Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 334

Chapter 334 Vhagar and the Blood Worms

Rhaegar raised his chin and stretched out the wooden lance as far as he could.

"work hard."

Rhaenyra raised the corners of her mouth slightly, lowered her body and threw out the wreath.

The red garland accurately holstered the lance, dripping down onto the base of the lance.

Helena pouted and leaned on the guardrail with dim eyes.

Rhaenyra looked sideways for a moment, noticing the little girl's loneliness. She picked up her white wreath and threw it out again. She said calmly: "Double encouragement, don't live up to our expectations."

Helena's eyes widened immediately, her round purple eyes flickering between her brother and sister.

Rhaegar took back his lance and smiled brightly: "I will fulfill my mission."

Rhaenyra took Helena's hand with a smile on her face, and the two sisters walked to the front row and sat down.

 The fat referee struck the gong again, announcing the start of the second round of charges.

Rhaegar was startled. He quickly gave up the attack and pulled the reins with his lance hand.

 “Get down!”

 “Drive!”

 With a curse in his heart, Rhaegar became angry.

His shield was also shattered, and his left arm was scratched by a lance. Fortunately, the armor was well protected.

 Not to mention that this martial arts tournament is just to prepare for the eldest son's coming of age ceremony. Harwin's state is very wrong.

I didn't expect that the opponent would be able to dodge such a sudden sneak attack.

 With much anticipation, the fat referee sounded the gong and the two horses charged together.

boom-

With the trampling of horse hooves, the drummers surrounding the audience beat the drums and accompanied the trumpet to push the atmosphere to a climax.

Halwin shouted loudly, completely ignoring that the front door was wide open, and swung his lance down suddenly, stumbling against the opponent's galloping horse's legs.

Leonor's brows knitted together, worry flashed in his eyes, but to no avail.

Halwin roared angrily, whipping his horse and quickly turning around to charge without even taking his shield.

 The fighting is still going on in the jousting arena.

On the other side, Harwin's lance didn't have time to touch him. He hurriedly raised his shield to block the incoming lance, and almost fell off his horse under the huge force.

 Turn the horse's head and ride back to the end of the isolation fence to wait for the duel.

This time, the black armor and the silver armor quickly pressed forward, like two meteors colliding.

On the high platform, Viserys was filled with astonishment and couldn't help but look back at Leonor.

Halwin is covered in iron armor, and his faceplate tightly covers his gray-blue eyes, exuding a fierce aura.

After half a month of indulging her temper, her mood changed slightly, and she felt calm and a little more generous.

Rhaegar's eyes flickered, his lance was steady in his hand, and he bowed his waist as the horse galloped.

Looking at that posture, it looks like he is fighting for his life.

Black armor and silver armor intertwined, aiming at each other's chests, stabbing out thick lances.

  He is a dragon master. He is not very proficient in horseback archery among knights, and can barely make it to the top.

The shield that Lei Jia protected on his chest shattered and exploded. His figure suddenly swayed and he continued to ride his horse to reach the finish line.

 The next second.

Harwin, who was rushing past, suddenly turned back and looked at this scene in disbelief.

Be impartial and pick the right seat next to Jenny.

Rhaegar turned his horse's head, casually took the three-red dragon emblem shield thrown by the attendant, raised his lance and charged.

 At the time of the collision, Rhaegar stretched out his lance and aimed it at the opponent's breastplate, with his shield covering his front.

 This was due to Rhaegar's unwavering presence.

 At the competition ground, the duel is about to begin.

The silver-white war horse slowed down after jumping. Rega suddenly looked back, his eyes were cold.

 “Okay! It's a dirty trick.”

The bright silver war horse raised its head and neighed, raised its front hooves neatly, and stepped over the lance with its hind hooves, avoiding the thrilling blow.

 Hunting is an illegal move prohibited in any tourney.

The war horse is galloping and charging. If the horse stumbles on its leg, both the man and the horse will be thrown out immediately. Broken arms and legs will be light.

On the high platform, Viserys glared angrily and banged the table.

It is really audacious to dare to play dirty tricks on the crown prince.

This contest is over, and Harwin can be laid off as commander of the city guard.

 In the row of seats in front of her, Rhaenyla opened her mouth slightly and looked at this scene in shock.

Halwin remembered his father's advice and was always cautious in his words and deeds, and he was always loyal to her.

How dare you attack Rhaegar in a tournament.

“Didn't he listen to you?” Helena turned around and asked with an angry face.

Rhaenyra's face darkened, and she gritted her teeth and said, "I haven't gone out during this time, how could I know?"

In the adjacent seats, Jenny and other female spectators covered their mouths and exclaimed, their hearts beating unconsciously.

Just two rounds of charging, it feels more exciting than the nine battles in the previous game.

 At the competition ground, the gongs and drums sounded for the third time.

Rhaegar gave a low shout and immediately galloped, his lance raised low to his lower abdomen.

Halwin charged at the same time, his eyes were bloodshot, and he kept slapping the horse on his crotch.

Within a few breaths, the two faced each other again.

Halwin's eyes were fierce, and he aimed his lance at the opponent's chest, intending to knock him away with one blow.

 This is his ultimate move. The last time he used it, he hit his opponent's bones, earning him the nickname "Bone Crusher".

Rhaegar's face was as cold as frost, and his eyes were straight against it.

Outside the field, thousands of spectators watched at the same time, holding their breath to watch the final showdown.

 In the bottom of their hearts, they hoped to see the crown prince defeated in the first round of challenge and make a joke that would go down in history.

 In the field, black armor and white helmets clashed with each other, and something unexpected happened.

Halwin thrust out his lance, intending to win the duel in one go.

Unexpectedly, Rhaegar hooked his feet into the stirrups, dexterously lying back on the horse's back, and the tip of the lance leaning on his waist was cocked.

There was a muffled bang, followed by a silver-gray figure flying out.

Facing an opponent flat on the horse's back, Harwin had no time to react. His left shoulder hit the opponent's upturned lance, and he immediately broke away from the horse's back and flew backwards seven or eight meters away.

Amidst the exclamations of the audience, Harwin fell to the muddy ground with a thud, thanks to the cushioning force of his thick armor.

 “Hurry, come forward.”

 The attendants and the bachelor hurriedly ran over, helped Harwin who had fallen off his horse, and started to inspect it.

 “Get out of here, I'm fine!”

Halwin fell so hard that stars appeared in his eyes. He pushed the attendant in front of him to the ground and got up unsteadily.

 Raise your right hand and move it freely.

 As he raised his left hand again, a severe pain hit his heart.

 “Hiss!”

Halwin gritted his teeth and took a breath. Looking down at the deep dent in the left shoulder blade, he felt as if the bones in his shoulder blade and arm were cracked.

He raised his eyes to see Rhaegar straightening his back on horseback in the distance, and shouted: "Give me the sword!"

　　An attendant with a three-color stripe mark on his chest held a half-hand sword and hurriedly handed it over.

Seeing this, the obese referee banged the gong and shouted: "Contestant Harwin Strong wishes to continue competing with weapons!"

Lega Youzai rode a white horse, looking down at the menacing Harwin, his eyes gradually became dangerous.

 He had shown mercy, and the shot was not aimed at the opponent's throat or head.

 “No matter the reason, this trend cannot last long!”

  Turning over and dismounting, Rhaegar took off the helmet that blocked his vision and waved to the attendant.

 The attendant ran over quickly and handed over the sword True Fire.

Rhaegar glanced at him and shouted: "Get the battle axe!"

The Valyrian steel sword is so tough that it still cannot break through thick steel armor.

 He needs weapons that are violent enough.

On the high platform, the atmosphere solidified at this moment, and everyone stared solemnly at the competition ground.

Lin Man, who was crowded in the back seat, raised his eyebrows and called over a young attendant with a roaring lion in his chest. He took out a golden dragon from his pocket and whispered: "I bet on fifteen golden dragons, Prince Rhaegar." win."

Viserys' ears moved slightly and he heard whispers behind him.

 He also wanted to bet some golden dragons on his eldest son, but he was very angry now and was not suitable for such a thing.

Leonor lowered his head and apologized: "Your Majesty, Harwin..."

“It's okay, as long as it's a fair competition, everything is within reasonable limits.”

 Viserys waved his hand, trying to contain his anger.

 He made it very clear that a fair fight is all, and no more dirty tricks are allowed.

There is no way, what his good brother Damon loved to do in the past was to play dirty tricks in the martial arts tournament and create powerful opportunities for himself.

 Feng shui is changing, and it is not easy to favor the eldest son now.

 Looking back to the competition ground.

Rhaegar discarded his shield and lance, carrying a cold iron battle ax half a man's height in his right hand, and two wreaths on his left wrist.

"ah!"

Halwin roared angrily and charged forward with a sword in one hand.

Rhaegar sneered at the corner of his mouth, turned the battle ax with a flexible wrist, bent his knees sideways and struck the opponent's leg socket with the axe.

The cold ax blade sank into the steel leg armor, and traces of blood spurted out.

 Suddenly, Harwin screamed miserably, and his clothes were wet with cold sweat.

His leg was injured, and he staggered to the ground on one knee. He stabbed half of his sword into the ground to keep himself from falling.

 Rhaegar looked at him coldly, whipped out his battle ax, and then slashed at Harwin's exposed back armor.

He is not good at riding, and he has few opponents in melee combat.

Hang!

The ax blade sank deeply again, and a groove was cut out of the heavy armor. When the ax blade was pulled out, a piece of isolation layer scraped out.

His back was hit hard. Even though Harwin had armor to block it, his internal organs were shaking and he couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood.

The whole person lost all strength in an instant, and his limp face hit the ground.

Rega stretched out his foot and kicked him over. The ax blade displayed by Han Mang pointed at the opponent's chest and said coldly: "Admit defeat!"

 “Bah!”

Halwin spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with stubbornness.

 “Well done.”

 Rhaegar grinned, not wanting to stop at all, he raised his battle ax and struck the opponent's breastplate quickly and hard.

Harwin groaned, his face turned red from holding back, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

 Before the referee announced the end, Rhaegar drew out the ax blade and slashed again at the right leg that had been chopped once.

 Without armor protection, the ax blade reaches directly into the flesh, and the sound of cracking bones can be heard clearly.

 “No, no, no, prince, you have won!”

The fat referee was panicked and quickly asked someone to stop Rega from continuing to attack.

 Several attendants rushed in front of him. Rhaegar threw away the **** battle ax and gasped: "Don't stop me, I know the severity."

It's just that half of the collarbone and a leg bone were broken, and it would be fine to find a bachelor to calmly treat it for three to five years.

Ignoring the attendants and bachelors who carried away Harwin, who was seriously injured and unconscious, Rhaegar walked back to the white horse, got on the horse and planned to leave.

Harwin's hostility is abnormal. He must go to Tormund to ask in detail.

 After a moment of silence, the audience burst into fierce applause, everyone cheering and shouting for the victorious crown prince.

The knightly duel and the weapon duel are all eye-catching. The moment the crown prince wields the battle ax, he seems to be a "warrior" descending to earth, mixed with unstoppable power.

 “Hiss…”

While everyone was cheering, a high-pitched dragon roar suddenly appeared, coming from the God Eye Lake Monster.

Rhaegar frowned slightly and looked up at the sky.

 A scarlet behemoth broke through the clouds and swooped across the contest venue, swept by the strong wind.

 He has a towering head, a snake-like slender body, and a pair of broad red wings...

 Blood Worm—Colaxio.

 “Colaxio, land!”

The man's magnetic command sounded on the dark red back scales. Korakxiu stretched his long neck and let out a sharp scream. His body was in a vertical position, flapped his wings, and slowly lowered his height.

 “Hiss!…”

At this moment, another dragon roar as heavy as thunder resounded through the clouds, and the thin clouds and mist on the horizon dispersed, revealing a huge green dragon shadow.

A pair of cold amber vertical pupils, the scales are as thick as steel plates due to age, the body is like an endless oasis, and the broad wings are like the exhausted desert on both sides of the oasis, covering everyone's head.

　　One of the three first-generation Targaryen dragons, Vhagar.

Vhagar's body appears bulky, but it cannot hide the fact that he is huge.

Hirled around the competition ground and back, choosing the location where the glutton landed before and slowly descending.

The nobles, big and small, in the audience were uneasy, covering their faces and skirts to resist the gusts of wind.

The Targaryen rule is too strong, and huge dragons emerge one after another, so that no one with evil intentions dares to act rashly.

Boom—

Colaksio happened to land on the competition field. The special hind feet with growing and contracting wing membranes landed first, and the wide wings supported the trunk.

On the dragon's back, Daemon raised his head proudly, wearing a jet-black dragon-patterned armor and a red cape behind his back.

About a month ago, his dragon recovered from its injuries and was once again carrying the knight-errant prince into the skies.

 “Hiss…”

 Colakxiu and the driver had a mind-to-heart connection, his eyes locked on the silver-haired boy on the other side of the competition field, he opened his dragon's kiss and let out a sharp scream.

One person and one dragon encountered each other's poisonous hands one after another, holding back a breath of bad breath.

 A dozen meters away.

Rhaegar had already anticipated this. He pulled the scarlet cloak behind his back to cover the horse's head, and tightened the reins to control the white horse.

The roaring sound mixed with the smelly wind blew towards his face. Rhaegar raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and calmly looked at his good uncle.

Want to ride a dragon to scare the white horse, causing you to fall off the horse and make a fool of yourself?

That can't be done!

The roar was fleeting, and Corak Xiu looked down at the towering silver-haired boy with ferocious eyes.

On the black iron saddle on the dragon's back, Damon narrowed his eyes and looked down at his good nephew.

For a moment, the uncle and nephew looked at each other, and there seemed to be firelight splashing between their eyes.

 (End of this chapter)

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