Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day.

Chapter 439: Wild Dragon of the Summer Sea

boom--

Golden dragon flame descended like a pillar of fire and bombarded the cargo ship.

Aegon was wearing silver armor, looking very arrogant, and laughed happily: "Burn them all, you good-for-nothing!"

"Hiss..."

Yang Yan raised his head proudly, and his golden body cut across the sea, bringing an unmatched blow.

The cargo ship was not equipped with scorpion crossbows, and its bulky hull was helpless, like fish on a chopping board.

The warship of House Velaryon lowered its ram, approached and slammed into the cargo ship's hold.

Wuwuwu——

With a solemn blast of horns, the soldiers jumped onto the enemy ship by ramming it and began a one-sided massacre.

In a moment, the winner was decided.

Cargo ships burned and bodies sank into the sea.

The sea snake watched it all expressionlessly, its deep eyes filled with nothing but coldness.

"My lord, a Braavos merchant has been captured and is being tortured."

The adjutant reported rigorously.

Feeling the familiar salty sea breeze blowing on his face, the sea snake closed his eyes slightly and said calmly: "Interrogate strictly."

Dorne and Braavos are in the same boat, and any cargo ship is suspected of carrying intelligence.

"Yes, my lord."

"Keep sailing, towards the Greenblood River."

"As ordered."

After the adjutant left, the sea snake fell into deathly silence.

It was his carelessness that allowed the Dornish soldiers to have some breathing space in the Stormlands.

If they had pursued the Dornishmen relentlessly from the beginning and forced them into a desperate situation, perhaps Lannino would not have been set upon.

"Hiss..."

The cargo ship sank completely into the sea. Aegon rode on Yangyan and set off ahead, leaving the fleet behind to explore the Greenblood River.

The sea serpents turned a deaf ear to him and allowed Aegon to act on his own.

Compared to the murdered Laenor and the delayed war by Aemond, Prince Aegon is more reassuring in his actions except that he has an indulgent personality.

As I thought about it, my tired brain gradually became empty.

The fleet sailed slowly across the summer sea.

Suddenly, a mist rose from the sea, blocking the scorching sun.

The sea snake opened its arms, breathing in the fishy smell of the sea that it had tasted for a lifetime, and a hint of nostalgia appeared on its dark face.

"Hiss..."

At this moment, a melodious wail came through the layers of fog, and it sounded ethereal above the vast ocean.

The sea snake suddenly opened its eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.

into the eye.

A huge light silver dragon broke through the hazy fog and disappeared in an instant.

The sea snake stood there in a daze, his eyes reddened and his lips trembling: "Lannino!"

The dragon was looking for his son.

The fog obscured the view, and the sea snake felt grief in its heart, and its breathing suddenly became disordered.

When he first received the news that his son had been murdered, he felt no sadness but only anger.

Angry at the hostile cunning, angry at his son's incompetence, angry at his own wrong judgment.

After many days, I met Haiyan again who was looking for her owner.

The sea snake's heart was deeply touched, and the hidden emotions finally burst out, and he could no longer suppress his longing for his son.

pat!

A tear rolled down his cheek and shattered on the silver-gray breastplate.

The sea snake closed its eyes and opened them again, its expression returning to its cold look.

Sadness is buried in the heart, nourishing the seeds of revenge.

crunch...

His fists were clenched so tightly that they made a crackling sound. A murderous intent spread through the sea snake's eyes. He muttered to himself, "Dorne, Martell, the Velaryon family will not forget."

"Hiss-"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Mermaid King seemed to have heard his oath, and another magnificent dragon roar echoed over the sea.

In an instant.

The sea breeze blew wildly, and the thick fog dissipated with the wind.

The sea snake looked stunned, staring straight into the depths of the fog.

A huge monster stirred up the mist, rushed into the sky close to the sea surface, and then soared towards the south of the Summer Sea.

The sea snake opened its eyes wide, trying to see the appearance of the giant beast clearly.

The fog is so thick that visibility is conservatively estimated to be about one kilometer, and anything further is unclear.

Soon, the giant beast disappeared.

I can't see the appearance clearly and can't distinguish the details.

All I know is that it is extremely large and vaguely in the shape of a dragon.

In a flash, a huge moss-green claw broke through the clouds.

"Lanar?"

The sea serpent looked around in confusion, thinking that it was Vhagar traveling.

The neck twisted in the direction the beast had gone, which was further south than the Summer Islands.

As the ship sails south, it will see the world's third continent, the vast Sothoryos.

"Forget it, capturing the Green Blood River is more important."

The sea snake shook its head, keeping the matter in mind but not wasting time thinking about it.

a long time.

The fleet sailed out of the fog and a piece of land growing tropical trees appeared to the north.

The woods bordered a wide estuary where fast-flowing water flowed into the sea.

Sea Snake looked around and saw no ship at the estuary, and the air was filled with a sense of depression.

The adjutant came forward and said, "Sir, there is a lemon grove ahead. Going upstream you can reach Plank Town."

"Lime Green's defense is loose, notify the fleet to attack directly!"

The sea serpent gave orders.

Hearing the sound, the fleet plunged into the river mouth.

There was a wealthy noble family in the lemon grove, and a detachment of Dornish cavalry was stationed along the coast.

The lord's name is Andare Dart, and he lives in a wooden castle.

"An unknown fleet has entered the Green Blood River. Immediately send a message to Yangji City requesting support!"

Andare was in a panic, his beard shaking with fear.

As soon as the subordinate received the order, he set out to inform the scholar to release the raven.

"Hiss..."

A giant dragon descended from the sky, flapping its light pink wings back and forth, releasing fierce dragon flames at the wooden castle.

Rumble—the wood catches fire as soon as it meets fire and instantly becomes the best firewood.

"Yang Yan, stop the fleeing soldiers!"

Aegon's eyes were wide open, and he was in very good condition.

"Hiss..."

Yang Yan flapped her wings and flew over the lemon grove, showing off her gorgeous figure.

For a moment, the golden scales shone brightly, like a second sun in the sky.

When our side saw this scene, their morale immediately boosted.

The sea snake pursued the enemy with its long-handled scimitar raised high, shouting wildly: "Attack, straight to Plank Town!"

The calm Green Blood River stirs up waves of blood and fire.

……

Prince's Pass.

On the cliff is Wangzhong City.

The sun was high in the sky, the cliffs were cracked and dry from the sun, and the air was slightly distorted by the high temperature.

The soul-stirring dragon roar stopped and the two giant dragons disappeared.

The dragons disappeared, and so did the Targaryens.

this point in time.

Wangzhong City, underground cemetery.

Thousands of people hid there, regardless of gender, age or strength, huddled in the dim underground space.

"Damn it! Damn the Reach, damn the Targaryens!"

An irritable voice chattered incessantly, swearing angrily.

He was a noble man in armor.

Thick black curly hair, olive skin, a thin figure, and a pair of piercing green eyes.

The man was so angry that he jumped up and down, cursing loudly at the enemies who were besieging the castle.

The identity is obvious.

The Earl of King's Grave, Morse Manwoody.

House Manwoody was an ancient Dornish noble family whose fiefdom guarded the middle passage to Prince's Pass.

The founder of the family once killed an ancient king of the Reach here, so the family emblem is a skull wearing a crown.

As the current lord, Morse inherited the pride and stubbornness unique to the Manwoody family.

As he cursed, the old and weak hiding in the cellar became even more frightened. They huddled together and dared not make the slightest sound.

Even his wife sat there in despair.

Morse was tired of scolding, so he called a guard and asked, "Where's the dragon? Shouldn't the dragon spit out dragon flames to burn down my castle?"

"No, I don't know."

The guard avoided her gaze and stammered.

Morse frowned, and saw at a glance that the other party was hiding something, and said sternly: "Tell your lord what you are hiding from him!"

The guard stole a glance at the Countess and lowered his head. "They hid in the crypt in a hurry and didn't find Miss Lysa. Master Dicken went to the back garden to look for her privately."

"What!!"

Morse was furious and shouted, "I have only one son and one daughter, and you just ran away and lost my daughter."

The guard's face turned pale, and he muttered, "There are still soldiers in the tower and the tunnel. We should be able to find them."

The area of ​​the tomb is limited and can only accommodate the elderly and weak in the castle. The regular soldiers are all outside preparing for war.

"Fart you!"

Morse kicked the guard away, turned around and slapped his wife in the face, saying rudely: "You can't even take care of the children, I'll deal with you when I get back."

After saying this, he rushed out of the tomb regardless of the guards' attempts to stop him.

back yard.

Although it is called a garden, there is not a trace of the fragrance of plants or trees, and only some bright flowers and plants are planted roughly.

The garden is not big, and there is not even a pond or a pavilion.

The walls are tall and thick, casting large shadows, which is consistent with the structure of a steep castle.

"Cuckoo..."

Suddenly, in this garden that could not be more ordinary, a laughter as loud as silver bells was heard.

A willow tree with drooping branches and a thick trunk.

A stone bench made of polished bluestone, with its back against a willow tree.

A handsome young man with silver hair and black robe sat under a tree, teasing a little girl about two or three years old with maltose.

The little girl has black curly hair, fair skin, and her little face is staring at the maltose longingly.

Sugar was a luxury item and difficult to purchase for many aristocratic families.

The silver-haired boy smiled and waved the candy in front of the other person.

The little girl reached out to grab it, and the boy raised his hand.

The little girl pouted and looked disappointed.

The boy put down his hands, but the little girl stared at him unyieldingly and continued jumping and trying to catch them.

The boy withdrew his hand again, leaving her empty-handed.

The candy was not put into the little girl's mouth until her face wrinkled and she was about to cry.

Before the "wuwuwu" sound came out, it turned into a sweet "bajiji" sound.

"A little girl with a sweet tooth."

The boy smiled, bent down and held the little girl in his arms.

In the shadow of the weeping willow stood another teenager with black hair and olive skin, watching with a nervous expression.

The silver-haired boy glanced at him and asked, "Do you want to eat too?"

"No, no."

The boy's face changed and he took a step back in fear.

While speaking, he glanced to the left and cold sweat ran down his back.

as far as the eye can see.

A terrifying looking pitch-black dragon with green vertical pupils looked down at the entire castle with indifference.

Three children and a giant dragon, living together in harmony.

Morse hurried to the garden and happened to see this scene that made his head feel like it was about to explode.

Even more terrifying.

The silver-haired boy noticed his arrival, slowly took off his black robe, and smiled brightly.

There was no malicious intent towards us as enemies, but rather we were like old friends who had not seen each other for many years.

"Gulu~~"

Morse's heart skipped a beat and he swallowed subconsciously.

The other person's smile was as bright as the sun, complementing every flower and plant around him.

Morse was facing a formidable enemy.

Beneath that gentle appearance, there is a dangerous aura like a thorn in the back.

(End of this chapter)