Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 386

 Chapter 386 Vhagar is coming!

Amid the twinkling stars, a crimson fire spread across Tyrosh.

Corakxiu soared flexibly, hovering over the Maharaja's mansion and wildly spitting out dragon flames.

Two thousand mercenaries quickly rushed to the rescue, hiding behind the building, shooting arrows and throwing spears.

Jingle-ding-ding-dong-dang…

Colakxiu did not dodge, he breathed fire regardless and allowed the arrows to hit his body.

 Occasionally gliding at low altitude, Damon on the dragon's back was exposed.

 “Shoot arrows and attack the dragon rider!”

 The mercenary yelled, looking like he was looking at a golden mountain.

  Bows and arrows and spears shoot faster and cover the air as densely as raindrops.

Damon glanced down and said indifferently: "Stupid."

Rhaegar wore a pure black dragon-riding uniform and walked steadily through the passage.

 Colakxiu screamed loudly, spread out a pair of broad scarlet wings to protect himself, and knocked away all the thrown objects.

 Turning his cold vertical eyes towards the mercenary who was secretly hurting someone, Colakxiu suddenly fell to the ground, stretching his neck and wildly spitting out dragon flames.

Until he saw more and more garrison troops gathering outside the building, Daimon's eyes turned cold and he said calmly: "Support the port."

 The horn conveyed the message, the port was on full alert, and fortifications were stationed to defend it.

The mercenaries in the mansion fled as hard as they could, drawing scorpion crossbows while attracting firepower, and quickly loading stainless steel spears.

At the end of the road, a giant dragon as black as charcoal lay on the ground, motionless and sleeping like a sculpture.

 The information first reached the ears of the sea snakes stationed at the port, and then spread to the Governor's Mansion like the wind.

From the other end of the road, the sound of strong footsteps came slowly.

 The patrol ships in the sea area returned one after another, and a naval battle broke out with the Iron Throne fleet.

 “Prince, the war has broken out, you need to calm down.”

Rhaegar's voice was light, and his face showed no emotion or anger.

 The adjutant hurried slowly through the disputed area to report the news.

He knew in his heart that Damon had a problem with him, and the hatred between the two had been laid ten years ago.

Colakxiu stopped spitting fire, supported the ground with his wings and soared easily, swaying his body into the night sky.

Johanna's face was solemn, and she followed her step by step with her slender legs.

Yellow pavilions and buildings were engulfed in flames, the white stone walls were scorched black, and scorched corpses and debris were everywhere.

at the same time.

 “Hiss…”

Hundreds of times, the elite of the sub-regiment, wearing armor and carrying troops, were divided into two rows on the left and right, standing with their heads held high, and a wide passage was opened in the middle.

 But Dimon should not vent his dissatisfaction in this way.

 In one fell swoop, he broke the security in the city, attracted the garrison to rescue the Maharaja's mansion, and created an opportunity for the fleet to launch a fortified battle.

  No matter how the mercenaries aim, it will be difficult to cause any damage.

 Dozens of warships broke through the defense of patrol ships and rushed into the port of Tyrosh with overwhelming force.

 In a blink of an eye, three days passed.

 Daemon started the war privately and forbade the ravens to carry messages.

Colak Xiu followed the instructions carefully, and finally breathed out a breath of dragon flames at the garrison who rushed outside the mansion, and immediately soared towards the port.

Finding that danger was coming, Damon gave the order with a cold face: "Fly!"

Dang! clang!

One man and one dragon were wreaking havoc for a while. The emergency bell rang in the mansion, and the garrison came from all directions.

 “I haven't gotten carried away yet.”

 Less, ruins in the west of the city.

Damon was unwilling to accept it and looked down at the burning buildings below.

As a mature dragon that has experienced hundreds of battles, its scales are strong enough and its wing membranes are very tough, making it out of the range of damage from crossbow arrows.

The scarlet dragon flame is like a big broom, leaving only screams and wails wherever it passes.

The adjutant who was driven away by Damon arrived at the port of Lys on a smuggling ship and reported the information non-stop.

 It's a pity that we couldn't find the prince who was like a pig or a dog and feed him to the dragon bit by bit.

Within a quarter of an hour, the port was in flames of war.

 “Hiss…”

 War is a continuation of politics. Capturing a city-state does not mean that you can rule a city-state.

　　Myr and Lys had just been captured not long ago, but the Targaryens had not yet gained a foothold.

To be fair, he did not want to commit any more crimes, so he resorted to gentle means to stabilize the volatile situation.

 At least, when people on the continent of Essos mention the "Battle of the Narrow Sea", they don't just remember blood and fire.

 You also need the justice, strictness, and tolerance of Targaryen.

Johanna took two steps quickly, but was still left behind a certain distance. She hurriedly asked: "The war has lasted three days, and it will be useless for you to rush over now."

 She believed that the prince wanted to stop the war or recruit the remaining wealthy people.

 The presence of rich people is like a duck that lays golden eggs to the Free Trade City.

 “The situation has changed.”

 While talking, walk through the passage.

Rhaegar stood beside the glutton's dragon's neck, rubbed his scales twice and climbed up the soft ladder woven with hemp rope.

Smelling a familiar smell, the glutton's snoring stopped, and his sharp green vertical pupils opened instantly.

 In an instant, a dull and depressing atmosphere swept across.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the air seems to be filled with the smell of ashes, which makes people breathless.

"Roar…"

Glutton roared softly, stood up with a swaying huge body, and slowly crawled out of the rubble with its dark wings and hind legs.

Rhaegar hung on the ladder and swayed gently, climbed up on the dragon's back out of habit, and sat astride the newly cast black steel saddle.

After devouring a mogul, the glutton remains in a deep sleep.

I don't know whether it was the flesh and blood of a giant dragon that provided nutrition, or whether it was the transformation of Rhaegar's bloodline that improved it.

 In less than half a month, the glutton's size quietly increased.

The fixed rope network woven from special materials was broken at all times, and the black iron saddle was shaken off and broken.

 Therefore, Rhaegar found a craftsman to forge a new set of dragon-controlling equipment.

Boom—

The glutton's vertical pupils were indifferent and ruthless, and his wings flapped randomly against the rocks, causing a tremor on the ground.

Johanna wanted to ask more questions, but was frightened away by the dragon's aura and did not dare to get close.

 “Be quiet, man.”

Rhaegar calmed the cold dragon, bowed his head and said: "Inform the Sea Serpent to dispatch a medium-sized fleet of three thousand people and twenty ships to rush to Tyrosh immediately."

 “Yes, Prince.”

Johanna came into close contact with the dragon for the first time, looking up nervously with a frozen expression.

Rhaegar turned around, patted the dragon on the back and said, "Let's go, man!"

　　The pigs he raised were slaughtered by Daemon in advance, and the city-state he obtained could not have any more accidents.

The glutton jumped up and plunged into the thin cloud layer.

 “Hiss…”

 Another high-pitched hiss responded, and the light gray dragon shadow followed nimbly.

Hundreds of thousands of pairs of eyes in the city-state looked at each other in unison, and the fear of being burned by the demonic dragon once again struck their hearts. The glutton has an evil appearance, and the black dragon body is like an evil **** descending.

 The gray shadow hangs behind him, like a white ghost.

 Going from here, we will burn the city.

 Tylosi.

 “Hiss…”

 Colakxiu screamed sharply, traveling inside and outside the city, spitting dragon flames and destroying everywhere.

Daemon is riding on the back of a dragon, his armor is full of pits for arrows, and his eyebrows are extremely cold.

At this time, the city-state stood with hundreds of tall towers, filled with scorpion crossbows aimed at one person and one dragon.

Whoosh!

 A fine steel spear flew and missed the wide dragon wing.

Daemon glanced back and forth and gave the order: "Burn that tower!"

 Colakxiu galloped away, lingering in the air above the attacked tower, dragon flames spewing out.

"ah!…"

 “Shoot, shoot quickly…”

Under the dragon flames, the temperature of the stone walls of the tower rose straight up, penetrating through the doors and windows and pouring into the interior, burning out the hiding garrison.

 Swish swish swish…

 After solving a high tower, several nearby high towers attacked together, aiming their steel spears at the giant dragon to attack.

 “Hiss…”

 Colakxiu quickly evaded, abandoning the burning black tower, and climbed into the sky at high speed.

 Three consecutive day and night attacks were also a test for the dragon's endurance.

From the frequency with which Corakxiu **** its wings, it can be seen that it is also exhausted.

Damon noticed this and said in a deep voice: "Colakxiu, let's go!"

He had not slept for three days and nights, and his eyes were filled with sour red bloodshot eyes.

Colakxiu was overjoyed when he heard this, and quickly left the battlefield, disappearing into the clouds.

 The port, the war is raging.

Boom—

At this time, the fleet led by Daemon was forced out of the port and parked on the sea to engage in a brutal battle with the Tyrosh fleet.

Both sides used catapults and scorpion crossbows to their fullest, the warships were smashed to pieces, and the soldiers on the deck were **** and bloody.

 On the blue sea, it seems like a meat grinder has been placed.

 “Fight for the Iron Throne!”

 A royal knight shouted hoarsely, crossing the warship and brandishing his sword.

 “All men are mortal!”

The mercenaries shouted loudly, their eyes full of greed for money, and they fought without risking their lives.

 On the first night of the attack, the fleet successfully raided the port and landed a large number of soldiers ashore.

However, the garrison was too powerful and forced the enemy to retreat.

Daemon piloted Corakxiu to gain air superiority, but was still unable to stop the scorpion crossbows from attacking.

 The next best thing is to attack the buildings inside the city-state.

 “Hiss…”

Colakxiu soared over, his vertical pupils swept across the warship hanging the sails of the Three Women's Kingdom, and he breathed out dragon flames again.

Boom—

Dragon flames burned the ship, and the mercenaries on the deck screamed and jumped into the sea, covered in fire, to survive.

Daemon treated him coldly and attacked the dragon mercilessly.

Colakxiu regardless of whether there were any of his own people on the ship, he breathed fire unscrupulously, pushing the **** naval battle to another climax.

This style of fighting, regardless of casualties, soon caused riots.

A young officer with silver hair and dark skin from the Velaryon branch raised his head and shouted: "Prince, we can't attack the port, so withdraw our troops for now!"

　　When marching and fighting, one's strength is high, and then it weakens, and three times it is exhausted.

 After fighting for three days in a row, it was difficult for the soldiers to catch their breath, and one can imagine how exhausted they were.

 Instead of wasting innocent lives, it is better to withdraw the troops and rest.

Damon's face was gloomy, he couldn't listen to it at all, and he was focused on fighting to the end.

  Soldiers under his command can die, and dozens of warships can be burned.

　　Even, he ignored the life and death of himself and Colakxiu.

Even if the body sinks into the sea and the last drop of blood is shed.

 His pride did not allow him to return defeated.

 “Hiss…”

Colakxiu felt the determination of his driver, and he screamed and dived back and forth, spitting dragon flames to bombard the enemy ships.

Its dragon flames are endless and seem to consume no physical energy.

 Half an hour passed.

 Under the high-intensity bombing, the enemy fleet was actually burned with a gap, and they did not dare to confront the bloodthirsty giant insect.

 “Attack! Board the port!”

 As soon as the flaw was revealed, the Iron Throne fleet immediately adjusted, forcing the enemy back and heading straight for the port.

 The warships were anchored, hooks and shackles were attached to the shore, and soldiers swarmed out.

Daemon rode Corakxiu and rushed to the front, facing more than twenty scorpion crossbows as the vanguard.

One man and one dragon did not hesitate to burn a **** path to the death.

 “Scorpion crossbow, prepare!”

In the watchtower, the mercenaries looked heavy, and their giant crossbows were aimed at the scarlet dragon that refused to dodge.

Damon's eyes flashed wildly, and his voice became hoarse as he shouted: "Dragon Flame!"

 “Launch!”

Scarlet dragon flames spurted out, dense steel spears were shot out, and the two sides collided head-on.

 In life and death, never retreat.

 “Dragon Flame!”

Suddenly, a clear shout came, disrupting Daimon's decisive thoughts.

 “Hiss!”

With a roar like muffled thunder, the huge green dragon rushed into the battlefield, and a stream of orange dragon flames mixed with thick smoke fell from the sky.

 The dragon flames are fierce, like a volcano that has been dormant for hundreds of years suddenly erupting.

Amidst the lightning and flint, dozens of fine steel spears melted and turned into pools of molten iron.

 “Hiss…”

 In the midst of the dragon flames, Corakxiu rushed out suddenly, carrying Daemon who was unharmed.

Daemon was stunned for a moment and looked back in surprise.

 At a glance, Lanner's resolute face came into view.

"Roar…"

Vhagar roared dullly, his huge body like a giant mountain, emitting violent dragon flames.

The temperature melted into petrified iron, covering half of the port, and swept across the whole road unbridled.

 (End of this chapter)

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