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

Chapter 512: Slax recognizes his master!

Menas reluctantly agreed.

He ordered the dragon keeper to imprison the two baby dragons separately, and took the little prince's hand into a dragon pit.

……

The outside world is connected to a tunnel with rough bricks and stones underfoot.

Meka observed carefully, stepping on the broken bricks and stones, and the surroundings quickly turned into caves.

Click!

Stephen lit a torch and walked ahead carefully clearing the way.

Menas looked bitter: "The young dragon is dormant, it's best not to disturb it easily."

Baby dragons are still dragons.

Once you get angry, it's not something that ordinary people can bear.

Meka said nothing, blinking her big blue eyes, full of curiosity about everything around her.

click-

Stephen paused and crushed a bone that looked like a sheep rib.

Maekar sniffed and wrinkled his nose. "I smell a dragon."

There was a lingering smell of sulfur, coupled with the stench of piled dragon dung.

It’s hard to describe after taking a sip of it.

"Next, be more careful."

Menas grabbed the little guy and advised Sir Stephen: "The young dragon is very fierce, don't approach rashly."

He could already see that the little prince was trying to tame the dragon.

This scene seemed to go back to more than ten years ago when His Majesty first entered the Dream Fire Lair.

The Menas are middle-aged and don't want any more accidents.

Stephen tensed his muscles, unsheathed the long sword at his waist, kicked away the skeletons blocking his way and continued to move forward.

Meka was sandwiched between the two of them and said obediently, "I won't disturb it."

Not long after.

The dragon stench in the air grew thicker, and torches flickered back and forth in the oxygen-starved underground.

Meka held his breath, his big eyes fixed on the depths of the dark cave.

wow-

The outline of a dragon was vaguely visible, and the chains were shaking with a slight sound.

Through the dim light, you can vaguely see a big creature lying on the ground, surrounded by all kinds of leftovers.

A little further away, there were clumps of dry and hard excrement.

Like a stalactite stuck in the ground, it protected the young dragon in the middle.

"Don't be nervous."

Meka took out a tinder and walked in boldly.

"prince……"

Stephen was shocked and wanted to reach out to stop it.

"Shh!" Meka warned softly and dodged to the side.

He felt it.

That big guy, the sleeping dragon suddenly woke up.

"Hiss!!"

As if receiving some kind of guidance, the dragon shadow in the depths suddenly rushed out, pulling the chain tight and making a sound.

Meka stopped and looked at the angry beast hopefully.

A young dragon with silver-black scales all over its body, green scales on its side ridges, and misty wing membranes.

The young dragon is quite large, measuring more than 7 meters from head to tail, and grows faster than its peers.

At this moment, the young dragon stretched out its huge dragon head and opened its mouth to spray dragon flames at the stone wall.

"Hiss!"

The gray dragon flame, like smoke and fog, attached to the charred stone wall, scraping off a layer of stone skin with a sizzling sound.

Maika raised her hand to cover it, her blue eyes staring unblinkingly.

"Keep calm, Slax!"

Menas came out from behind, picked up the little prince in one hand, and communicated in High Valyrian.

Stephen waved the torch and protected the two men behind him.

"Roar……"

Thrax growled, and with the sound of chains scraping against the ground, he used his wings to support himself and climbed out of the dungeon step by step.

There was grey dragon flame clinging to the stone wall above his head, brightening the light in the cramped space.

Thrax's pupils were cold and his fangs were like saw teeth as he stared at the three people who suddenly broke in.

Meka was held under Menas' armpits and struggled to stick his head out.

Soon, he saw clearly.

A silver-black dragon, whose dragon flame has a rare sticky property.

The most important thing is.

This baby dragon’s head is so big!

Maika's eyes widened as he looked at the unique young dragon again and again.

The dragon's head is large and wide, like a steel gate with a spear inserted in it.

There are no dorsal scales that enhance the ability to fly, and dense thorns grow behind the head, jaw, and neck.

At first glance, it was clear that this young dragon was born to fight.

Menas and Stephen looked nervous, staring at Thrax and backing away step by step.

Suddenly, Meka yelled, "Slax!"

The two adults were frightened and broke out in cold sweats, preparing themselves for the young dragon to be enraged.

Fortunately, in order to prevent the young dragons from fighting each other, the dragons in the dragon pit are all wearing shackles.

The shackles will only be removed when Your Majesty is herding the dragons.

The little guy roared, which also startled Slax who remained aloof.

Thrax blinked slightly, turned his ferocious dragon head towards Meka, and his amber vertical pupils revealed a hint of doubt.

Maekar broke free and trotted towards the young dragon, holding out a hand: "Thrax, you belong to me!"

"Gah?"

Thrax was a cautious person and stepped back a distance.

Maika was very brave. He rushed directly to the young dragon and looked up at it: "Follow me, and leave the dragon's lair."

Thrax lowered his head, and his vertical pupils met its.

The man and the dragon looked at each other, and a faint connection gradually emerged.

Maika bit her lower lip, her eyes sparkling.

My father once said that to tame a dragon you must be brave.

Either you ride on the dragon, or the dragon rides on your head.

Thrax relaxed his guard, and the dragon head dropped down little by little until it was parallel to Meka.

Inheriting the bloodline of Mogul, its dragon head is exceptionally large.

Three times the size of an ordinary young dragon.

Maika stood in front of it and could swallow it in one gulp by slightly opening his dragon's mouth.

But, Thrax didn't do that.

Smelling the familiar stench, Thrax fell into some memories, and the irritability that was awakened quietly disappeared.

In the amber vertical pupils, the animalistic anger and cruelty were hidden.

Instead, there was a cute boy with short platinum hair and blue eyes.

hum-

Meka shuddered unconsciously, feeling an inexplicable connection in his heart.

The tenacity of this connection grew rapidly as the man and the dragon looked at each other.

"Slax."

Meka murmured, his eyes hazy with understanding.

"Hiss!" Thrax stood up fiercely, and the huge dragon mouth approached. The fangs pierced through the clothes and picked up Meka.

puff-

The dragon's neck turned back, and Maika spread his legs, riding steadily on the dragon's back.

"Wait, the chains..."

Menas's expression changed, and he saw that the young dragon was planning to leave the dragon pit.

"Hiss!"

Thrax didn't care at all and spit a mouthful of gray dragon flame onto the chains that bound his hind legs.

Zila Zila...

The dragon flame quickly attached and melted the chain as thick as a bowl into molten iron.

Immediately, the misty dragon wings spread out.

Maika lay on the dragon's back, straining his short legs, his face flushed with excitement: "Slax, fly!"

The command was spoken in a pure accent of Binding Charm.

Thrax understood immediately, and used his huge body to push Menas and Stephen away, running while flying in the narrow tunnel.

The dragon's wings rubbed against each other all the way, knocking down a lot of rocks.

Maika held his head with both hands, his small chest aching from the scales.

However, the little guy was not afraid or hurt.

He was smiling, his mouth wide open.

"Slax, charge!"

"Hiss!"

Thrax rushed out of the tunnel in one breath, and his silver-black dragon body was like a chariot, crashing into the bonfire basin in front of the dragon pit.

At this moment, the emotions of Blizzard and Iragas have calmed down, and each side has remained motionless.

As soon as Thrax appeared, the confrontation between the two dragons was instantly broken.

Without waiting for the two baby dragons to move, Thrax flapped his wings and flew out of the bronze gate despite the dragon keeper's obstruction.

The night is dark and the moon is bright.

Thrax flew into the sky, with Meka's screams of joy on his back.

Meka chuckled and subconsciously hugged the dragon's neck tightly, overlooking Junling in the night.

"Dragon Flame!"

At a command, gray dragon flame sprayed out.

Meka was so excited that he hugged Thrax and circled over the dragon's lair several times.

He knew that Balerion would not lie to a child.

If the dark red dragon egg doesn't hatch a baby dragon, then tame one yourself.

From now on, he is also a great dragon rider.

……

Dragon's lair.

A large number of dragon guards were alarmed and ran out of the gate to look at the young dragon soaring in the night sky.

Menas, leaning on a bamboo stick, jumped out and sighed: "Fortunately, fortunately, the little prince is safe."

The lesson he received from His Majesty last time caused him to lose a leg.

I hope it won't happen a second time.

Stephen covered his chest, his face pale: "Hurry up and inform the Red Castle, don't let the queen worry."

The blow to Thrax was not light.

I almost vomited my dinner while wiping the edge.

……

Red Fort.

Rhaenyra said goodbye to Elena and lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

A sharp dragon roar sounded, attracting her attention.

I got out of bed, stood in front of the window and looked into the distance.

Clusters of fire lit up on the Rhaenys Hill.

A dragon shadow that blended perfectly into the night flew through the dark clouds, carrying a silver-haired little boy.

"Meka!?"

Rhaenyra's eyes widened, and she recognized her child at once.

……

The next day, Mil.

Rhaegar sat at the table with his upper body naked, writing in the first rays of morning sun.

The huge glazed floor-to-ceiling window is right in front of you, and you can clearly see the beautiful scenery outside the Governor's Palace.

After several years of rectification, Mil has officially entered its development phase.

Various handicrafts flourished and the port collected a large amount of taxes.

Thousands of miles of fertile land backing the disputed area have been developed into plantations, farmlands and fruit forests of all sizes.

Easily feed the millions of people in the city-state.

On the streets dotted with fruit farmers and vendors, you can see them everywhere, bargaining for their business.

A change to the slavery and oppression of the past.

Rhaegar glanced at it, showing no interest, and continued writing the message.

Apart from the half-written letter in hand, there were three sealed letters on the table.

shhhhhh...

The quill pen paused and signed the letter.

Rhaegar stuffed it into the envelope and smiled with satisfaction.

There were four letters in total, which were sent by ravens to Winterfell and White Harbor in the North, and the Eyrie and Gulltown in the Vale.

In short, he instructed White Harbor and Gulltown to send out patrol ships to monitor Braavos' every move.

As feudal lords, Winterfell and the Eyrie need to pay attention to this matter.

A war against Volantis is about to begin.

Sometimes, an agreement is just a piece of waste paper.

Braavos is wealthy, so we must be on guard.

"Using White Harbor and Gulltown to contain Braavos will probably have a more deterrent effect than a real effect."

Rhaegar analyzed carefully and replaced the feather pen in his hand with a carving knife.

Select a piece of stone and carve it carefully, imitating the inscription of a space necklace.

He never lost his skill in stone carving.

On the round wooden table used for office, each sculpture is arranged according to its category.

The most eye-catching group among them is actually the damaged map of the Land of Changxia.

One can clearly see the collapsed Fourteen Fire Peaks and the vast plains that must be fertile in the Land of Changxia.

In a corner near the sea, a dragon-shaped stone sculpture stands abruptly.

If you look closely, the stone-carved dragon head resembles Balerion.

The area covered by the stone sculpture is exactly the Targaryen territory marked by the exile Einar.

Rhaegar had scouted the area repeatedly.

That area is remote, adjacent to the Gulf of Sorrow, and is unlikely to have been completely destroyed.

If necessary, we may be able to return to our clan’s land and retrieve some of the heritage left by our ancestors.

For example, special minerals, resurrection orchids and the like.

hum-

The chisel carefully carves, carving out an inscription on the stone that shimmers with a faint halo.

Rhaegar became more serious and concentrated.

Every time you cut, make sure it is not one bit too light, and certainly not one bit too heavy.

A steady flow of fire magic.

(End of this chapter)