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

Chapter 599: Dirty Blood

Sea of ​​smoke, a lost land.

The gloomy sky and the absurd and weird atmosphere.

The heavy rain stirred up water mist, and strange fish jumped out of the sky among the broken walls.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton stood in the ruins, its dark body like a mountain, blocking half of the sky from the cold rain.

Rhaegar stood in front of the dragon, staring ahead with cold eyes.

"dragon!!"

"It's a giant dragon and a big ship..."

"..."

A group of ragged silver-haired figures huddled in the ruins, staring at the giant black dragon and whispering.

In Rega's sight, he could see their appearance clearly with the help of the dark green dragon flame.

There were a dozen young Valyrian men, wearing tattered armor and holding rusty swords in their hands.

But these men have strange appearances, even deformed.

Small scales grow on the face, purple pupils are too large or split, and the spine is unnaturally curved...

Some even have buck teeth or upturned noses, and deformed hands and feet.

"This is a bunch of...freaks."

Rhaegar's eyes were dark and his face was cold.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton was drenched in the heavy rain, and was in an extremely irritable mood, with strands of green fire overflowing from his dragon mouth.

"Dragon King, the foreign Dragon King..."

The crowd shouted in panic and looked at the tall Rhaegar with fear.

At this time, Rhaegar stood sideways, with his wet silver hair sticking to his face, showing the inhuman beauty of the Targaryen family to the fullest.

Compared with them, the people mentioned above are just a mob.

"Which dragon king is this?"

Some people murmured timidly, silently looking up at the mountain-like black dragon.

In a flash, the pitch-black dragon head hung above the rider's head, the dragon's mouth opened into a cruel arc, and it stared with two clusters of eerie green ghost fires.

That terrifying and cunning look was as if he was staring at a delicious meal.

pat!

Leijia took two steps forward, kicked away the ugly fish that was blocking his way, and shouted: "Who can tell me the origin of this city-state and you?"

quiet!
There was deathly silence, and the crowd was completely silent.

They lowered their silver heads and hid behind each other, wishing they could crawl into the cracks in the ground.

Rhaegar looked around and saw no threat.

All that can be seen is fear and covering one's face.

They seem to not want others to discover their deformed bodies and expose the window paper of their fragile hearts.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Korakhuu landed to the side, stepped on half of the broken wall, and slowly lowered his snake-like dragon neck.

The sea serpent led the sailors to land and surrounded the ruined city-state.

"His Majesty."

The sea snake had a gloomy expression and looked at the group of locals as if they were monsters.

When we set foot in the Land of Long Summer, we assume that there will be descendants of Valyria alive.

But after wandering around for three months, there was not even a decent beast, let alone a bloodline that could survive the doomsday catastrophe.

Climbing up this seemingly dilapidated city-state, there are so many...freaks.

"Be patient, Lord Corliss."

Rhaegar looked alert and took out the dragon-hunting compass to deduce.

The stone pointer spun wildly, pointing to the west side of the ruined city-state, where the remains of a building faced the cliffs facing the sea.

This means that the blue dragon has not escaped and is still hiding on this land.

Correspondingly, what he wants should also exist.

stomping on...

The rain gradually subsided, and a figure walked out of the dilapidated building behind the crowd.

He was wearing a gray robe full of holes, holding a rattan cane, and walking with a limp.

"Dear guests from afar, we sincerely welcome you."

The figure lifted his hood, revealing a fairly handsome and tough face.

"who are you?"

Rhaegar said solemnly.

The man opposite had long gray hair, cloudy and lifeless pupils, and a black robe that could not hide his bare, lame foot.

He doesn't look like a Valyrian, but more like a wizard from Qarth.

"My name is Charles, the noble Dragon King."

Gray-haired Charles bowed slightly and gripped the cane tightly.

"Char?" Rhaegar's eyes flickered as he asked, "What's your last name?"

He saw the flag of the Orion family.

Gray-haired Charles lowered his head and said in a trembling voice, "Honorable Dragon King, there is no need to test us. We are all descendants of the Dragon King of Orion."

After a pause, a flush of excitement appeared on his stiff face: "Excuse me, which family are you a descendant of?"

As he spoke, his cloudy pupils looked at the pitch-black dragon, revealing genuine reverence.

A giant dragon, a true adult dragon.

Not to mention their descendants with incomplete bloodlines, even the Orion family before the doomsday catastrophe were ancient creatures that could be counted on one hand.

Facing the descendant of Orion in front of him, Rhaegar was silent for a moment and secretly grasped the true fire at his waist.

However, he did not take action, but instead gave the sea snake a wink.

The sea snake was thoughtful and suddenly realized:

"Before you stands Rhaegar I of House Targaryen, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, Conqueror of the Narrow Sea, Lord of Volantis, Breaker of Chains, Maker of Ashes, and Shepherd of Dragons!" These words were powerful and every word echoed in the rainy night.

The grey-haired Charles was stunned, and subconsciously murmured: "House Targaryen..."

Isn’t that a family of the Dragon King that was banished and wandered?
Once upon a time, he was known as an exile who was laughed at by everyone.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton roared, and the dragon head slowly drooped, with its green vertical pupils flashing with ferocity.

Rhaegar stood before the dark dragon and said solemnly, "I came here to find a rare treasure from ancient Valyria to heal my father's mental damage. Do any of you know of it?"

……

As the night deepened, the rain stopped.

Two tall figures were walking in an abandoned and collapsed palace.

Rhaegar stepped over the rotten bricks and stones, his eyes suspicious. "You said this is Telia, where the resurrection orchid grows?"

According to the clear records in various Dragon King books, Telia is an ancient city-state.

It is one of the more core city-states of ancient Valyria.

Gray-haired Charles remained humble at all times and answered every question: "As you said, Telia was destroyed long ago after the Doomsday catastrophe, and there is no trace of its former glory..."

Then, he took the initiative to mention: "You said you came from the land of Changxia. There should be an Oros ruins on the other side of the sea of ​​smoke. My ancestors have been back there."

If the fleet did not choose to cross the Sea of ​​Smoke, but instead searched for land plates in parallel.

You never know if you might come across that ruins.

Rhaegar's eyes rolled, and he asked for explanation, "Is your ancestor really the Dragon King Orion, the survivor who proclaimed himself Emperor of Old Valyria at Qohor?"

"It is not self-proclaimed. Back then, our ancestors were the great men who restored Old Valyria."

The gray-haired Ciel immediately retorted.

I didn't pay attention to my feet and almost tripped over the gravel.

Rhaegar glanced at him and had nothing to say.

Realizing that he was too excited, the gray-haired Charles quickly changed his words: "Of course, no one could have imagined that the blood brothers of Targaryen could take root in the Western Continent."

"Not only did he unite the First Men, the Andals, and the Rhoynar, he also brought both sides of the Narrow Sea and Volantis back into the fold of Old Valyria."

As he spoke, the envy in his eyes almost overflowed, and his staggering steps became lighter.

Isn’t such an achievement what Dragon King Orion is pursuing?

Adhering to the will of their ancestors, Old Valyria is the hope that keeps them alive in this prison.

Rega pondered secretly and asked tentatively: "Oryon Dragon King disappeared after entering the Sea of ​​Smoke. Why did he leave his bloodline in Telia?"

This is what concerns him.

An orally passed down emperor of ancient Valyria, a survivor of the Doomsday, and one of the few noble Dragonlords who rode dragons.

The stories he left behind are far more valuable than a ruined city-state.

"Your Majesty, that's too far."

Gray-haired Charles lowered his eyes and whispered, "The ancestors wanted to return to the Free Fortress Empire, but encountered extreme climate and monster attacks, and finally drifted to Telia."

"At that time, Telia was in ruins. The fleet led by our ancestors was almost destroyed, so we could only stay here temporarily."

“But then disaster struck.”

Having said that, the gray-haired Charles slowly walked to a charred wall and said with his head down: "The dragon is dead."

"The dragon of the Orion Dragon King?"

Rhaegar asked.

"Yes, a fierce red dragon."

The gray-haired Charles looked compassionate and said, "It's like the scarlet dragon that the dragon king who accompanied you rode, but it's more sturdy."

Hearing this, Rega nodded slightly.

The entire fleet was destroyed, and the only dragon was wounded and died.

The Dragon King Orion completely lost the capital to restore Valyria, and even more so the ability to walk out of the Sea of ​​Smoke.

No need to think too much, he must have been trapped to death in Telia.

"But your body..."

Rhaegar hesitated for a moment and stopped talking.

"You mean our deformity."

Gray-haired Charles was already numb, and said calmly: "The Sea of ​​Smoke is a cursed land. No matter if we marry outsiders or follow tradition to maintain our bloodline, the newborns will have more or less problems."

The entire city of Tria has a population of less than a hundred people.

Most of them are freaks with congenital deformities and mentally retarded and useless people.

Even the newborns in recent years are monsters with scales and tails, and they die as soon as they are born.

It won't be long before Telia will be a dead city.

Leijia's brows were twisted into a knot, and his understanding of the sea of ​​smoke reached a new level.

No wonder there are no indigenous people in the fertile land of Changxia.

Even if luck really happens, I'm afraid my bloodline will be cut off.

"So, your gracious majesty."

Gray-haired Charles fell to his knees and begged bitterly, "Please, for the sake of our shared bloodline, lead my people out of the sea of ​​smoke and stop them from falling further."

Rhaegar refused without changing his expression, saying, "My ship can't hold so many people."

"Your Majesty, please show mercy."

The grey-haired Charles raised his cane and struck the charred wall. He said earnestly, "Ensure the continuation of the bloodline of Old Valyria, and you will receive the gift of friendship."

"Like?" Rhaegar tilted his head.

"The resurrection orchid you need is grown in the secret room."

Gray-haired Charles' eyes were full of sincerity, and he spoke faster: "There are some relics left by our ancestors in there, and you will definitely not be disappointed."

"Oh, there's a secret room?"

Rhaegar looked at the ordinary, broken walls in the ruins with a strange look in his eyes.

Boom——

With a simple operation, the gray-haired Charles created a crack under the charred wall, forming an underground entrance.

"Your Majesty, you only need to enter and you can get what you want."

(End of this chapter)