowbinder's face broke, and the dark red mask fell away naturally.

 Before the paint-red mask landed, a shadow surged out from under the floor, surrounding the mask and rising into the air.

 The next second, the shadow turned into a humanoid shadow with intact limbs and a dark red mask.

As the arrow approached, the shadow took out a thick sword from the Shadowbinder's arms, and swung the sword to cut off the arrow.

 “Strange...monster!”

 “Be careful, it's the Shadowbinder's shadow magic...”

　　The charging mercenaries paused in their steps, fearful and did not dare to step forward.

 After the apocalypse, magic disappeared from the eyes of the world.

 Suddenly an evil shadow appeared, frightening all the mercenaries who dared to fight and kill.

"Don't be afraid, shadows don't dare to get close to the flames, kill the shadowbinders!"

Seeing that the situation was at a stalemate, Rhaegar shouted loudly to boost morale.

Him himself was not idle either, discarding the useless long bow and striding toward the shadow.

The dragon claw in his hand was raised forward, the torch was rubbed against the sword body, and flames instantly surrounded the long sword.

The employer was so brave that the mercenaries renewed their drums and drove them to wave their scimitars with ferocity and surrounded the shadow and the shadowbinder.

After summoning the shadow, the Shadowbinder seemed to have paid a certain price. His strong bow was at the end of his crossbow, and he huddled under the black robe.

"kill him!"

 The commander roared angrily and rushed towards the limp Shadowbinder.

Suddenly, the shadow looked forward, and the dark red mask seemed to let out a silent roar.

 When he looked at it again, a shadow appeared beside the commander like a glide, and the heavy sword slashed violently.

 The running commander was beheaded, and blood splashed out from his neck like a fountain.

This is not over yet.

 Shadows dodged one after another, approaching the mercenaries who dared to step forward, ruthlessly harvesting the lives.

 “Hold your torches, it dare not come near the flames!”

Rhaegar shouted hurriedly to slow down the innocent casualties.

The mercenaries reacted, gathered together and waved torches, seeing the firelight shining on the shadow.

 The shadow was like a mouse seeing a cat. It raised its heavy sword to cover the red mask and quickly distanced itself.

 “Where to run!”

Rhaegar shouted loudly, rushed over with a flaming sword, and swept across the shadows.

 Under the firelight, the shadows were briefly stiff.

Like cutting off a page of paper, the dragon's claw penetrated the shadow's waist and split it into two.

"go to hell!"

Rhaegar ignored the two twisted bodies of the shadow and stabbed the red mask with his sword.

The Pyromancer talent is activated, and the magic power in the blood is quickly drawn.

The blazing flames erupted, swallowing up the dark red mask and its two shadows.

 Zilala…

There was a sound of burning grease, the paint-red mask burned to ashes, the shadow melted into dots of mucus, and finally dried up and disappeared.

Pulling out the dragon's claw, Rhaegar's hands were wrapped in flames, and his eyes were cold.

 Under this kind of gaze, the mercenaries' hearts trembled and they subconsciously retreated.

Rhaegar gasped and said in a cold voice: "Arrest the Shadowbinder, I want to interrogate him personally."

This group of shadowbinders must know something.

Moreover, this shadowbinder masters the witchcraft of summoning shadows, so his status must be higher.

 “Yes, my lord.”

 The mercenaries did not dare to neglect and hurriedly captured the Shadowbinder who had lost the ability to resist.

 Lega exhaled deeply and looked down to see the heavy sword used by the shadow.

The sword body has a cold light and is densely covered with water ripples.

 The tail of the hilt is made of gold and carved into the shape of a lion's head.

 (End of this chapter)

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