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

Chapter 638: Battle of Broken Ship Bay

The patter...

The heavy rain poured down, covering the deep rainy night.

"Hiss!"

The trickster soared in the air, moving from the sea surface to a rocky cliff, and its smaller body moved freely.

Aemon wiped his face and looked up at the night sky.

crackling——

After a flash of lightning and thunder, the outline of a huge dragon emerged from the dark clouds.

So large and slender, four times the size of a young dragon.

"Let's turn around and cheat the idiot."

Aemon saw the corner of the cliff and immediately pulled the saddle rope.

The reef cliffs are like a long and narrow sea maze, and the cloudy sky can confuse the sky and the earth into one.

But he can remember.

The liar narrowed his pupils slightly, raised his head upside down and leaned back, then turned his body sideways to complete the retrograde movement.

His muscular body is extremely agile and his reaction speed is top-notch.

boom--

The blazing pale dragon flame suddenly descended and hit the front end of the previous position.

"Hurry up and see if you can get rid of it."

Aemon couldn't help but smile, wondering what the chances were of turning back now without being followed.

There are two dragons in King's Landing, Vermithor and Syrax.

But my grandfather and mother’s dragon-controlling skills are very poor, and it is a long distance from King’s Landing to the Dragon’s Lair.

"Is Melias in the throat?"

Aemon's thoughts wandered to his great-aunt Rhaenys, who patrolled the Throat every day.

The cold rain hitting his face quickly brought him back to his senses.

Even on such a rainy day, Melias, known as the fastest dragon, would not travel.

Going to Chaotou Island may not be feasible.

Besides...

"Hiss... Ga..."

A pale wild dragon suddenly emerged from the dark clouds, its nostrils flaring vigorously, and its scarlet vertical pupils wide open as it looked around.

"Faster."

Aemon's heart tightened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go to Stonehelm!"

With the exception of Wormithor, the remaining dragons had no option to secure a victory over the dragon-eating species.

If Melias fights without knowing his condition, the most likely outcome is that both sides will suffer losses.

Lead the dragon-eating species to the remote city of Stonehelm, and see if you can meet your third uncle, Aemond One-Eye.

If all else fails, you can hide in the rainforest.

crackling——

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, making it almost impossible to open your eyes.

The pale wild dragon hovered aimlessly above the reefs, occasionally spewing dragon flames to illuminate the rain.

"Long Yan, you are such a liar!"

An excited shout was heard, and from below came the roar of the wing membrane breaking through the wind resistance.

The pale wild dragon lowered its head subconsciously, its scarlet vertical pupils revealing its thirst for flesh and blood.

"Hiss!"

There were dull waves crashing right in front of me, and a sharp dragon roar suddenly came from the side and behind.

The body of the trickster was like a shuttle, rushing towards the huge dragon quickly and fiercely, and even the dragon's tail, which was like a scorpion's tail needle, was stretched straight.

Boom——

The dragon's mouth spewed out orange-yellow hot dragon flames, which hit the side of the pale wild dragon's head and erupted into a mushroom cloud.

"Hiss... Ga..."

The pale wild dragon suddenly let out a sharp roar, the sound of which spread over dozens of miles, as if it could shatter the crescent moon through the dark clouds.

When the wild dragon stopped screaming, it could only glance grimly with the other side of its dragon head.

The side that was hit had already been completely unrecognizable, with the scarlet vertical pupil bursting and shattering, and dirty blood staining the pale scales.

When he opened his eyes, the young dragon was nowhere to be seen.

"Roar!!"

The pale wild dragon squeezed its throat and growled repeatedly, its nostrils flaring wildly in search of scents, and it hovered over the reefs and did not leave for a long time.

the other side.

A reef cliff, an inconspicuous corner.

The Trickster was panting, his hind feet stepping on a raised rock pillar.

"It hasn't left yet. Can it smell something?"

Aemon's face flushed and he let the rain flow down his hair all over his face.

He and the trickster had done their best.

Flying in heavy rain is even more tiring, and if you continue to struggle, you will fall into the sea sooner or later.

boom--

Pale white dragon flames fell from the sky and hit a dark sea in the distance.

Aemon looked around, looking for a better corner to attack.

Let's go all out and blind the dragon-eater's other eye.

My father once said that a dragon fight is not just about size, but also about how ruthless the attack is.

"Hiss!!"

Suddenly, another loud dragon roar sounded from afar.

Aemon looked down and saw the pale wild dragon looking back vigilantly, but because of his blind eye, he made the movement, exposing his injured eye socket.

Then, a giant light silver dragon dived down from the clouds, and light silver mixed with orange-yellow dragon flame gushed out rapidly.

Boom——

The pale wild dragon was hit accurately on the side of its head, and it roared sharply, shaking its head in pain.

The bloody, empty eye sockets were burnt to a crisp, and his body was unstable and he almost crashed into the rocky cliff.

"Haiyan!"

Yimon was surprised and delighted, and quickly ordered: "Go around to the back and trick the people."

With an adult dragon to buy time, the blind dragon-eating species couldn't target them.

"Hiss!!"

Haiyan hit the target with one strike, and her body rose into the air in a crooked manner.

One of its wings was drooping, obviously unable to move.

The pale wild dragon was furious and gave up on the young dragon to chase after its wounded prey again.

"Dragon Flame!"

The young dragon suddenly rushed out, and the scorching dragon flame hit the side of the neck.

The pale wild dragon roared, the scales on its neck burned black, and it gradually flapped its wings and flew into the dark clouds.

"I missed it. I almost did."

Aemon looked up into the rain and thumped his saddle in anger.

"Hiss!"

The trickster screamed softly, circled the reefs and continued to hide, its scorpion-like dragon tail swaying gently.

From the violent rise and fall of his chest, it can be seen that he has expended a lot of physical energy.

It was the first time in Long Sheng’s life that he participated in a dragon fight, and he was indeed exhausted both physically and mentally.

"Hiss!!"

Haiyan cried out in pain, flapped its wings to avoid the lightning, and flew away in the direction it came from.

The dragon-eating species is gone, and it is time to leave too.

Time passes bit by bit...

Aemon rode on the Trickster and hid among the rocks, watching the light silver sea smoke gradually disappear.

"Is everyone gone?"

Aemon was tense, looking at the rolling dark clouds for the pale shadow. Perhaps because he was too nervous, his purple eyes trembled slightly, shrinking into vertical pupils from time to time.

My skin was also feeling hot and my throat was still dry even in the heavy rain.

"Hiss!"

The Trickster neighed softly, and the tip of its tail, which had been shaking from beginning to end, dropped naturally for the first time.

Yimon looked back and was completely relieved: "Great, let's go too."

The dragon's tail can sense vibrations in the air and transmit them back to the surrounding environmental conditions.

Anything that is invisible to the naked eye cannot be hidden from the senses.

The deceitful spirit scouted out the dragon's head, confirmed that it was safe, and flew into the sky, chasing after the light silver dragon.

Aemon did not stop and drank the rain water to quench his thirst.

The Isle of Naath is closer, closer than King's Landing and Stonehelm.

The sea smoke is just ahead and it is safer.

The young dragon flew quickly, passing through dark clouds and heavy rain, avoiding the roaring thunder.

The blush on Aemon's cheeks gradually faded and his consciousness began to blur.

"I'm so dizzy."

He muttered quietly, carefully examining the necklace around his neck and the true fire around his waist.

These treasures cannot be lost.

"Hiss!"

After a while, the young dragon flew out of the dark clouds, and the sky around it became clear.

The sun slowly rose, and the first ray of sunlight fell on the faces of a man and a dragon.

"It's dawn, you liar."

Aemon closed his eyes and rubbed the dragon's scales gently.

The young dragon's speed gradually slowed down, and its scorpion-like tail swayed up and down as it flew under the quiet morning sun.

hum-

Suddenly, the dragon's tail shook violently, pointing directly below the vast clouds.

The liar's pupils suddenly shrank, and he raised his head and let out a panicked roar.

"Hiss... Ga..."

The blood-stained pale dragon's kiss broke through the clouds and stabbed towards the young dragon as straight as a sword, and then closed with a bang.

click-

Aemon's body was shaken, and he felt a gust of fishy wind, followed by the sound of breaking bones.

Immediately, the body fell down without weight.

"A liar?"

Aemon opened his eyes in a daze and confusion.

As he sat on the saddle, he kept falling off, and the young dragon's head fell down from the sky.

The dragon head had not yet closed its eyes, and its lake-colored vertical pupils were staring at him silently.

"what?"

Aemon's pupils shrank, but he didn't see the dark green neck connected to the dragon's head.

boom--

The pale wild dragon roared, and its burly body swept across the sky, with its tail as slender as a bee's sting swaying slightly.

Aemon's throat felt hot, and he was filled with grief. "It was almost there."

As the sun rose, the outline of Naas Island appeared less than a few nautical miles away.

puff-

Everything went dark before my eyes, and the fishy, ​​salty sea water rushed into my mouth and nose.

……

"Hiss... Ga..."

The pale wild dragon roared as if to vent its anger, one side of its dragon head looked as ferocious as a ghost, and its bloody mouth was chewing something hungrily.

"No! No! No!"

On the bony back of the dragon, half of its charred body was stuck on an iron plate, with one purple eye wide open and crying out in pain.

The iron plate was connected by many tattered vine-like ropes, most of which were worn and broken.

He lay on his side with his half-charred body, witnessing a giant dragon slaughter.

Looking at the tragic fall of the dark green long-tailed dragon, he couldn't help but let out a grief-stricken roar.

That was a dragon of House Bellerys.

The only dragon that can move freely in the eye of the storm is the dragon with the name of Belleris!

"Hiss... Ga..."

The pale wild dragon's nostrils twitched slightly, and when it heard the noisy noise on its back, it suddenly spewed out a breath of pale dragon flame.

With just a crackling sound, the sky became completely quiet.

The sweet taste of blood filled his mouth, and the aroma of burnt meat wafted from his back.

He sensitively lowered his head to examine the sea surface, and the wreckage of the young dragon created huge waves.

hum-

A faint red glow flickered, and the blue picture returned to calm.

The pale wild dragon opened its only remaining right eye wide, repeatedly confirmed that there were no survivors, snorted and flew back to its nest.

……

a few days later.

The Great Temple of Qohor.

In the dim hall, there are many statues of gods except the black goat.

Rhaegar lay on the couch with his eyes closed, quietly lying beside the burning fireplace.

Crack!

Sparks flew from the firewood, and this was the only sound in the empty space.

Rhaegar slept soundly, he hadn't slept so soundly in a long time.

I was so familiar with it that I didn't even notice it. The statue of Our Lady of the Seven Gods standing in the corner was commenting with a compassionate look.

Rhaegar's eyelids twitched slightly, and he heard a soft call in his ear.

"Who's calling me at this hour?"

He opened his eyes sleepily, looking disturbed and not in a good mood.

However, Damon had a complicated expression on his face as he stood beside the bed with his twin daughters and Daeron.

Everyone's expression was wrong, and they were trying hard to hide unknown emotions.

Rhaegar's eyes swept over everyone, finally stopping at Baelor, and he asked in surprise: "Didn't you go back to Westeros? Where's Aemon?"

He had clearly arranged for the other party to gather the troops in the valley and bring back his second son to manage Tyrosh and Lys.

Could it be that the lazy guy who is always careless is unwilling to work hard?
"Aemon..."

Benila burst into tears and could hardly speak: "He..."

The choked words were about to come out of my mouth, but were interrupted by a big hand pressing on my shoulder.

"You guys go out first."

Damon lowered his eyes and created a private space.

Several children went out obediently.

Rega saw this and immediately had a bad feeling.

Rhaena, who is far away in King's Landing, has come, so there is no reason why Aemon should not be here.

Damon looked at his nephew silently, put his hand on his shoulder, and moved his lips as if whispering.

quite a while.

Rhaegar faced the fireplace, silent.

Damon sighed softly and took a step back silently.

"I……"

Rhaegar's voice cracked, and he turned his back to the fireplace.

Damon looked at his nephew.

There was no unnecessary expression on Rhaegar's face, and his eyes were filled with sadness and anger.

(End of this chapter)