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

Chapter 447: The Out-of-Control Angry Dragon
Hearing the sound of the fire outside, everyone's heart sank.

The Dornishmen did not act alone, but in an organized assassination.

Emond's mind went blank. He grabbed his father's sleeve tightly and asked fearfully, "What should I do?"

Even without the dragon around, he was just a 10-year-old boy.

Viserys stared at the dozen or so assassins in shock. He sobered up a lot and pulled his son to tell him not to be afraid.

After sitting on the Iron Throne for so many years, this was the first time he had been assassinated.

I had no idea how to deal with this and subconsciously tried to comfort my son beside me.

"Don't just stand there, protect His Majesty!"

Ilic's face was ferocious, and he wielded his sword like a god of war, blocking the flying crossbow arrows.

While the guards were using their bodies to block the arrows, he smashed a solid wooden chair and ran towards the king grabbing a large piece of wood.

"Your Majesty, the situation outside is unclear, hide first."

Without further ado, Eric dragged the king behind the stone pillars of the hall.

"Don't let them get away."

The only eyes that were exposed by the Dornishman were as cold as ice, and he raised his bow and crossbow and shot skillfully.

"what!……"

The guards were outnumbered and fell to the ground one after another after being shot by arrows.

In a blink of an eye, only five guards were left alive.

Eric was shocked and angry, knowing that if he continued like this he would be captured. He quickly scanned the hall, looking for anything he could use.

"Sir, we have to get out."

Aemond spoke tremblingly, forcing reason: "There is a dragon outside."

As long as you ride on the dragon's back, any problem will be solved.

Viserys' eyes lit up and hope rose in his heart.

There is not only a dragon outside, but also a well-equipped army.

Two pairs of purple eyes, one large and one small, fell on him. Ilic stared at the assassin, feeling very stressed: "There are fourteen crossbowmen upstairs. We will be shot into sieves before we reach the gate."

As soon as he said this, his gaze shifted to the few remaining guards.

Guarding the king, his armor is naturally good.

The guards who died were all shot in the head and neck and died on the spot.

The remaining few were only seriously shot in the limbs, so they still had the strength to fight.

The three of them discussed ways to save themselves, and the Dornishman upstairs took action again.

The leader had a turban covering his face, his grey eyes were like those of a wolf, and his voice was hoarse: "Go downstairs, leave no one behind!"

The seven assassins put away their bows and crossbows and rushed downstairs without saying a word.

The five guards looked terrified and barely drew their swords to resist.

puff!puff!
The rest of the assassins continued to suppress with crossbows and arrows, and their coordination was very strict.

"Oops!"

Irik's pupils shrank sharply, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, my brother Yarik is outside. He will definitely come when he hears the noise. I will lead you out."

At least there are still five guards left, and he can fight to the death.

If we delay any further, the guards will be wiped out.

Viserys grabbed Aemond and ran out, hiding under the white robes of the White Knight.

"The King on the Iron Throne is there, kill him!"

A cold shout came from upstairs, and a crossbow arrow shot towards him at high speed.

Bang!

Ilic swung his sword back and forth, kicked the approaching assassin away, and yelled: "Go, don't look back!"

Aemond's face turned pale as he watched the White Knight fighting bloody battles, then he huddled in his father's arms and trembled.

Without the dragon, a feeling of powerlessness filled my whole body.

Not to mention resisting the assassin, he even had trouble picking up the sword.

……

At this time, fires broke out in various parts of the castle.

It originated from the barn and the stable and spread wildly with the night wind.

Soldiers shouted for help and fetched water to put out the fire, as if a riot had broken out.

"Go quickly, your majesty is in danger."

Seeing the chaos in front of him, Alec was anxious and led a team of patrol soldiers to the tower.

As a member of the Kingsguard, protecting the King is your primary duty.

The fire was strange, and they were in the enemy's castle, so it was obvious that it was a conspiracy.

"Hiss!!"

A deafening roar sounded, followed by a golden dragon flame that rushed into the night sky like a volcanic eruption.
Alec's face changed drastically, and he looked at the outside of the castle in the light of the fire.

Under the cover of night, a bronze dragon head poked out from the city wall, its vertical pupils revealing an almost insane rage.

Rumbling--

The claws on its wings hooked onto the city wall, and the giant bronze dragon slowly climbed up, crushing large parts of the buildings with its feet.

The dragon opened its mouth with exposed fangs, and golden dragon flame flowed like magma.

"Womithor!!"

Alec's eyes were numb and his heart felt as if it had been hit by a battering ram.

A giant dragon, gone mad!
……

Outside the castle.

Under the cover of night, the desert is vast and boundless.

An ugly mud dragon lay on a pile of sand, its vertical pupils staring innocently at a charred hill.

It was a mountain of rotting flesh from the carcasses of thousands of cattle and sheep.

The strength of Wormisol's dragon flame was limited, and it only burned the surface but failed to burn everything to ashes.

At this time, the sheep thief was extremely conflicted.

Looking at the scorched mountains.

Good news, there are a lot of fat sheep out there.

Bad news, it's rotten and maggoty.

Sometimes, whether to eat or not is also a dilemma.

The sheep thief arched his body and wagged his tail in boredom.

How can a giant dragon eat rotten mutton?

boom--

Suddenly, an explosion resounded through the night sky.

"Hiss?"

The sheep thief turned around suddenly, and the scene of the burning castle was reflected in his pupils.

Hesitate for one second, two seconds...

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief suddenly reacted, climbed out of the sand pile in a panic, and flew into the night sky.

The speed is fast and the movements are flexible.

It feels like rolling and crawling.

……

Tower, inside the lobby.

"Push harder."

Emond's face turned red with fear, and he pressed his whole body against the door, trying to push it outward.

Viserys growled and kept pushing the door despite the shouts and cries of killing behind him.

The solid wood door remained motionless.

According to the tradition of Westeros, the castle gates are usually as strong as possible. Two three-meter-high, twenty-centimeter-thick solid wooden door panels, plus a thick layer of iron sheet, the weight can be imagined.

The father and son, one old and one young, used all their strength to barely push open a crack.

"Damn it, why is this door heavier than the Red Castle's main gate? Is it blocked from the outside?"

Viserys was filled with shock and anger. The wound on his palm burst, and the wounds all over his body began to bleed.

puff!
A hidden arrow flew out and hit a guard on the forehead.

Casualties began as soon as the melee began.

"Your Majesty, the front door won't open. Go to the back door."

Ilic stabbed an assassin to death with a sword and then focused his attention on shouting.

Viserys had already thought of this, and he staggered out with his son in his arms.

He realized that this was an assassination attempt specifically targeting him.

The Dornishmen abandoned their castle and lured the army to move in, leaving behind secret passages for a surprise attack.

"Father, there is a dragon roaring outside."

After the initial panic, Aemond gradually regained his consciousness and heard the roar of the dragon outside the tower.

He is not a sheep thief. That guy can't be caught all day long.

The roar was loud and full of madness, and there was no other dragon except Wormithor.

Whoosh!Whoosh!
Before Viserys could say anything, a wave of hidden arrows shot at him.

"Run!"

Thanks to the father and son who bent over and ran fast, they narrowly avoided the attack.

A crossbow bolt almost brushed past Aemond's head, bringing down a strand of silver-gold hair.

Viserys was so panicked that he staggered and almost fell.

Of course he could tell it was Wormisol's roar outside.

It seemed that the fire and chaos disturbed it, arousing the irritability of this bronze giant.

The connection he established with Womisol was average, not enough to awaken the other's sanity from a distance.

In just a moment, the situation changed again.

The Dornishmen upstairs shot out their crossbow arrows and went straight downstairs to join the melee.

Especially the leader, who rushed straight towards Ilik who was fighting bravely and slashed on the opponent's breastplate with a knife.

A spark flew across the sky, leaving a mark on the steel armor.

"Drink!"

Iliketi slit the throat of an assassin with his sword and took the blow.

The special armor of the Kingsguard is almost the highest standard of protective gear in Westeros.

Thanks to this armor, he was able to maneuver among the assassins.

The leader had a grim look in his eyes and called out to the two assassins: "Go, kill the target first."

"Yes!"

The assassin moved at the sound, leaving behind the guard whose helmet was hit and ran straight towards the Targaryen father and son.

"Father, go."

Emond saw this and pushed his father to speed up.

Long is not around and there are not enough guards, so he is the only one who can protect his father.

A sidelong glance.

Viserys had sweat on his forehead and was grimacing in pain, trying hard not to fall down.

"kill him!"

Two assassins came up and started slashing with knives.

"Leave far away!"

Emond is a small man with great courage.

He picked up a stool leg and threw it out, then ran away pulling his father.

The assassin chased, and the father and son ran away.

The road to the back door was blocked, so Emond had to pull his father back to the main gate.

Fortunately, the assassin ran out of crossbow bolts.

Don't worry about being shot by a hidden arrow.

The price he paid was two relentless assassins stabbing him in the ass with scimitars.

A knife cut across the back, tearing the green cloak.

Emond's heart rose to his throat and he subconsciously clenched his buttocks.

These Dornishmen must have lost their minds to have dared to openly assassinate him and his father.

If something happens to our father tonight, our eldest brother Rhaegar will ascend the Iron Throne tomorrow.

Given the eldest brother's character of treating all people equally, does Dorne still expect to get away with it?

Could it be that we have forgotten that Queen Rhaenys was killed and Dorne experienced the wrath of dragons for several years?

The Dornishmen apparently don't think that much.

The assassin's face was surrounded, leaving only his eyes filled with madness, as he pursued his target.

The war has already broken out, who cares about the consequences?

Assassinate a king and their outstanding achievements will be remembered throughout Dorne.

puff-

As he reached the gate, Viserys became distracted and fell heavily to the floor.

"Father!" Aemond exclaimed.

"One for each person."

The two assassins looked at each other and stabbed the father and son with their knives.

"stop!"

At the critical moment, Ilik swooped over and knocked an assassin head-on.

Emond took a quick breath, reached for his father's waist, and grasped something hard.

Swah——

A black light flashed, and the clan sword Black Fire was unsheathed.

He did not cut the assassin's neck, nor did he stab him in the chest.

Imond waved his hand casually, just blocking the scimitar and delaying the attack for a moment.

"Aemond, leave me alone and run upstairs."

Viserys slumped to the ground, dizzy and urged.

Due to drinking and being frightened, he was already weak and could no longer run.

At the critical moment of life and death, he hoped that his third son could survive.

"Father."

Upon hearing this, Aemond's eyes could not help but turn red.

He thought his father only liked his eldest brother and never cared about him, the son who was neither old nor young.

Viserys said urgently, "Run, find your brother, Rhaegar will avenge me."

The entire city of Yronwood is not safe.

He hoped that his three sons would ride on the dragon and seek shelter quickly.

“No one can escape.”

Listening to the heartfelt conversation between the father and son, the assassin sneered maliciously and swung his knife again.

A few steps away, Ilic was fighting with another assassin.

After finally breaking the opponent's neck, the other assassins killed all the guards and swarmed over.

"Die, Targaryen!"

The assassin yelled.

(End of this chapter)