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

Chapter 607 Dead Volcano - Reforged Dragon Claw

In a flash, the hairpin pierced Imond's throat.

"Faceless!"

Rega's murderous intent rose, and he reversed his true fire and inserted it into the floor.

A wisp of black fire shot out and rushed away like a tongue of fire.

Faintly, a terrifying and angry dragon roar was heard in the air.

At this moment, Imond's eyes were dim and he held his sword unaware of anything.

A sharp gust of wind blew, and the hairpin kept getting closer.

The Faceless Man looked calm and had long since turned a blind eye to death.

Suddenly, a cold light refracted and pierced his eyes.

The Faceless Man instinctively turned sideways to avoid unknown danger.

boom--

The black flames were one step faster, wrapping around the legs and waist, tightening like a twist.

The Faceless Man screamed suddenly, and the hairpin in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

"go to hell!"

Rhaegar roared, pulled out the red-blooming true fire, and pierced through the undefended chest.

Blood splattered and fire burned.

The Faceless Man fought desperately, holding the dark sword in one hand, kicked up the hairpin with his feet and rushed straight to Aemond's face.

The hairpin was fast and accurate, like an arrow shot from a bow.

Rega's face changed drastically, and he raised his hand to grab the silver hairpin that passed by him.

Dang clang——

The hairpin pierced through the black eye mask and stabbed the sapphire fake eye.

The force of the flying shot was too great, and the useless sapphire shattered instantly.

After a brief obstruction, Rega seized the opportunity and grabbed the end of the hairpin quickly, accurately and fiercely.

"It's a good thing I lost one eye!"

Rhaegar's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he inserted the hairpin into the faceless man's forehead with his backhand.

puff--

The hairpin pierced through the soft and elastic barrier and penetrated the hard skull.

The Faceless Man's eyes suddenly widened, and the layers of human skin mask on his face fell off, and his body fell backwards uncontrollably.

It hit the ground straight on, making a dull thud.

Rhaegar leaned over and drew out his true fire, looking down at the faceless man who died with his eyes wide open.

"All mortals... must be served."

The Faceless Man opened his mouth wide, deader than dead.

Rhaegar used his sword to pick apart a pile of human skin masks, and for a moment he couldn't tell which face was real.

It is just like what the House of Black and White said, "Nobody".

"Fortunately, we came quickly, otherwise we would have been in trouble."

After confirming the death, Rhaegar breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Aemond who was posing nearby.

This kid was drugged by the incense and was still immersed in a trance.

"That's a lucky guy."

Rhaegar still wanted to joke and grabbed the other person by the collar.

There was a hole in the eyepatch and the sapphire eye was broken in half.

His eyes fell on his waist, where a Valyrian dagger was tied tightly, with the back of the dagger exposed in a cowhide sheath.

The beam of light that just flashed into the Faceless Man's eyes was emitted by the dagger.

Rhaegar had a strange look on his face and patted Aemond's face: "Your one eye has saved you twice."

Eamond:…

Still immersed in the hallucination, motionless like a wooden man.

Rhaegar narrowed his eyes and smiled kindly: "I'll help you sober up, brother."

He grabbed the collar with one hand and clenched his fist with the other.

boom!
He threw a powerful punch, hitting the intact right eye hard.

Emond groaned and leaned back.

“It’s almost there!”

Rega pretended to be regretful and attacked directly with a heavy punch.

boom!boom!
Fists fell one after another, hammering Imond's numb face.

This was an opportunity for revenge, simply to save his lost brother.

After all, they are brothers, and even if Rainiera gave instructions before leaving, they still have to know their limits.

boom!boom!
Rega thought so and punched without mercy.

Imond was beaten so hard that his face was bruised and swollen, and stars were swirling before his eyes.

"Stop! Stop..."

Emond's eyes suddenly became clear and he struggled in fear.

boom!
Rega punched out, and his tall nose made a crisp sound.

"Hmm~!"

Emond's breathing stagnated, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

"Hey, you awake?"

Rhaegar was extremely surprised and hugged his fainted brother.

Seeing the blood flowing from the other person's nostrils was so painful.

"Come on, brother will take you back."

Rhaegar suppressed the upward curve of his lips and carried the limp Aemond out.

Soon, we walked out of the temple gate.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief crawled out from the back of the temple, with his shriveled dragon head stretched out in front, staring at the unconscious Aemond.

"Go back."

Rhaegar spoke in Dragon Tamer Language and warned, "Be quiet, and all will be well."

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief was very smart. He understood what people said and retreated a distance while shaking his dragon's tail.

Just now he sensed that the driver was in danger and let out a dragon roar in panic.

I don’t know if the stupid driver heard it.

Rhaegar glanced at the emaciated body of the sheep thief and shook the corpse-like boy on his shoulder.

He was lucky enough to become the second person in the history of the Targaryen family to ride a wild dragon.

Likewise, it was also the good luck for me to be the first one to be found by a wild dragon.

When I was young, I rode on a wild dragon and was no longer a wild man without a master dragon.

……

Pantos.

Prince's residence, cliff behind.

A group of richly dressed nobles crowded under the city wall, looking out at the vast coastline shrouded in mist.

That look of concentration seemed like a covetousness for the other side of the Narrow Sea.

boom--

A huge scarlet monster soared close to the sea surface, flapping its broad fleshy wings and breaking through the waves with its forked dragon tail.

The slender body sways like a snake, and the ferocious dragon head looks evil and ferocious.

"dragon!!"

Someone shouted in surprise, and the scarlet giant beast soared into the sky.

The dragon's tail swept up the waves, which splashed onto the crowd's heads.

A group of dignitaries were drenched all over their heads and faces, and they wiped the water stains with difficulty hiding their excitement.

"His-"

Suddenly, a dragon roar as loud as a bell resounded in all directions, and a huge dark green dragon shadow broke through the clouds, revealing a huge and weathered dragon head.

As the giant dragon appeared, its broad wings covered the sky and chased after the slender bloodworm.

Damon smiled faintly, leaned back and opened his arms. "Hiss... Ga..."

Kolakshu flew steadily and quickly, carrying the driver to ever-increasing speed.

Lannar looked proud and chased after him, shouting, "Dragon Flame!"

boom--

A burst of orange dragon flame mixed with thick black smoke spurted out, blocking Korakxiu's way forward.

Korak's pupils were sharp and he charged headfirst into the dragon flame.

In an instant, a man and a dragon broke through the scorching dragon flames and dived down quickly.

Damon was burned to ashes and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

Fortunately, the Targaryens were resistant to fire, otherwise Laena would have murdered her own husband.

"Follow me!"

Lannar's face was flushed as she patted the dark green dragon's back, whose scales were as hard as iron.

Vhagar roared and dived down with his huge body, surpassing Korakshu with the power of the dive.

Boom——

Two giant dragons, one green and one red, flew over the castle on the cliff. Strong winds came one after another, blowing the dignitaries so hard that they couldn't stand up straight.

It circled the sea twice finally and slowly landed outside the castle.

……

into the night.

The prince held a grand banquet at his residence and invited two old friends to be guests.

At the dinner, Prince Reggio, with his big belly sticking out, toasted frequently.

"To our Prince Tyroshi and his wife Lady Lannare!"

"Cheers to both of you!"

All the ministers and nobles raised their glasses, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

Reggio drank it all in one gulp, looked at Damon who was sitting opposite him, and said sincerely: "Prince, you and I are both princes, and we must be brothers and partners."

"I have a big project and invite you to make money together!"

"Oh? It's an honor."

Damon smiled and looked at his wife beside him.

Half a year ago, Braavos and Pentos formed an alliance to eye the control of the Throat and the Narrow Sea, but were attacked by the two nephews.

Half a year later, it's time for peace.

The couple, after consultation with the sea serpent and Rhaenyra, went to Pentos to meet Prince Reggio.

Prince Reggio is an old friend and a businessman who knows the times.

Seeing two giant dragons descending from the sky, he immediately decided to open the door to entertain the guests.

Reggio drank heavily and boasted: "I'll tell you a secret. Someone paid a lot of money to ask me to organize a fleet to transport food and medicine to the Basilisk Islands."

"That place belongs to the continent of Sothoryos. It is a chaotic place with no one living there."

"I really don't know who it is. Could it be that they want to develop a trade transit station?"

As he said this, Reggio laughed out loud, and it was foreseeable that he would make a fortune.

"Good luck."

Damon raised his glass in greeting, placing his palm on his wife's swollen belly.

She shouldn't have come, riding a dragon is not safe.

Lanar held her husband's hand and smiled at him: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

She patted her belly covered by the white dress and whispered in his ear, "He's fine too."

"We'll go back in a few days."

Damon couldn't refuse Prince Reggio's invitation to stay as a guest, and he didn't want to stay in Pentos, but he couldn't resist the urge to win his favor.

Besides, the couple hadn't ridden a dragon together for a long time.

……

half a month later.

The Forest of Qohor, somewhere deep in the mountains.

"Hiss!"

A huge brown monster spread its wings and soared, its skinny body cutting through the lush forest, and its hind legs grabbed a wailing black wild boar.

The sharp claws pierced the pig's skin, ripped open the pig's belly and threw it into the air.

boom--

The shriveled dragon head opened its huge mouth and swallowed the whole thing.

At this time, deep in the forest.

The Glutton lay crouched on the ground, its ferocious dragon head resting on the bushes, its hot breath blowing through the branches and leaves, causing them to tremble.

Next to it, a short peak stands.

The thick dragon tail swept past, revealing a hidden cave at the foot of the mountain.

……

In the dim cave, the three-legged furnace illuminated the space in a fiery red.

Bang! Bang!
Two old men with thinning hair and white stubble were wielding forging hammers, striking the high-temperature molten sword blank.

"Masters, are you really not considering moving?"

Rhaegar pulled up a chair and fiddled with the hilt of his sword, which was polished from black dragonbone.

"..."

The only response he got was silence and the clanging of the forging hammer.

The two old blacksmiths kept their mouths shut and worked solemnly.

"Whatever they do, they're just a bunch of blacksmiths.

Aemond said contemptuously.

Rhaegar glanced at him and said nothing.

Emond's face froze and he suddenly became silent.

Half a month later, the bruises on his face disappeared, leaving only a bandage on his nose.

It broke and almost fell crooked.

Rhaegar withdrew his gaze and patiently observed the old blacksmith's superb skills.

As High Valyria chanted, the sword embryo was immersed in water for quenching.

White smoke burst out with a hissing sound, blocking the view of outsiders.

The sword in the water is Dragon Claw.

The sword was lost in the Sea of ​​Smoke and was picked up by the wild dragon Mogul and stored in his lair.

After many twists and turns, it returned to Rhaegar's hands.

Just in time to occupy Qohor and reforge the dragon claw.

"My grandpa is going back to Oldtown."

Aemond said with a stern face, very reluctantly.

Rhaegar frowned and said, "What should we do when we return? The first priority is to govern Qohor."

After the Dothraki raids, Qohor suffered a great disaster and was almost massacred.

It was the gluttons who drove them away and saved the civilians from the dire straits.

Aemond crossed his arms and said, "What else can I do?"

Of course, he was retreating in order to advance, waiting for the identity and status of Governor Cohor.

Bartimus is a narrow-minded little man who has been driven back to Crab Island.

Cole was not good at governance and barely recruited some Dothraki to train the army.

Hearing this, Rega knew what was going on and said calmly, "It's up to you. Many people are watching Qohor, and we need an old fox to stay put."

On the other hand, Kohor is vast, sparsely populated, and rich in resources.

Just like the cave under their feet, it was a long-dormant extinct volcano.

The blacksmiths of Qohor discovered this place and it has been used as a holy place for forging for generations.

Rega could feel the abundant fire magic power underground.

There must be magma deep in the rock layer.

With this extinct volcano, the value of Korhor has skyrocketed.

It is suitable for dragons to build nests, and the Targaryens have an additional place to reproduce.

(End of this chapter)