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

Chapter 659 Dragon Egg! Dragon Egg!
As night falls, everything becomes silent.

The Great Wall of Despair.

Heavy snow covered the top of the city wall, and the cold wind blew away the campfire, shrouding the night watchmen in the cold night.

"Everyone keep warm and don't let the flame go out."

Carrying his clan sword, Ice, Cregan patrolled battlements one after another in the wind and snow.

Fearing the freezing weather, the night watchman fell asleep from cold and hunger.

Then you will never wake up.

"Sir, our food reserves are running low."

A tall, middle-aged man with black hair and gray hair came leading the team, and his aura was much more powerful than others.

Cregan looked back and said soothingly, "Commander Benjiko, wait a moment."

The Crown Prince has already returned south along the same route, and support from the royal family will arrive soon.

"My Lord, perhaps you are calling on your vassal to lend a hand once again."

Benjicole Blackwood's face was heavy, and there was no room for negotiation.

The wildling army is watching covetously, and there are unknown dark forces outside the Great Wall.

If the North cannot unite, how can the people in the South do their best?

Hearing this, Cregan fell into deep thought, hesitating for a moment.

The commander of the Night's Watch in front of him is the previous Earl of Raventree, the father of the previous Earl Samwell, and the grandfather of the current Earl "The Boy" Benji Cole.

He took advantage of the Bracken Rebellion to fish in troubled waters and block the feudal lords' way to quell the rebellion.

After the destruction of the Bracken family, the "old man" Earl Benjicoe pleaded guilty and accepted the punishment. He put on a black robe and went to the Wall to keep watch.

With his rich experience and strong means, he was succeeded by the previous commander of the Night's Watch after his death.

Because he is almost sixty years old, he is called the "Old Man of the Black Castle".

"My Lord, please prepare as soon as possible."

Old Benji Ko sighed, pulled the black jacket on his shoulders and prepared to leave.

woo-

The rough sound of the horn rang out, breaking the silence of the night.

Clusters of flames ignited in the ghost forest, turning into a dense mass of fire points approaching the Great Wall.

dong dong! !
The bells of the night watch rang immediately, and the scouts shouted: "The wildlings are coming, hurry!"

Amidst the chaos, bonfires three times as large as usual were lit on the Great Wall.

"I will go down to the Wall to command Castle Black. I will leave it to you on the top of the city."

Creggan's face changed and he hurried down the Wall.

The only breakthrough in the Great Wall is through the tunnel gate guarded by Castle Black.

the other side.

Outside the Great Wall, flames spread across the wasteland.

"Hoo! I'll go first!"

The eight-meter-tall strong giant beat his chest and roared, then took a few meters in one step and charged forward.

Under the dense rain of arrows, he rushed to the outermost steel fence of the tunnel gate.

Bang! Bang!
He banged his shoulders hard a few times, shaking off large chunks of ice and snow, but the iron fence didn't move at all.

"Bring Da Mao here!"

The strong giant had a ferocious face and called out to another equally ugly fellow.

The ugly giant's face was almost frozen, and he couldn't make any unnecessary expressions.

Two big hands each held a woolly mammoth and rushed forward, dragging a thick tree trunk.

The savage army in the rear was greatly encouraged and charged like a tide, following the giants and mammoths.

To survive, to stay alive.

They must cross the Great Wall and take back the fertile land lost by their ancestors.

……

The next day, Winterfell.

It was a beautiful, bright sunny day.

"Roar——"

Uragas was lying on the edge of the lake in the sacred forest, gnawing listlessly at the roasted goat.

Even on rare good days, it's still cold for dragons.

The ground was covered with a foot of snow that could not be melted even by the scorching sun.

Inside the castle, hall.

Baerlon got up early and went to the dining table to eat.

Toasted bread, fried eggs and pork sausage.

If you choke, take a sip of hot tea mixed with goat milk, then force yourself to swallow it by tapping your chest.

“It tastes pretty good.”

Baeron complimented.

This is much better than the food on the Great Wall.

"Hiss! Hiss!"

There were gusts of cold wind blowing outside the window, mixed with the agitated roar of the young dragon.

Baelon walked to the boarded-up window and caught a glimpse of Moondancer flying around Winterfell.

The light green body looks like a fluttering butterfly, but it chirps harshly in the sun and flies around aimlessly.

"Yuewu is still not used to the environment."

Baeron looked heavy-hearted, worried about the real winter.

If the young dragon cannot participate in the war, the family's strength will be greatly weakened.

There were hurried footsteps.

Benila wrapped herself up into a ball, her face excited: "Belron, come with me."

"What happened?"

Baeron looked him up and down, wondering why he was steaming after running.

Targaryens rarely caught colds, and Baela had recovered as normal.

"Don't waste time. I promise to give you a surprise."

Benilla smiled sincerely and led the way with cheerful steps.

Belron followed with confusion in his eyes.

Make your way out of the castle and into the crypts adjacent to the godswood.

tick tock...

The tomb was built underground, with dim light and water dripping down the walls.

Click!

Baerlon lit a torch and was surprised to find that "the crypt is very warm."

It was a stark difference from the temperature outside, like walking into a greenhouse with a roaring fireplace during a heavy snowfall.

"I heard from the old ladies in Winterfell that there are hot springs under the crypts."

Benilla looked excited and kept talking: "It is said that there is an active volcano under Winterfell, so the temperature of the tomb is very high."

The Stark ancestors who built Winterfell saw its unique geographical advantages.

"Not too possible."

Belron did not believe the rumors and said with a smile: "The hot spring is real, but it can't be an active volcano." The hairs on his arms stood up slightly, and he sensed that the fire element in the air was relatively abundant.

There may be underground mineral veins, but they are far from being volcanic.

Benilla smiled but said nothing, her mind not on this.

Walking into an open tomb, the stench of sulfur hits your nose in the warm environment.

Baeron covered his nose and looked in the direction of the stench.

A pile of black dragon dung was piled up in the corner of the wall. The surface was shiny and moist, and it was shaped like an oval stone ball.

Click!

Benilla used a stone to smash the dragon dung shell, and a jade dragon egg was revealed after a crisp sound.

"Look, Moon Dancer has laid eggs."

He waved his hand vigorously and continued digging manure with great interest.

One is brass and the other is gray-black.

There are three steaming dragon eggs, stored in smelly dragon dung.

Benila smiled brightly: "There are three dragon eggs in total. This shows how rich our family is."

No wonder Yuewu has been so restless lately that she even secretly went to the tomb to lay eggs.

"Let's hurry up. The dragon eggs can't stay in the North."

Baelon picked up the jade dragon egg and said seriously: "Back in King's Landing, these dragon eggs will be part of the family's heritage."

Lord Creggan is not at Winterfell.

The northerners were rude and hostile to the southerners.

Coupled with the cold climate, the chances of dragon eggs surviving are too low.

"Okay, I'm packing."

Benila didn't mind the dirtiness, she held up the remaining two dragon eggs and said happily, "Moon Dance just laid eggs, but they can also fly to the vicinity of White Harbor."

……

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

King's Landing, Dragon's Lair.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

The dragons roared anxiously, the walls were covered with scratches and charred, and the chains rattled.

Boom——

A huge monster as black as coal drilled into the dragon's lair, and the roars that had been coming one after another subsided a little.

Rhaegar was exhausted from the journey and asked in confusion: "What's going on?"

"Hiss!"

The light gray dragon climbed onto the chain bridge, its slender tail swinging back and forth, and flapped its wings as it flew towards Blackwater Bay.

Together with it, there is a young dragon with black scales all over its body and scarlet dorsal fin and wing membranes.

Rhaegar did not stop him and jumped off the dragon's back.

As early as the morning, the ownerless dragon, Silver Wing, was seen flying across Blackwater Bay and returning alone to the smoking cave of Dragon Mountain.

"Thank the gods, your majesty, you have returned safely."

Menas, the maester of the Dragon Cave, limped over, his already sallow face looking even paler.

Not only was one leg lame, the other was also wrapped in bandages.

"His Majesty."

The old dragon keeper was accompanied by several of his comrades, each of whom had some unscabbed wounds on their bodies.

Rhaegar looked around and asked in surprise: "Is there a riot in the dragon cave?"

He's only been away for over a month, how did it end up like this?

The dragon keeper has taken care of the dragon for many years and shouldn't have let it end up in such a miserable state.

Menas complained pitifully, "The dragons have been like this lately. Feeding the dragons and cleaning their excrement will result in attacks."

Either the dragon's wings hit you, or the dragon's tail swept you like a whip.

It will hurt if you touch it, and it will be fatal if you hit the porcelain hard.

Rhaegar frowned and looked at the old dragon keeper with a sad face.

This is an elder among the dragon keepers, and he has worked in the dragon's lair for decades.

“The temperature dropped sharply and frosty nights formed.”

The old dragon keeper had a vicissitudes of life in his eyes, and he murmured in High Valyrian: "Dragons are the last sacred magic of ancient Valyria. They sensed the danger and migrated to a habitable place in advance."

Just like the three ownerless dragons, Silverwing, Grayshadow and Iragas, they all ran back to Dragonstone to live.

When he mentioned this, Rhaegar was silent and stunned.

Although I hadn't noticed it on the dragon's back, the weather in King's Landing was noticeably colder.

It was only August, and the sun was shining brightly.

In the royal territory that enters Blackwater Bay through the throat, the temperature is very different from that in July, and it seems to have entered autumn early.

"Hiss!!"

Suddenly, a strange dragon roar echoed from the depths of the dragon's cave, accompanied by the roar of a giant creature hitting the ground.

When Rhaegar turned around, he saw Aemond, covered in a mess, climbing out of a dragon pit.

"elder brother?"

"Eamond?"

Imond's one-eyed face was surprised, and his already bad complexion became even darker.

Rhaegar tilted his head and saw that he was holding something in his hand.

Round, rough, and brown in color...

The shell is covered with thorny barbs, just like a smelly, hard, rotten stone in a pit.

"Dragon eggs." Rhaegar's eyes widened in surprise. "A sheep thief?"

This ugly color combination that is low-key yet vulgar only has that unruly mud dragon.

"Yes." Imond's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he found it difficult to speak.

He always thought that the sheep thief was a male dragon.

I never expected that I would secretly give him a big shit.

When the dragon herder dug it open, he actually found a brown dragon egg hidden inside.

There was only one, but it was the same color as the sheep thief.

It's short and concise.

"Wow~"

Rhaegar blinked and tilted his head, "When you have a child, there will be no need for the royal family to lay dragon eggs."

He also didn't expect that the sheep thief would lay eggs.

An ugly wild dragon actually has a second life.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief slowly climbed out of the dragon pit, his bright vertical pupils widened and his pointed tail swung back and forth.

Where are the eggs?

I have smelled the scent of the dragon-eating species, but I hope you won't fall into its clutches.

(End of this chapter)