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

Chapter 625: The Bearded Monk of Norvos Prophecy
Half a month later.

Norvos Hills, a high mountain fortress.

The sky is dark and gloomy, covered with a layer of impenetrable dark clouds all year round, and the climate is cold and humid.

There are many peaks at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by mountains and dense pine and cypress forests on all sides.

As one of the nine free trade cities, Norvos has the most harsh environment.

"Cheer up and don't get ambushed by the dragon!"

On the battlements of the fortress, bearded monks in red robes scolded the garrison soldiers.

The soldier holds a battle axe and has a blue axe tattoo on his face.

This is a religious tradition of Norvos, which means that the warrior marries the axe and is loyal to the axe in his hand all his life.

Faced with the scolding from the religious members, the soldiers were timid and did not dare to show any resistance.

"Don't take it lightly. The dragon king of Valyria is the most treacherous!"

The bearded monk spoke with a pure Valyrian accent, his sallow face full of solemnity.

Just ten days ago, Qohor's mercenaries were transferred in large numbers and stationed throughout the Norvos Hills.

Three days ago, the army was stationed under the high mountain fortress.

There seems to be a storm coming.

Just finished speaking,

"Hiss-"

A gigantic dragon as black as coal flew over the mountains, its wings blocking out the sky and covering the top of the head, like a dark cloud covering the sky.

Rhaegar smiled and said, "Dragon Flame!"

boom--

The Glutton roared towards the sky, spraying ash-like dark green dragon flames that lightly filled the entire fortress.

In an instant, the sky was covered with a layer of green gauze.

"No! No no!"

The garrison soldiers' eyes widened, and the battle line instantly became a mess.

Zila Zila...

Dark green dragon flames spread out, clinging to everything like maggots on the tarsal bones, even melting the stone city walls.

The soldiers were contaminated by the dragon flame, as if they were infected by the Black Death, and they immediately howled and screamed miserably.

Some even rolled on the ground and turned into a pile of dry bones as they rolled.

"No, come and protect me."

The bearded monk's face changed drastically and he grabbed a soldier to block in front of him.

However, it was of no use.

The dragon flame was like a fishing net, with layers upon layers intertwined together, covering everyone.

A wisp of dark green dragon flame fell on the dense black headband, instantly igniting a soft flame.

"what!!"

Screams were heard everywhere, and the high temperature dispelled the coldness of the lonely mountain.

In a short while, even the snow will melt.

"Hiss-"

The glutton's green vertical pupils were grim as he slowly turned around and returned to the dense pine forest covered in snow.

"Well done, old man."

Rhaegar smiled, holding the saddle rope to protect himself from the biting wind as the dragon dived.

A small Norvos.

How long can the dragon flame last if it burns every three to five days?

……

At noon, the sun shines on the dense forest.

"Roar……"

The Glutton lay prone in a clearing filled with brush, growling half-deadly.

Within a one-kilometer radius of it, the soil was burnt and charred, and the pungent smell of ash filled the air.

"Winter is really not kind to dragons."

Rhaegar smiled and strode towards the tent.

The glutton was fine, he just couldn't adapt to the cold environment and was resisting as if to protest against him.

That's not wrong, after all, everyone has been kind of lazy lately.

I have no enthusiasm for anything.

Walking into the tent, several figures were formulating strategies.

Daemon glanced up and continued, "The rivers of Lorras and Norvos are connected, and the mercenaries from Pentos are on their way. The pace of the war must be accelerated."

"How fast do you want it to go? It's only been ten days."

Otto frowned and said angrily: "Our army was recruited temporarily, and now half of them are still wearing thin clothes."

"It doesn't matter whether they live or die, as long as they can pick up weapons."

Damon has a cold temperament and analyzes the battle situation rationally.

If we don't speed up, it will be more troublesome to wait for the enemy reinforcements to arrive.

Rhaegar's eyes flickered as he agreed, "Norvos is not heavily guarded, so a large-scale attack has a high chance of success."

"His Majesty."

Otto looked serious and said solemnly: "The army is not obedient, and there is a danger of mutiny."

"so what?"

Damon directly retorted, saying coldly: "You are a Southerner. If you can't stand the bitter cold, you can retreat back to Cohor."

As long as the war is fast enough, the army will not have time to mutiny.

"Damon!"

Otto's face turned blue due to the ridicule and he was about to bang the table to challenge.

Damon's eyes turned cold as he waited for the other party's next words.

The two had been hostile to each other for more than twenty years and had long been rivals.

"That's enough, stop arguing!"

Rhaegar interrupted with a loud shout, saying solemnly, "Tonight, tell the army to cook and kill all the goats for soup."

The army is coming, warm up the soldiers.

Otto was extremely frustrated and said in a low voice: "Yes, Your Majesty."

We only have so much military supplies, so it would be better to finish the battle as soon as possible.

Daemon immediately smiled and said with full control: "Several fortresses near the mountain fortress have been burned down. We can go straight through the road and attack Norvos."

"Kill, don't capture!"

Rhaegar's eyes were gloomy as he spoke of the cruelty of war.

……

Midnight, Norvos.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The ancient bell rang with three different tones, covering up the wailing and crying under the flames.

The majestic city-state built at the foot of the mountains and along the river was devoured by fire and war.

"Hiss-"

A gigantic dragon as black as coal spread its wings and soared into the sky, its huge wings covering the dark night sky.

When the mercenaries rushed into the collapsed city gate and slaughtered the resistance at will, countless Norvos people knelt on the ground and prayed in tears.

Unfortunately, the gods worshipped by the bearded monks ignored them, and the gods of the Andals and Valyrians also disappeared from the world.

At this moment, the only true god is "Deathwing" who is famous on both sides of the strait.

Three ancient bells are shaking on the towering hills.

An old bearded monk knelt on the ground, tears streaming from his cloudy old eyes, and choked up and said, "Great God of Death, it is not time for us yet."

Follow the teachings of the god of death.

When facing danger, it is not time to meet death yet.

"There's another one, catch him!"

The mercenary with blood on his face found him, held him down roughly and tied him up with ropes.

The three buzzing ancient bells also stopped swinging.

……

Dawn the next day.

Norvos Hills, Governor's Palace.

Human heads were impaled on spears and arranged in a neat row.

"Calm the civilians and do not destroy the three ancient bells."

Early in the morning, Rhaegar walked quickly, constantly issuing orders for the aftermath.

"Your Majesty, I have something to report."

Otto blocked the way, with dark circles under his eyes.

After a busy night, no one can relax.

"What's the matter?"

Rhaegar did not stop and assigned mercenaries to put out the fire in the mansion.

Attacking a city is fun for a while, but afterward even the tiles have to be replaced.

Damn it, I should have brought Aegon, Aemond and his brothers with me and had them all go pick up bricks from the ruins.

Otto followed closely and said solemnly: "Damon captured the Temple of the Bearded Man and discovered a strange mural."

“You should go see it.”

"Oh?" Rhaegar paused.

Among the nine free trade city-states, except for the port city-states on both sides of the strait sea which have only been newly established for a few hundred years, cities like Cohor and Norvos have a history of thousands of years.

These ancient castles seem to hide some secrets.

For example, the red-roofed temple of Qohor, where the Faceless Men almost assassinated Aemond.

Incense has a psychedelic effect.

But until now, Rega has not figured out anything strange other than the incense.

"Go and have a look."

Rega became interested and put the work in his hands aside for the time being.

……

After a series of twists and turns, we entered a temple built of black granite.

Daemon stood in front of an underground stone wall and reached out to touch the dim, blurry murals.

Rhaegar glanced over and frowned slightly.

It was a composition of dragons, White Walkers, winter, and the Wall. The lines were very dark and thick, and it was extremely old.

The army of the dead brings the cold winter and stands under the towering city walls.

The heavy snow howled, covering the dark forest.

The dragon was breathing fire, but a spear pierced its neck, and it fell to the ground, where it was eaten by the dead.

At the end of the mural, two giant dragons are fighting in the air, spitting dragon flames at each other.

It seems that there is a special worship of fire, and the flames on the murals are outlined with another kind of pigment.

One dragon spewed black fire, and the other spewed icy blue fire.

Finally, there is a strange and hideous face.

Looks like a human, but more like a dead person.

Staring with a pair of turquoise eyes, he looked down upon the world with ambition and contempt.

"Is this a White Walker?"

Damon suddenly spoke and turned his head with a serious expression.

Rhaegar stared at the grim face and said in a deep voice: "Yes, the darkness in the north."

But what does it foreshadow?
The White Walkers have the ability to kill dragons and also the ability to ride them.

How can this be.

Damon was stunned and whispered, "Is what my brother said true?"

Since becoming king, Viserys had occasionally spoken to him in private about the White Walkers, the Darkness, and the Conqueror's Prophecy.

Every time he treated it as a fart, his brother's excuse to cover up his cowardice.

Seeing the murals of the ancient city-state today has given me a new understanding of the world.

This is even more exciting than the hometown in the sea of ​​smoke.

"And here."

Otto spoke silently, pointing to the mural at the entrance of the cave.

It was a picture of towering flaming peaks and the shepherd's first encounter with a dragon.

As well as the rise of the Freehold Empire, the fall of the Old Ghis Empire, and the Valyrians enslaving tens of thousands of slaves to mine underground ore.

Before a fleet was about to land on the continent of Westeros, the continuous fire peak exploded, destroying the flying dragons in the sky.

“It’s all prophecy.”

Rega's expression changed slightly, and he touched every inch of the mural one by one.

"No, the ages of these marks are inconsistent."

Touching the three sections of the mural, Rega suddenly realized that they were from three different times.

The story of the shepherd encountering the dragon at the beginning is the oldest.

At least more than a thousand years.

The murals of White Walkers are slightly inferior, at least three to five hundred years old.

The stone carvings of Inar's Exile in the middle are new and date back to the last hundred years.

"What's the difference?"

Damon was no longer in the mood to think.

Lei Jia said seriously: "There is a big difference. The time difference verifies whether the mural is a prophecy or a record."

At least Inar's exile is definitely recorded by later generations.

"Maybe we should ask someone who knows."

Otto thought about it and called the mercenary to take one person with him.

thump!
The old bearded monk was forced to his knees, sobbing listlessly.

His mouth was gagged with a rag.

Rhaegar pulled out the rag and asked directly, "What does the mural mean?"

"Ho ho..."

The bearded monk gasped for air, his cloudy old eyes gleaming with brilliance, and he muttered like crazy: "Lose a dragon, gain a dragon!"

(End of this chapter)