Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 378

Chapter 378 Bloodline—Dragonborn

"Roar…"

 The wings were broken one after another, Mogul couldn't stop his screams, and completely lost the ability to fly.

The heavy body keeps falling, and the huge mouth still bites the glutton.

 The two dragons were fighting in mid-air. Their bodies were getting lower and lower, and their falling speed suddenly increased.

 “Hiss…”

 The body was hit and fell, the glutton flapped its wings to slow down, and the green vertical eyes flashed with cruelty.

Thick claws reached forward and clasped Mogul's chest accurately, breaking through the scales and piercing into the flesh.

 In an instant, the chest tore open and bright red dragon blood spurted out.

 “No! Mogul, run away!”

 The next second.

"Roar…"

Even though the method of training the dragon was very despicable, Mogul gave him a chance to change his destiny.

 In the black fire, Rega was like a **** coming to the world, with a jet-black dragon scale growing on his left forehead.

 Poof!

The dragon's blood poured over him head-on, penetrating into Rega's ears, nose, eyes and mouth, as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood.

Green vertical pupils looked at the sky, and a reflection of Rhaegar appeared.

 Only one point.

"no no!"

Look carefully, you will see that the black robe was burned in the fire, and the body is almost naked.

Rhaegar's eyes were straightened, and the rise and fall of his chest gradually increased.

 The dragon's blood flows slowly on his body, gushing out from the glutton's shoulders and neck, and also watered by the blood of Mogul's heart.

Rhaegar was slightly absent-minded and stood up from the slimy saddle.

"Roar…"

 Zi…Zi la…

 Resolute and determined, determined to die.

 The two dragons fell up and down. Mogul was lying on his back, with the dragon's head facing him.

 “Hu~hu~”

The huge dragon's mouth locked the glutton's shoulders and neck, and it refused to let go as if it was obsessed.

Mogul's life gradually faded away. A piece of flesh and blood was ripped loose with his huge mouth, and his body fell like a reed in the wind.

 The skin was exposed, drenched with the hot dragon's blood that was emitting wisps of white smoke.

Mogul screamed, and large streams of dragon's blood spurted out from his chest, spraying all over Rhaegar.

 Lega lay on the dragon's back, panting slightly with his mouth open, his skin all red as blood.

Mogul turned a deaf ear to the driver's voice and didn't care at all.

 Falling rapidly from an altitude of hundreds of meters, the wind roared continuously.

Rhaegar opened his eyes wide, and a wisp of black fire overflowed from the corners of his eyes, swaying wildly like a firefly.

With a sudden leap, black fire ignited all over his body, wrapping his red body.

 “It's so hot, my blood is burning.”

Rhaegar's silver hair was dancing wildly, green dragon patterns appeared in his purple eyes, and a burst of magic power deep in his bones and blood surged out.

 As long as this dragon is alive, it has the value of existence.

　　It turned out that the glutton's claws dug out its chest and crushed its huge dragon heart.

 Up to this point, Mogul lost his strength, his vitality drained rapidly, and he gave up all struggle and resistance.

boom! boom!

 The dragon's blood seeped into the pores on the body, and the heart beat dull like a drum.

The jet black and silver-black dragons fell together, intertwined like two black gems closely connected.

The blood of the two giant dragons is watered and seeps into the pores of the body unconsciously.

Rhaegar perked up and stared at it.

Rhaegar's mind went blank, as if he was about to burn himself in blood.

Red-robed Belle was hanging in the air, her face full of mournful wailing.

The glutton seemed to have sensed something, and gave up tearing apart Mogul's remains, raising his head and roaring.

The ferocious mouth bit off a large piece of flesh and blood covered with dark scales, and the dark vertical pupils revealed inexplicable emotions.

Mogul kept falling, and the red-robed Belle on the dragon's back screamed in surprise.

Rhaegar lowered his head upon hearing the sound, a layer of frost forming in his eyes.

 With a raise of his right hand, the spear appeared at dawn.

 He read Mogul's emotions.

 This dragon longs for freedom. It wants to return to the Sea of ​​Smoke to live alone, rather than being tamed by humans using despicable means.

 When attacking a glutton, one is to take revenge, and the other is to want both the jade and the stone to perish together.

Rhaegar sighed in his heart and whispered: "I will help you to be free."

Ling Li held a gun in his arm, Li Ming raised it high, and aimed the tip of the gun at the red-robed figure on Mogul's back.

Electric light was projected between flint and stone, and the spearhead made of Valyrian steel glowed with cold light.

 “Mogul, don't die!”

Red-robed Belle burst into tears, clutching the silver-black back scales tightly with both hands.

 A long spear flew towards him, piercing straight through his face, shattering the back of his skull and inserting half of it into his head.

Red-robed Belle's body stiffened, her rough hands loosened, and she fell off Mogul's dragon back.

 Everything happens in an instant, like a fleeting glimpse of light.

Boom—

Mogul's body fell heavily, first hitting a high tower, and then falling to the ground in a panic.

A pair of tattered wings drooped weakly, the dragon's head fell to the ground, and the severely injured torso was covered with blood and flesh.

The tower was smashed into pieces, the tower collapsed suddenly, and the rocks buried the remains of the dragon.

 Only a huge dragon head was left exposed, Mogul's mouth was full of blood, and his dark vertical pupils gradually blurred.

"Roar…"

Mogul stared in one direction with his eyes raised, his throat rolled and he let out a last mournful scream.

 It seems like a domed dragon's cave, and it seems like a distant sea of ​​smoke.

The Glutton raised its head and roared, spreading its dark wings widely, circling in circles over Lys.

Rhaegar's face was calm, and the black fire around him faded away, revealing his white porcelain skin.

 He raised his hand and touched his left forehead, which was covered with a pitch-black scale the size of a baby's fist.

　　【Rhaegar Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)

 Handline: Dragonborn (+53%)

Runes: Ouroboros (blue), Bronze (green)

Blood Witchcraft: Blessing Charms (Blue), Forbidden Charms (Green)…

Relics: blood and fire (fire resistance +100%), true dragon's blood (fire element affinity +100%)...

Comment: "The ancient bloodline reappears in the world, the original dragon species."

Rhaegar's eyes were clear and he murmured to himself: "There has been a change in the bloodline."

The bloodline of the ancient Valyrian dragon king transformed into a "dragonborn".

 The bloodline concentration also jumped from (+49%) to (+53%).

Rhaegar's thoughts were spinning and he silently speculated: "The concentration of the bloodline exceeded half, and the name also changed accordingly?"

 Looking carefully, the "Pyromancer" and "Longevity" in the talent column disappeared for no reason.

 The "Blood and Fire" and "True Dragon's Blood" in the relic column are both increased from (+50%) to (+100%).

 “Appears to have completely transformed.”

 Lega has mixed feelings and is a little confused about the changes in her body.

  In the brief history of the Targaryen family, there is no record of "Dragonborn".

In the ancient books of Diane Liga, there are only a few sentences that mention "Dragonborn", but it is more like a metaphor and has no substantive effect.

 The only thing that can be determined is that the transformation is most likely due to the life blood of Mogul.

 A gust of sea breeze blew by, and my hot body felt the temperature difference.

Rhaegar lowered his head and saw that the vast white area was so clean.

 “Ahem…”

 Coughing twice in embarrassment, he took out a black robe from the space bracelet to cover his body. Sensing something strange on his forehead, Rega took out a mirror and looked at it. It was a diamond-shaped jet black dragon scale.

With a thought, the dragon scales quietly disappeared, as if blending into the skin.

 “Fortunately, no need to worry about exposure.”

Rhaegar couldn't help but smile, pulled off the blood-stained felt on the saddle, and sat on the dragon's back again.

 “Hiss…”

The glutton glanced back at the driver, his hunger faded, and his green vertical pupils were as deep as the abyss.

 The change in the driver also brought some changes to it.

 “Dragon Flame!”

Rhaegar looked down at the tower that was still shooting scorpion crossbows, his voice filled with the coldness of a young man.

The glutton roared heavily, his body as black as coal swooped down, and the dragon flames bombarded the tower that knew no good.

 One man and one dragon, seemingly forgetting about the fallen Mogul.

  Res, the Governor's Palace.

Bambaro was lying in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking as shocked as a fool.

Witnessing Mogul's death in battle, he felt that he was done playing.

After a while, Bambaro put away his jaw that was almost dropped in shock and muttered: "Let's go! Targaryen lunatic, it's too late if you don't leave anymore."

 A dragon will be killed as soon as it is told to kill, and there is nothing left that cannot be done.

 “Sir, where are you going?”

 Suddenly, a magnetic voice with a slight smile came from behind.

Bambaro's nerves were tense and he turned around tremblingly.

 A short man wearing a black robe, brown hair and brown skin, carrying a sword.

 “Who sent you?”

Bambaro's eyes were wandering, and he couldn't believe where the group of mercenaries guarding the outside had gone.

 “You shouldn't know so much.”

Hiliu saluted gracefully and said calmly: "Everyone is destined to die!"

After finishing speaking, a dagger appeared in his hand, and he sliced ​​open the opponent's neck cleanly.

 “Ho ho…”

Bambaro's eyes widened, and he fell down weakly while holding his throat where blood spurted out.

Hiliu saluted again and said with a smile: "Everyone needs to be served."

The same scene kept repeating itself, appearing in various places in Lys.

 The first to bear the brunt was the high tower of the garrison.

The crossbowman was concentrating on controlling the scorpion crossbow, while his companion behind him slit his throat with a knife.

In just a few minutes, one-third of the towers in the city-state of Lys fell, and they entered into internecine strife.

The rebel mercenaries all wore a strip of cloth intertwined with black and white roses on their collars.

Camarasaurus Cave.

 “Run quickly, the dragon guard will catch up in a moment.”

 In the charred open area, two silver-haired figures ran wildly, pushing and shoving into a narrow alley.

Over the city-state, a giant dragon as black as coal sprayed dragon flames, burning large areas of the city.

Tristan was hopping around, holding a bag full of gold coins in his arms, and asked breathlessly: "What are you hiding in your arms?"

The monk looked nervous, tightly wrapped in a coarse robe, and had a round bulge in his belly.

 At first glance, she looks like a tall pregnant woman.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, Tristan rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Did you just run into the dragon's lair and steal dragon dung?"

 “Fart! I haven't asked you what you are hiding in your arms.”

The monk stared angrily, like a vicious dog whose tail was stepped on.

Tristan sneered, looked him up and down, and ran away without saying a word.

The two of them fled together, choosing streets with few people and heading towards Xicheng District.

The Xicheng District has just been burned by the jet-black dragon, and the entire garrison has been wiped out. It will not be attacked again in the short term.

 It's safer for the two of them.

　　Boom—

After running for a while, rocks fell from a broken tower above their heads, crashing in front of the two of them.

Tristan was blown over by the strong wind and rolled and crawled far away.

 Looking up again, his eyes were blurry.

 A two-story-tall, huge ferocious dragon first came into view.

"ah!…"

Tristan was startled and kicked his legs back violently.

 Wait until you regain your senses and observe carefully.

 The dragon's head drooped weakly, its vertical pupils were tightly closed, and it had long since lost its breath.

Tristan's eyelids were twitching, and his heart almost came out of his throat.

Silver-black scales, exposed thick fangs, and a large pool of dragon blood flowing from the lower jaw.

Tristan swallowed his saliva and stood up tremblingly.

The monk also crawled out of the ruins. A hole was scratched in his linen robe, revealing a familiar silver-black color.

 “Can you still run?”

Xiu Fu hugged her tightly and moved closer, his eyes scanning the other person's arms from time to time.

Tristan also looked at his arms and said in surprise: "Did you steal a dragon egg?"

No wonder the other side took advantage of the war to break into the dragon's lair with all their might.

The secret was revealed, Xiu Fu grinned: "This is the treasure that Belle hid in the dragon dung, and I overheard it."

Xiu Fu slapped his chest and said exaggeratedly: "When the dragon egg hatches, we will be prosperous."

“The dragon egg will hatch as soon as you tell it to hatch. Besides, where should we run with it?”

Tristan was stunned, holding the money bag in his arms and asking.

The repairman snorted: "Aren't you rich? Let's just hide in a small place in Essos. The dragon eggs will hatch sooner or later."

Tristan was speechless.

No wonder the other party kept dragging him along because his feelings were focused on his money.

Xiufu was extremely proud. He raised his head and scanned the huge black dragon circling in the sky, and said in a deep voice: "Don't hesitate, are you going to follow me?"

Tristan's eyes flickered and he gritted his teeth: “Let's go!”

“Then hurry up, there are probably no fishing boats in the port.”

The cultivator scolded him, turned around and ducked into another alley.

Tristan could hardly move his steps, and he glanced at the dark dragon in the sky from time to time, struggling in his heart.

 Should we go with the monk, or...

 Betting on sex, Tristan quickly made a decision.

Hurry up and follow the cultivator and whisper, "Brother, let me count the money and see how long I can last."

 Speaking, he took out the one-foot-long money bag. There were gold coins bulging at the bottom of the bag.

The monk didn't even look back, and moved forward furtively, saying scornfully: "Why are you so anxious? We'll wait until we get out of Reese."

 “There's no hurry.”

Tristan replied with a change of tone: "If you want money, then I'll give it to you."

As he spoke, the money bag was rounded, and the gold-filled bottom was aimed at the back of Xiu Fu's head and suddenly swung down.

boom-

Blood flowers splattered and gold coins scattered on the ground.

The monk rolled his eyes and fell straight to the ground, his hands and feet spasming from time to time.

Tristan broke out in a cold sweat, picked up a stone, smashed his head, and took out the dragon egg from his robe.

The whole body is made of silver-black scales that glow darkly under the sunlight, just like Mogul's scales.

Tristan didn't care about the gold coins on the ground. He hugged the dragon egg tightly and looked at the dark dragon in the sky. He muttered: "If you are so rich, I will definitely be made a baron."

 (End of this chapter)

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