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

Chapter 448 One-Eyed Aemond
Aemond was trembling with fear.

But when I thought of my father behind me, my legs felt like they were filled with cement and I couldn't lift them.

Subconsciously, he raised his sword to block.

Bang!

The scimitar swung down and Blackfire was knocked away.

The assassin's face was ferocious as he continued to swing his blade.

Aemond's eyes widened, he raised his hands in despair to block, and his body fell backwards.

Before he could even raise his hand, the scimitar was right in front of him.

stab-

The tip of the knife brushed across his forehead, quickly and fiercely cutting open an eye.

Imond's whole body stiffened, blood gushed out of his left eye, and he immediately let out a scream.

"what!!"

Then, he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Eyes! My eyes!"

Imond was in great sorrow. He covered his eyes tightly, and blood oozed out from between his fingers.

The assassin was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the little ghost could dodge it.

"Aemond!"

Viserys saw his son getting injured while standing in front of him, and he rushed over in grief.

Emond shook his head violently, ignoring his father's cries, his body twitching uncontrollably.

Pain! Heart-wrenching pain!

One of his eyes was cut open, and he felt his left eye was completely dark, as if a big hand was crushing his pain nerves.

He wanted to cry and miss his mother and sister.

He heard his father's calls and the sounds of fighting coming from far away, which forced him to be strong.

At the critical moment of life and death, the figure of my eldest brother suddenly came to my mind.

He once heard his eldest brother talk about how, when he was a child, he wandered around Crab Claw Peninsula and conquered all the savages.

At the beginning, he lost the protection of the dragon and was captured by lowly savages.

Show weakness, obey...

Find the right opportunity to counterattack!

The assassin treated him coldly, and the others gathered around him, raising their scimitars.

Targaryen, who is said to be the closest to the gods, and the unattainable Dragon King, are now nothing more than lambs to be slaughtered.

Aemond gasped madly, huddled in his father's arms, his only remaining right eye catching a glimpse of the dragon horn dagger at the other's waist.

The clan sword Black Fire was knocked down and is temporarily out of reach.

The assassin kicked Blackfire away and stopped chopping with his scimitar, instead stabbing straight ahead.

Let’s see how you hide this time.

"Do not!!"

Ilic was besieged by several assassins, covered in blood, and screamed loudly when he saw this.

The scimitar continued to move forward, and the tip of the blade flashed coldly.

There was a flash of madness in Aemond's eyes. He quickly knocked his father over and pulled out the dragon horn dagger.

"Go to hell!"

He struggled to get up while kneeling and crawling, and stabbed the scimitar with a dagger.

The swords flashed and the whole hall fell into deathly silence.

Eric almost went crazy, watching the scene in disbelief.

The assassins were so excited that they wished they could kill a Targaryen with their own hands.

Before everyone could change their mood, something strange happened.

"Hiss..."

The door exploded with a loud bang, and two heavy wooden boards flew backwards in an instant.

Before the assassins could react, they were knocked away by the wooden board and their heads were smashed on the spot.

Accompanied by a cloud of smoke and dust, there was a loud rumbling sound at the door.

A shriveled dragon head rushed into the hall. Its horns covered with hard keratin crushed the door frame, and a pair of brown vertical pupils appeared in the dust.

Cold, cruel, and full of anger from the heavens.

next second!
"Hiss..."

The brown dragon flame surged and rushed straight into the hall.

The assassin wielding the knife had his back to the dragon. Before he could even glance back at the dragon, a ball of dragon flame hit his back.

There was a bang.

The dragon flame exploded like gunpowder, engulfing the assassin, and his weight was reduced to zero in an instant.

One second before the dragon flame arrived, there was a sound of a sharp blade breaking through the body.

Imond's face was covered in blood. Before the scimitar could pierce the assassin's crotch, he stabbed the dragon horn dagger.

Wow!
Just as he succeeded, the brown dragon flame collided head-on.

Emond closed his eyes tightly and fell to the ground like a dog eating shit.

Viserys behind him was not slow either. He turned over, hugged his head, and clamped his legs together with his buttocks.

The dragon's flame was like a speck of mud, burning a person to death, and the embers brushed past the father and son.

Emond only felt a wave of heat sweeping over his body, especially his back, which felt cold and then numb.

When he raised his head again, the cloak and clothes behind him were burned, and his fair skin was burned and blistered.

With a slight movement, a strand of hair fell on the side of his face, the end burning with brown dragon flame.

"Sheep thief!!"

Aemond extinguished the dragon flame and shouted with great joy.

Right now,

The sheep thief was lying outside the tower. The huge dragon head squeezed into the hall, staring at the group of assassins with its vertical pupils.

"You can't run away."

Ilic was overjoyed. He kicked away the leader of the besieging assassins and fell to the floor with his head in his hands.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief was extremely furious and breathed a mouthful of dragon flame at the crowd.

The dragon flames scattered in all directions, hitting a group of assassins in all directions.

Eric was lucky enough to escape the disaster by lying on the floor.

"Hahaha, we are saved."

Emond cried and laughed, then turned around and hugged his old father who depended on him for everything.

Viserys is in bad shape.

All the clothes on his back were burned, his long silver-gold hair was igniting sparks, and he fell into a coma.

Fortunately, his skin was not seriously burned, but just red and hot, with cuts of varying sizes oozing pus and blood.

Emond's eyes panicked and his hands froze in mid-air.

It was the first time he saw his father's body covered with cuts, and he didn't know what to do.

"Hiss!!"

The door broke open and the roar of the angry dragon outside hit the eardrums.

Aemond gritted his teeth, dragged his father under the table and hid him, then ran towards the sheep thief.

As soon as I reached the door, I heard the sound of metal clashing.

Outside the tower.

A group of masked Dornishmen rushed to the vestibule, and Alec organized his men to fight them.

There were a large number of masked men and they easily surrounded the patrolling soldiers.

A team of people even rushed towards the sheep thief fearlessly, trying to kill the giant dragon whose neck was stuck in the door frame.

boom! boom!
Outside the front hall, the situation was even more chaotic. Cole, wearing silver armor and a white robe, led more than a hundred people to charge forward, his robe stained with blood and charred.

The soldiers were scattered everywhere and rushed to meet the enemy.

Hundreds of masked men roamed around the castle, ambushing and killing soldiers who were putting out the fire.

"Hiss!"

A bronze claw crushed a house, and the huge body flapped its wings wildly.

boom--

A golden dragon flame gushed out and landed on a crowded alley without distinguishing between friend and foe.

Under the deep night sky, the city of Yronwood was engulfed in flames.

Wormisor's vertical pupils were full of brutality. He stretched his body across the city wall and approached the tower, spewing dragon flames wantonly.

It senses danger from its rider, which sends it into an uncontrollable rage.

When a figure appears before your eyes, no matter if they are friend or foe, they will all be killed.

the other side.

The city wall was crushed by the giant dragon and the soldiers defending the city fled.

A group of masked men emerged from the darkness, opened the tightly closed city gates, and let in a Dornish army of two thousand men.

There were two people in the lead.

The one with the "Black Gate in the Sand" emblem on his chest is Olivier Yronwood.

A tall and fat man holding a shield with a pattern of "interlaced yellow and crimson flames", he is Count Haman of the Uller family.

Haman Uller had long anticipated that the King's Tomb City and Tianji City at the Prince's Pass could not withstand the dragon flame, so he led his troops to the city of Yronwood in advance.

Although the two families were enemies, he was well aware of Oliver Yronwood's warlike mind.

The dragon is coming, and Dorne can only learn the guerrilla tactics of his ancestors.

The Prince's Pass faced the Targaryen Crown Prince Regent who was in the limelight.

Although he was arrogant, he did not dare to underestimate this young man who had conquered the Three Women's Kingdom.

The target fell on the King of the Iron Throne in Bone Road.

With few troops and a weak character, they are an easy target.

Cooperate with Ylenwood City to launch a "siege strategy" to lure the enemy deep into the city, and then catch them all in one fell swoop tonight.

Haman's eyes flashed with madness, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "Charge! Cut off the heads of the king and the dragon!"

Tonight, he also wants to be a dragon slayer.

The Dornish soldiers cheered and charged towards the burning tower, risking being trampled to death by Wormithor.

……

In the courtyard.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief remained in a prone position, supporting the tower with his wings, and shook his dragon head with a neigh.

More than thirty masked men rushed over, holding axes and spears to attack the dragon.

Bang!

The axe chopped it down, but the brown mud-colored scales were not damaged at all, and a piece of the surface cuticle broke off.

"Hiss..."

As the boy's soothing calls came from the hall, the sheep thief became more and more frantic, flapping his brown wings wildly.

In front of the huge body, the masked men looked like reptiles.

The dragon wing swung casually, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere.

"Kill! Slay the dragon!"

Even so, the masked man was still not afraid of death and climbed onto the dragon's back to attack.

in the hall.

Imond was impatient and tried to approach the dragon head of the sheep thief, but was scared away by its bared fangs.

The sheep thief refused to believe in evil, and resisted the driver's command, insisting on breaking into the door himself.

"Prince, take His Majesty away first. The Dornishmen are entering the city!"

Eric dragged his injured body to his feet and gave the instructions staggeringly.

The sounds of fighting outside were getting louder and louder, which meant the city gate must have been lost.

"impossible!"

Aemond turned his head and roared, saying stubbornly: "The sheep thief came to save me, but I will not give up my dragon. It will help me to quell the rebellion!"

Dragons are everything to him, and anyone who gives them up doesn't deserve the name Targaryen.

boom--

The gate of the courtyard was broken open, a cloud of smoke and dust billowed, and a large number of Dorne soldiers poured in.

Aemond's expression froze, and he felt a sharp pain in his left eye and took a breath.

The Dornish are coming!

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief roared, and the dragon head slammed against the stone door frame, and the wall gradually loosened.

"Sheep thief!"

When Aemond saw this, he covered his left eye with one hand and grinned in pain.

Outside the tower.

Haman Ule led his army into the courtyard, surrounded the isolated Yarik team first, and turned his head to stare at the sheep thieves excitedly.

A dragon that has lost its ability to move is simply blessed by the Seven Gods to become a dragon slayer.

"Charge! Restore the glory of our ancestors!"

Haman Ule's eyes lit up, he picked up two double-edged axes and led his troops to charge.

The Ule family has passed down the story that a sharp axe can cut off a dragon's wings and a spear can blind a dragon's eyes.

Don't ask how to know.

Their family once dissected the remains of a giant dragon.

Hearing the shouts of the dragon slayers, Aemond was in a state of confusion. He rushed to the sheep thief regardless of anything and pushed its dragon head with his hand.

"Get out, get out quickly!"

He didn't want to die. He didn't want his father to die, and he didn't want this ugly monster to die even more.

Only with this ugly monster did he truly have dignity.

"Hurry up, you are here to save me, not to die!"

Aemond cried out in sorrow as tears fell from his right eye.

call--

Suddenly, a strong wind mixed with the smell of ashes swept over the city of Yronwood.

The night sky became dark, and the bright moon seemed to be swallowed by an evil god.

Alec, who was imprisoned, was stabbed in the shoulder by a sword and his body leaned back to look at the sky.

The desperate eyes suddenly lit up with a glimmer.

In the night sky as dark as charcoal, two green lanterns as big as bronze bells were hanging strangely.

A silver-haired boy stepped into the darkness, staring at the chaos with a frosty face, and opened his mouth slightly: "Dragon Flame!"

The wind blows hard and dark clouds float.

A giant black dragon revealed its true appearance, its green lanterns turned into vertical pupils, its sharp fangs were stained with blood, and its ferocious dragon mouth opened into a cruel arc.

"Hiss-"

It was as if a bolt of thunder suddenly appeared, a silver bottle in the sky shattered, and the dark green dragon flame symbolizing death poured down, pouring on the crowd below.

Haman Ule was the first to be hit, with a pool of dragon flame hitting his shoulder.

"what!!"

Green fire descended and wailing filled the air.

(End of this chapter)