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

Chapter 518: The New Dragon King of Slaver’s Bay?
Three days later, there was a dragon cave without a roof.

"His!"

Thrax rushed forward, and the chain around his neck fluttered and made a sound.

Several dragon handlers held bamboo sticks and shouted nervously, "Stop! Slax!"

boom--

Thrax became furious and opened his bloody mouth to spew out dragon flames.

Gray dragon flame like smoke and fog appeared and attacked the trickster flying in the air.

"Hiss..."

The trickster roared sharply, flapped its dragon wings to dodge, and then spewed out dragon flames from its mouth to resolve it.

When attacking, the dragon's tail, like a scorpion's needle, stood straight and trembled slightly.

As if sensing something, the trickster dodged left and right, always narrowly avoiding the attack.

Thrax attacked steadily, and the grey dragon flame gradually spread, constantly compressing the opponent's dodging range.

For a while, the two young dragons were fighting each other.

……

"Fly, Slax!"

Meka put one hand on his waist and placed the other hand to his mouth in a trumpet shape.

boom--

Rhaegar kicked his raised butt and said seriously, "Don't interrupt. Let the two dragons fight it out."

Meka's face fell and he shrank back shyly.

Rhaenyra was there, as were her two brothers and the sisters Benyla.

The family stood on the edge of the dragon's lair, watching the fight between the young dragons.

"His!"

Thrax roared and pounced towards the trickster in mid-air, revealing a mouthful of thick fangs.

The gray dragon flame spread over more than ten meters, forming a cloud of mist.

The trickster was touched by a bit of dragon flame and immediately screamed in pain from being burned. He rushed into the encirclement and tried to escape.

puff-

Thrax arrived in an instant, knocked the trickster down from mid-air, pressed him to the ground, and tore him apart.

"Zhi Ge!"

Suddenly, the binding spell appeared on time.

Rhaegar approached at some point, and the dragon taming whip was pulled out and wrapped around Thrax's dragon neck.

"His!"

Just as Thrax was about to take a bite, he was forced to interrupt his attack and roared in anger.

Rhaegar ignored him and signaled to the dragon handlers watching: "Drag him back to the dragon pit!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The dragon keepers did not dare to delay. They pulled the chain around Thrax's neck and tapped the floor with bamboo sticks to make orderly and crisp sounds to soothe him.

After a long struggle, Thrax calmed down and left reluctantly.

"Hiss?"

The trickster lying on the ground pretending to be dead quietly opened his eyes, confirmed that the big-headed dragon was not there, and flew away alive and well.

Rhaegar smiled faintly and commented, "It's also a strange dragon."

Dragons have all kinds of strange personalities.

It's not unreasonable for a young dragon to be timid and trouble-making.

Fortunately, it was hatched in the cradle. If it were in Dragonstone, it would have been killed by gluttons long ago.

Looking back, the two sons were arguing with each other.

Meka raised his head high and looked at people with his nose up: "Slax wins!"

Yimon looked grumpy and said unhappily, "The liar can't fly high in the dragon's lair, let's try it in the wild."

The cause of the dragon fight was that two young dragons were taking a walk on their own, and the deceitful dragon insisted on biting the other's tail.

This angered Thrax, who chased after the dragon keeper regardless of the dragon keeper's attempts to stop him.

Rhaegar picked up his youngest son Maekar and said with a smile: "Stop arguing, I'm more powerful."

"Don't be ashamed."

Aemon looked dejected, kicking the pebbles away from his feet.

In contrast, Maekar was clingy and hugged Rhaegar's neck: "Father, take me out to ride the dragon."

The two brothers have very different personalities.

It could also be that Meka wins!

Rhaegar sniffed the milky scent of his youngest son and felt happy: "Okay, but let's change the time."

"Pink pinky." Meka tilted his head and stretched out his white little finger.

"no problem."

Rhaegar didn't think it was childish and just treated it as a play to coax a child.

I lowered my head and was stunned.

Baelon and Aemon: ...

The two brothers pursed their lips, looking betrayed, and looked at their father and younger brother with envy.

Their father didn't treat them like that.

"Forehead……"

Rhaegar looked a little embarrassed and turned away while holding his youngest son.

As the saying goes, teach students in accordance with their aptitude, each son has a different way of discipline.

Baeron is the eldest son, and the requirements for him are stricter.

Aemon is a bad boy. He gets a big beating every seven days and a small beating every three days.

Meka is very well behaved.

A person can sit in the corner and watch ants crawling for a whole day without crying or making a fuss.

It seems that he inherited some predictive talents, and is a bit like Helena when she was a child.

It is inevitable that Rhaegar has some preferences.

"Father, please put me down."

Meka twisted her waist and struggled to break free from the embrace like a fat maggot.

Rhaegar touched his head, and then stroked the heads of his eldest and second sons with the same amount of water.

The brothers had a face, and it felt quite rewarding to touch it.

Rainier's eyes were filled with soft light, immersed in the warm moments of the family.

Good things are always short-lived.

Johanna came in a hurry, clutching a piece of letter paper.

"What happened?"

Rhaenyra went to meet him, and could not help but guess that something big was going to happen.

Johanna glanced at Rhaegar and said urgently, "Urgent news from Slaver's Bay: The remnants of the Three Women's Kingdoms have formed an alliance with the Good Lord, blockaded the Smoke Sea, and released news that there is a dragon in it."

Rhaegar listened silently, without any hurry.

The existence of a dragon in the Sea of ​​Smoke was a speculation that had been going on since the appearance of Mogul.

Fishermen discovered a baby dragon in the sea of ​​smoke, and the news spread like wildfire.

Due to the small fleet of House Velaryon patrolling the Sea of ​​Smoke, and the fact that the Sea of ​​Smoke is full of dangers, there have not been any major setbacks.

Rainier thought so too and asked Johanna to be practical.

Johanna handed over the letter and said solemnly, "According to some small slave owners, many slaves with Valyrian blood have volunteered to join a team to enter the Sea of ​​Smoke to search for dragons."

Fearing that the news would not be taken seriously, he added: "There are many dragon species among them, and some even rumoured that they are descendants of a certain dragon king family."

"They still want to tame dragons?"

Rhaegar sneered: "Slaver's Bay is not afraid of following the footsteps of the Three Whore Kingdoms."

No wonder, who can resist the temptation of becoming a dragon knight?

Rhaenyra raised her eyebrows and asked, "Are there really descendants of the Dragon King family?"

“It’s hard to tell what’s real and what’s fake.”

Johanna shook her head and said rationally, "The Doomsday happened more than two hundred years ago, which is enough time for six or seven generations to pass on the incense. Even if there are descendants of the Dragon King, their bloodline has long been diluted." What's more, anyone with silver hair and purple eyes of Valyrian blood, carrying the surname of the Dragon King family, has the feasibility of claiming it.

"A bunch of bastards!"

Rhaegar showed no mercy and turned to walk into the dragon pit where the glutton was sleeping.

Regardless of whether it is true or false, anyone who dares to impersonate the Dragon King Family will never be forgiven.

If Slave Bay dares to touch the dragon's beard, then be prepared for blood and fire.

When he left, the others were left standing there in a daze.

Johanna sighed and reported the loss: "The merchant ship that Reese sent to Slaver Bay for trading was detained. The cargo was worth a lot even after deducting the profit."

Rhaenyra felt a headache: "First, stop the maritime trade in the east and collect as much food and grass as possible."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Johanna came and left in a hurry.

Rhaenyra fell into deep thought. The family dispute between Daemon and Laenaer was no longer important. The foreign war was the core.

"Mother."

Maekar spoke in a soft voice, and took Rhaenyra's hand and shook it.

Rhaenyra bowed her head.

She found that Baeron and other children were looking at her, their eyes flashing with anticipation for a battle.

"Hiss..."

A rough roar came from the dragon pit behind.

Syrax raised his dragon head high, supported the ground with his topaz-like wings, and slowly crawled out.

His vertical pupils were filled with restlessness as he stared at the driver who was also distracted.

Rhaenyra pursed her lips and raised her hand to touch Syrax's chin.

……

After a while.

"Hiss-"

A giant dragon as black as charcoal rushed out of the dragon's lair and soared towards Tyrosh.

Not long after, a black flock of ravens flew out of the Pingding Tower.

The sharp quacking sounds spread across the narrow sea in a chaotic yet orderly manner.

The clarion call of war is about to be sounded.

Half of the nobles in Westeros are destined to embrace a sleepless night.

A strange wave shattered the peace that had lasted for several years.

All the noble lords who had been notified were ready to go and mobilized their troops.

Obey the king's order!

……

In a blink of an eye, two days passed.

Summer sea.

The specific location is the vast sea between Volantis and the Sea of ​​Smoke.

The scorching sun hangs high in the sky, and mist rises from the blue sea.

The climate is tropical and the temperatures are quite extreme.

The sea breeze is hot, like waves of heat hitting the beach.

Fishes swim freely on the seabed, occasionally coming up to the surface to breathe.

Boom boom boom!
On the sea, waves of cheering drums were heard.

Ten warships equipped with scorpion crossbows and flying ferocious tiger-head flags were sailing, carrying 1,500 expensive elite mercenaries.

Target the Sea of ​​Smoke and join the blockade fleet in Slaver Bay.

If there is an opportunity, intercept the small patrol ships of House Velaryon that are being disassembled into small groups.

On the deck, the mercenaries watched the beating of drums.

A young mercenary with rough skin and a lean figure came up to the leader and muttered, "Leader, is there really a dragon in the sea of ​​smoke?"

"do not know."

The young mercenary asked again: "Are the dragon species in Slaver's Bay real or fake?"

"do not ask me."

The young mercenary scratched his head and said, "Captain, we are heading to the Sea of ​​Smoke. We won't run into any dragons, will we?"

After a pause, he added: "Brothers are unsure, please give me a definite answer on how to fight the war."

The purpose of being a mercenary is to earn gold.

Don't throw your life into a dragon's mouth for gold.

"Do not……"

The mercenary leader was about to refuse out of habit, but the words suddenly got stuck in his throat.

His eyes were wide open, pupils trembling as he stared into the distance.

next second.

"dragon!"

"There's a dragon, find cover!"

"..."

With a roar of fear, the mercenaries quickly and fiercely lay on the deck.

However, it was too late.

"Dragon flame! Dream fire!"

A giant light blue dragon descended from the sky, and dragon flames splashed out like sea water backflowing.

boom--

The dragon flames smashed into the hull, instantly engulfing the mercenaries on the deck, causing bursts of shrill wails.

"Counterattack, prepare the scorpion crossbow!"

Someone shouted and turned the capstan of the scorpion crossbow.

Four dragon shadows flashed in the sky.

Rhaegar was wearing a black robe, his face was cold: "Don't leave any one alive!"

"Hiss-"

The Glutton swooped down, Deathwing covered half of the warship, and dark green dragon flames instantly filled the entire field.

The mercenaries who encountered the dragon flames didn't even have the chance to scream.

The eyes, ears, mouth and nose all became necrotic, and the scalp was burned into a mummy inch by inch.

Eventually, it turned into mud.

the other side.

Daemon was dressed in black steel armor and a scarlet cape.

Korakxiu roared loudly, like a piercing radar detection, and spewed out scarlet dragon flames continuously.

"Vhagar, Dragon Flame!"

An old dragon flew out from the side, spewing out black smoke and dragon flames, causing an endless storm.

Lanar half-lay on the saddle and glanced coldly at Daemon who was deliberately avoiding her.

Four giant dragons are enough to destroy any town.

"what!……"

"It hurts so much, jumping into the sea is useless..."

"..."

Ten brand new warships and a mercenary group of less than two thousand people.

In just a quarter of an hour, it sank into the sea to feed the fish.

Rhaegar sat on the dragon's back, not even looking down, studying a scribbled sea chart.

The lines on the chart are simple, showing the Narrow Sea, Volantis, the Sea of ​​Smoke, and Slaver's Bay.

At the bottom of the pattern were a few lines of ugly, illegible writing in some Valyrian dialect.

[Good Lord... Fitznick... revive the family...]

[Alliance... Qohor...]

(End of this chapter)