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

Chapter 453: Old Town, I've Got My Eyes on It

Rhaegar tied up his loose hair and reminded, "I have no help here. You will have to take part in this."

He has very few people who are exposed to magic.

Tru is in Oldtown, and Varys can't tell the loyal from the treacherous.

Aemond was the first to raise his hand. He said enthusiastically, "I will do it. Dorne should learn to remember blood and fire."

At the cost of an eye, Dorn was his worst enemy.

Helena avoided the corpses in her sight and raised her hand silently.

Aegon glanced at his foolish younger siblings, then took a step forward with a grin.

How could he be missing out on such a good thing?

Daemon and Rhaenys looked at each other and nodded with different expressions.

the student surpasses the master.

The battlefield in Dorne was not under their control, and the pressure of their nephew's request was greater than Viserys's rebuke.

Besides, Dorn really needed a lesson.

Looking around, Rhaegar nodded with satisfaction: "Very good. In the next few months, let Dorn carefully feel the residual power of the dragon's wrath."

At the command, a large number of corpses were moved into the city.

Rhaegar shared the Dragon Stone with them, and each of them began to feel the magic in their blood.

I had the idea of ​​teaching magic in the past, but it was delayed for various reasons.

Conquering Dorne was an opportunity.

The Targaryens were more united than ever before, transforming into an all-round family of dragonlords.

How can a Dragon King who doesn’t know witchcraft be worthy of being called the Dragon King?

……

Time flies and a month has passed.

Yronwood City.

The once prosperous town was reduced to a scorched earth, piled with countless rubble and corpses.

At first glance, it looks like hell.

Outside the collapsed city wall, a large number of Hewan soldiers gathered to guard the Bone Road and set up a camp several miles long.

"Hiss-"

"Hiss..."

One day, six giant dragons flew out of the camp, neighing and chasing each other.

The dark wings blocked out the sun, the scarlet dragon shadow was as fast as lightning, and the light blue scales blended into the blue sky...

There is also an ugly mud dragon, set against a bunch of hideous and handsome dragons.

Stand out from the crowd!

The giant dragon slowly descended, like six mountains of different sizes taking root.

Six red-robed figures walked down from the dragon's back and gathered together.

One of them took off his hood, revealing a delicate face as pale as paper.

Rehgar remained in his dragonborn state, with a horn protruding from his forehead, and took out a glass candle as usual.

"It's been almost a month since the first round of Dragon's Wrath ended. It's time to give the Dornish people some memories."

As he spoke, the true fire at his waist plunged into the ground, and the flaming red heart at the end of the hilt flashed red together with the glass candle.

"Let's do it."

Damon took off his hood, his voice impatient, his eyes revealing a desire for exploration.

He had learned the binding spell in advance and didn't want his nephew to know more.

[Dragon Stone] is a strategic-level blood sorcery.

Rhaegar looked indifferent. He took one last look at Yronwood and said to himself, "Next time we meet, we should call each other the Altar of the Dragon King."

He clapped his hands and placed the glass candle casually at his feet.

puff!
Flames appeared from the glass candle wick, swaying in a strange arc.

As if receiving a signal, the dragons suddenly became agitated.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton's green vertical pupils were sinister. He roared into the sky and spewed dragon flames at the ruined town.

The other five giant dragons followed suit, hovering over the ruins and spewing dragon flames at the same time.

boom! boom!
Wood and kerosene were placed in the ruins in advance, and the fire was intensified after being detonated.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the entire ruined town was once again engulfed in flames.

It was as if the tragedy of the dragon burning the city was being replayed.

"Gummi Masi..."

Rhaegar's eyes were bright as he silently chanted strange spells.

Damon and others were also undecided and gathered together to chant along.

Looking down from the sky, the six people did not look like the Targaryen royal family, but more like red-robed wizards from outside the narrow sea.

A magical scene happened.

As the spell was uttered, the stone ignited by the dragon flame melted into liquid, swallowed up the piled remains of Dorne nobles and knights, and solidified into black dragonstone.

Wherever the Glutton passes, dark green dragon flames engulf everything, and the material changes texture at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The real fire was inserted diagonally into the ground, and the flaming red heart at the tail end absorbed fire magic while promoting the growth of flames.

The colored glass candle is full of colorful lights, just like a rainbow.

Before I knew it, the sky was dark.

The air was filled with pungent smoke and hot winds.

Rhaegar stood still as a pine tree, using his abundant fire magic to manipulate the black dragon stone into shape.

The fire spread and engulfed the entire town.

Gradually, it got dark.

The flames lit up the night, and the smell of sulfur spread on the wind for dozens of miles.

……

Seven days and nights later.

The weather is clear and the white clouds are floating.

At the exit of the Bone Road, the majestic city of Yronwood turned into a dream bubble.

"Hiss-"

A giant black dragon soared in the sky, circling around a conspicuous coal mountain.

Behind it, several giant dragons of different colors followed and surrounded "Coal Mountain".

It was a tall, steep, and bizarre peak.

It is pitch black, has a strange shape, exudes an ominous aura, and stands alone in the desert.

The mountain is shaped like a crawling dragon, and the jagged black rocks on its surface resemble obsidian scales.

The foot of the mountain covers the original castle, which does not cover a large area.

The height is unusually high, at a full 1,500 feet.

On the top of the giant peak, the mimic dragon's neck is stretched out, with a ferocious dragon head on top.

At this time, the black dragon slowed down, flapped its wings and landed, grabbing the steep mountain with its hind legs.

The thick dragon neck stretched out, and the dragon head just covered the black stone dragon head

"Greedy, you're blocking the view."

With a smile on his face, Rhaegar sat on the edge of the Black Stone Dragon's Mouth where the cool breeze was whistling.

Helena wrapped herself tightly in her loose red robe and lay on her brother's legs, soundly sleeping.

Aemond, with eyes full of envy, stood back to back with Rhaegar and took out his dagger to show off to Aegon, who looked contemptuous.

Daemon and Rhaenys were the elders, dodging the gluttons that suddenly pressed down, standing on their horn crowns and looking down.

“If I hadn’t personally participated, it would have seemed like a miracle.”

Rhaenys showed emotion on her face, and had not yet recovered from the shock of shaping a huge peak.

Rhaegar pinched Helena's cheek and said with a smile, "Compared to building a castle, Dragon Mountain is much easier."

You only need to prepare the supplies, no need to worry about planning.

"Hiss..."

A sharp roar came from the hillside of Dragon Mountain. It was the back of the Black Stone Dragon.

The snake Korakshu stretched its neck and slowly crawled out of the cave.

There are caves of various sizes exposed all over Longshan Mountain, forming a natural dragon's nest.

Judging from its appearance, it looks like a giant black dragon that has fallen and turned into a huge peak to feed its offspring.

Both the actual effect and the external form are far superior to the Dragon Cave of King's Landing and the Dragon Nest of Thousand Faces Island.

It is a truly stunning work that transcends time.

Daemon's eyes sparkled, and he asked himself, "This is just the tip of the iceberg of Old Valyria. How great was Old Valyria at its peak?"

When he and Laena had traveled through the Free Cities, he had plunged into libraries to read about the dragon kings of old Valyria.

One thousand giant dragons and forty dragon king families.

In a war on the Rhoyne River, three hundred giant dragons burned dry the Rhoyne River, known as the "Mother River".

Rhaegar looked back and smiled: "Targaryens will also have magic from now on. As long as there are no problems within, the glory of old Valyria will be restored sooner or later."

It took forty dragon king families thousands of years to conquer the western part of Essos.

The Targaryen family has no competitors and now owns the entire continent of Westeros. It only needs to develop stably and over the long term.

Damon was ambitious and forced a smile: "I can't wait."

After seeing the background of the top Dragon King family, my horizons broadened rapidly.

A small Tyroshi seemed to have lost its initial feeling of fullness.

As he was speaking, there was a sound of climbing on Longshan Mountain.

A messenger was sweating profusely as he lay on the steep neck of the Black Stone Dragon, speaking in a strong voice: "Prince, there is news from Old Town that Starfall City and Blackmont City are attacking the defense line of Qingting Island and are planning to launch a large-scale attack on Old Town."

Hearing this, Rhaegar did not say anything, but glanced at Daemon vaguely.

Damon smiled but said nothing, folding his hands across his chest and watching the show.

In particular, his eyes lingered on his niece who was wrapped like a red caterpillar, with a teasing look in them.

Good boy, a lady from the Eagle's Nest is not enough of a threat, but you dare to lay your hands on Allison's daughter.

He has some of the charm he had in his old days.

"Old Town?"

Before Rhaegar could speak, Aegon took over.

When the old minister Hightower was mentioned, Aegon's face turned pale as if he had eaten a dead fly. He said impatiently, "We haven't conquered Oldtown yet, so why are you in such a hurry?"

The messenger looked embarrassed and replied, "The acting mayor of Old Town sent a message that Earl Mond requested the royal family to destroy Starfall City and Blackmont City to ensure the safety of Old Town."

Aegon was extremely annoyed. "The war in Dorne is going badly, and my father hasn't said anything yet, and Oldtown wants to intervene?"

Whether it happens or not, let’s put a big hat on it first.

Rhaegar looked at him in surprise, wondering secretly: "My stupid brother, has he grown a brain?"

Then I thought about it.

It's no wonder that he was indignant about Hightower's shameful forced marriage to Aegon.

The messenger was so frightened that he could not speak.

Rhaegar waved his hand and said, "Go down. I will protect Oldtown at this critical moment."

He personally burned down Starfall City and Blackmont City and knew the hidden secrets behind them.

The old town was attacked, so hold on for now.

At critical moments, he will show his ability.

The messenger didn't understand any of this and went down the mountain as if he had been pardoned.

The first round of dragon's wrath swept across Dorne, and the crown prince sacrificed the remains of the Dornishmen to a terrible peak.

The reputation of House Targaryen has taken on a darker hue.

The name of Rhaegar Targaryen is known to everyone in Dorne. It can not only stop children from crying, but also scare the timid to death.

"Hmm~"

Helena was awakened, her body curled up like a caterpillar for a while, and she said stupidly: "Brother, the news about Longshan will be reported back to Dorne."

"What's wrong?" Rhaegar pulled her cheek hard.

Helena murmured sleepily, "You might be branded as cruel."

Just like cruel Maegor.

Rhaegar didn't care at all, and even wanted to laugh: "The Dragon's Wrath was first carried out by the Conqueror. Don't forget how many people died in the wrath."

History is written by the victors.

Maegor was called cruel, not only because of his crazy behavior after coming back to life, but also because he lost his life.

He won't lose!

He would not be assassinated on the Iron Throne for no apparent reason.

He patted Helena's slender waist and said with a smile, "Get up as soon as you wake up. The Dornishmen haven't learned their lesson yet and are eager for the second round of dragon's wrath to come."

The most cruel events were told in the gentlest tone.

Helena shuddered and got up quickly and obediently.

Rhaenys interrupted, "What about Oldtown? Lord Mond has asked for help."

"When the time comes, I will take action."

Rhaegar had his own thoughts. He said, "My father was assassinated and is still recuperating in bed. He spends most of the day sleeping. Dorne has paid a far too high a price."

He will continue to kill.

No one resisted when they reached Dorne.

Kill Dorne and make him surrender.

When you kill Dorne, your knees go weak at the mere mention of the Iron Throne.

The dragon's wrath will not end until the goal is achieved.

Even if the Dornes are destroyed!

"Let's go."

Rhaegar rode on the Glutton and said condescendingly, "There are unusual movements in the Bone Road and Sunspear City. The resistance forces are like bamboo shoots that have broken out of their shells. If you leave them alone for a few days, they will emerge from the ground."

Old town, wish you good luck.

Next time you go, be sure to settle some bad debts!
(End of this chapter)