Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 363

Chapter 363 Blood Sowing

On the top of the towering Dragon Mountain, a giant dragon as black as coal roared into the sky, fluttering its strong body and spreading its wide wings.

Fluttering its wings, the giant dragon lowered its head and swooped down, its green vertical pupils locked onto the open space below.

Rhaegar stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe blowing in the strong wind.

A few meters behind him, a group of **** with different faces wearing coarse linen clothes huddled together to keep warm.

The glutton circled the sky, its wings gradually folded in, and its huge body landed on the earth with a crash.

 In an instant, gravel flew and dust flew everywhere.

Gluttony roared, his wings supported the ground and he straightened up, his ferocious dragon head covering the driver's figure.

 “Good fellow.”

Rhaegar smiled, stretched out his hand to rub the pitch-black scales, and his hands were as cold as steel plates.

 Slowly turned around, glanced at the dozen illegitimate children, and said calmly: "Do you want a dragon?"

　　Wow!

The **** breathed heavily and stared closely at the glutton as big as a mountain, the desire in their eyes almost solidifying.

That's a dragon!

 For illegitimate children born into families of fishermen and herders, it is simply the key to power and wealth.

　　This key is occasionally glanced at, but it will never fall into their hands.

Even, they are not even qualified to touch.

 Lega looked calm, waiting for someone to express his position.

 Being able to be brought before their eyes by Tormund, these **** know what will happen.

Sure enough, the first bird to stand out immediately appeared.

 “Prince, I want a dragon!”

In the crowd, a strong silver-haired man with a height of two meters and broad shoulders pushed aside the people around him and walked out in long strides.

The strong man has a young face, his two exposed arms are thick and powerful, and his hands are covered with calluses left by swinging a hammer.

Rhaegar looked at it and asked, "What's your name?"

The strong man walked two meters in front of Rega in one breath, knelt down on one knee respectfully, and said in a rough voice, "My name is Xiu Fu Weishui, a humble blacksmith in the town."

Rhaegar nodded lightly, looked at the group of illegitimate children again, and said calmly: "Is he the only one who wants a dragon?"

"And I!"

A thin man with silver-blonde curly hair shouted loudly, and struggled to squeeze out of the crowd regardless of his unkempt appearance.

With him, there was a young man with pale hair and sloppy steps.

Rhaegar looked at it and asked for his name as usual.

The thin man knelt down on one knee, raised his slightly handsome face, and said excitedly: "Prince, my name is Tristan Weishui, and I participated in the Second Stone Step Islands War."

As he spoke, he hit his left leg which was slightly sloping and proved: "This is an injury I suffered in the battle with the pirates of the Three Women Kingdom, and I became disabled."

Rhaegar looked him up and down, frowning slightly.

He has a skinny body, smells of alcohol, is missing his ring finger and little finger on his left hand, and is missing his little finger on his right hand. He doesn't look like a serious person.

　　Tormund reminded me: "An old gambler, whose fingers were chopped off due to debts, his performance on the battlefield is remarkable."

Rhaegar nodded and looked at another white-haired young man.

“Prince, my name is Ulf, and I participated in the Second Stepstone War.”

The white-haired young man was extremely nervous. He swallowed and introduced tremblingly.

　　Tormund continued to specify: "A drunkard who went to war for money."

Rhaegar knew everything and was not biased.

No matter what the illegitimate son's character is, he will not hesitate to reward him as long as he can bring back the wild dragon Mogul.

Rhaegar scanned them one by one and said seriously: "I believe you have heard that the kingdom is about to start another war with the Three Women's Kingdom."

 The illegitimate children looked at each other, wondering whether they should respond.

Rhaegar didn't care and said loudly: "There is an ownerless Targaryen dragon in Lys. Your task is to bring that dragon back and bring it to me!"

 Isn't it necessary to [sow in blood]?

Then he would also put some illegitimate children with stronger bloodlines in there, and they would have the same probability of taming Mogul.

There is not much difference between the Valyrian descendants and illegitimate children in the Three Women Kingdom.

 At least the **** still have something to belong to, Targaryen, who has provided them with shelter and money.

If successful, both titles and fiefs can be given away.

 He just needs to wait to see if the illegitimate son who rides the dragon comes back to claim the reward.

 Only one o'clock, the moment the dragon lands in Westeros, immediately imprison it in the dragon's lair!

Hearing that they could tame a dragon in an honest way, and that there were gold and silver treasures waiting for them, the illegitimate children's eyes lit up.

Not only the three monks, but also a dozen illegitimate children all knelt down and actively applied to go to Lys.

An illegitimate child has a humble life and does not care about life or death.

Whoever can tame the dragon will fly into the sky immediately.

This deal is worth it!

Rhaegar's lips curved into a smile, and his eyes signaled Tormund to do it, and he climbed up the dragon's back on the ladder.

The glutton raised its head and roared, spreading its broad black wings hundreds of meters, and leapt into the sky.

 In front of a group of illegitimate children, he perfectly explained what a true dragon is.

 Time flies, and three days pass.

 Stone Step Islands, Gray Gallows Island.

A dragon roar like a bell resounded throughout the island, and a huge black dragon soared into the sky, swooping down and spraying green dragon flames.

 “Dragon Flame!”

Following the young man's instructions, the dragon flames continued and spread like ink.

Under the dragon flames, a dozen pirate ships flying the flag of the Three Women's Kingdom were destroyed and instantly ignited with green fire.

On the beach, pirates who had arrived on the island one step ahead swarmed up.

 Fortunately, a watchtower was built on the island and horses were placed, and the pirates were briefly stopped by arrows.

 “Dragon Flame!”

Rhaegar was riding on the back of the dragon, giving instructions expressionlessly.

Glutton turned around, his dark body swooping down to face the steel spears fired by dozens of scorpion crossbows, and all the dragon flames turned into molten iron. Occasionally, one or two fine steel spears fell into the net, clanking against the pitch-black scales, and then flew away due to the force of the impact, without breaking the defense at all.

The green dragon flames sprayed the pirate ship in a series, burying all the pirates and scorpion crossbows on the ship in a sea of ​​fire.

The long and thick dragon tail broke off a ship's mast and smashed it into the sea, causing waves to roll.

Swooped up and soared over the beach, and the green dragon flames swept away the remaining soldiers.

 After a while, the battlefield began to be cleaned.

　　The Glutton landed on the beach, and Rhaegar sat on the dragon's back, overlooking the busy soldiers below.

Robb, dressed in silver-gray armor, came forward.

Rhaegar asked: "How many more do we have?"

"The two large islands combined are less than five hundred." Robb looked heavy.

If it weren't for the Crown Prince and the Glutton, it would be absolutely impossible for this small number of manpower to stop the three women's country's attacks one after another.

Rhaegar breathed out and said: "It doesn't matter, Daemon goes to attack Tyrosh, and Lord Corliss leads the main fleet to attack Lys. We will see the result soon."

"I hope so."

Robb nodded heavily and turned to direct the nearby soldiers to carry the body.

 The city-state is dominated by white stone and gray stone buildings, and watchtowers all over the city are strictly guarded.

On the west side of the port, a dome building that was temporarily converted into an arena stands, with the bronze gate tightly closed.

 There is something special inside the building.

  In a dark enclosed space, more than a dozen bonfire pots provide light, and no wind noise leaks out.

"Roar…"

The roar echoed in waves, and from time to time a burst of hot air was set off, carrying the pungent smell of sulfur.

Deep in the space, a huge creature nearly sixty meters in length was lying on the stone slab, its huge head drooped on the ground, and it was breathing heavily through its nose.

Silver-black scales all over the body, gray mist-like wing membranes...

And, a huge dragon head with intertwined fangs, and a thick and long dragon tail that is missing half of its tail tip.

The dragon's head is not only unusually large, but also covered with very dense scales. It has two thick gray-white dragon horns that bend backwards on its head, and its lower jaw has dense and sharp horns.

 A pair of terrifying fangs, which when opened and closed look like a giant knife, capable of crushing rocks and steel.

 And on this giant silver-black dragon, there are dense chains tied around it.

 The neck and feet were shackled, and chains as thick as one person were tied to the ground. No matter how hard the dragon struggled, it could not escape.

 “Mogul, accept my orders.”

　　A middle-aged man with long silver hair spoke tremblingly, hunched over and slowly approached the bound dragon.

 In his hand, he also held a goat.

It seems that he wants to feed the dragon before training it to gain favor with him.

Mogul closed his eyes tightly and lay motionless on the ground, not wanting to pay attention to anyone.

 “Good dragon...let me touch you...”

The silver-haired middle-aged man got closer and closer, and when he saw that the wild dragon had not attacked yet, he couldn't help but smile.

The goat barked and scurried around in panic.

 “Quiet, you beast!” The silver-haired middle-aged man was startled, lowering his head and scolding the goat.

Phew! call!

At this moment, a shadow enveloped the top of the head, and the surrounding air became hot in vain.

The silver-haired middle-aged man's body stiffened, and he didn't even care about the fleeing goat. He raised his head tremblingly.

A huge silver-black dragon head hung in the air, with dark vertical pupils looking down indifferently, and he punched his nose heavily.

 Soon.

 “Hiss!”

The fang-covered dragon's kiss opened to its limit, and the smoke-like gray dragon flames accumulated, drowning the dragon tamer in an instant.

Even the poor goat that ran a hundred meters away could not escape the pursuit of the dragon flames and turned into a charred skeleton.

Mogul roared low and shook the dragon's head in annoyance. His neck and body shook together, and the chains all over his body rattled.

 “The ferocious wild dragon!”

At the door of the building, a man and a woman witnessed it, with a dozen mercenaries blocking their way.

The man has black hair and brown skin, rough facial features, and exudes a mixture of toughness and wisdom.

 Governor of Rees—Bambaro Bazane.

　　Bambaro's eyes were solemn: “Bring a dragon tamer.”

 A mercenary retreated, and soon a thin boy with short silver-blond hair came up.

 Thanks a thousand times, the thin boy held a raw fish in his hand and walked towards the depths with trembling legs.

 The only beautiful woman turned her head and said, "Another snack for the dragon."

 The woman has a graceful figure, wearing a silk robe to cover up her uneven curves.

 She has long curly black hair that reaches her waist, fair and tender skin, and a very elegant and pure face.

Ban Luoba chuckled: "I didn't expect Black Swan to have a soft heart."

Johanna glanced at him and said calmly: "The Iron Throne's fleet is divided into two groups. The strongest Velaryon fleet is approaching Lys. You should think of a countermeasure."

Pan Luoba's eyes were fierce and he said in a deep voice: "Scorpion crossbows are deployed inside and outside the city, and a hundred warships are gathered outside the port. I have borrowed so much money from the Iron Bank, and I must tame the wild dragon!"

 In order to master a dragon, he has already spent a lot of money.

Seeing that the persuasion was useless, Johanna pursed her lips and smiled softly: "I have returned to the Perfume Garden, and the governor of Volantis is still waiting for me to entertain him."

"good."

Bambaro responded and waved his hand impatiently.

Johanna curtsied and walked out of the building.

Boom—

 The bronze door was closed again, and the young man's shrill scream could be heard faintly inside.

Johanna shook her head slightly and got into a luxury carriage.

In the car, a gorgeous woman wearing light gauze was kneeling on the floor, not daring to raise her head.

Johanna leaned lazily on the couch, twirling two roses, one black and one white, in her hand, and said lightly: "Can you contact Dragonstone Island?"

　　Johanna Swann, was kidnapped by pirates before the First Battle of the Stepstones.

His uncle, Earl Swin, was unwilling to spend money to redeem his son, so he lived in a brothel in Lys.

Relying on her beauty and wisdom, she wanders among the upper class in Reese and holds substantial power in Reese. She is known as the "Black Swan".

 (End of this chapter)

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