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

Chapter 630: Moon Dance Attacks
At night, thick smoke billowed from the sea.

boom--

Belron jumped off the dragon's back, helped the limp old man up, and asked with concern, "How is Yangyan?"

"You should ask me how I am."

Aegon said helplessly.

"You look okay."

Baeron looked back at Yang Yan who was screaming in pain and said, "What a beautiful dragon, it always gets hurt to protect its rider."

The originally gorgeous light pink wing membrane is now covered with holes of varying sizes.

There were burns and also stray arrows piercing through.

It would be better not to mention it. When the injured Yangyan was mentioned, Aegon howled in pain: "Damned Greyjoy bastard, my Yangyan!"

He threw himself on the bloody wound and tears began to fall.

Who would have thought that the fleet of the Iron Islands would suddenly attack the Stepstones.

The quality of the fleet is no worse than that of the Velaryon family's fleet.

Even in terms of fearless and fierce offensive, it is more suitable for blitzkrieg.

"Don't be sad, uncle."

Baelon touched the scar on his face and said firmly, "Wait for me to gather the lords of the riverlands to attack the Iron Islands together."

He has a dragon.

It's time to gather your vassals and fulfill your promise.

……

Stonehelm, Stormlands.

It was a dark night, with waves crashing against the towering cliffs.

If you stand here, you can just see the bright flames burning on the Stone Steps Archipelago.

"Hiss!"

An ugly mud dragon slowly crawled out, holding a goat in its sharp mouth and chewing it together with mud and blood.

On the dragon's back, Aemond looked into the distance with his deep eyes in the direction where the fire was rising.

"Roar……"

After the sheep thief finished eating the goat, he shook his skinny body slightly and raised his wings to take off.

"Wait a minute, idiot."

Aemond had a gloomy look on his face and stopped the mud dragon's actions.

The sheep thief was stunned for a moment, then lay lazily on the ground.

Even burped.

"We'll leave later, got it?"

Aemond secretly rubbed the one-eyed dagger on his waist, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

Aegon was so outrageous that he completely forgot the pride of being a Targaryen.

Even when asked to help his sister and nephew, he pretended to be deaf and dumb.

It's time for him to take an unforgettable fall.

……

On the other side, by the Green Blood River.

boom--

A pale dragon shadow landed on the deserted river bank, its nostrils flaring rapidly in search of scent.

"Hiss!"

Finally, a large piece of flesh covered with dark green scales was found in the mud, and a sharp roar like a sound wave spread in all directions.

Accompanied by a grunting chewing sound, drops of cooled dragon blood fell to the ground.

A gentle breeze blew by, blowing away the dark clouds that were blocking the bright moon.

The moonlight shone on the smooth river surface, reflecting a terrifying monster.

The whole body is covered with dull, pale gray scales, with scarlet vertical pupils, a pair of long horns that bend backwards like dead tree branches, and a mouth full of sharp teeth dripping with saliva.

"Hiss... Ga..."

The pale dragon continued to lick the remaining dragon meat residue, raising its head and moaning with satisfaction.

If someone were here, they would be able to see the true face more clearly.

A terrifying beast that was pale like a wind-dried rock, skinny and sickly, with a long and thin neck.

Just one look and the malice is overwhelming.

As if he was born to be a wicked person.

"Hang Chih Chih..."

After licking the last trace of blood, the pale wild dragon moved its stiff neck, spread its pair of wings full of holes, and leaped into the sky.

The withered body swayed and disappeared into the night like a strange snake.

Completely missing.

……

The next day.

Golden Fields, Dagger Lake.

It was just daybreak and the curtain of one tent had not yet been opened.

Rhaegar was lying alone on the bed, sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.

But the sleep was not peaceful.

His face turned slightly pale, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and the fingers on his lower abdomen twitched unconsciously.

He had a dream, and it was a nightmare.

Wow!

The tent curtain was opened and a figure rushed in.

Damon looked impatient and said sarcastically, "Wake up, my dear Majesty."

A shout was uttered and the person on the bed sat up suddenly.

"Huhu~~"

Rhaegar's chest rose and fell violently, and he muttered to himself: "Green dragon, a green dragon..."

"What green dragon?"

Damon frowned.

"A green dragon fell into the water."

Rhaegar spoke with difficulty, covering his cold forehead with his palm.

A chaotic nightmare with a green dragon flying over the sea.

Then, I couldn’t remember.

"Hiss~!" Rega took a breath of cold air and bit his tongue to regain consciousness.

Seeing his good nephew like this, Damon's eyes flickered and he interrupted, "We don't have enough supplies."

"Then look for it."

Rhaegar rubbed his temple and responded casually.

"Volantines' cargo ships are slow."

Damon thought about it and whispered, "Someone has discovered our whereabouts and seems to have sent out troops to capture us."

After saying this, he smiled to himself.

The military arrests dragon riders?
Maybe he went straight to Kohor, whose defense was lax, who knows.

Rhaegar was in no mood to talk nonsense, and suddenly thought of something: "Rhaenyra sent me a letter, and Baena ran away from King's Landing."

It seemed to be coming from the other side of the strait.

"what?"

Damon's expression froze.

……

Pentos, the Valyrian Way.

A black dragonstone road from the Freehold Empire, with a shortcut connecting Norvos and Qohor, and half a broken road to Volantis.

stomping on...

At this time, a group of mercenaries riding on war elephants stepped onto the road and headed towards Kohor.

The army numbered more than two thousand men, including five hundred cavalry.

The war elephants were tall and big, covered in copper-yellow armor, and there were more than a dozen of them.

This is already one of the most powerful mercenary groups in Essos.

A close minister employed by Prince Pentos.

The army advanced slowly, and soon it was noon.

Under the scorching sun, Dragon Stone Avenue gradually heated up.

People's feet are burned when they walk on it, and the sweat drops evaporate immediately.

call--

Suddenly, a strong wind blew in, which made the mercenaries perk up a little.

"Hiss~!" Unexpectedly, the war elephant leading the way in front became agitated, swinging its long trunk and roaring.

No one noticed yet, but there was a small black dot in the sky.

"Hiss!"

A young dragon with dark green scales all over its body and gray-white stripes on its surface spreads its wings and soars.

"Quiet, Moondancer."

Benilla was wearing black leather armor, riding on the dragon's back and looking down.

The first thing that comes into view is the mercenary group that is causing trouble.

"An enemy?"

Benilla's eyes lit up, and she quickly pulled the saddle rope: "Our chance has come, Moon Dancer!"

"Hiss!"

Yuewu screamed sharply, flapped her wings like a butterfly and dived downward, her pair of narrow vertical pupils flashing with ferocity.

A man and a dragon flew out from Junling openly.

They should have gone to Lys or Tyrosh, leaving the Throat and heading straight for Pentos across the sea.

If you want to prove yourself, you can't hide in the back.

If you want to go, go to the main battlefield and speak with the dragon under your crotch.

……

The Old Valyrian Road, several miles away.

"Hiss!"

A gorgeous dragon with cobalt blue scales all over its body, copper-colored jaws, chest, abdomen and claws, and a slender body is slowly soaring.

Hearing the dragon's roar in the distance, his lazy demeanor changed.

On the dragon's back, Daeron was filling his water bag with water. He put it down quickly when he heard the voice. "Follow him, Tesserion."

"Hiss!"

Tesserion neighed and flapped his wings vigorously.

They are guards.

He obeyed Rhaenyra and Rhaena's request and made a special trip to escort the disobedient Bernilla.

The strong wind blew on his face, distorting Darren's handsome face, but it was nothing compared to the bitterness in his heart.

No one can refuse, just do what you say.

……

a few days later.

King's Landing, Red Keep.

"Enter stealthily and leave cautiously."

Aemon pouted and sneaked into the closed king's chambers.

Looking at the wall where the fireplace was, several Valyrian weapons were hanging quietly.

"Hehe." Aemon laughed and took off the true fire with a ruby ​​on the end.

When father is not around, there is no point in touching these treasures.

Thanks to his regular maintenance.

After making sure the curtains were drawn, Aemon waved his real fire around the room and said proudly, "Beilon must thank me when he comes back if he succeeds in taming the dragon."

That's a dragon taming whip, a treasure worth more than a Valyrian steel sword.

With just a little skill, he could be sent to Dragonstone to help his brother in his dragon taming career.

"Unfortunately, the Dragon Horn was taken away by my father."

Aemon was tired from sword dancing and muttered to himself as he looked for water to drink.

The Dragon Horn is so important that my father always carries it with him.

But the real fire is also good, and it looks much better than the dragon claw in my brother's hand.

creak-

The door suddenly opened, scaring the boy.

Rhaenyra leaned against the door frame and squinted her eyes. "Drink, why don't you drink?"

"Mom."

Imon suddenly broke out in a sweat and quickly put down his anger.

I was caught red-handed and my butt was already aching.

"Humph, who gave you this idle personality?"

Rhaenyra snorted coldly and asked, "Do you think I didn't know that the dragon whip was lost, or that someone from the Red Keep had sneaked into the chamber without my knowledge?"

I was thinking that the dragon taming whip was given to my eldest son, and I was waiting for my second son to come and admit his mistake.

The result is that he makes mistakes over and over again, like a thief in a flea nest.

"I was wrong, Mom."

Yimon had a depressed look on his face and admitted his mistake obediently.

He hung out in the slums of Tyroshi and met all kinds of people, which further fueled his eccentric personality.

But I also understand one thing.

If you are wrong you must admit it, otherwise you will get beaten if you insist.

"I really can't teach you, Aemon."

Rhaenyra held her forehead helplessly and sighed: "Go to the Mud Gate and see Elona off to Slaver's Bay for me."

I can’t teach him, so I’ll just wait for the child’s father to come back and give him a good beating.

Let’s get down to business first.

"See you off!?"

Iemon suddenly stood up straight, his eyes full of confusion.

He is from Slave Bay and calls himself the Dragon King "Daianliga".

I read the ancient books left by my father and found out that there really was a dragon king family with the same surname in ancient Valyria.

Adhering to the principle of preferring to kill someone who is wrong rather than letting him go, he should not be allowed to leave King's Landing safely.

"Don't look at me, this is your father's decision."

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and said patiently, "Elena is an old-fashioned person, like she's from the last century, but she's rarely aggressive."

"So, father wants to release her and stabilize the situation in Slaver's Bay?"

Aemon suddenly had an idea and took over the rest of the words.

Rhaenyra nodded. "That's right."

The Four Cities Alliance and the remnants of the Three Women's Kingdoms are both causing chaos. It would be unwise to declare war on Slave Bay at this time.

Leaving behind a female dragon king without a dragon in exchange for long-term peace and security in Slave Bay.

Better than killing a person.

"I understand."

Aemon blinked and carefully slipped out of the chamber.

Rainier did not stop him and pretended not to see the annoying child.

I silently thought in my heart, my dearest, my dearest...

……

King's Landing, Mud Gate.

A large ship flying the Diane Liga flag sailed away from Blackwater Bay at a speed as if it was fleeing.

“Hiss!~~”

A young dragon with green scales all over its body, a strong and powerful body, and a tail as long as a scorpion's tail needle stands on the city wall like a towering sculpture.

"I said, why didn't anyone notify me?"

Boss Aemon was unwilling and turned his back to the two figures.

Intelligence Chief Tormund put his hands in his pockets and smiled: "The queen wants to investigate you, how dare we stop her?"

"Ever since that lady saw Silver Wing, the Dragon Cave has been under martial law."

Dragon Cave Scholar Menas explained quietly: "I don't have time to teach you either."

"You are so disloyal."

Aemon frowned and crossed his arms across his chest in anger.

What about friends and teachers? They don't help at all and just cause trouble.

"prince."

Tormund came closer to share the fun. "I do know a piece of news. Pentos hired a Dothraki cavalry. But I heard it was to fight against the dragon. The khal of the tribe took the money and ran away."

"hehe."

It wasn't funny at all, and Eamonn felt a little cold.

Looking at the vast Blackwater Bay, my restless heart gradually calmed down.

I miss Bernila a little.

His fiancée left without saying goodbye, abandoning him and sneaking off to the continent of Essos.

Nor is there any fear of encountering danger along the way.

(End of this chapter)