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

Chapter 595: The Glutton's Hibernation
The tunnels are interconnected, with crystals of various colored minerals flashing from time to time.

Rega searches for buried history based solely on his senses.

We must explore the Fire Peak while there is still time.

Just walking into the dark tunnel, the fire magic in the air is very strong.

With every breath, the heart can filter strands of pure magic power, subtly strengthening the body.

"Hiss-"

Halfway through the walk, a dragon's roar as muffled as thunder resounded through the tunnel, causing rubble to fall off the top of the head.

Rhaegar's eyes flashed, and he raised his true fire to identify a fork.

Without saying a word, he rushed in at full speed.

……

Boom——

The Glutton's green vertical pupils were sharp, and his huge body filled the crowded mine, while his pale, curved dragon horns scraped against many broken ore.

In front of the giant dragon, the ground was violently surging, forming pits.

"Roar……"

The Glutton roared ferociously, and wisps of dark green dragon flame flowed out of its dragon mouth, ready to erupt at any moment.

There, there were several abominations.

"Hiss..."

With a sharp scream, the pits burst open one after another, and out emerged red monsters.

The monster's mouth was gaping, and its thick body was crushing the gravel, like a death worm ready to devour life at any time.

"Hiss-"

A mouthful of dark green dragon flame spit out, and the Glutton pounced on it swiftly.

Accompanied by a burst of crackling sounds of flesh being torn apart, blood splattered everywhere in the mine, with soft red flesh sticking everywhere.

"Hiss..."

The monsters resisted hard and tried to entangle themselves with the thick dragon claws.

Phew!

The glutton's vertical pupils were filled with cunning and cruelty. He raised his dragon claws and dropped them, instantly crushing the meat into paste.

boom--

A monster opened its ugly mouth and spewed out red flames like acid.

The Glutton was experienced in combat and turned his head to avoid the fragile eyes.

Red flames sprayed on the dragon's neck, and white smoke came out of its black scales, burning away.

"Hiss-"

The glutton felt a slight sting, and his anger was uncontrollable. He stretched his neck and bit it to pieces.

Gollum~~
The dragon's teeth chewed up the rotten meat and swallowed the burning smell mixed with it into its stomach.

Suddenly, I felt full.

"Roar……"

A hint of confusion flashed across the glutton's vertical pupils, and he licked the dragon's kiss with his scarlet tongue, feeling a sense of addiction that was yet to be satisfied.

Turning around, I saw groups of monster corpses lying all over the ground.

Either they would try to burrow back into the ground with half of their body left, or they would twist their broken bodies and scream miserably.

The glutton's nostrils twitched slightly, smelling the disgusting smell that he instinctively rejected.

After a pause, it opened its dragon mouth, picked up half of the monster's remains, and chewed it in big mouthfuls with blood splattering everywhere.

"Glutton!"

Suddenly, the driver's shout was heard from the entrance of the mine.

Rhaegar ran over in one breath, but stopped when he saw this scene.

"Hiss-"

The glutton was eating with relish. He roared at the driver and continued to gnaw on the corpse.

You know what, it smells like a dragon.

Like the young dragons that he hunted in the past, its soft and elastic flesh felt hot like fire, emitting a special kind of heat.

Rhaegar's eyes widened and he asked in surprise: "Fire dragon worm!?"

"Roar……"

The Glutton seemed to respond by picking up a piece of the wreckage and throwing it in front of the driver, which spurted out hot blood with a "pa" sound.

"Careful, man!"

Rhaegar dodged and stepped back, staring at the broken fire dragon worm.

My great-grandfather, the Prime Minister and good friend of the old king, the famous Monk Bath in Westeros, once wrote a book called "Dragons, Lizards, and Winged Dragons: A History of the Unnatural Evolution of Dragons".

Among them is a record of "fire dragon worms" or "dragon maggots", magical creatures that only exist in the land of long summer.

It’s a different feeling to see it with your own eyes.

"Dragon maggots are not a good ingredient."

Rhaegar used his sword to pick up the scaly remains, alerting the gluttons who were feasting.

Whether in old Valyria or in the writings of Septon Bath.

Dragons and dragon maggots are natural enemies, attacking each other in the sky and underground respectively.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the two species share the Fourteen Fire Peaks as their nest, causing territorial struggles between the races.

Even though the dragon maggots have an invulnerable body and the ability to breathe fire, they still cannot stop any dragon.

The dragon cannot burrow into the ground, which gives the dragon maggots a chance to reproduce.

However, are dragon maggots really edible?

"Hang Chih Chih..."

The Glutton answered him with action. Its powerful dragon claws plowed the ground, pulled out the fleeing dragon maggots and swallowed them in one gulp.

"Ok."

In that case, Rega chose to agree.

In the deep soul connection, one can feel the dragon's possessiveness for food.

With every bite, a huge amount of fire magic power is added to the body.

That kind of fire magic is extremely violent and evil.

Rehgar's fire magic is like a gurgling spring, so clear that you can see the fish swimming in the water.

The Glutton's fire magic is restless, like a firecracker ready to be lit at any time.

The fire magic produced after swallowing dragon maggots is like the magma erupted from a volcano, mixed with ashes and thick smoke, full of ominous harmful substances.

The amazing thing is that the glutton chews with big mouthfuls, and the flesh and blood are broken down into the stomach.

Boom!

Rega noticed something strange and touched his chest, where his heart was beating faster.

Bring up the system panel.

【Rhaegar Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragonborn (61%)

Runes: Bronze (green), Ouroboros (blue), Dream Eater (purple)

Blood Sorcery: Binding Spell (blue), Dragon Dance (purple)...

Relics: Blood and Fire, Dream Vision, Pure Water...

Review: "The descendants of Valyria return to the embrace of the Land of Long Summer."

After reading it carefully, I found that except for a slight increase in the number in the blood column, the rest remained unchanged.

His eyes fell on the [Pure Water] and Rega guessed the reason.

One man and one dragon share the ability to detoxify. Only gluttons dare to eat the dragon maggots that are harmful to flesh and blood.

The glutton's green eyes were filled with excitement. He ate the last piece of dragon maggot flesh and blood, and then crashed his huge body into another tunnel.

"Where are you going?"

Rega was stunned for a moment and felt an inexplicable heat.

Boom——

What responded to him was the sound of broken stones. The giant black dragon rushed forward, forcibly expanding the tunnel.

Click!Click!
The glutton sniffed around and found a mine of fiery red ore, which he then chewed up.

Rhaegar followed closely behind and saw the scene of the dragon eating stones.

next moment.

Rega's pupils suddenly shrank, and he absorbed the fire magic power that was so rich that it was about to form substance with just a breath.

Each of those unmined fiery red ores is like a bonfire in the dark night, emitting a scorching heat.

"This kind of ore naturally contains fire magic."

Rhaegar whispered.

The glutton ate at a rapid pace, quickly devouring a wall of fiery red ore until he could swallow no more.

He stretched his thick neck and burped deeply.

The glutton shook his body gently, crouched down on the edge of the pit, and closed his sparkling vertical pupils.

After a while, the hot breathing became long and continuous, as if it was about to enter a dormant state.

Rhaegar showed surprise.

It seems that dragon maggots and fiery red ore provide sufficient energy for the glutton.

The last time it hibernated, it was to devour the fallen wild dragon Mogul.

The Glutton slept for three days and three nights. When he woke up, his body had grown greatly, surpassing Vhagar, who was the largest at that time.

Rhaegar smiled and said hopefully, "Returning to the Land of Long Summer, how much more can you grow."

Before I set foot in the Lands of the Long Summer, I had only a vague idea of ​​Old Valyria.

Only when you truly stand here, you will realize the huge difference.

The air is filled with rich fire magic, and special minerals are nurtured within the fire peaks.

No wonder the Black Death, Balerion, is so huge.

A dragon born in the land of long summer has a higher starting point than a dragon that hatches from its shell on the continent of Westeros.

Rhaegar was in a trance for a moment, and muttered quietly: "No wonder Balerion was chased by several dragons in Daenys's dream."

I'm afraid it swallowed too many special ores at the Fourteen Fire Peaks and encountered joint resistance from other dragons.

Click!

Rega broke off a piece of fiery red ore with his bare hands and sensed the abundant fire magic.

The growth of a dragon cannot be separated from the nourishment of fire magic.

The existence of the Fourteen Fire Peaks is simply a growth platform for the giant dragon.

Rega's thoughts turned, and he crushed the ore with force, with fire magic lingering between his five fingers.

Unfortunately, the fire magic power is too complex and not suitable for large-scale absorption.

"If you want to use it, you have to purify the impurities little by little."

Rhaegar looked at the fiery red ore inlaid on the four stone walls, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

It is not suitable for humans to absorb, but it can be fed to dragons.

Must be utilized.

……

into the night.

King's Landing, Red Keep.

"She sent me a letter."

A deep voice sounded, blowing out the dim candlelight.

Helena knelt on the carpet, silently sewing a girl's dress.

"You can keep quiet, sister."

Emond sat cross-legged on the other side, took the candlestick and stirred the wick to make the candle flame brighter.

Helena lowered her head and remained silent.

"The Dornishmen don't deserve sympathy, do they?"

Aemond turned back, trying to find recognition.

In the dim room, the brother and sister stood back to back.

Helena had no expression on her face and was immersed in her own world.

Just like from childhood to adulthood, I have always been a listener.

"Ugh."

Imond sighed imperceptibly, his back slightly bent, wanting to lean on the other person but hesitant.

Helena glanced at him sideways, lowered her head and bit off the thread, and reminded him, "You should go back."

Who can discipline a child who has made mistakes since childhood?

She is the elder sister, she can't hold the sword "Changxia" and stab her younger brother to death.

Get out of here!
Aemond was slightly embarrassed. Seeing the small dress embroidered with a purple flower, he changed the subject: "You want to dress my nephew as a girl?"

"Different seeds will produce different flowers."

Helena spoke in a calm tone and no longer took anything seriously.

"Ok."

Emond didn't understand, he just knew that his sister didn't welcome him.

"I'm going to patrol the Red Keep. You should go to bed early."

He stood up, slung his sword over his shoulder, and reluctantly opened the door.

He also wanted his sister to stay with him for a while longer.

Although they don't quite understand each other, their blood relationship makes both sides feel at ease.

boom--

The door closed gently, but still made a dull sound.

Helena raised her head, a look of confusion flashed across her eyes.

She got up and rummaged through the basket where the thread spools were kept, and took out another little boy's garment to sew.

Silently, continue sewing.

……

Narrow Sea, outside Crab Island.

In the quiet night, the waves surge up and down.

Clusters of flames appeared out of nowhere, illuminating the outline of a huge fleet.

On the wide sails, there are symbols of purple shells and golden scales.

Representing Braavos and Pentos respectively.

dong dong dong-

A thunderous sound of drums rang out, spreading across most of the sea.

Under the cover of night, another fleet crossed Crab Bay.

The clan emblem of a crescent-shaped eagle is painted on the sail.

(End of this chapter)