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

Chapter 519 A Group of Dragonless Bastards
Afternoon, temporary station.

A flat, barren hill with no grass growing for dozens of miles around, and hot winds mixed with sand and gravel blowing all the time.

"Hiss..."

Vhagar's cloudy vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and his huge body lay lazily on the ridge, and his throat, loud enough for a horse to run, let out a low roar from time to time.

The sky is vast and cloudless.

Three giant dragons of different colors hovered, guarding the three sheepskin tents below.

boom--

Inside the tent, a rough map was placed on the table.

Lei Jia supported the table with both hands and said seriously: "A detailed map of the Land of Long Summer, plus information about a known descendant of the Dragon King's family."

His fingers touched an illustration of a crowned red dragon and he licked his lips. “It’s a pretty big mess, isn’t it?”

On both sides of the table, three dragon riders gathered together.

"Fitznik! A family known today!"

Damon's eyes were sharp and his voice was deep: "Among the forty dragon king families, only a few are still remembered by the world."

After saying this, the uncle and nephew looked at each other, and everything was said without words.

Rega touched the space necklace, and the sun pendant was engraved with a crowned red dragon.

Damon glanced at the black whip in his nephew's hand, recalling the binding spell he had mastered.

All of this originated from the Fitznick family.

Rhaegar was the first to speak out, and he said in an unquestionable tone: "There can only be one family of dragon kings in the world, and that is the Targaryen!"

Like nephew, like uncle.

Daemon immediately agreed, his voice cold: "We have four people and four dragons. I suggest that we go straight to Slaver's Bay tomorrow morning and burn that filthy land to ashes."

The uncle and nephew reached a consensus and their opinions were surprisingly unanimous.

There are two main reasons for the Targaryen's continued prosperity.

1. Slowly reproducing dragons.

2. Unique noble bloodline.

Before the destruction of old Valyria, the Targaryens were just a lower-middle ranking dragon family.

After the doomsday catastrophe, the rest of the Dragon King families were destroyed one by one.

As the only survivors, the Targaryen family rose to the top of the world.

A newly revived Dragon King family will shake the Targaryen rule from the root.

Looking at the tacit understanding between the uncle and nephew, Lannar frowned and analyzed rationally: "The truth of the news is still unknown. It is not wise to attack without authorization."

"This isn't a question of true or false, idiot!"

Daemon was blunt and retorted: "If anyone dares to use the surname of the Dragon King, the prestige of the Targaryen family will fall to the bottom."

What's more, the Fitznik family is not a recorded family of the Dragon King.

No one had ever heard of this surname before the semi-ruins of Mir appeared.

The uncle and nephew did a very good job of keeping the secret, and the news never reached Slaver's Bay, far away on the eastern continent of Essos.

There must be a reason why news spreads.

Lannar looked at him unkindly and turned her head away in disgust.

Helena, who had been quiet all the time, looked around and hugged herself silently.

She felt that the atmosphere was not right and her sensitive nerves became a little tense.

"take a break."

Rhaegar noticed, taking off his black robe and draping it around his sister.

"I'm okay."

Helena shrank her shoulders, feeling the warmth of care, and expressed her doubts: "Where did the news come from? Wouldn't a Dragon King family with a stable inheritance remain anonymous for centuries?"

After the Doomsday, the Targaryens took root on Dragonstone for decades, going through several generations of changes.

Until the Black Death, Balerion grew to be a hundred years old and stepped into the threshold of adult dragon.

Meraxes and Vhagar found their masters one after another, and they had reached the age when they could be of great use.

The conqueror went to war with his two sisters.

Bringing the Targaryen and Valyrian bloodlines to the attention of the whole world.

The question was crucial, Lannar looked at Damon with suspicion.

Damon had a cold face, avoided his original wife's gaze, and stared at his good nephew.

His spies haven't yet reached Slaver's Bay.

Rhaegar was also straightforward and said, "The news came from the red-robed priestess of the Red Temple. She has a lot of followers in Meereen."

She was a very difficult woman, and had some strange tricks.

When Volantis was selecting the councilors to be stationed in the Tower of Lys, the Red Priestess was on the shortlist.

Rhaegar didn't like the witch and kicked her out secretly.

Damon sneered and said foul-mouthedly, "Great, there really is a bastard dragon king!"

Regardless of whether Fitznick's pedigree is true or false.

The remnants of the Dragon King who have no dragons are all considered bastards.

Rhaegar raised his eyelids and said, "According to the intelligence, there is a hybrid dragon king who calls himself Fizznik who has been received by the Good Lord of Meereen. It is said that he is a herdsman."

"Any other family members?"

Helena's eyes were empty and her voice was light.

Rhaegar nodded. "Yes, the whole family was taken to the Great Pyramid of Meereen, and one of the girls became a concubine to the Good Lord."

"You're worthy of being a bastard!" Damon continued to curse.

"Stop talking nonsense." Lannar was a little irritated and quickened the conversation: "A fake family is not worth mentioning. The key is the wild young dragon in the Sea of ​​Smoke."

Rhaegar agreed: "The young dragons haven't left the Sea of ​​Smoke yet, but someone wants to occupy the Sea of ​​Smoke and catch dragons."

The warships of Slave Bay have blockaded the Sea of ​​Smoke and have sent out the first batch of dragons of unknown ancestry to search for the young dragons.

Daemon took over the conversation and said, "I suggest that we go to Meereen and burn down the Great Pyramid to eliminate the threat of the hybrid dragon king."

"The imposter is a coward and not worth the dragon's risk."

Lannar knew that the Shanzhumen would definitely defend the city-state strictly, so she said with reason: "We don't have a fleet, so we should first use our dragons to destroy the fleet that blocks the Smoke Sea and cut off the way for the dragons to enter the Smoke Sea."

Even if the fake Dragon King is real, he would be just an ordinary person if he didn't enter the sea of ​​smoke to look for dragons.

First eliminate the enemy's wings, and then wait for the arrival of Westeros's naval forces, which will be the opportunity to annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop.

boom--

"Foolish woman!" Daemon slammed the table and said sarcastically, "Reputation is more important than a baby dragon."

Helena was listening intently and was startled by the sudden sound of slamming the table. Her pretty face turned pale.

Watching her father and mother being at odds with each other since she was a child left her with a certain psychological trauma.

The quarrel between Daemon and Lanaer made her nervous.

Rhaegar glared at his good uncle with dissatisfaction, hugged the weak and boneless Helena, and made a decision: "Tomorrow morning, we will gather together to destroy the defense line of the Sea of ​​Smoke."

"After that, wait for support from House Velaryon's fleet."

Westeros is far enough away from the Stepstones.

Beyond the disputed area, the fleet's sailing time was greatly extended, and it would take several months just to go back and forth.

Taking into account the supply along the way, it is even more of a problem.

This is also one of the main reasons why Rhaegar does not like to fight across the sea.

The fighting was in chaos on the front line, and half of the vassal troops were on their way to the rear.

If one is unlucky, the ship may encounter strong winds and waves, and everyone on the ship will become fish.

Damon frowned, seeing things differently.

Rega said directly: "Uncle, you don't want the baby dragon to be taken away by some bastard, right?"

"Listen to you."

Damon's face darkened and he stopped objecting.

The tragedy of Morgul is a scar on all Targaryens.

"very good!"

Rhaegar took Helena and walked out of the tent together.

"Haha, you are short-sighted."

Lannar glanced at her husband and strode away gracefully.

Damon was left alone in the tent.

……

Outside, a barren hillside.

Rhaegar noticed Laena behind him and entered another tent with Helena.

Lannar remained silent, spent some time intimately with Vhagar, and then returned to another tent.

Four people, three tents.

……

The next day.

Grief Bay.

Located on the southern coast of the eastern continent of Essos, adjacent to Slaver's Bay.

The southern side of the bay is connected to the Summer Sea, with the ruins of Valyria on its west shore and the remains of the ancient Ghis Empire on its east shore.

Looking down from the sky, it looks like an outward-opening trumpet.

Attract merchant ships from all over the world to trade.

At noon, the weather was clear. A fleet composed entirely of slaves sailed out of the Gulf of Sorrow, passing by the almost black Cedar Island in the sea, and approached the Sea of ​​Smoke.

The fleet flew the golden harpy flag and numbered more than thirty ships, enough to carry five thousand people.

Leading the way was a three-masted ship.

An Unsullied in black armor stood guard with his back straight and his face expressionless.

Deep inside the cabin.

It was a dark and narrow space, and everything that my hands touched was damp and smelly.

A dozen silver-golden, fair-skinned Valyrians, dressed in rags, huddled in a corner, shivering.

"Mom, I want to go home."

The little girl sobbed softly, her dirty face buried deep in the plump woman's arms.

The woman's eyes were numb as she stroked her daughter's long hair stiffly, pulling out a few frizzy strands.

They were all slaves, stuffed into the ship's hold like livestock by their hypocritical masters.

The purpose is to push him into the sea of ​​smoke and die.

"do not Cry!"

At the hatch, a sloppy man was gnawing on a hard black bread and shouting in a frightening manner.

He occupied the only dry area, but he pissed and shit on other people's territory.

His white hair was dirty and gray, and he had a pair of indigo eyes staring at him.

Valyrian blood, no doubt about it.

After being scolded by him, the little girl stopped crying immediately, put her hands and feet away and dared not move.

The sloppy man pouted and cursed: "What's the point of crying? If we can find the dragon, we can get rid of our slavery."

"The sea of ​​smoke is very dangerous. Anyone who goes there will be cursed."

In the corner, the thin, silver-haired young man retorted timidly.

"Humph!" The slovenly man put down the black bread that had knocked out one of his back teeth, and said incoherently, "I'd rather die than be a slave."

He changed the subject, his eyes gleaming with evil: "If I could really ride a dragon, how could I not be nobler than that shepherd dragon king? I could also live in the Great Pyramid in the future."

A damn dragon king who came out of some corner of the alley can also receive special treatment from the benevolent master.

If he had known this earlier, he would have also used the Dragon King's surname and enjoyed the treatment of a superior person.

Well, think about it.

There are people who ride dragons in Westeros, named Targaryens and Velaryons.

Then his name is Diane Dianelian!

As he thought about it, he let out a lewd laugh.

When the thin young man heard the noise, his face turned pale with fright.

He hurriedly covered his sore butt.

……

The same scene happened in the bottom cabin of every ship.

Hundreds of Valyrian descendants were captured and sold, and kept in the bottom of ships as supplies for capturing young dragons.

No matter whether it is useful or not, just send it to the sea of ​​smoke first.

Kind and benevolent masters do not care about the life or death of their slaves.

……

Wow... Wow...

The sun gradually set and the waves became more turbulent.

The fleet sailed out of the Gulf of Sorrow, bypassed the smoke-shrouded waters, and entered the Summer Sea.

"Hold the rudder! Furl one sail!"

The lookout stuck out his tongue to test the wind direction and gave orders to the sailors underground.

It was getting dark and the wind and waves were getting stronger.

On the moody sea, it symbolizes the arrival of danger.

The slave army was lifeless and joined the team that operated the big ship.

The Unsullied patrolled back and forth, monitoring the huge slave army, as if they were superior to the slaves.

call--

A stinking sea breeze blew, causing the half-retracted sail to shake violently.

“It’s windy!”

Someone shouted, reminding the fleet to sail carefully.

However, it was not just the winds and waves that arrived.

The sky suddenly became dark and the dark clouds gathered together.

Crack!

A flash of silver lightning struck down, like a silver bottle bursting.

"Hiss-"

A roar louder than thunder resounded through the heaven and earth, raindrops fell gently, and a huge figure stirred the wind and clouds.

Countless sailors looked up at the sound, with only panic in their eyes.

"dragon!"

"Scorpion crossbow, hurry up!"

"..."

The Unsullied commander shouted loudly, killed the slave soldiers who were retreating in fear, and barely stabilized the situation.

In the midst of a flurry of activity, the slave soldiers acted resignedly to their fate.

He angrily ripped off the huge curtain on the deck, revealing a newly built scorpion crossbow.

Click! Click!
The capstan creaked, the steel spears were loaded, and the crossbowmen aimed at the foggy sky.

call--

A pitch-black dragon shadow flashed by, and its two wings were like the scythe of the god of death, cutting through the black clouds with heavy rain.

The next moment, a cold voice sounded.

"Dragon Flame!"

In the sight of the slave soldiers, the pitch-black dragon shadow turned and swooped down, its black body blending into the dark clouds, leaving only a pair of pale green eyes like bronze bells.

"Hiss-"

The green dragon flame spread all over the sky, evenly igniting every warship.

The Glutton had vertical pupils and was cunning and cruel. He flapped his wings and dodged left and right, not at all nimble and agile like a creature of his size.

Boom!

Warships caught fire one after another, and screams rang out one after another.

"Project! Quick!"

"It hurts... run..."

The voices of the commander and the slave soldiers formed a sharp contrast. The entire fleet was in chaos, with a few scattered steel spears shot into the sky.

"Hiss!"

"Roar..."

The counterattack paid off with a series of dragon roars.

Dream Fire dived down from the clouds, and the light blue dragon flame was dreamy and brilliant, engulfing the lifeboat that was trying to escape.

Vhagar and Korakshu came out together, with black smoke and red flames running parallel, killing the last bit of courage of the slave soldiers.

Crackling...pattering...

Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the wind howled.

Rhaegar's silver hair was flying, and the heavy rain soaked his handsome face. He looked back and shouted, "Quick victory, pay attention to the height!"

The words were spoken with the skill of a binding spell, and were transmitted closely into the ears of the other three people.

Daemon's eyes were cold, the rain flowed down his collarbone into his chest, and his scarlet cloak looked like a tongue of fire.

Korakshuu seemed to like this thunderstorm very much, with his almost crazy roar and the endless gushing of dragon flames.

The killing power of one dragon far exceeds that of the three dragons including the Glutton.

In a short while, the sea water was dyed red with blood.

"Let's go! Return to the base!"

The Glutton rowed across the sea where the wrecks had fallen, and Rhaegar leaned forward, giving orders.

In just one day, the four men and four dragons surrounded the sea of ​​smoke and destroyed dozens of warships and patrol ships in the Slave Bay.

Exhausted both mentally and physically, they were no longer fit to fight in the rain.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Korakshu was very excited. His snake-like body swayed wildly as he shuttled across the sea to devour the surviving enemies.

Damon looked around and found many silver-haired figures, and cruelly ordered them to be burned to death.

Anyone who dares to violate the uniqueness of Targaryen.

Innocent or not, they deserve to die!

Rhaegar watched coldly and told Helena and Lanaar to go first.

He captured some special slaves and wanted to take them back to interrogate them for intelligence.

Leave Damon here to vent!

(End of this chapter)