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

Chapter 650: Red Dragon on the Great Grass Sea

Sothoryos continent, Nas Island.

"Hiss-"

On the rocky beach, a giant black dragon roared loudly and spewed out pillars of dark green dragon flames.

"Come out, all of you, come out!"

Rhaegar's face was gloomy, and he shouted loudly while riding on the dragon's back.

The surrounding large rocks melted into magma, and the entire beach turned into a purgatory on earth of smoke and fire.

The Glutton has cruel green vertical pupils. It smells the scent of small insects and looks for a hiding cave to aim at the gushing dragon flames.

call out!call out!
Dense arrows shot at the dragon's kiss, causing sparks to fly from its bloody mouth.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton became more and more excited, and his dragon's kiss hit the cave, shaking the entire rocky mountain.

Rhaegar sat on the saddle covered by two pitch-black dragon wings, his body swaying slightly.

The great evil dragon ate the pale wild dragon, and his temper was full of desire for release.

Then we will start with the last group of threats from the Lizard Islands and unleash all the dragon flames.

"Hiss!"

"..."

Two giant dragons, one gold and one light blue, flew over and joined the crushing massacre.

"Dragon Flame!!"

With a grim face, Rhaenyra drove Syrax to burn down the strange rocky mountain where the pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom were hiding.

Nas Island is located in a remote area, but its geographical resources are abundant.

But the pirates had nowhere to escape and could only hide in the damp and cold tunnels.

Helena landed on the top of the mountain riding Dreamfire, with her handsome dragon head raised high. The giant black dragon was half the height of the mountain above the plain.

Rhaegar looked up and saw the light blue dragon fire falling like a waterfall.

"Lord Corliss has already launched a general attack, so we don't need to rush."

Helena lay on the dragon's back, holding her face and spoke tenderly.

Menghuo stood very steady, taking good care of the mischievous driver.

Rhaegar waved his hand, a smile on his face.

The death of the pale wild dragon removed a huge stone that was weighing on my heart.

Looking at Rhaenyra and Helena who came to help, a warm feeling arose in my heart.

This is what the conquerors get.

……

Time flies, one month later.

The weather was clear and cloudless.

The summer sea climate is still scorching hot, and the gently rippling sea surface is slightly distorted by the heat.

Basilisk Islands.

A pirate ship with a white flag slowly sailed out and knelt down in surrender to the Iron Throne.

"Please accept our knee, Your Majesty of the Iron Throne."

The bearded leader of Myr knelt on the deck and spoke Valyrian with a miserable look on his face.

His kneeling represented the defeat of the Three Women’s Kingdom.

Dragons surrounded the Lizard Islands, blocking all outbound routes.

Tens of thousands of people are hiding on a deserted island, unable to get out, and are already at the point of starvation and cannibalizing each other.

If you don't surrender, there will be mutiny.

Rega stood tall, holding his clan sword, the Blackfire Pestle, on the ground.

"Do you know the consequences of repeated wars?"

The voice was cold, without any warmth.

"We will offer you countless wealth."

The man with a mustache lowered his head deeply, and a look of weakness appeared on his sallow face.

I'm hungry. I haven't eaten for three days.

"Your money was looted from my subjects."

Rhaegar was aggressive, his eyes slightly sideways.

Damon was right next to them, watching with a calm expression.

Holding the clan sword Dark Sister in one hand, he lifted the corner of his clothes to wipe off the dirt.

The uncle and nephew looked at each other and saw a hint of coldness in each other.

"I accept your surrender."

Rhaegar raised his chin and demanded, "But you must put all your money on the Isle of Tears."

"no problem."

The mustache boy was overjoyed and his gray eyes lit up.

After hesitating for a moment, his cunning nature showed, and he opened his mouth to negotiate: "Your Majesty, the wealth is dedicated to the Iron Throne, and please let us sail back to Essos."

Perhaps migrating to Sothoryos was a wrong decision.

Return to the rich and vast continent of Essos and make a comeback with your plundering skills.

Rhaegar looked down from above and smiled, "Alright, you have three days to move the army away. Women, children and slaves can move slowly."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The man with a small moustache grinned and personally took a wooden box from his subordinate and presented it to him.

The box was opened, filled with gold nuggets and gems.

"Go away." Rega took the heavy box and his expression changed immediately.

The man with a mustache crawled back to the pirate ship, fearing that he would accidentally feed the dragon.

……

Two and a half days passed.

A bloated fleet of over a hundred ships sailed on the summer sea, and the ships of varying sizes looked ridiculous.

Thirty thousand people huddled in the fleet, returning to their homeland with great hope.

"Haha, it's all thanks to me."

The man with a mustache was drunk and stood on the deck showing off his power.

The surrender negotiations were exaggerated as a tragic and heroic act of sacrificing one's life, without any trace of timid humility.

The mercenaries and pirates laughed and praised loudly.

No matter whether it is true or false, it is good to be able to get away safely.

The fleet was in disarray and there was no discipline at all.

No one noticed that a shadow was looming overhead.

"Dragon Flame!"

The clear voice is not loud, but it is guaranteed to reach everyone's ears.

"what?"

The man with a mustache looked up in surprise, but his drunken eyes made him unable to see clearly.

Until the skin burned and the dark green flames covered the sky.

"Hiss-"

A terrifying dragon as black as coal descended from the sky, its green vertical pupils like the will-o'-the-wisp leading the way of death, engulfing hundreds of overcrowded ships.

"dragon!!"

"It's Deathwing, jump into the sea quickly."

"Ah! Fire..."

The ash-green dragon flame spread out, clinging to each ship in the wind like burning tallow candles.

"Money?" Rhaegar raised his lips, grabbed a handful of golden dragons and threw them into the sea: "It can't buy your lives."

"Hiss-"

The Glutton leaped into the air, and his massive body streaked across the sky, soaring toward Volantis.

The fire raged below, turning into a green ocean.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss... Ga..."

Two scarlet dragons appeared, breathing dragon flames around the fleet and strangling the pirates who tried to jump into the sea to survive.

For a moment, wailing and despair became the only sound.

Between red and green, playing music that is not suitable for the human world.

……

The Glutton crossed the Summer Sea and landed within the Black Walls of Volantis.

"Hiss~~"

A giant topaz-colored dragon lay crouched on the ground, its huge body curled up into a ball.

His vertical pupils were tightly closed and he let out a lazy, low snoring.

"Father!"

Belron was accompanying a group of younger brothers and sisters, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Rhaegar rolled off the dragon and took off his black robe that was stained with the dragon's stench.

The war is over.

Most of the remnants of the Three Women's Kingdom were killed or injured, and will not pose a threat in the future.

"Did you make it?"

Rhaenyra walked out from behind Syrax and came towards her with a smile.

With gentle movements, he took the dirty black robe and held it in his arms.
Rhaegar held her good face and kissed her hard, then said with a wicked smile: "Think carefully about how to deal with the Basilisk Islands."

"The kids are still here."

Rainier's cheeks flushed and she turned her head away embarrassedly.

"Can we go back now?"

Visenya came bounding over, holding Egg's neck with one hand.

Poor Egg rolled his eyes and hung halfway like a rag doll.

"Visenya!"

Rhaenyra was shocked and quickly snatched her youngest son away.

Rhaegar's face darkened and he signaled Baelon to drag his sister away.

Baeron received the gaze and, together with Meka, speared the little girl from the left and right.

"whee……"

A bunch of children watched the fun and enjoyed seeing Visenya get humiliated.

Rhaegar looked around and whispered in Rhaenyra's ear, "Are you sure you want to bring all the children back to King's Landing?"

Not only their own eight dragon cubs, but also Daemon and Aegon's children.

The older ones are represented by the sisters Baelilla, and the younger ones are represented by Jaehaerys and Jaehaera.

"of course."

Rhaenyra's earlobes turned red from the heat, and a hint of beauty flashed in her eyes: "I want to raise the children by my side and train them to be the best dragon riders."

He went through another great war and tragically lost a beloved son.

After living half her life, Rainier's character was forced to mature.

Referring to Queen Visenya and Queen Alysanne, she will be with Rhaegar for the rest of her life.

To cultivate outstanding descendants for the family, they shoulder the heavy responsibility without hesitation.

Rhaegar looked surprised.

I didn't expect the other party to be so aware. He used to be petty.

"Put away your distrustful look."

Rhaenyra held up a pair of soft and plump breasts with both hands, looking like a queen: "I will take good care of them. History will remember me as the best queen."

Rhaegar blinked and chuckled, "King's Landing Kindergarten."

……

into the night.

A stream beside the Great Dothraki Grass Sea.

"Hurry, wash the horse for me!"

Harsh scolding and the crack of a horsewhip.

The silver-haired boy looked pale as he carried a bucket to fetch water from the stream and used a brush to brush the young bloodrider's horse.

He was wearing a rough linen shirt, and his back was covered with new and old scars.

The purple eyes were numb, as if they had forgotten what pain was.

As the night deepens, the moon and stars become dim.

The men and women in the tribe gathered around the campfire, having sex without restraint and eating half-cooked meat.

They even drew their swords against each other in order to establish a clear order, carrying out their barbarity to the end.

Kaa yawned, walked back to the tent with interest, and favored the newly captured female slave.

The Blood Guards left one by one, resting and standing guard in batches.

"Cuckoo cuckoo~~"

The cuckoo landed on the grass and picked up grass seeds to fill its stomach.

A short figure flashed by and found the small tent of the young bloodrider.

"Huhu~~"

The silver-haired boy listened to the snoring in the tent, his hand brushing across the dragon head pendant around his neck.

hum-

The true fire of the clan sword appeared out of nowhere, and the ruby ​​at the end of the hilt glowed dimly.

The silver-haired boy glanced at it and silently rubbed the sword that was as black as night.

Thanks to this sword, he was protected after falling into the water.

Only then did it have a chance to drift to the other side of the gorge and be salvaged by fishermen.

"Father and mother, I'm sorry."

The silver-haired boy's voice cracked, and a string of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

The dragon died, his throat was torn by the sea water, and he was stranded in the Dothraki tribe like a useless person.

It’s better to die and be done with it all.

His left hand touched the tent curtain, and the reflection of the dark sword showed a hint of determination.

"What are you doing?"

As soon as the corner of the curtain was lifted, a crisp sound came from behind.

The silver-haired boy was startled and quickly turned around and handed over his sword.

The tip of the sword instantly pressed against the black-haired girl's throat.

Leia took a look, pushed aside the cold sword, and said enviously, "Is this Valyrian steel? You actually have it."

Her Valyrian was rusty and she spoke haltingly.

"Kill you."

The silver-haired boy moved the sword back to its original position and pretended to be a fierce threat.

"You cried."

Leah tilted her head and poked the other person's eye with her dirty fingertips.

You know what, his skinny face is quite handsome, and his pair of purple eyes are particularly charming.

"Your mother must have been a great beauty."

Leah looked longingly.

"Nonsense." The silver-haired boy was stunned for a moment and retorted: "I didn't cry."

"But you shed tears."

Leia wiped away a tear and held it in her mouth and smacked it a few times.

Salty, it's tears.

The silver-haired boy was furious and scolded, "Go away, or I'll kill you too."

If she hadn't given him some horse meat and helped him herd sheep, he would have killed her long ago.

Dothraki women are like she-gorillas.

"Who are you going to kill?" Leah pursed her lips and said innocently, "You got beaten and don't want to live anymore."

No one can stand being beaten every day.

Many slaves took the opportunity to commit suicide.

However, it is indeed rare to seek death by assassinating a blood guard.

The silver-haired boy's face flushed red, and he felt embarrassed and annoyed when his thoughts were exposed.

"Stay alive."

Leah said seriously, "My father said he would not sell you, but would raise you until you are plump and white."

"What?" The silver-haired boy didn't understand.

"You have to stay alive so that you can exchange money for money when the tribe becomes poor."

Leah told him bluntly.

The silver-haired boy hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked towards the small tent.

He would rather die than live in humiliation.

"He won't hit you again."

Leah stood still, not pulling, but persuading.

The silver-haired boy didn't listen, and the real fire in his hands gradually became hotter.

The night sky is very quiet, just ignore the noise of Dothraki men and women having sex.

boom--

A breeze blew across her face, causing her silver-gold hair to sway slightly.

The silver-haired boy was stunned for a moment, then raised his head with some feeling.

"Hiss!"

A dark red shadow streaked across the night sky, looking like a ruby ​​under the shining stars, and screams came from above and below.

The Dothraki made so much noise that the sound was as inconspicuous as the call of a cuckoo.

The silver-haired boy's pupils suddenly shrank and he looked at the night sky in shock.

The dark red did not stop and went straight to the east of the Great Grass Sea.

"What are you looking at?"

Liya looked around and asked expectantly, "Do you want to live?"

"maybe."

The silver-haired boy was lost in thought for a long time and responded subconsciously.

"Then can you tell me your name?"

Leia happily came forward and sniffed with her nose wrinkled.

People say that real dragons are very powerful, but they also smell bad.

Faced with the repeated questions, the silver-haired boy hesitated for a moment, then said softly: "Aemon! Aemon Targaryen."

(End of this chapter)