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

Chapter 606: Black Goat and Faceless Man

The war is still going on and even getting more intense.

As the sheep thieves flew to the temple, the most brutal military fight unfolded.

"Oh la la la~~"

The Dothraki cavalry rushed into the city, slaughtering men, women, and children alike, and setting fire to every dwelling.

They demanded double the slaves and money that they failed to plunder last time.

"Run away!..."

"Where are the mercenaries..."

Thousands of civilians were dragged out of the cellar and treated inhumanely.

Soon,
The city was filled with wailing, screams and fires, and thick smoke billowing.

call--

A strong wind smelling of ash blew, and the earth was suddenly shrouded in shadow.

"Pull someone out."

A cold voice sounded, with a sense of oppression that seemed to look down on everyone.

next moment.

"No no no!"

A Dothraki who committed the atrocity raised his head and let out a shrill scream.

puff-

A huge dragon claw as black as charcoal dropped from the sky, crushing it into a meat paste and splattering onto the nearby rooftops.

“Hiss!?”

The Glutton's pale green pupils turned, and he rose from the low sky, dragging one of his hind legs.

The body size grew too fast and the strength was not controlled properly.

I accidentally used too much force.

Rhaegar slapped his forehead, and his native language became speechless.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton aroused rebellious emotions, and his dragon mouth opened a cruel arc, swooping down again and grabbing several Dothraki who were riding horses and rushing around.

The pitch-black wings fluttered and quickly left the battlefield.

Everything happened so fast that the crowd below only saw a pitch-black dragon, followed by an inhuman howl of fear.

Since the missing were mostly dead people, the local civilians fell to their knees.

I prayed loudly with tears streaming down my face, thinking I had met the true God.

……

Masked worship in the temple.

The beautifully laid out front yard was burnt down, the lush treetops became bare, and two dried monkey carcasses hung on them.

Boom——

The sheep thief folded his wings and stepped on the broken wall with one of his hind legs.

"Guard the gate and don't let anyone get close."

Imond was impatient and drew out the "Scarlet Maker" and jumped off the dragon's back.

He was going to find those damn bearded monks, cut off their heads and stuff them in the toilet.

There are also those saints who appear glamorous on the surface but are undoubtedly prostitutes in private.

It was only fit to be thrown to the Dothraki and become a toilet in the stable.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief roared, moved forward, and his pupils showed a look of vigilance.

Born as a wild dragon, saving your life is the bottom line.

"Go away, don't stop me!"

With a frown on his face, Imond bypassed the dragon's tail, which was torn to pieces, and rushed into the palace with great momentum.

A group of monks who plundered the people's wealth and wealth would at most encounter a pair of mercenaries.

In this world, apart from his elder brother Rhaegar and his uncle Daemon, there is no opponent that he is afraid of.

Even Cole, who had won excellent results in many tournaments, was just a whetstone for him.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief's pupils clicked and he slowly lay on the ground.

……

Entering the ruined temple, Aemond held the Scarlet Maker in his hand and vigilantly scouted the environment.

"Come out, you bastards!"

The one-eye glanced at the door curtain blowing in the wind and shouted contemptuously at the enemy.

After waiting for a long time, there was no response at all.

Aemond sneered with a sour face, "A bunch of cowardly sewer maggots."

Without saying much, he kicked open a wooden door leading to the backyard and headed straight for the secret passage.

As a proud Targaryen, he discriminates equally against everyone who is not a dragon rider.

Whether commoners or nobles, they are just ants that kneel down and obey.

boom!boom!
He walked through the backyard where the grass and trees were withered and kicked open the hidden secret passage.

In the dark and damp passage, the wall lamps emit a hazy glow.

Emond took a look, then casually made a sword flower and walked in along the wall.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

Water drops seeped through the cracks in the stones and hit the ground with a crisp sound.

Aemond walked faster and faster, growing impatient.

The tunnel was deep and long, without too many twists and turns, and seemed to lead somewhere.

About a quarter of an hour passed.

The view suddenly became clear, and outside was a green meadow.

Aemond turned his one eye aside, disgusted by the glare.

He walked out of the cave with a sword in his hand, and heard the chirping of birds and animals.

"Mee!~~"

A group of goats were grazing on the grass, led by a strong black goat.

Imond didn't care and stared at a red-roofed temple built on the hillside.

"I hid here."

I don’t want to guess, it must be the hiding place of those bearded monks.

Aemond raised the corner of his lips and approached the temple directly.

Bang! Bang!
Two swords chopped down, and the two tightly closed wooden doors broke open.

"what!!"

A dozen red-robed monks hid in the hall, screaming in panic as if they had seen a ghost.

A sculpture of a black goat was placed in front of the room, enshrining two bloody corpses.

Aemond caught a glimpse of the colorful gauze skirt pressed under the flesh and blood. It was the dress of the saints in the temple.

This type of skirt has no laces or crotch, making it convenient for monks and believers to have sex at any time.

"Don't kill us, they forced us!"

Several saints with disheveled gauze skirts knelt down one after another, begging with tears in their eyes.

Aemond had a blank expression on his face and showed no mercy to the bitch.

"He only has one person, kill him!"

A red-robed monk did not see the dragon and mustered up the courage to resist.

Pfft!

Before he could get close, a scarlet sword blade flashed by, separating the head from the neck.

Wow!
The monks were horrified, and even those who wanted to resist were scared away and dared not step forward.

Aemond's one eye was grim. He wiped the blood off the corpse with his sword and said calmly, "Who else!?"

A bunch of pigs with their bellies full of fat dared to fight against a real dragon.

Overcome!

"We surrender!"

An old monk with a hunched body and a white beard showing his old age.

The monks around were angry but dared not say anything, they all gathered around the old monk.

"Haha, what qualifications do you have to surrender?" Imond said sarcastically: "You are captives, slaves waiting to be slaughtered."

The old monk closed his eyes helplessly and prayed silently to the black goat of his faith.

Aemond pressed his sword with both hands and demanded, "Tell me who is secretly helping you, and I will let you live."

"The Black Goat God will not allow us to betray our allies."

The old monk remained indifferent and looked truly pious.

"Oh?"

Aemond lost his patience and his expression gradually turned cold.

"I know!"

Suddenly, a silver-haired figure walked out from among the saints.

Aemond glanced back and saw the silver witch who had once divined for him.

He is also a descendant of the Dragon King and is barely worthy of my attention.

The silver witch's veil was still neat and tidy. She said seriously, "I can tell you that the truth is behind the lobby."

"lead the way!"

Aemond's one eye flickered, and he chose to believe the other party.

I was not satisfied with the result of the last divination, so I put it aside.

But it is undeniable that the other party has something.

"follow me."

The Silver Witch swayed her waist and walked barefoot around the black goat statue.

"and many more."

The old monk looked anxious and stretched out his hand to try to stop it.

Swah——

A sword was swung out, and the dry palm fell to the ground with a thud.

"what!!"

The old monk's eyes were bloodshot and he wailed miserably while covering his severed hand.

Aemond's face was frosty as he continued to follow the Silver Witch.

It is said that there is strange magic in the masked priest temple, which is the power brought by the black goat god.

He has just received the "bronze" rune instruction from his elder brother Rhaegar and has become very interested in magic.

……

the other side.

The Glutton soars over the temple of the masked sacrifice and spots the sheep thief feasting on his food.

"Hiss-"

Without any instructions from the driver, the dragon-eating species' nature took over and roared towards the ground below.

The sheep thief suddenly looked up and saw a dragon bully that was twice his size, with a ferocious dragon mouth emitting strands of green fire.

"Hiss!!"

The brown wings flapped and it took off, rolling and climbing.

Without any hesitation, he followed the scent to find the lost driver.

"Let's keep up!"

Rhaegar frowned, realizing something was wrong.

The Glutton's green vertical pupils were filled with cunning. He slowly hung behind the Mud Dragon, and his broad wings cast a shadow over it.

"Hiss!..."

The sheep thief was frightened and ran away as fast as he could.

……

After a while, two giant dragons appeared on the grassland behind the mountain.

The sheep thief went into the forest, abandoning even his favorite goat, and curled up trembling.

"Okay, stop scaring it."

Rhaegar slid off the dragon's back and approached the red-roofed temple step by step.

creak-

The long-closed door was pushed open, and a cloud of dust blew in.

"Cough cough..."

Rhaegar choked on the dust and waved his hand to clear the cobwebs from the curtains.

Looking around, the lobby is old and dilapidated.

The wooden floor was covered with dust, and the black goat statue placed in front of it was covered with cobwebs and stared at with a pair of eerie vertical pupils.

“It doesn’t look like anyone has been here.”

Rhaegar's eyes were sharp, observing every detail.

Tell him directly that there is something strange about this temple.

He couldn't tell where it came from, but it gave him a chill down his spine.

It's like someone is secretly watching, but can't see those eyes.

Rhaegar silently drew out his true fire, his toes skimming across the floor, leaving a trail in the dust.

He tilted his head and stared carefully.

The dust varies in thickness, giving people a sense of fragmentation.

call out!
Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a shadow from the corner of my eye, and it disappeared into the corner of the lobby.

Rhaegar turned his head suddenly and was surprised to find that there was nothing.

"It's really weird!"

He secretly gripped the hilt of the sword, and the flaming red heart inlaid on the end glowed.

Can't refund.

Aemond is missing, most likely in the temple.

Rhaegar's eyes flashed, and he walked to the black goat statue, took off one side of the curtain and covered it completely.

Then, his face suddenly showed a ferocious expression: "If you don't want the inheritance to be cut off, get out of here!"

As he spoke, a flash of black fire flashed in his eyes, and black scales and horns appeared on his forehead.

Since the magic tide surged, the magic and wizards I came into contact with became increasingly complex.

Especially the twin weirwoods in Highgarden and A Song of Ice and Fire, which greatly broadened his horizons.

Regardless of whether the weirdness has anything to do with the black goat.

A mere faith of rebellious slaves that arose in the Firespire Mines of old Valyria.

Don't deserve respect!
After waiting for a while, the black goat statue did not move at all, still like a dead object.

Rhaegar stood quietly where he was, and the shadow that had just appeared out of nowhere disappeared completely.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but even the air in the lobby seems a bit fresher and less dusty.

"Don't interfere with other people's business!"

Rhaegar snorted coldly, walked around the statue under the curtain and headed towards the back hall of the temple.

As soon as I stepped through the threshold, I heard a familiar voice.

"Where is the person you are talking about?"

Aemond's face was grim, as if he was interrogating someone.

Standing opposite was a cool girl with silver hair and beautiful appearance.

Rega's eyes turned slightly cold and he secretly held his breath.

As soon as you enter the back hall, you can smell a strong scent of incense.

In the dim room, there are stone sculptures.

The compassionate Madonna, the shackled harpy, the night lion unique to Yi Ti...

It is considered the black goat of the front hall, and it has almost all the beliefs, including the Lord of Light.

At this time, the cold girl lifted her silver hair and slowly approached Aemond.

Rhaegar frowned slightly, not thinking it was an attempt at seduction.

stab-

The cold girl tore off her face, pulling off a piece of soft human skin, revealing an ordinary man's face.

"All men are mortal!"

The man looked deep in the eyes and pulled out the hairpin behind his head.

(End of this chapter)