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

Chapter 626: The Taming of the Dragon by Belron (Part )

A few days after the fall of Norvos.

Golden Fields, Dagger Lake.

"Hiss-"

A giant dragon as black as coal swooped down from the sky, plunged its huge body into the lush green lake, swallowed a mouthful of the lake water where silver fish were jumping around, and rose into the air again.

"Haha, you're really motivated."

Rhaegar camped by the lake, holding up his hands to shield himself from the cold water that was splashing in waves.

The campsite is not large, with only two or three tents clustered together.

"Dragons love heat and hate cold, and the tropical climate of the Golden Wilds is just right."

Damon rubbed the flint hard and lit a bright bonfire.

A few days after the war ended, the uncle and nephew fled overnight.

Who told the two dragons to be listless in the cold Norvos, as if they were ready to hibernate at any time?

"Hiss... Ga..."

Korakxiu flew slowly over his head, twisting his evil snake-like body and spitting out scarlet dragon flames happily.

Crackling...

Several one-meter-long fish fell from the sky and hit the ground, splashing blood.

Rhaegar's face fell and he complained, "This is inedible."

"No better than Norvos' frozen pie?"

Daemon sneered, used the flowing river water to clean the big fish, and asked half-seriously, "Dagger Lake is a little bigger than God's Eye Lake. Why don't you consider building a castle there?"

"Right on my mind."

Leiga admitted it generously.

Damon's expression changed slightly, and he asked seriously, "Confirmed?"

Norvos has been captured and is currently guarded by Otto Hightower and Iron Guard Cole.

Before leaving, the good nephew used dragon stone magic to rebuild the mountain fortress and nearby fortresses, making it an indestructible natural barrier.

Its level of security is almost as high as the Bloody Gate that guards the Eagle's Nest City.

However, the Golden Wilderness has not yet been controlled, and the Dagger Lake that runs through the north and south is located in the middle, and is indeed an important transportation route.

Rhaegar smiled and said, "I have sent a message to Volantis to transport supplies along the Rhoyne River and build a Dragonstone fortress by the Dagger Lake."

"It would be better to choose the site at the ruins of the Rhoyna city-state."

Daemon was more cautious and first thought of the abandoned city-states located between the Andalos Mountains and the Qohor Forest.

Such as: "Ge.Dohe", "Na.Sa Star", "A.Nos City" and so on.

These are all city-state locations with advantageous geographical locations.

In the war against the Rhoynar in old Valyria, they were destroyed by dragon fire.

But it is undeniable that the land of the Rhoynar was once very fertile, which attracted the invasion of the old Valyrians.

Rhaegar paused for a moment and said, "Dagger Lake runs through the north and south. It can be used as a trade center for the Disputed Lands and city-states such as Varatis, and as a foundation for the family."

"As for the other ruins of the city-states, we will consider rebuilding and relocating the population once our family has established a stable trade chain in the East Continent."

Damon frowned slightly, but agreed: "It's a good way out."

"We shouldn't resort to this last resort unless it's absolutely necessary."

Rhaegar shook his head, still reluctant to leave Westeros.

It is difficult to choose between a continent that is completely ruled and a fertile territory that is vast, sparsely populated and slowly developing.

Faced with the dark forces stirring in the north, he still plans to give it a try.

If there is a real danger of destruction, the eldest son and his men can migrate to the continent of Essos.

With the ports of the Disputed Lands and Volantis, the Golden Plains surrounded by Norvos and Qohor, the three power structures of the Free Fortress Empire Dragon, local nobles, and maritime nobles are reproduced.

"By the way, the mercenaries from Pentos have been dispatched."

Damon brought it up suddenly.

"Then fight. The plain battlefield is just a food delivery to the dragon."

Rhaegar was calm and indifferent, and he only cared about the iron vault full of gold.

……

Sunset and dusk, the sky is getting late.

The halo of the setting sun shines on Dagger Lake, creating a beautiful picture of alternating blue and red.

Rhaegar returned to the tent and wrote a letter.

Before putting pen to paper, hesitate for a moment.

It has been nearly a month since I left the house, and there is still no news about my eldest son, Dragon Tamer. I guess he is in trouble.

"We should give him some advice."

Rhaegar pondered and wrote "Old Dragon of the Lemon Grove".

Uragas is an ancient dragon full of history, and the number of people who know about it can be counted on one hand.

Since the eldest son can tame a dragon, he might as well give it a try.

At the end, Norvos was informed of the victory on the battlefield, and his father and Rhaenyra were reminded to be careful of the counterattack on the other side of the strait.

After writing, tie it to the raven's legs.

……

Time flies, half a month later.

King's Landing, Dragon's Lair.

"Hiss!!"

Angry roars resounded throughout the hall, and hot dragon flames overflowed from the iron chain ceiling.

At the bronze gate, Aemon was leaning against the door with a popsicle in his mouth.

boom--

A moss-green trickster was climbing on the wall, its amber vertical pupils revealing cunning, and its slender dragon tail like a scorpion's tail was swinging back and forth.

"An ungrateful old woman."

Eamon spat out the popsicle stick and looked at the silver-haired woman who was fleeing in a panic with a wicked smile.

Following his mother's instructions, he took Elena from Slaver's Bay to visit the dragon's lair.

During this time, I met Trickster, Moon Dance, and Sylax...

The old woman was still not satisfied and wanted to see a real adult dragon.

Both Womithor and Silver Wing lived in the dragon pit and were led out by the dragon handler.

The former was fine when he saw Elena, just treating her as a small bug and not paying any attention to her.

On the contrary, Silver Wing, who was in a gentle mood, just flared his nostrils slightly and sprayed dragon flames at Elena.

It seemed as if there was some extremely repulsive smell on the other person.

"I almost burned you to death."

Aemon clapped his hands and ordered, "Release Silverwing back to Dragonstone, and send someone to keep an eye on the old woman around the clock."

The ownerless dragon is not afraid of being tamed by the old woman. After all, it cannot fly out of the dragon's cave.

They were afraid that someone would steal dragon eggs and cause the dragons to escape.

But with him around, no one can succeed.

"Roar..."

The trickster retreated slightly, and a shadow covered the hall, from which a ferocious dragon head with horns and a crown emerged.

Silver Wing's pupils were sharp and he snorted heavily, like a beast waiting to be hunted.

"Take it down, quick!"

Aemon urged the dragon keeper on, unafraid.

"Follow orders, Silver Wing!"

The dragon keepers gathered around and loudly urged the giant dragon to return to the dragon pit.

Boom——

The bronze gate was closed, and eight hundred armored warriors patrolled the four directions, surrounding the dragon's lair tightly.

Aemon walked out the door and pulled a letter from his bosom. It was signed by King Rhaegar I of Targaryen.

"Let me take a look at my father's letter."

Aemon opened the envelope and read the contents line by line.

After returning to King's Landing from Tyrosh, he began to work as a Grand Maester and Chief of Intelligence. The letters were delivered from Raven Tower.

After reading the letter, Aemon was almost shocked: "Three hundred years old...such an old dragon."

"No, no, we have to send it to Big Brother quickly."

Aemon boarded the White Wheel and told Alec, the Kingsguard: "Ser, take me back to the Red Keep first."

"Yes, Prince."

Alec did his duty faithfully and drove back silently.

On the way, an idea suddenly occurred to Aemon, and he said in surprise: "Hey, big brother wants to tame the dragon, so I have to help."

I remember there were a lot of good things in my father's bedroom.

Bring one to big brother.

Thinking of his eldest brother's tearful thanks to him, Aemon was full of energy: "Hurry up, ser."

……

The next day, the sky was bright.

Dragonstone, east coast.

"Hiss!"

A young dragon with black scales and scarlet dorsal fin and wing membranes roared continuously and rolled on the grass at the edge of the cliff, stirring up a cloud of dust and grass leaves.

Crack! Crack!
The long black whip with bone spurs lashed repeatedly, tightly wrapping around the dragon's neck like a snake.

Belron panted and climbed onto the dragon's back with a dragon whip in hand, shouting, "Come and snipe at me again, Iragas!"

At this time, the little face was dirty and only a few pieces of cloth were left on his body.

"Hiss!"

Iragas shouted at the top of his lungs, glaring with a pair of scarlet vertical pupils.

Baeron lay on the dragon's back, wielding the dragon whip and beating it: "I told you to snipe me, so you'll be narrow-minded!"

He complained every time he got whipped, venting all the thrills and excitement of the past half month.

I failed to dodge in time several times and was almost turned into barbecue by the careful dragon.

"Hiss!..."

Iragas roared in pain, and rolled on the ground with his huge body, which was comparable to that of an adult dragon, trying to shake the small insect off.

"What a beautiful thought."

Baelon was like a dog-skin plaster, firmly stuck to the dragon's back.

If hitting dragon scales with fists wasn't painful and useless, I really wanted to give it two punches.

In his ragged trousers, there was a crumpled piece of letter paper.

Letter from my brother Eamonn.

Not only did he share a 300-year-old dragon that lived in the lemon forest, he also sent the dragon taming whip that his father kept in the bedroom.

Belron's face flushed red, and he brandished the whip to tie up the dragon's neck, saying with relief: "Little-eyed dragon, there are times when you are left alone!"

Every time he encountered Vaghar passing by, he would be chased by Iragas.

The great task of taming a dragon failed several times.

"Hiss!!"

Iragas had a violent temper and could not stand the revenge of the little bugs, so he gathered all his strength and rushed high into the sky.

It took off with a whoosh, and its scarlet wings enveloped the waves below the coast.

"Ah! What are you doing!"

Baeron was shocked and quickly tightened the dragon whip.

The higher the young dragon flew, the tighter the dragon tamer's whip tightened.

The tighter the dragon taming whip is tightened, the more aggressive the young dragon becomes.

"Hiss!"

Iragas howled to the sky, then soared up to the clouds and then fell into the sea, trying to hurt both sides and toss the little bug on his back.

Baeron felt dizzy and his stubborn nature came out.

"Come on, let's see who surrenders first."

One man and one dragon took on each other, using all their might to hurt each other.

At this time, the majestic Longshan Mountain.

"Roar?"

Vhagar was lying in the rocky mountains. He raised his head when he heard the dragon's roar from the east coast, feeling annoyed that his sweet dream had been disturbed.

Boom——

The huge feet stepped on the strange rocks, and the wings full of holes spread out and flew into the air.

It was going to teach the little guy a lesson and keep quiet on Dragonstone.

……

the other side.

The man and the dragon were unaware of anything and were still jumping up and down in their fight.

"His-"

A roar like thunder was heard in the distance, and a majestic dragon flame with orange and yellow mixed with thick smoke came.

Belron suddenly turned around, his expression changed drastically: "Run, Iragas!"

boom--

It was a little too late, the dragon flame surged over like an overwhelming force.

Vhagar's vertical pupils were filled with indifference, and he was only concerned with teaching the restless young dragon a lesson.

Baeron subconsciously lay down and pulled out the dragon taming whip that bound the dragon's neck.

next moment.

"Hiss!"

Amidst the billowing dragon flames and thick smoke, a young black dragon rushed out, spewing out a breath of pitch-black dragon flame from a distance.

The dragon's flames were as black as night, and they exploded into the wrinkled and thick hide of the old dragon of the time.

"His-"

Vhagar was sprayed on the side of his neck. He roared in extreme anger and flapped his wings to give chase.

Iragas moved flexibly, dodging every attack of the old dragon and occasionally spitting out dragon flames to fight back.

Its dragon flame is extremely lethal and has an explosion-like effect.

This is exactly the same as the black dragon flame that Balerion had when he was alive.

"Hiss!"

Iragas dodged the old dragon's bite for the last time and dived into the sea below the cliff.

Baelon's heart was pounding, always keeping an eye on the old dragon's bad temper, and he gritted his teeth, "Leave Dragonstone, Iragas!"

Vhagar was of a ferocious temperament and would not tolerate provocation when riding in the same air with a dragon.

Iragas had angered it and would not be easily forgiven.

boom--

As soon as he finished speaking, a dragon flame with a mixture of orange and yellow and thick smoke descended, boiling the sea water surging on the cliff.

"Hiss!"

Iragas panicked and subconsciously rejected the little bug's orders, planning to escape in a random direction.

"Follow my command, Iragas!"

Baelon's momentum grew, and he used his dragon whip to forcibly take control of the dragon.

The movement was so violent that the paper ball in the torn pants fell out.

Baerlon caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye, and immediately a plan came to his mind.

(End of this chapter)