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

Chapter 605: The Sheep Thief Shows Off His Power

"A dragon egg?"

Helena frowned and picked up a small piece of clothing she was sewing.

Rhaegar raised his lips slightly and placed the black dragon egg in the baby cradle that had been prepared in advance: "Dream Fire's egg, do you remember it?"

It once belonged to him, but unfortunately it failed to hatch.

Helena nodded, suddenly remembering the origin of the dragon egg.

It was Rhaenyra who snatched it back from her uncle Daemon.

Aegon was not yet born at that time.

Rhaegar sat down, touched Helena's bulging belly with his hand, and said with a smile: "When father is cured, the baby should be born."

He predicted it would be a boy.

Helena's eyes rolled and she slowly pursed her lips.

"I shall leave for Qohor tomorrow."

Rhaegar patiently accompanied him and opened the topic: "Where is Aegon? Why can't I see him?"

"At Harrenhal, he fell in love with the Hall of a Hundred Hearths."

"Haha, that's a great place for a banquet."

"His concubine is pregnant, and the scholar speculates that it is a boy."

The brother and sister asked and answered questions, talking about the good things about Aegon.

Helena's face froze, and she leaned over to Rhaegar's ear and said seriously, "Aegon's wife Elena was very jealous, and secretly sent a letter to her mother to complain, but Aegon found out and drove her back to the Stepstones."

After saying this, he raised his chin slightly, like a proud kitten asking for praise.

Rhaegar hesitated for a moment, rubbed her furry head, and said speechlessly: "This boy really dares to love and hate."

Even after the Black-Green War, Aegon still cast a shadow over Hightower.

Allison's status plummeted and he was unable to help his unfavored niece.

After a while, Helena yawned and lay down on the strong thighs without any hesitation.

"The baby will be born in three months. You have to be careful."

Rhaegar smoothed her hair and enjoyed the rare quiet afternoon.

Helena closed her eyes, rubbed her little head against his arms, and hummed softly with her red nose.

King's Landing is known as a leaky rat's nest.

Any Targaryen king who lives there will be under the watchful eyes of countless people.

A little girl stayed behind in the Red Fort, unable to sleep alone every night.

Rega adjusted his breathing and slowed down his heartbeat.

Bring up the system panel.

【Rhaegar Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragonborn (69%)

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

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

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

Special items: Space necklace, Dragon horn (exclusive)

Comment: "The magic power in the blood is too depleted, and the real dragon will fall into a deep sleep."

Rhaegar glanced over and lowered his eyes silently.

The aftereffects of rashly using the Dragon Horn might last for a year or even several years.

Although it does not affect the foundation, it still makes things a little weaker.

The fire magic in the blood became thinner and recovered slowly day by day.

Maybe I need to find a place with plenty of fire magic.

For example, Dragon Mountain on Dragonstone.

"Brother~"

Helena closed her eyes tightly and suddenly whispered, "Aemond will be in danger."

……

That night.

The king's palace.

"Come on, be careful."

Allison had a calm look in her eyes as she helped her husband turn over and wrung out the towel to wipe his body.

"Sigh~~"

The wet towel touched the cut on his back, and Viserys gasped in pain.

"Sorry sorry."

Allison was startled and took out the ointment and applied it carefully.

The evening breeze blew through the curtains, and the bedroom was filled with the smell of herbs.

Viserys was obese, with cuts and wounds all over his body, which had become clotting from lying in bed for so long.

Allison was already used to it, and his movements were skillful and gentle.

"Thanks a lot."

Viserys spoke through gritted teeth, breathless.

Allison paused, then applied the medicine as if nothing had happened.

After so many years, I have become accustomed to it.

Viserys glanced up and whispered, "The children are grown."

"Yeah." Allison responded calmly.

"When I have recovered my strength, I will ride on Wormithor and take you back to Old Town for a tour."

Viserys lay back down, chatting away with a smile.

Allison's expression changed, and his inner world was rich.

"It will get better. Everything will be fine."

Viserys closed his eyes and murmured.

……

a few days later.

Essos continent, Qohor.

"Hiss!"

An ugly mud dragon soared above the city-state. Every time its brown wings passed by, dragon flames like mud dots fell.

The city was dead silent, with brown dragon flames and pitch-black scorched earth everywhere.

Most of the buildings were destroyed, and the temples built against the mountain were reduced to ruins.

Civilians took refuge in cellars as if the world was ending.

Outside the city gate, Qohor Forest.

A large banner with three red dragons painted on it was planted in the camp, surrounded by Dothraki who were gathered to vent their anger.

The chaotic noises entered the big tent, igniting the already hidden anger.

boom!
Emond's face turned pale, and he kicked over the sand table with his foot, his face gloomy: "These damned lowly people, they are so fearless of death!"

The dragon burned for days, but no one opened the city to surrender.

The Dothraki cavalry were not good at attacking cities, and at the signal of the Khaor, they gathered together to cause chaos all day long.

"A vulgar savage, a lowly bastard."

Aemond glanced outside the tent and saw two Dothraki men drawing their swords to fight over a topless woman.

Shila-

One man's artery was severed and blood gushed out like a fountain.

The winner let out a wild shout, and regardless of the blood and stench on his face, he hugged the woman and rode on the corpse.

The more he looked at it, the angrier he became, and he wished he could dig out his only remaining eye.

"Don't let anger cloud your reason. The advantage is always on our side." Otto silently stepped aside and turned the ring on his thumb.

The situation was indeed a bit tricky, and the untouchables of Qohor were outraged.

But they have a giant dragon on their side.

Aemond sneered, "How do you think you can make up for a city-state that was lost in vain, Grandfather?"

"We have plenty of time, but they don't."

Otto raised his eyelids and said calmly, "There is a lot of gold in the city, but not enough food."

Cole, who had been guarding the door, walked in and said, "Prince, there are other free trade cities causing trouble here. We should cut off part of the route."

For example, Braavos, Pentos, and the closest one, Norvos.

These three city-states worked together to secretly instigate the Qohor Rebellion.

Aemond sneered: "If they dare to come, I will chop them into pieces and feed them to the dragons."

"That's right, this is how you should treat the untouchables!"

Bartimus lay on the mat in the corner, stretching his bandaged and bloody abdomen, loudly complaining about the injuries he had suffered.

He was nearly having his intestines pulled out and his penis cut off while he was tied to the gallows.

It would have been better if he didn't say anything, but Imond's veins bulged when he heard the voice.

Bang!

He picked up a stone carving and smashed it on the other person's head, pointed at his nose and yelled, "Shut up, you ugly brainless toad!"

Bartimos screamed and his head was broken and bleeding.

But since he had no hands, he could only cover the wound with his sleeves, which was both pitiful and ridiculous.

No one tried to persuade them, and everyone just watched coldly.

Who asked the wealthy guys to propose high-pressure policies to squeeze the last drop of blood from the common people?

He was primarily responsible for the riot at Kohor.

……

In the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly.

A giant black dragon flew across the endless white clouds, its shadow covering a large area of ​​lush forest, and then it chose a hidden open space to land.

Boom——

Its huge body crushed many tree trunks, raising a cloud of dust.

"Wait for me, glutton."

Rhaegar looked solemn as he looked down at the deserted wooden fence camp below, then turned over and slid off the dragon's back.

In the huge camp, there was nothing but horse manure and hoof pits all over the ground, and foul-smelling excrement.

Rhaegar frowned and held his breath as he searched.

"His Majesty!?"

The curtain of the main tent was opened, and Otto and Cole walked out one after another.

Seeing an old acquaintance, Rhaegar looked Otto up and down, noting his old face.

I almost didn't recognize that this was the imperial minister who used to pay attention to his appearance.

"Your Majesty, why are you here?"

Cole looked dazed, and his body, dressed in a white robe and silver armor, was somewhat stiff.

Rhaegar didn't bother to exchange pleasantries and went straight to the point: "Where is Aemond?"

"prince……"

Cole hesitated and opened his mouth to report.

Otto took the lead and said in a deep voice: "Aemond led the Dothraki cavalry to attack the city and has been on the march for an hour and a half."

Hearing this, Leiga was disappointed and turned away: "Guard the camp, I will go find him."

No matter what the situation is, meet the person first.

Something is wrong with Cohor, there is a conspiracy.

quite a while.

Looking at the king riding away on the dragon, Otto's eyes were deep, and he thought: "He came and went in a hurry."

Grandson Aemond is a qualified warrior, but not a trustworthy commander.

The power struggle involving the rest of the Free Cities and the Targaryens has muddied the waters of Qohor and could easily be flooded.

What will the king’s arrival portend?
Is it a suppression of the free trade city-states, or a formal declaration of war on the continent of Essos?

……

Meanwhile, Qohor was being invaded.

"Shoot arrows!!"

A large number of Tyroshi mercenaries with colorful hair stood on the city wall, operating scorpion crossbows and drawing bows to shoot arrows.

The Unsullied army originally stationed in the city-state had already been wiped out.

"Oh la la la~~"

Dothraki cavalry gathered under the city wall, howling in strange and creepy noises, and shooting arrows one after another.

Due to the lack of siege weapons, they could only rely on flesh and blood charges, using simple wooden ladders and wooden stakes to hit the city gates.

"Everyone get out of here!"

Aemond's voice rang out, accompanied by an arrogant dragon roar.

"Hiss!!"

The sheep thief was agile and moved quickly between the city walls, burning a row of mercenaries like beads on a string.

After several dragon flame attacks, the city walls were littered with corpses.

Boom——

The sheep thief pursued the enemy, and his skinny body landed on the city gate, swinging his head and lashing out with his dragon tail like a chain.

"what!……"

"Run! The dragon is coming!"

The mercenaries screamed in fear, and more than a dozen unlucky guys were hit by the dragon's tail and exploded into pieces on the spot.

The sheep thief is ugly in appearance but evil enough in heart. He spreads his claw-like wings to show his majesty.

"Break open the gate, idiot!"

Imond couldn't stand it anymore and urged him not to be lazy.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief leader was reluctant and shook his skeletal body to express his protest.

However, the two guys have a deep relationship and have long been accustomed to this way of getting along.

Aemond pulled hard on the saddle rope, trying to teach the disobedient mud dragon a lesson.

The sheep thief swung his dragon head, raised his horny dragon tail high, and slammed the city gate quickly and fiercely.

Rumbling--

With one blow, the cuticle exploded and the sturdy city gate shook violently.

"Come on!"

Imond was delighted, knowing that the effect was effective.

The sheep thief proudly raised the dragon's head, picked up an unlucky mercenary and swallowed him, then continued to swing the dragon's tail.

Rumbling--

After several collisions, stone chips fell off the city gate and the bolt broke with a bang.

"Oh la la la~~"

The Dothraki cavalry were stunned, and then burst into fierce and strange roars, charging into the city-state on horseback like wild beasts.

"Haha, well done!"

Aemond licked his lips and looked with his one eye toward the masked sacrificial temple built against the mountain.

There is a secret passage in the temple leading to the Forest of Qohor, through which the evildoer sneaked into Qohor.

"Sheep thief, where are you going!"

(End of this chapter)