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

Chapter 491 Glutton: Do you understand the value of wild dragon?
"Womithor, you want to fight me?"

The voice was calm, but the expression was very arrogant.

Rhaegar rode on the back of a giant black dragon, as if he were a dragon himself.

"Roar!"

Womisol's pupils turned blood red and he was immediately enraged, and the dragon head shook violently as it tried to squeeze out.

Rhaegar's lips curled up: "Then give it a try."

"Roar……"

The slumber was awakened, and the dragon-eating species entered the nest.

Womisol almost lost his mind, his huge body crashed into the cave, and the temperature around him continued to rise.

The Glutton held his head high, his green vertical pupils revealing human contempt, and he waited quietly for his defeated opponent to break through the terrain restrictions.

There is a tunnel between the cave where it is located and the cave where Wormisol sleeps.

This is for humans to walk on, not giant dragons.

The reason why the gluttons could come here was that they had known every corner of Dragon Mountain in order to steal dragon eggs.

Boom——

Womisol roared loudly, and his neck quickly got out of the tunnel, leaving only his broad shoulders and wings stuck at the entrance.

The entire cave was shaking violently, as if celebrating the angry dragon's escape.

The glutton let out a hot breath, and a cunning look of success flashed in his green eyes.

"Hiss-"

The black dragon shadow rushed out in an instant as its wings scratched the ground, opening its huge mouth full of dragon saliva and biting as much as it wanted.

puff-

The scales broke and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Womisol screamed as his thick neck was bitten. He swayed back and forth in shock and anger.

It actually dared to attack by surprise!
"Hiss-"

The glutton roared excitedly, and stepped firmly on Womisoor's dragon head with one of its hind paws, enjoying the hard-earned delicacy.

At this moment, his head, which was filled with violent thoughts, felt extremely proud and complacent.

Letting your dragon head squeeze out of the tunnel means it is confident of victory.

Using the neck to drill a tunnel to attack is to teach the opponent a lesson.

It's a wild dragon!
As we all know, wild dragons will do anything to survive.

"Roar……"

Womisol was suppressed in an instant, a piece of flesh and blood was lost from his neck, and hot dragon flames spewed out of his mouth.

Shila-

The glutton did not dodge or evade, allowing the dragon flame to burn its hind legs. The pain greatly stimulated its hunting desire.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, anger surged up.

The entire dragon was pressed against the outer wall of the tunnel, the sharp fingers of one of its hind feet digging into the rock, and its wings spread up and down.

Form a difficult climbing upside down posture.

With the support of one hind leg and two wings, the glutton raised its head to swallow the torn flesh and blood, and stepped hard with its burned hind legs.

boom--

After one of Womisol's dragon flames, the black dragon claws stomped heavily on the dragon's head, causing a moment of forced dizziness.

"Hiss-"

After a successful attack, the Glutton became more rampant and completely transformed into a big evil dragon, raising and lowering its hind legs with more and more force each time.

There was no way for Wormisol to avoid being trampled madly by his opponent, and he let out a low roar of impotence and rage.

However, his body was stuck in the tunnel and he couldn't fight back effectively.

Behind the two giant dragons, a gray shadow crouched timidly, witnessing such a brutal scene.

The big claws stomped on the head.

That is to say, as an adult dragon, Womithor has incomparably strong vitality and defense.

If it were it, the dragon's head would probably be flattened with the first hit.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton raised his head and roared, his dragon kiss was stained with hot dragon blood, making his originally terrifying appearance even more hideous.

"Calm down, old man."

Rhaegar remained calm and watched the one-sided abuse between the two dragons.

He must remember the purpose.

A wild baby dragon that is stranded outside.

"Roar!!"

Womisol swung the dragon head faster to avoid being trampled by the dragon's claws, and sprayed out the dragon flame accumulated in his throat in one breath.

In an instant, the entire underground cave was stained with a dazzling golden color.

The dragon flame splashed around like magma, not only hitting the glutton, but also almost hitting the bystander.

Rhaegar leaned back, and the dragon flame flew past his hair, igniting a wisp of golden flame.

"damn it!"

Lei Jia's body was almost suspended in the air, and he changed his expression and said, "Come on, Dragon Guards, didn't you feed the cattle and sheep?"

"Hiss-"

The glutton was startled when he heard that, then he felt a sense of unwillingness to admit defeat and opened his dragon mouth to bite.

The foolish driver complains that it doesn't hit hard enough?
It is simply contrary to Tiangang.

Rhaegar sensed this emotion and rolled his eyes mercilessly.

I originally thought that Womisol would be furious and there would be a thrilling battle.

The result was a reckless dragon that was only big in size but not smart.

Being severely ravaged by the insidious and cunning glutton.

His dragon whip was ready.

As soon as the thought comes to mind, changes occur in the dark.

Just as the glutton was about to take a bite, Wormisol fought back with all his might, stretching his neck and trying to bite back.

boom--

The glutton is not a vegetarian either, and he spews out dark green dragon flames in an instant.

"Roar!"

Womisoel missed his attack and let out a creepy howl.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Womisoer suddenly began to grow a brain.

Taking advantage of the moment when the Glutton was spewing dragon flames, he quickly pulled back his neck that was stuck in the tunnel, despite the burning sensation like a maggot on his tarsal bones.

Successfully escaped from trouble.

Rhaegar glared slightly and warned, "Greedy, the other party escaped."

"Hiss-"

The Glutton didn't give up so easily, and the dragon flame kept spewing out, aiming at the narrow tunnel.

As soon as the dragon flame touched it, the rock gradually twisted and deformed. In just a few breaths, the surrounding rock walls melted into magma, quickly expanding into a spacious furnace passage.

Wait a moment for the magma to solidify.

The glutton had dark green eyes and crawled slowly and firmly step by step.

tread!
Tap! !
The dragon's claws hooked onto the ground, crushing the ash layer that had not yet completely solidified, splashing out bright yellow magma.

The high temperature burned the black scales, making a harsh crackling sound.

Rhaegar sat upright on the dragon's back, and wisps of white smoke could be vaguely seen floating out.

The Glutton's scales are reinforced to be as hard as Valyrian steel and extremely heat resistant.

At the same time, high temperatures came from all directions.

Rhaegar remained calm, simply tied his long silver-gold hair behind his head and held his breath slightly.

In a high temperature environment, the air is in a vacuum.

Even if you can breathe, it's all harmful substances.

The glutton crawled slowly, his vertical pupils staring at the dimly lit cave at the end of the tunnel.

Rhaegar's body rose and fell, and his dragon whip hung at his knees.

One man and one dragon, fearless.

……

Chaotou Island.

Climax City, Nine-bill Hall.

Rhaenys looked calm, leaning against the wine cabinet with her arms folded, staring at the other side of the lobby.

"That's the way it is."

"Is it true?"

"Nine times out of ten."

Damon frowned, bent over and sat on a chair, tilting his head to communicate with a spy.

The spy's face was frozen as he reported in a low voice: "There is a dragon in the Sea of ​​Smoke. The explorers from Volantis saw it."

"Okay, I know."

Daemon was distracted and pulled a bag of gold dragons from his sleeve and handed it over.

Taking the money bag, the spy left the hall.

"A new wild dragon has appeared?"

Renis was curious, and her thin eyebrows raised slightly.

Damon nodded slightly, his face grim: "A wild blue baby dragon, I don't know where it was hatched from."

Hearing this, Rhaenys thought, "The matter of the young dragon could be a big deal or a small one. It's best to report it to the royal family immediately."

She wanted to say report it to Rhaegar.

Before he could say it out loud, for fear of upsetting his petty cousin, he changed it to the word royal family.

Damon raised his eyebrows, with a hint of imperceptible dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Damn royal family.

My brother was lying in bed, and Rhaenyra was a woman.

In the end, it was still handed over to my good nephew to deal with.

During the conversation, a third voice interrupted.

"Prince Rhaegar is on Dragonstone right now. He should handle this matter."

Damon turned his head and looked at the drifting wooden throne inside the Nine-Wall Hall.

The sea snake sat upright with a serious expression: "The last time the Smoky Sea Wild Dragon appeared, it triggered a war between the Kingdom and the Three Women's Kingdoms."

"This time, the Smoke Sea Wild Dragon must not fall into the hands of others, thereby touching the sensitive nerves of the royal family."

Deep down, he hated war.

Don't want to pay more.

Rhaenys glanced at her husband and explained to Daemon: "Valaryon has sacrificed too much and needs to rest and recuperate."

The men always spoke in a roundabout way.

Why can't you just speak your mind?

Daemon laughed dumbly: "I will report it. Rhaegar must know about this."

He sent spies to the sea of ​​smoke to find medicine to cure his brother's mental damage.

Using the map of Targaryen ancestral property shared by their good nephew, more than a dozen exploration teams entered the Sea of ​​Smoke.

What's more, not only did they find clues about medicine, but they also found news about a baby dragon.

Daemon's mind drifted away, and he returned to a courtyard in Tyrosh, where he seemed to see his mistress, Messalia.

That woman was born a dancer, lowly and dirty.

But beneath that beautiful face, there is a very intelligent heart.

After Messalia's miscarriage, the two had a long period of rift.

The reason is that Messalia doesn't feel safe and gives up on Damon, the dissolute prince.

To put it bluntly, a bitch dumped him.

Messaria lived in a brothel in Flea Bottom, making a living by selling information.

He once had close contacts with Otto Hightower.

It was not until Daemon conquered Tyrosh that he needed a figure similar to the chief of intelligence to send someone to retrieve Messalia.

As expected, the old lovers got back together.

In an instant, Damon thought of many things.

The elder brother who had waited anxiously for his son, the nephew who was about to ascend the throne, Lannar who nearly died during childbirth...

Finally, the picture freezes on the pale-skinned Messalia.

One night sixteen years ago, the bitch accused him of being a coward who was afraid of his brother who sat on the Iron Throne, causing the miscarriage of their boy.

Damon recalled the past, covered his mouth with his big hand without leaving a trace, and let out an imperceptible sigh.

"I need a son, sorry."

He lowered his head and muttered to himself, "Rhaenyra got back the dragon egg, so I will catch a baby dragon."

There was a dark and uncertain light in Damon's eyes, as if he was complaining about the unfair treatment he had suffered.

Dragon eggs and dragon babies are under royal control.

The dragon eggs of the two daughters still recognized their adoptive mother and relied on Rainier's charity.

He was sure he would have a son.

Without any gift from the royal family, he managed to save up an ownerless dragon for his son on his own.

"Let's go to Dragonstone later."

Damon's thoughts were clear as he thought to himself.

My good nephew's whereabouts are unknown, and his behavior on his way to Dragonstone is very strange.

There must be a secret.

As it happens, he also has a secret.

(End of this chapter)