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

Chapter 690 Red Dragon and Ice Dragon

"How could this be?"

Collis was blown by the wind and couldn't stand steadily. He stared at the pale dragon.

The appearance was all too familiar.

But its vertical pupils turned ice blue, and its scales were as pale as snow. Not only was one of its dragon horns broken, but its wing membranes were also damaged to varying degrees.

Like a seriously wounded dragon that had gone through a great battle.

"Hiss!"

The pale dragon raised its head and let out a long roar, its dragon snout split apart in an abnormal way, revealing its broken jaw.

The Night King holds his head high and flies proudly on his dragon.

Fly towards the unreachable Great Wall and raise the ice crystal spear in your hand.

boom!
A silent cry suddenly echoed, and the army of zombies immediately responded with a roar.

The pale dragon swooped down, frost-white dragon flame accumulating deep in its throat.

Seeing this scene, the night watchmen were stunned and almost scared to death.

Everyone realized a key point.

The White Walkers who couldn't cross the Wall now have the power to fly over it.

"We have to stop it, Melias."

With a determined look in her eyes, Rhaenys quickly climbed onto the dragon's back.

Melias was already ready, waiting for the driver to fasten the saddle buckle, flap his wings and take off into the air.

"Dragon Flame!"

Rhaenys glanced back at her husband and gave orders decisively.

"Hiss!!"

Melias rushed towards the pale dragon as fast as lightning, spewing out red dragon flames that covered the sky.

Collis stood on the top of the city wall, watching in shock as his wife rode the dragon into battle.

Before the other party climbed onto the dragon's back, he told him his idea.

"Don't retreat even a step, Collis."

Those were his wife's exact words, vowing to keep the White Walkers out.

Collis's face was numb, and his heart was filled with agitated emotions. He turned around and shouted, "All troops, prepare for battle, quick!"

“Draw your weapons!!”

Alyn emerged from behind the parapet, shouting as he drew out his dragonglass spear.

In an instant, the same cry spread throughout the East Sea Fortress.

Both the Night's Watch and the sailors of House Velaryon took out their longbows and dragonglass arrows, and lit a bonfire on the top of the city.

Today is the decisive battle between humans and the White Walkers.

No one can stay out of it.

"Hiss!!"

Melias rushed into the air and took the lead in attacking by spewing dragon flames.

The pale dragon blinked its ice-blue vertical pupils, and faced the challenge head-on, spitting out frost-white dragon flames at absolute zero degrees.

Zila Zila...

The red and white collided, creating a violent mist.

The temperature of the red dragon flame is enough to melt steel, and it has the scorching characteristics of a dragon.

The frosty white dragon flame was more like condensed frost, colder than thousand-year-old ice, and could resist the burning of the dragon flame.

boom!
Both sides stopped their dragon flames, and thick fog instantly erupted, covering the sky.

The fog is half cold and half hot, and it quickly settles and sinks in cold weather, like a large piece of thick ice.

"Hiss!"

A pale dragon flew out of the thick fog, moving its head to shake off the frost that was clinging to it.

The Night King looked down, searching for a difficult enemy.

At this moment, the thick fog below began to surge and churn.

"Hiss!!"

The next second, a sharp dragon roar full of energy resounded through the sky, and scarlet dragon flame flashed from behind and bit.

Before the pale dragon could react, its left wing was attacked.

He took a big gulp and bit his shoulder blade with his fangs.

"Hiss!"

The pale dragon screamed in panic, flapping its wings wildly, and turned its head to see the scarlet dragon with ferocious vertical pupils.

The Night King was slightly surprised and almost stood up from the dragon's back.

"Attack, Melias."

Rhaenys spoke solemnly, completely ignoring her violently shaking body.

Click!

A crisp bone-cracking sound was heard, and the bones under the dragon's kiss were completely broken.

The pale dragon struggled hard, shaking its head to get closer to the scarlet dragon's neck, and with all its strength it only bit off a copper-foil chamfer.

As the fastest dragon in the entire Westeros continent, Melias has a streamlined body that is absolutely conducive to flying.

The dragon head is connected to the neck, covered with dense and ferocious horn crowns, which serves to block wind resistance and enhance defense.

“Hiss!”

The pale dragon spat out hard chamfers, and dragon flames accumulated deep in its throat.

Melias stared intently with his pupils erect, and as soon as the opponent made a move, he immediately gave up the useless fight.

boom!
The frosty white dragon flame sprayed into nothingness, and the scarlet dragon shadow had already dodged.

The Night King's ice-blue eyes flashed with doubt, and he stood up and searched around.

"Hiss!!"

A sharp dragon roar was heard again from the upper right side of the blind spot.

"Dragon Flame, Melias!"

Rhaenys's hair, a mixture of silver, gold and black, fluttered in the wind, and her eyes, with wrinkles on their tails, revealed murderous intent.

boom! !

Melias dived down from the sky like a red lightning that punished evil, carrying a fire as hot as a meteor.

The pale dragon was unable to dodge and was attacked during the transfer.

The Night King looked up and raised his hands to shield his eyes.

The exploding dragon flame spread, engulfing a ghost and a dragon in an instant.

Melias glanced back, then nimbly dodged away and soared above the army of zombies.

On the battlefield below, countless zombies have begun to attack the city.

"Don't waste arrows, use kerosene!"

Collis personally joined the battle, pushing away the sailors who were shooting arrows at random and trying hard to push the oil barrels.

boom! boom!
A series of wooden barrels fell from the top of the city wall and exploded in flames when they hit the ground.

Kerosene had a high spattering property and a sea of ​​fire spread out at the base of the city wall.

Rhaenys panted and swallowed, "Dragon flame, Melias."

High-intensity dragon-riding fights are extremely energy-consuming.

Thanks to the extraordinary speed of the giant dragon under his crotch, the smaller and more stiff-moving corpse dragon was crushed in all directions.

Melias swooped down upon hearing the sound, hovering over the battlefield, spewing out mouthfuls of dragon flame.

In just a dozen seconds, red flames cut through the battlefield, blocking the army of zombies like a wall of fire.

Rhaenys took a few deep breaths, leaving black stains on her fair skin and making her mouth feel dry.

Suddenly, a chill ran through my whole body.

Rhaenys perked up and turned her head sensitively.

"Hiss!"

The black smoke in the sky dissipated, and the pale dragon flew out in a panic, spewing dragon flames at the leisurely flying scarlet dragon.

The pale scales were burned black, and the wing membranes were covered with holes of varying sizes.

The strange thing is that it can still fly.

The broken shoulder blade was covered with a layer of frost, the half-collapsed jaw had lost its vitality, and a hideous crack appeared at the corner of the eye.

That face looked like a demon crawling out of hell.

Rhaenys' eyes widened. She never expected that the pale dragon still had the strength to fight.

It wasn't until he saw the pale figure on the dragon's back that a hint of fear flashed across his pupils.

The Night King's armor was blackened, but his body was intact.

Ice-blue eyes met her gaze, and he silently raised an ice crystal spear.

Rhaenys was horrified and shouted, "Get out of the way, Melias."

boom!
Frost dragon flames descended from the sky, attacking fiercely.

The scarlet dragon shadow was faster, speeding up before the battle to bypass the range of the dragon flame.

Rhaenys breathed a sigh of relief, but still stared at the sky.

She began to face the enemy, and her unknown means were surprising.

call out!
The frost-white dragon flame blocked the view, and an ice crystal spear penetrated through.

The speed was so fast that it was approaching the head of the scarlet dragon shadow.

Rhaenys was startled and wanted to give an order but it was too late.

At the critical moment, the pupils of the man and the dragon trembled, and an inexplicable connection echoed closely.

"Hiss!!"

Melias's vertical pupils flashed with brilliance, and his body flipped in a tricky posture, dodging to the left.

Pfft!

As soon as he moved, the ice crystal spear brushed past his neck and went straight through the scarlet wing membrane.

Melias screamed miserably, a big hole appeared on his right wing, and his flight trajectory was instantly disrupted.

"Hold on, Melias."

Rhaenys swayed, clutching the saddle handles tightly to prevent herself from falling off the dragon's back.

"The battle is not over yet."

The war below was in chaos, and a large army of zombies were clinging to the Great Wall like ants.

"Hiss!"

When Melias finally adjusted his balance, the pale dragon roared and attacked.

Click!

The pale dragon retaliated by biting Melias' right wing. Melias screamed in pain, and his claws fiercely tore open the opponent's chest, and opened his mouth to spew out hot dragon flames.

The dragon's flames swirled and spewed, and thick black smoke filled the air.

Rhaenys was sweating profusely as she stared at the terrifying enemy through the black smoke.

The Night King once again placed himself in the dragon flames, raised his hands to shield his grim face, and was about to throw his spear but found that the only one he had already used.

There was no other choice but to let the two dragons fight each other.

One red and one white were fighting in mid-air, entangled and spinning like eagles.

Frost and red flames sprayed, painting the cloudy sky with splendor.

The people below couldn't see clearly what was happening in the sky, they could only hear the fierce dragon roars.

In a flash, two hours passed.

boom! !

The battlefield below was in turmoil, and a piercing roar erupted in the sky above.

I saw two giant dragons entangled with each other, with their wounds exposed, holding on to each other and falling together.

From the thousand-meter cloud layer to the hundred-meter altitude.

It keeps falling until it dies.

Finally, it was less than twenty meters from the ground.

"Hiss!!"

Melias stretched out his neck and screamed, swinging his dragon head to break the opponent's weak jaw, and kicked away with his dragon claws to fly high.

Rumbling--

The pale dragon fell backwards, letting out a sharp roar, and crashed to the ground.

Snowflakes flew all over half of the battlefield, raising white smoke.

At this time, Melias dragged his injured leg and flew leisurely into the sky.

There was a complete uproar and a strange silence.

The eyes of the night watchmen and sailors were filled with excitement, and all the fatigue from guarding the city for two hours in a row was gone.

The army of zombies stopped attacking the city and stared at the smoke in silence.

"Don't stop, keep fighting back!"

Collis hesitated for a moment, then took the opportunity to boost morale.

The temporary advantage is all due to my wife's selfless fighting, and we must not give up even the slightest chance.

"Get ready, Melias!"

Rhaenys and her husband had the same idea. They rode their giant dragons in the air and kept a close eye on the smoke and dust.

The army of zombies has not been destroyed, proving that the Night King is not dead.

This cannot be taken lightly.

One second, two seconds...

After about a few minutes, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

"Hiss!"

The pale dragon, covered with wounds, slowly crawled out, half of its head was shriveled and its wings were in pieces.

Boom boom boom!
Heavy footsteps were heard, and a pale figure walked out of the smoke and dust.

Rhaenys did not dare to be negligent and pulled the saddle rope to stay alert at all times.

The Night King walked out slowly, his ice-blue eyes cold and indifferent.

"Melias..."

Rhaenys tensed and opened her mouth to speak.

Unexpectedly, the Night King climbed onto the dragon's back again, but pulled the saddle rope to change direction.

"Hiss!"

The pale dragon was covered with a layer of frost. It flew up unsteadily and soared towards the northeast outside the battlefield.

"Roar..."

Melias' pupils were sharp and he let out low growls from his throat.

Even though one of its dragon wings was drooping and its body was covered with wounds of varying sizes, its ferocity remained undiminished.

However, the opponent walked away without hesitation.

The pale dragon slowly accelerated, and its figure disappeared on the sea surface of Seal Bay.

The Night King has gone into the sea.

Rhaenys was full of doubts and didn't understand why the other party left.

"We can't let them get away, Melias."

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and gave the order to pursue.

The Night King is extremely dangerous, and he owns a wight dragon that has the ability to cross the Wall.

You can't escape from her hands.

"Hiss!!"

Melias roared and flapped his wings to chase after him.

"Stop, Rhaenys!"

Suddenly, Collis's cry rang out, calling impatiently: "Don't chase it, we can't kill it."

Rhaenys paused in her tug at the saddle rope and looked down at her husband.

Collis stood on the top of the city wall and waved his arms hastily: "Don't chase the desperate enemy. Listen to me, okay?"

Hearing this, Rhaenys hesitated.

He touched his waist and saw a sharp dragon crystal dagger inserted diagonally.

According to the news from Castle Black, the Night King will not be killed easily.

She has a giant dragon and a dragon crystal dagger, so her chances of winning are about 50%.

"Roar..."

Melias roared, flapped his dragon wings that had broken through the big hole, and looked silently at the driver.

She would not refuse an order.

As long as the driver makes the decision, she can catch up.

Rhaenys's eyes were hesitant, and she was in a dilemma for a moment.

The battle was over, and the fatigue and pain in the body began to show.

Looking at Melias covered in wounds, I felt heartbroken after decades of companionship.

The original 50% confidence now only remains 30%.

If you chase after him rashly, you may encounter unexpected events.

"Old girl, you must be tired too."

Rhaenys's expression softened, and she laid on the dragon's back, rubbing her cheek against the scarlet scales. "Go back, you are more important to me."

The Night King already has a wight dragon.

In any case, they couldn't put themselves in danger again.

"Hiss!!"

Melias received the order, turned around and flew back to the Great Wall, slowly landing on the wall.

As the Night King crossed the Bay of Seals, the army of wights stopped attacking and slowly began to retreat.

The night watchmen and sailors did not dare to stop them and allowed the immortal dead to come and go freely.

"Rhaenys, are you okay?"

Collis made his way through the crowd and strode towards the scarlet dragon.

Rhaenys confirmed it was correct, unbuckled the saddle, and slid off the dragon's back, landing right in her husband's arms.

"It's great that you're okay."

Collis was very nervous. He checked his wife's body up and down and hugged her in his arms: "May the Mermaid King bless you and you are still with me."

When the two dragons fought each other just now, his heart was in his throat.

Out of trust in his wife, he kept repeating in his heart the belief that he would win.

But when his exhausted wife returned, even the courage of his nine voyages began to tremble with fear.

"Relax, Collis."

Rhaenys felt sore all over, she leaned against her husband's arms, and stroked his angular cheek with her hand: "I'm still alive, I'm not that stupid."

As he spoke, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

I'm glad that I didn't act impulsively and chase after him recklessly.

Both she and Melias have reached their limit and need a gentle embrace and the care of their family.

"you……"

Collis was halfway through his words when he suddenly felt dizzy and blurry.

"What's wrong with you, Collis?"

Rhaenys realized something was wrong and shouted.

Collis felt dizzy, his tall body began to sway, and he suddenly fell backwards.

"Collis! ..."

He heard his wife's screams in his ears and closed his eyes, losing consciousness.

Rhaenys was terrified and used all her strength to support her husband's heavy body.

"Your Highness, let me take a look."

Erin walked out of the crowd, took over the unconscious lord, and opened his eyelids to check the situation.

"How is he?"

Rhaenys asked nervously.

Ailin frowned and said solemnly, "It doesn't look like an injury. It should be excessive fatigue that triggered an old injury."

Rhaenys' heart sank and she held her husband's hand tightly.

Collis is over seventy years old, older than his grandfather, the Centenary King.

He is usually in good health, better than the average strong young man.

But the climate and war in the north had destroyed his body prematurely.

"Can it be cured?"

Rhaenys asked with a heavy heart.

"Sorry." Erin shook his head and said regretfully, "His body is already full of holes. Can he wake up..."

Stop talking halfway.

For people of this age, life and death depends on the will of the gods.

(End of this chapter)