Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day

Chapter 87 Red Mask

“The person who created this magic and the forest witch are really terrible, they can even think of and learn such evil methods.”

Babat said in a trill.

 It’s a pity that no one paid attention to him.

 Shadowbinder’s head continued to explain.

“The son of Shadow has a curse carved on his flesh. After his death, his body is thrown into the arms of the cold **** to judge the sinners of the world..."

“He is the hound of death, sniffing out the breath of the living and stalking him, devouring the shadows of the living…”

“Only by finding the token of the Lord of Light and returning it to his fallen servant can his anger be extinguished.”

Sam's face lit up and he asked hurriedly: "What is the token?"

“Mask…my mask…where is my mask…”

Unexpectedly, Shadowbinder's head suddenly became violent and rolled against the wooden board.

Yelling nonsense about masks and covering your face.

Thorol whispered: "Shadowbinders usually wear lacquered wooden masks, and they don't easily show their true colors to others."

 “Where is his mask?”

Rhaegar nodded to indicate understanding and turned to ask.

Babat raised his hand: "In my brother's bedroom, when the soldier was holding the head to ask for credit, the mask was not taken off. My brother took it off himself and kept it in the secret room."

 “Hmph, he really knows how to challenge for spoils.”

Solor snorted coldly and urged him to find the mask immediately.

Babat didn't want to stay in the attic for a long time, so he ran away as if running away.

Rhaegar had no intention of paying attention to Barbat, and his eyes fell on Sam, who was circling the Shadowbinder's head.

At this time, Sam trotted after the head, his bloated figure looking very clumsy.

Keep asking about ways to eliminate shadow monsters.

 The head screamed strangely, sometimes shouting the Lord of Light, sometimes shouting the magic tide...

 “Forget it, let’s at least get some clues.”

Rhaegar sighed and called, "Lord Sam, there's no need to ask."

Sam seemed not to have heard it, and stared straight at the spinning head, his gaze becoming more and more fanatical.

 “Something is wrong, Sir Thorol!”

 Lega's expression changed slightly, and he quickly called out to the only reliable middle-aged man beside him.

Thorol is a true knight, agile and agile.

One stride rushed into the candle circle, stepped on the spinning head with one foot, and slapped the unconscious Sam down.

　　Bang.

 Sam was whipped around and fell to the ground unconscious.

 Thorol ignored him, untied the belt around his waist, and tied his head tightly.

 A dagger fixed on a wooden board.

 After finishing the matter, Thorol picked up the unconscious Sam and looked back at Rhaegar.

 Then they each sighed.

 They all saw deep helplessness in each other's eyes.

Rhaegar was a little worried: "Will Lord Sam be okay?"

"Prince, don't worry. Old Sam was successfully dazzled by the use of magic. One slap can knock him out, and two slaps can wake him up."

 Speaking, Solor was about to take action.

 “Wait, let Sam get some sleep.”

Rhaegar quickly called to stop.

 The Brun family and the Kleb family have always had conflicts.

I really made Solore start, I'm so sorry Sam has always been respectful to him.

 “Let us go out first and leave Lord Sam to his guards.”

At the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the Shadowbinder's head, which was still moving around. Rhaegar shuddered and left quickly.

 …

 The next day.

 Outside the walls of Terror Cave Castle, a large number of people gathered.

 Eight hundred soldiers from the two Burren families, 300 soldiers from the Kleb family, and more than 2,000 free people from the wildling army.

 The three parties each stay in an area.

On the city wall in front of them, a huge black dragon stretched its wings, and its shadow enveloped half of the castle.

It is this giant dragon that makes them extremely honest.

Rhaegar stood under the glutton's chest and picked up a red paint mask with gloves.

 The lines of the mask are very simple, the eyes are narrowly placed, and it looks slightly weird.

Looking at him, he looked at Babat, who was bowing to wait on him, and said, "Let's go."

Barbat hesitated: "Prince, do we really want to abandon the defense of the castle and go to the wild to fight the curse?"

“Did the castle stop the shadow monster from killing your brother?” Rhaegar asked rhetorically.

Babat shut up immediately.

 After a night of thinking, Rhaegar decided to take the initiative.

 The more the shadow monster kills, the faster it grows.     There is no time to wait.

 They have the Shadowbinder's head in their hands, as well as the red paint mask as a token.

 Relying on the powerful dragon flames of the Glutton, as long as the shadow monster shows up, it is easy to eradicate it.

 Thorol agreed with Rhaegar's approach.

 In his view, the dragon is invincible and can burn all evil.

 Sam woke up from a coma and regained his senses.

At this time, he was riding on horseback, holding the Shadowbinder's head in his hand, and did not dare to take another look.

Rhaegar planned to use the Shadowbinder's head as part of the bait.

"Set off!"

Rhaegar mounted on the dragon's back and rode over the heads of the wildling army, shouting orders.

  The Crab Claws commanded their respective savages, holding various weapons, and followed closely with cheers.

 It is their honor to be able to fight behind the dragon.

 Thorol and Sam issued marching orders one after another and rode their horses forward.

 The destination is neither near nor far.

 Choose an open space where two families are fighting.

The terrain there is open, and the glutton's dragon flame can work better.

 …

  Arrived at the clearing.

There are also mottled bloodstains and fishy stench left by the **** battle not long ago.

Sam glanced around and glared angrily at Solor's side.

In these bloodstains, soldiers of House Kleb lost their lives.

 Thorol was dismissive.

What does the war between the Brun family and the Kleb family have to do with one of his branches, Brun?

If it weren't for someone in the fief being killed by a curse.

His distant relative Babat begged him for help, but he would not come.

 The glutton hovered over the clearing and slowly descended.

Rhaegar ordered: "Pour the fire oil in a circle around the clearing."

 “Yes, Prince.”

 Soldiers of House Brun drove a carriage carrying barrels of kerosene.

 Shadow monsters are afraid of fire.

Thorol proposed lighting a circle of fire in the clearing, supported by rockets from the soldiers.

 Sam was not idle either.

　　A few hooded prisoners were escorted out.

The head he was holding in his hand was stuffed into the arms of one of them, and he said in a deep voice: "If you can survive, I will forgive your sins."

 “Mask…my mask…”

The head was still mumbling for a mask and twisting around in the prisoner's arms.

The prisoner cannot see the outside world, but he can feel what is in his hand.

　　I was so frightened that I fell to the ground, with feces and urine flowing out.

His head rolled to the ground, not knowing the pain, but still muttering.

Sam took one last look, reluctant and frightened.

Rhaegar turned his face away from the yelling prisoner.

 Skull said that shadow monsters will stalk living people.

 In other words, the more people there are, the more likely they are to be attacked by shadow monsters.

 There are nearly 3,000 people present, so the shadow monster must have noticed it.

 Strictly speaking, everyone is a bait, not just these prisoners.

 It’s just that they are more dangerous.

Rhaegar had no objection.

 A group of prisoners, compared to having their heads chopped off, this method of atonement still has a chance to survive.

 Everything was ready, Rhaegar patted the glutton on the back and gave the command: "Fly!"

 Looking at the past situation.

 Shadow monsters are afraid of dragon flames and dare not fight against the dragon.

Yesterday, the shadow monster suddenly attacked. Something must have happened to make it abnormal.

 No matter what.

 He and the Glutton leave the clearing, making it easier to attract shadow monsters.

Neither one person nor one dragon went far, so they waited at the mountains on the side of the clearing.

 Once there is a change below, Lei Jia can control the dragon to support.

 (End of this chapter)