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

Chapter 656 The Great Wall of Despair
Dragonstone, cliff edge.

The glutton crawled on the grass, crushing the leaves with his heavy body, and his heavy breath was like a burning torrent.

"Hiss~~"

"..."

There were endless sharp screams, and grass leaves and dust were flying in the corners.

Rhaegar lay on his side beside the dark dragon's wing, watching the two young dragons fight with his eyes open.

A dragon with blue-gray scales all over its body, scarlet dorsal fin and wing membranes, and a sharp head without horns.

The other one has purple stripes on a black background, looks fierce and brave, and has long, curved horns.

"Hiss!"

The blue-gray young dragon roared and spewed out scorching scarlet dragon flames.

It happened to hit the colorful young dragon's head, knocking it dizzy and falling.

"Haha, two little guys."

Rhaegar smiled and took out a piece of fresh pterosaur meat and threw it out.

The two young dragons smelled the blood and immediately pounced on it like greedy cats to fight for it.

You bite me and he kicks you.

He can't even stop eating a piece of meat.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton raised his eyelids, opened his dragon mouth slightly and let out an impatient growl.

The two young dragons froze at the sound, and tore the pterosaur meat into pieces, each holding a piece and flying away.

It is only about the size of a hound, and its wings lack strength.

It was flying in the air, swaying, like a child carrying a basket of heavy objects.

"You scared them."

Reagar was reluctant and flapped the membrane of his jet-black dragon wings.

The two baby dragons, like Moon Dance and Dawn, were hatched from eggs laid by Syrax.

Rhaenyra named the two newborns "Araxes" and "Terexu".

Like Lyanna's Vermax, both are named after the goddess of fertility "Syrax".

Represents warriors, spears, and thunder.

Combined with the "wisdom and enlightenment" represented by Womacks, she is a comprehensive guardian mother goddess.

Very emotional.

"Roar……"

The glutton opened his pale green vertical pupils and flapped his wings in annoyance.

Putting the baby dragon in front of us, isn't that a crime of inviting the dragon to commit?

The pale dragon head has not been completely digested, otherwise I would definitely find a chance to taste the tender meat.

"Tsk tsk~"

Rhaegar climbed onto the saddle along the dragon's wing with a playful look on his face.

No time for joking with old buddy.

The Glutton felt something in his heart, and he supported his body with his wings, and looked across the coast with his ferocious dragon head.

"Let's go, it's time for Velaryon's fleet to set off."

Rhaegar tied a black robe and thought about the development steps of the Golden Wilds.

King's Landing was left to the care of his father and Rhaenyra, and his good uncle and Aemond also joined the royal council.

He went there with confidence and waited for news from his eldest son in the north.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton roared toward the sky, flapped its wings and suddenly took off into the air, its thick dragon tail cutting across the rock formations at the edge of the cliff.

"Hiss!!"

A young dragon with cobalt blue scales all over its body and a copper foil-like texture from its jaw to its abdomen flew out of the Stone Drum Tower and hung far behind the dragon-eating species.

Darren rode on the dragon's back, holding the golden key in one hand and the map in the other.

"Oh, I have to go on a long journey again."

With great responsibility comes great power.

He is not at all like his second brother Aegon, whose less ability means less responsibility.

Two giant dragons flew over Blackwater Bay one after the other and slowly flew out of the throat.

On the sea below, a fleet flying the green seahorse flag was sailing, with more than a dozen large ships loaded with cargo and sailors.

A young man with a resolute face stood on the deck, looking up at the majestic dragon.

"I wish I were a knight."

Adam's eyes were bright and he turned around to continue commanding the sailors.

……

north.

The Wall, Castle Black.

crunch...

The capstan staircase embedded in the frozen stone wall slowly climbs up to the top of the towering Great Wall.

The cold wind blew and snowflakes penetrated through the iron fence.

Baeron shuddered and shook his head to clear the snow from his silver-gold shawl.

"You should wear more clothes, your highness."

Cregan stood upright, a broad sword slung over his left shoulder.

“We’re almost at the Great Wall. It’s so exciting.”

Baelon smiled and glanced at the huge sword.

The family sword of House Stark - Ice.

His hand reached to his waist, and he grasped the dragon claw sword given by his father. The dragon bone hilt exuded a hint of warmth.

"Winter is coming, and that's not cause for celebration."

Cregan frowned deeply, hiding an unspeakable worry.

"Winter, you mean the things outside the Wall?"

Baeron was very insightful and thought of the prophecy instantly.

"You're right." Kraken's eyes flashed with sharpness, and he murmured, "It's just a little snow in late summer. The real winter will be heartbreaking."

"You brought me to the Great Wall. We will face this together."

Baeron behaved like a crown prince and did not limit his vision because of his young age.

"You are kind, just like your Father."

Cregan smiled slightly, and said in a rare teasing, "At least you didn't threaten me with a dragon, like my ancestor Torrhen Stark faced with the black god."

"I thought you wouldn't like talking about this history."

Baerlon couldn't help but smile.

The surrendered King Torrhen Stark is a figure engraved on the pillar of shame in history.

"That's not shameful. Our ancestors brought the men back to the North safely."

Cregan had a unique perspective on things and caught a glimpse of a corner from high in the sky out of the corner of his eye.

"Roar——"

The huge old dragon, as big as a mountain, lay in the snow outside the Black Castle, sweeping away the snow with its broad wings and shaking its head in protest.

It’s colder than Winterfell, and the Wall behind us exudes an aura of forbidden magic.

"A giant dragon."

Cregan muttered, a burning light in his eyes.

Bang!

The capstan ladder shook violently, and the top hit the top of the tower where the wooden boards overlapped.

"Watch your step."

Cregan came to his senses, pushed open the stairwell door and stepped onto the Great Wall.

On both sides, there are parapets that are higher than the head, and frost covers every inch of the stone slabs, barely blocking the cold wind from the north and south.

The northerners in fur coats stood in front of the stairwell, awaiting the arrival of the Duke and the Crown Prince.

puff-

Baelon jumped onto the solid frozen ground, and the torches on both sides of the wall swayed back and forth.

"It's so cold."

"This is just the tip of the iceberg. You have to learn to accept it."

Cregan was like a kind teacher, holding the Crown Prince's hand and walking inside.

He was in his twenties and had a wife.

After experiencing many hardships, I have become more open-minded.

The ten-year-old crown prince was like his own child before him.

"My lord, please come this way."

A weathered night watchman came over and led the two to the watchtower. Cregan nodded and said, "I'll take you to see the scenery outside the Great Wall so you can tell your father about it when you go back."

"I'd rather go pee."

Bellon's face turned red from the cold, it was a silly joke.

My little bird has shrunk a little bit, and I have a strong feeling of distension in my lower abdomen.

I don’t know how the night watchmen who are stationed there all year round managed to survive.

No wonder the vow included not to marry or have children.

It's so cold, no one is in the mood.

When you arrive at the observation deck, you will find that it is actually a wooden structure protruding from the wall.

"That's the Haunted Forest, the territory of the wild men."

Creggen pointed with his big hand, and a gray primeval forest grew in the snow-covered wilderness.

Baeron glanced around, his eyes falling on the arrows stuck in the wall and the bloodstains on the snow below.

The longest arrow is two meters long, comparable to the fine steel spear equipped with the scorpion crossbow.

Blood flowers were scattered on the snow, covering the frozen limbs and broken bodies.

"Those are all traces left by the savages."

Cregan's face was heavy as he whispered, "They also sensed the coming of winter and tried every possible means to cross the Wall."

"Why don't you let them in?"

Baerlon wondered.

Both of them knew who the real enemy was outside the Great Wall.

The wildlings were just the unlucky people who lived on the other side of the Great Wall when it was being built.

Tracing back to the bloodline, we and the people of the North are all descendants of the ancestors.

"I can't determine how threatening they are."

Creggan was not angry, and calmly said: "Besides, the people in the North don't have enough food or clothes to eat, so they can't provide for outsiders."

The sons of nobles must volunteer to become night watchmen to save food for their families.

The barbarians do not engage in production, and it would be a disaster if we rashly abandon the Great Wall.

Baerlon was speechless and pursed his lips secretly.

The kingdom is not strong enough, so the people are living a precarious life.

If possible, he hopes more people can have enough food to eat.

woo-

Cregan bent down and was about to say something to persuade him.

A solemn horn sounded, slowly echoing from the ghost forest outside the Great Wall.

Salsasa...

The dense footsteps trampled the snow mercilessly, and the whole forest shook slightly.

Baerlon's eyes widened, and a bad premonition arose.

Gradually, savages wrapped in animal skins came out in groups, their teams exuding an indifference of facing death head-on.

At the front, a giant beast several meters tall with long tufts of hair covering its body was walking slowly.

"Mammoth."

Baeron whispered softly, a ferocious elephant reflected in his eyes.

There were two mammoths, with ropes tied around their thick waists, dragging a solid and thick tree trunk.

Two giants, seven or eight meters tall, covered in tattered animal skins and with hideous and ugly faces, pulled the reins.

On the giant's back was a longbow with arrows exactly the same as the ones on the wall.

"Roar——"

Suddenly, a heavy dragon roar came from behind, temporarily drowning out the loud horn.

Ulagas soared into the air, circling slowly around the Great Wall of Despair, its amber vertical pupils filled with vigilance.

Baelon and Cregan joined hands, turned their backs to the old dragon, and faced the cold wind and snow.

……

The Great Dothraki Grass Sea.

In the afternoon, a shoddy tent.

"My brother is the smartest guy, but also the dumbest idiot."

Aemon's eyes were filled with memories, and a hint of color returned to his skinny cheeks.

Even his voice was still hoarse, as if his throat was blocked.

"What is he like?"

Leah sat on a woolen felt, holding a plate of cooked horse meat cuts.

"He!"

Yimon lowered his head silently and forced a smile: "Better than me, I'm not as good as him."

"No!" Leah's eyes widened, holding a small dagger and retorting: "You are a prince, he is also a prince, you are a real dragon, he is also a real dragon, how can he be stronger than you."

"That's different."

Aemon pushed away the sharp edge in front of him, picked up a piece of horse meat and put it in his mouth to chew.

The bite on his cheek was so painful, but the flesh didn't rot.

Aemon gritted his teeth, forcing himself to get used to it.

Thanks to the fact that both my parents are connoisseurs of gourmet food, I have developed a picky palate since I was young.

Life among the Dothraki was to him like brown soup for an orphan in a flea kennel.

"Are you sad?"

Leah moved closer and stared into the other's purple eyes.

"No." Aemon said hypocritically.

Leah tilted her head and asked thoughtfully, "You have a dragon, what does it look like?"

“Big, great guy.”

Yimon felt as if there was something stuck in his throat and his expression became complicated.

"It's dead?"

Leah was very smart and could see the clues at a glance.

Otherwise, the dragon should have found its master long ago.

Aemon's face darkened, he grabbed the dagger and cut the horse meat hard.

"Don't be sad. I'll give you a pony in two days."

Leah didn't want the other person to be sad, so she said like offering a treasure: "Then you can ride a horse with me, and you don't have to walk with slaves."

Eamon: ...

I don't want to talk. My mind is full of little things about that liar.

The unknown wild dragon seen that night never appeared again.

I regained the desire to live, but I couldn't find the goal of self-improvement.

"Woof woof~~"

He heard a crisp cry next to his ear. It was Leia lying beside him, nudging him in a flattering manner.

Eamon leaned back, his face red as an apple: "What are you doing?"

"Isn't your dragon dead?"

Leah looked expectant and took the initiative to say, "From now on I will be your dragon and take you to play on the Great Grass Sea."

Aemon heard this and couldn't help but laugh and cry: "That's not how a dragon calls itself."

That's a puppy barking.

"What does the dragon call?"

Leah plopped down beside him, her enthusiasm undiminished.

His big eyes kept looking at Imon's fair face, and the more he looked at it, the more handsome it was.

Short silver-gold hair and purple eyes, just like the moon and stars in the sky.

I sniffed and the stinky smell disappeared, replaced by the smell of sheep and grass.

"A dragon is a dragon, and you can't imitate it."

Eamon moved to the side, and the other man followed suit.

In the end, there was no choice but to focus on the horse meat.

Leia stared at it for a while, then took back the small dagger and continued cutting, cutting the horse meat into small pieces.

Outside the tent, there is an open-air stable.

Kas Kao had a blank expression on his face. He stroked his warhorse and winked at the blood guards.

"Yes."

The scarred Blood Guard nodded slightly, drew his scimitar and ran straight to the tent.

A pair of sharp eyes flashed with complex dark light.

(End of this chapter)