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

Chapter 667 Awakening the Rage of Bronze

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The sword with rippled patterns began to ripple slightly.

The silver-gray sword blade, which had been blackened by the dragon flame of the Black Death, Balerion, became even darker.

Rega exclaimed, noticing the inconspicuous change.

"I'm fine." The ugly giant muttered, touching the burn on his face: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Giant, call your people."

The Son of the Forest approached cautiously, looking at the giants digging the tunnel with his green eyes.

There are seven in total, including this one in front of you, eight.

They are not as prosperous as the giants in ancient times, but they are still a powerful force that cannot be ignored today.

"Call them?"

The ugly giant was slow to react, looking at the silver-haired human in front of him.

Fear filled my heart and anger appeared in my eyes.

Damn human, killed his two companions.

"Hmm?" Rhaegar glanced up and saw Blackfire igniting flames.

Before the ugly giant could retreat, a sharp dragon roar echoed outside.

"Hiss!"

The giant object fell to the ground with a loud thud, casting a shadow over the entrance to the underground passage.

The dragon stench mixed with the smell of sheep rushed into the nostrils, and the brown mud-colored rugged scales blocked the entrance.

"Be quiet, sheep thief."

A cold voice sounded, and the temperature in the air suddenly rose.

An ugly mud dragon was crawling on the ground, its shriveled head tilted to the side, its sunken vertical pupils filled with malice.

His nostrils flared and a muffled groan came out from deep in his throat.

Rhaegar glanced back, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He turned his head and stared at the ugly giant, shaking the black fire in his hand.

The meaning is clear.

Life or Dragon Flame?
The ugly giant's body was stiff, his eyes staring at the ugly dragon at the entrance, and his thick lips trembled constantly.

No matter how tall a giant is, he is still the size of a young dragon.

A mouth that can chew wood is no match for a dragon's kiss that can breathe fire.

"The giants will not surrender."

The ugly giant mustered up his courage and guarded his dignity tremblingly.

Rhaegar's eyes turned slightly cold and he raised his left hand high.

The sheep thief's pupils shrank, his nose that was sniffing the scent stopped, and he opened his mouth full of fangs covered in sticky saliva.

The ugly giant was startled and got up from the ground to look for his tribesmen.

One giant slapped him, and all hid behind the children of the forest.

A giant will never surrender, but can listen to his allies.

Be brave, but not stupid!

Seeing this, Rhaegar laughed and sheathed the Blackfire sword.

He admires these big fools who know how to deal with things.

Especially a group of savage and ferocious tall giants.

Not long after.

When eight giants dragged a giant with a broken leg out of the underground passage, the Night's Watch in the Black Castle was in an uproar.

They drew their weapons one after another, ready to fight the giant to the death.

The atmosphere of despair disappeared until the young king and the duke walked out.

"Hiss-"

A giant black dragon circled outside the Great Wall, spewing dark green dragon flames, killing large groups of savages.

Rhaegar suddenly turned around, indescribably surprised.

It is an implicit knowledge in history that a dragon will not cross the Great Wall.

My great-grandfather, the King of Centenary, and Queen Alysanne, visited the Great Wall.

Alysanne's dragon Silverwing refused to cross the Wall, and her riders failed several times in their attempts.

In contrast, there is no record of refusing in Vermisol.

According to the story told by his father Viserys about the Old King helping the Night's Watch fight against the invasion of wildlings, it is very likely that Wormithor fought across the Wall.

When Rhaegar arrived at the Wall riding the Glutton, he could clearly feel the resistance of the dragon under him.

The Gluttons are unwilling to cross the Great Wall, as if they are afraid of some creatures on the other side of the Wall.

In an emergency, Rhaegar did not force it.

The dragon dealt with the wildlings outside the Great Wall, and he blocked the invaded underground passage.

"The Glutton flew over the Wall himself."

Rhaegar murmured softly, feeling touched.

"drive!"

Loud shouts rang out from behind the Black Castle, and the dense sound of horse hooves fell like drumbeats.

Rodrick Dustin led a Winter Wolf Army of 2,000 men and rushed to the Great Wall overnight.

Behind the Winter Wolf Army, there are the Trout Banner of Riverrun, the Long Bridge Banner of Luanhe City, and the Golden Apple Tree Banner of the Rowan Family...

More than a dozen flags stood tall, each leading a cavalry team galloping.

"It's time to counterattack!"

Roderick had a loud voice and rushed to the front waving the flag.

Rhaegar thought about it and called to Aemond who was riding on the dragon: "Stop the army. I will open the city gate."

After saying that, he quickly ran into the capstan ladder.

The night watchman was very considerate and worked hard to turn the capstan to carry the king to the Great Wall.

"Get out of the way, let Nunu do it."

The ugly giant pushed the night watchman into the snowdrift and turned the winch with one hand as if it were a game.

Soon, Rhaegar saw the scene outside the Wall.

Dark green dragon flames filled the wilderness, and the sound of wailing continued in the ears.

The pitch-black dragon went crazy and turned the battlefield into a horrific purgatory.

Sensing the driver's gaze, Dark Distance regained some sanity, and glanced towards the top of the city with his pale green vertical pupils.

Rhaegar jumped directly down from the watchtower despite old Benjiko's obstruction.

"Hiss-"

The Great Wall was eight hundred feet high, and halfway down it fell onto the black dragon's wings.

"Break open the gates, glutton!"

Rhaegar climbed back into the saddle and pulled on the reins to control the dragon.

Both the winter and the Wall are affecting the dragon's sanity.

Even a glutton as cunning as him needs the guidance of a controller.

The Glutton folded his wings and stomped the ground with his hind legs.

"Hiss-"

With a roar as loud as thunder, the thick dragon tail stuck out straight.

Breaking through the piles of rubble and stirring up the melting snow from the frost, a beam of light illuminates the underground passage again.

"Rush!!"

Rodrick's roar was heard immediately, and he rode ahead on his yellow-maned warhorse.

The next moment, thousands of cavalrymen filed out.

The barbarian army had a total of 100,000 soldiers, but a mad dragon slaughtered 30% of the army, and the rest fled in all directions.

The allied forces of the kingdoms rode in pursuit, launching another round of bloody slaughter.

boom--

The Glutton slowly landed on the Great Wall, his strong chest heaving violently, and strands of saliva oozing out of his ferocious dragon mouth.

Rhaegar sat upright on the dragon's back, looking down at the battlefield below.

Suddenly, the man and the dragon looked up at the same time.

Further north of the Haunted Forest lies the land of eternal winter covered in snow.

It seemed as if a cold wind was quietly blowing, about to sweep across the entire northern border.

……

Old town, towering tower.

The towering white tower is like a sharp sword, except that the spire is incomplete and covered with endless charred black.

Inside the tower, on the upper floors, a violent argument continued, with male and female voices clashing with each other.

"The merchants of Quarth are vile bastards. The king gave us the hint to kill them!"

"No, the Thirteen Giants are as wealthy as a country. We cannot offend them rashly."

"The enemy has reached our doorstep, Lionel Hightower!"

Samantha Tully was agitated and yelled at her young husband.

Leonor had a childish face and was timid and hesitant to speak.

He was only sixteen years old and not yet a qualified noble lord.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door and the servant's voice was urgent.

"My lord, Earl Alan had a conflict with one of the Thirteen Great Men, and the two sides started fighting."

Samantha was horrified and asked quickly, "Which Earl Alan?"

Old man Lin Man of the Bisbury family has abdicated and the title of Earl of Beehive City has been inherited by his grandson Alan Bisbury.

"It's your brother, Lord Tully."

The servant's answer was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Leonor, send out the troops."

Samantha was extremely anxious and gnashed her teeth as she said, "The merchants of Quarles are bullying us, and you are not going to call together your vassals?"

When Leonor heard about the fight between his brother-in-law and the Thirteen Giants of Quills, he was immediately at a loss.

After a long while, the honor of Old Town Haitar surged into his heart, and a sense of ruthlessness emerged out of nowhere.

Leonor clenched his fists and his face turned red with anger.

Soon, a cluster of green flames ignited on the top of the towering tower.

……

Harrenhal, The Isle of Faces.

"Roar——"

An old moss-green dragon lay crouched on the beach, flapping its wings and roaring melodiously.

The huge body was half-curled in the dense bushes, and he dozed comfortably with his eyes closed.

At the same time, deep in the dragon's nest.

The dark dragon stone poured into the mountain, and cold winds howled in caves of all sizes.

stomping on...

Light footsteps stepped on the rough ground, and the flickering torches illuminated the deep cave.

"Breathe fire and ride on wings."

"Two heads stand side by side, singing to the three."

A soft humming sounded, and Belron's face appeared in the firelight.

"By my voice, the words of fire."

"Blood magic, the sacrifice has been paid."

The High Valyrian ballad that awakened the dragon echoed melodiously, and Baelon's expression gradually became tense.

Boom——

The moment the singing stopped, a huge outline swayed in the depths of the cave.

Baeron took cautious steps, his eyes fixed on the shadows.

You have to be careful, it's an angry beast.

next second.

"Hiss!!"

A bronze dragon head suddenly emerged from the ground, and a column of golden fire poured out of its bloody mouth. Its scales glowed metallically under the firelight.

It was grandfather Viserys's dragon, Vermithor the Bronze Fury.

"Roar~~"

Womisoel's pupils were icy cold, and he opened his dragon's mouth grimly and approached the tiny silver-haired boy.

If you disturb its slumber, you will be punished.

"Quiet, Vermithor!"

With a loud shout, Baeron pulled out the dragon taming whip from behind his waist.

Womisol's pupils suddenly shrank, and the ferocious dragon head with horns drooped slightly, staring at the silver-haired boy and the black whip repeatedly.

After a while, the golden dragon flame accumulated deep in the throat dissipated.

A pair of broad brown wings rested on the dragon stone platform of the cave, revealing half of the dragon's body as strong as a mountain.

Without the driver, it has no desire to wake up and move.

The temperature in the air is getting lower and lower, and only by staying deep in the dragon's nest can one be unaffected.

"Womithor, I need your help."

Baeron looked up, his chest rising and falling slightly.

When my great uncle Daemon rode the bloodworms away from King's Landing, there was no dragon in the dragon pit.

The entire capital fell into an unprecedented period of weakness.

My grandfather is in poor health, and the tamed dragon is sleeping in the dragon's nest.

It would be better to leave it to him and let him rule King's Landing together with Ulagas.

"Roar~~"

A hint of darkness flashed across Womisol's vertical pupils. He understood the silver-haired boy's request, but did not want to help easily.

It only cares about the truly strong, not the power-hungry worms.

"Follow me, now!"

Baeron's face darkened and his dragon-taming whip slapped against the stone wall.

"Hiss!"

Womisol was immediately furious, and thrust his dragon head forward, knocking the silver-haired boy to the ground.

If it weren't for the strong blood relationship, I would have swallowed this little thing in one gulp.

"Womithor, do you think I'm a coward!?"

Baeron struggled to get up, his eyes gloomy.

A flash of green fire flashed in the depths of his purple eyes, revealing his Dragonborn state for the second time.

Three green scales appeared on the forehead, and the two fangs in the mouth gradually became sharper.

"Roar!?"

Womisol hesitated, his broad nostrils twitching slightly.

Crack!

The dragon-taming whip suddenly stretched out and lashed the neck of the bronze beast.

Immediately, it coiled around the thick neck like a black snake.

"I need your strength to serve the family!"

Baeron acted solemnly, with green flames burning on his palms.

puff-

Unable to withstand the restraint of the dragon taming whip, Womisol staggered and crashed his dragon head onto the platform, with large pieces of dragon stone shattered into pieces from the horn crown on his lower jaw.

Belron seized the opportunity and climbed onto the dragon's back along its brown wings.

"Hiss!!"

In an instant, golden dragon flames gushed out like pillars and abysses, washing the depths of the cave like magma.

Accompanied by loud rumbling sounds, the entire dragon's nest shook violently.

“Roar?”

Outside, Ulagas looked up in confusion, gazing at the towering strange dragon's nest.

boom--

A huge monster covered with bronze scales and with horns covered with thorns rushed out of the cave, flapping its brown dragon wings and soaring into the sky above the Divine Eye Lake.

"Dragon Flame, Wormithor!"

A familiar voice gave orders, coming from the back of the bronze dragon.

"Hiss!!"

Womisol's roar shook the sky, and a breath of dragon flame shot up into the sky, and the aftermath dispersed the heavy clouds.

"Haha, let's go back to King's Landing."

Baelon rode on a bronze saddle, waving his dragon whip and laughing loudly.

With his pupils erect and fierce, Wormithor looked back at Harrenhal, then slowly flew over the vast God's Eye Lake.

"Roar——"

Ulagas let out a long roar, took off into the air while running on the beach, and soared into the sky chasing after a man and a dragon.

(End of this chapter)