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

Chapter 593 Fire Dragon Bug and Fire Ore

Rhaegar was shocked beyond words.

It was the first time I saw so many dragon corpses. It felt like I was stepping into a cemetery filled with death and wailing.

"Your Majesty, there is a lot of fine print."

Sea Snake said in a deep voice.

Rhaegar looked dazed for a moment, and slowly approached on the ruins of the walls.

It was a relatively intact stone wall, black in color and seemed to be made of dragon stone.

Although it was broken into several pieces, it was thick enough to be preserved.

Rhaegar rubbed his brows and focused more on reading the subtle text.

It was still High Valyrian, with some of the dialect of the Long Summer Lands in it.

Translated, it roughly means:

"Dragon King...Dianliga...Marriage..."

Rhaegar translated word for word, and his heart skipped a beat when he read "Daianliga".

The space bracelet given by the good uncle came from one of the heirs of Diane Liga.

Looking at the forty dragon king families, their strength should not be underestimated.

Rhaegar's eyes flickered slightly, and he translated the last few sentences based on some vague spells at the beginning.

stab-

Picking up a piece of gravel, he scratched the blurry spell, which was the opening word for learning the Binding Spell.

I think that the top dragon king families would carve some binding spells in important places such as dragon caves to teach their offspring how to contact dragons.

The sea snake chose to ignore it and read out the last paragraph: "Families marry and blood blends."

There is also a simple volcano mural on the stone wall.

But there is only a totem of two entwined dragons on the left side, and the right side is empty.

Rega saw through it at a glance and guessed, "This is the building of the Dai'anliga family. The totem is also the symbol of the family."

As for the blank space on the right side of the volcano mural, it must belong to an unknown Dragon King family.

The giant dragons tamed by this type of dragon king family are relatively unstable and do not have their own exclusive totem carvings.

Including the Targaryen family, they can all be said to be penniless.

Apart from a few dragons, their assets are not even as good as those of some local nobles and powerful maritime families with fleets in Changxia.

The sea snake is well-read and has a clearer understanding of the traditions of his ancestors. He chuckled and said, "Perhaps the family we are marrying into will be one of our families."

The surnames of the three families are inextricably linked in the culture of ancient Valyria.

Two of the families are likely bloodline branches of another branch.

After all, the people of Old Valyria were originally a group of backward nomads.

It was not until the giant dragon living in the Fourteen Fire Peaks did it rise up with lightning speed.

Rhaegar remained silent, uninterested in the joke.

After the Doom, Old Valyria fell like a meteor.

Ninety percent of the culture and heritage were buried under the magma, causing the Targaryen, the only remaining bloodline of the Dragon King, to still lag behind.

"I'll take a look around, Lord Corliss."

Rhaegar was in a depressed mood. He tied the small dragon skull to his belt and walked towards several dragon skeletons in the ruins.

He is a pure descendant of Valyria and has a special feeling for dragons.

Even when riding on the back of a dragon, one does not consider the dragon to be a slave, a tool, or even a cold-blooded beast.

Dragons are sacred, the only remaining magic of old Valyria.

"Lord Corliss, help me cut off these dragon skulls."

Rhaegar spoke in a low voice, drew out his "True Fire" and chopped at the spine of the dragon lying on the wall.

He wanted to bury the dragon skulls.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Corlys could understand such a sentiment, as did Velaryon's love of ships and the sea.

He waved his hand and ordered the sailors to help.

Bang!

Rega swung his sword and it got stuck in the gap of the dragon's spine, flying sparks.

Having been in the dragon's lair for many years, Rega did not stop, fiddling with the hilt of the sword to pry open the gap.

After a dragon dies, it is very difficult to remove all its scales, flesh, and fascia.

On the contrary, it is easier to cut off the spine and preserve the dragon skull.

Bang! Bang!
Sailors joined in the work, hacking at the keel with their scimitars.

Rhaegar turned a deaf ear to it and concentrated on dealing with the dragon skeleton in front of him.

After a rough count, Chen Heng found at least five dragon skeletons in the ruins.

The largest one is the one in the middle, and the smallest one is a pendant around his waist.

The rest were lying in various places in the ruins, their bones badly broken, as if they had been crushed during their lifetime.

Bang!

Rhaegar narrowed his eyes and chopped harder and harder.

Gradually, the mind seemed to be immersed in it.

Bang!

A sword cut off a piece of bone, and sparks flew all over his head.

Rega subconsciously raised his elbow to block it, and suddenly his eyes blurred.

"His-"

In a trance, I heard painful dragon roars.

Rhaegar's body stiffened, and a feeling of weightlessness filled his whole body.

"This exploration mission is now open, the target is the remains of a group of dragons."

The system prompt sounded suddenly, issuing an explorer mission.

Rhaegar frowned, the dragon roar in his ears gradually disappeared, and his body gradually regained control.

"Hoo~!"

Exhaling deeply, Rhaegar looked around to make sure no one around noticed anything unusual.

Bring up the Explorer panel.

【Dragon Remains】

Exploration progress: 0.2%
Rhaegar stood in front of the dragon skeleton, with true fire stuck in the gap between its spine.

I took a look at my feet and saw a piece of black bone residue that looked ordinary.

"Do you want to rest in peace too?"

Rhaegar sighed in his heart, feeling both relieved and helpless.

The death of several giant dragons together actually formed an exploration mission.

It should not be a problem of quantity, but the sadness and unwillingness when the dragon falls.

The fourteen fire peaks that they relied on the most and regarded as their nest erupted without any warning.

Real helplessness and despair.

Bang!

Rhaegar had nothing much to say, he just kept repeating the action of swinging his sword.

……

At night, the sky is dotted with stars.

It is hard to imagine that there is a piece of soil in the sea of ​​smoke where you can see the starry sky.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Suddenly, a long and sharp roar came from the fire peak shrouded in mist.

Look down.

Completely different from the Snow Peak, the Fire Peak is a veritable giant volcano.

The towering mountain is hidden in the mist, with a layer of withered green plant roots covering its surface. At the bare foot of the mountain, rocks formed by volcanic ash are scattered everywhere.

At first glance, even if Dragon Mountain on Dragonstone Island was enlarged several times, it would not be as magnificent.

"Hiss!"

A black dragon shadow flew by and lay in a cave on the surface of the fire peak. It went in for a while and then came out angrily.

Next, we went to look for the next cave where volcanic ash was piled up.

Two hundred years ago, the caves were all dragon lairs.

After the apocalypse, magma blocked all caves and tunnels, restoring the original solidity of Fire Peak.

……

Huofeng, underground mine.

Click!

A cluster of torches lit up, illuminating the deep tunnel filled with dust and cobwebs.

"The Embers of Fire Peak are worthy of their name."

Damon covered his mouth and nose, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

After a rough inspection of the caves on the mountainside, it was found that Korakshu was too big to enter.

The next best option is to enter the underground mine.

During the Freedom Fortress Empire era, the Fourteen Fire Peaks were a hell for slaves, who dug day and night, regardless of life and death.

There have been several riots in historical records.

Thus was born the faith of Braavos and the Faceless Men.

Damon continued to walk in and saw many broken bones along the way.

Most of them are human, with a few sheep and pig bones.

These dry bones have been lying there for who knows how many years, and they would break at the slightest touch.

Damon was on guard at all times, silently pulling out the Dark Sister from his waist.

He wanted to prove to his good nephew that he was the only candidate for the title of "Dragon Prince".

Otherwise my brother would always have a sour face as if he was disappointed with me.

As we went deeper, the tunnel unexpectedly widened and rose higher.

I don't know how long it took.

There was a sudden light in front of my eyes, and the faint light was dazzling.

Damon's eyes flashed and he held the Dark Sister tightly.

After turning a corner, the view became wider than ever before.

At first glance, the stone walls are inlaid with various minerals, sparkling in the dim environment.

This is not over yet.

Damon's expression changed slightly, as if he had seen something unexpected.

A giant dragon!
To be precise, the skeleton of a giant dragon.

The skeleton fell in the cave. Its huge body could not be seen from head to tail at a glance, like a dark fortress.

Damon slowly approached and looked at the dragon skeleton carefully.

His skeleton is relatively slender, and he probably looked like Yang Yan or Yin Yi when he was alive.

At a glance, it was over 150 meters in size, larger than Vhagar.

Looking at the brief history of the Targaryen family, perhaps only the Black Death - Balerion and the Glutton can compete with each other.

"An unfortunate old dragon!"

Daemon muttered quietly, lowering his guard and approaching.

The dragon skeleton was as big as a small mountain, curled up in an uncomfortable posture.

One side of the dragon wing was completely broken, and there seemed to be traces of being torn apart.

Dragon head, chest, dragon tail...

They all had scratches of varying degrees, and it was obvious that they had been through many battles.

Damon was daunted.

I just felt an ancient and cold aura pressing down on me as I faced this dragon skeleton.

On the dusty ground where the dragon skeleton lay, a few palm-sized bronze scales were scattered, reflecting a smooth light.

Damon bent down, picked up a piece, and carefully put it in his arms.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Suddenly, a sharp dragon roar sounded, full of threat and ferocity.

Damon was startled and turned his head and asked, "Koraxu!?"

Ignoring the ores and dragon skeletons that filled the cave, they retreated from the tunnel to look for the dragon.

……

Underground mine.

Dark red ore was everywhere, filled with a terrifyingly high temperature of despair.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Korakxiu clung to the stone wall, his snake-like body slightly arched, revealing pure murderous intent.

Gulu gulu...

On the bumpy ground, a bulge suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and a trace of red liquid came out.

puff--

The ground suddenly broke open, and out emerged a scarlet monster that looked like a giant python.

"Hiss..."

The monster opened a split mouth that looked like a lamprey's mouth and pounced towards Korakshu, splashing red saliva everywhere.

boom--

Korakxiu's pupils were erect and fierce, and he spurted out a breath of dragon flame.

"Hiss..."

The monster broke through the dragon flame, and a layer of moist luster appeared on its scarlet body surface. It twisted its body and roared in pain.

What's strange is that the monster has no eyes, ears, or nose, and its body is covered with dense scales.

Like a snake, but not like a snake.

Ugly, twisted, rotten...

It is difficult to describe the absurd appearance with so many words piled up.

"Hiss!!"

Korakshuu let out a roar, spread his wings and pounced forward.

Rumbling--

The two giant beasts collided with each other and both fell to the ground.

The monster was huge, but it was only a sub-adult dragon, and overall no more than ten meters long.

Phew! Phew!
Korak's pupils were sharp, and he bit off the monster's flexible body with his dragon kiss, and tore the two halves of the body into pieces with his small dragon claws.

It seemed as if he was facing a natural enemy, and his methods were terribly brutal and brutal.

puff-

The monster was chopped into pieces and turned into rotten meat.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Korak stretched his neck and let out a loud, sharp neigh.

Immediately, the dragon claws crushed the rotten flesh and crushed every inch of red body fluids.

click-

Hot air gushed out of Korakxiu's nostrils. He leaned over and bit off a piece of fiery red ore from the stone wall, crushing it with his dragon teeth in a few bites.

With a gurgle, he swallowed it into his stomach.

Korakxiu narrowed his pupils slightly, revealing a hint of satisfaction, and lay down leaning against the edge of the stone wall.

(End of this chapter)