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

Chapter 551 Golden Dragon Weeps Blood
The scarlet dragon flame gushed out like a waterfall, covering his head.

The sheep thief's pupils shrank sharply as he sensed the threat and made his own judgment without the need for the driver to command him.

puff--

The shriveled dragon head crashed into the dragon flame, and its skinny torso rose straight into the air.

"Get out of the way, sheep thief!"

Imond's order arrived late, and his whole body was hit by dragon flames.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief quickly flew into the sky, flapping his broad brown wings to blow away the scorching heat of the dragon's flame.

"Idiot, what are you doing!"

Aemond was covered in dirt and shouted in frustration.

Just because Targaryens are more resistant to high temperatures than ordinary people doesn't mean they can withstand dragon flames.

The sheep thief turned around and roared, signaling the driver to shut up, and stared at the bloodworm vigilantly.

Korakxiu's pupils were cold and he flapped a pair of dragon wings and circled above the city.

"Catch up, Korakhuu!"

Damon smiled bloodthirstily and stared at his one-eyed nephew.

The feud between the uncle and nephew has not yet been resolved.

"Hiss..."

Korakxiu neighed excitedly and couldn't wait to soar into the air.

A mud dragon that is only good for show, gnawed away all its two taels of bones.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief was horrified, and with a flick of his rough dragon tail, he dived into the clouds.

Meereen, in the city.

The Unsullied guarded the walls, while the Dothraki cavalry charged forward.

At this moment, everyone looked up at the same time, watching the two dragons chasing each other with different expressions.

"God of horses!"

Laocao had a dazed look on his face, and the white horse under him trembled slightly.

"Hiss..."

A huge scarlet dragon snaked up, and dragon flames colored the sky.

In the perspective below.

The bloodworm is as big as a mountain, like a cruel, bloodthirsty giant worm.

The ugly mud dragon was even bigger, with scales all over its body full of pits and holes, and it fled in panic like a coward.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief glanced back and spewed out a dense dragon flame like mud spots.

Aemond swayed from side to side in the saddle, forcing himself to remain calm, and said solemnly: "Follow my command, sheep thief."

It doesn't matter if you accidentally enter the city.

Damon dared to take action on his own, the nature of the matter is extremely bad.

Emond leaned over to look below and said coldly, "If that's the case, let's see who will win."

The sheep thief soared into the air with all his might, as if he felt the restraints of his driver tightening, and slightly suppressed the call of his wild nature.

Otherwise, it will treat the bloodworms the same way as a wild dragon.

"Turn around, sheep thief."

Aemond's face was cold, and he pulled out the saddle buckle at his waist and tightened it one notch.

"Hiss..."

Suddenly, the clouds rolled and scarlet dragon flames gushed out.

Korakxiu swept up the gust of wind, his body bathed in flames, and he opened his mouth and bit the mud dragon.

"Dragon Flame, the sheep thief!"

At the critical moment, Aemond grinned and gave orders.

boom--

The sheep thief happened to turn around, and the brown mud dragon flame spurted out, turning into a unique rain of fire.

"Hiss..."

Korakshu had nowhere to hide, and his scales were emitting white smoke.

……

The Great Pyramid.

Rhaegar rested his chin on his hand and said lightly, "As long as I can't see the bastard dragon king, Meereen will never have peace for a day."

Finding someone of Valyrian descent to impersonate someone is really an insult to one's intelligence.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was silent.

The great leaders looked at each other, and could see the guilt in each other's eyes.

clap clap...

The old master clapped his hands, and the attendant brought a tray, as if he had made some kind of decision: "Your Majesty, this matter needs to be discussed."

A pot of summer red and two amber wine cups.

Rega frowned slightly, and the other party poured the wine himself, sniffing the aroma with satisfaction.

what the hell?

The old master picked up two wine cups and walked up the steps step by step, smiling kindly: "Your Majesty, I offer you a toast, thank you for not riding your dragon to burn down Meereen."

"I want the fake dragon."

Rhaegar ignored him.

The old master bent down and whispered, "If you accept my respect, you will get what you want."

"Can I understand that you are coercing me?"

Rega didn't buy it and looked at the crimson wine with interest.

Poisoned?

So obvious!

In the hall, the other great masters witnessed this scene and trembled like sieves.

The old lord took a deep breath and said firmly: "The people of Meereen never refuse good wine."

Rhaegar sat up straight and chuckled, "You drink first."

"no problem."

The old master agreed immediately, picked up the wine cup and drank it in one gulp.

At last, he wiped his beard and urged people to drink: "This is 30-year-old summer red, a rare fine wine in the world."

Leijia's eyes were deep, and he couldn't help but look up to this old man.

I have to admire him for daring to drink poison.

A trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the old lord. He handed over another wine cup and urged: "Your Majesty, the false dragon is in the Great Pyramid."

"I hope so."

Rhaegar had no expression and took the wine cup casually.

Bring up the system panel.

【Rhaegar Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragonborn (59%)

Runes: Bronze (green), Ouroboros (blue)

Blood witchcraft: Binding spell (blue), mirror flower and water moon...

Relics: Blood and Fire, Dream Vision, Pure Water...

Review: "Ancient bloodline, great or crazy?"

Glancing at the "Pure Water" in the relics column, Rega let out a barely perceptible smile.

Isolate toxins, purify filth...

Since receiving the blessing of "pure water", poisoning and disease are no longer a weakness.

If there is a god in the world, he is the only true God.

"You're very brave, old man."

It was rare for Rhaegar to praise his opponent and he raised the glass to his lips.

The old master ignored the voice and stared intently.

"Your Majesty, don't drink!"

"Rhaegar, you can't drink!"

The sea serpent and Aegon cried out loudly, thinking that Rhaegar was possessed by an evil spirit.

"Gulu~"

After drinking the wine, his lips became wet and red.

Bang!

Rhaegar threw away the wine cup and said calmly, "Tell me, where is the fake dragon?"

"you you……"

The old master's face flushed with excitement, and he no longer tried to hide it: "Davis Fitznick is in the attic, go find him if you're still alive."

"Hmph, poof!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood vessels on his neck and face turned black, and a mouthful of fishy, ​​sweet and dirty blood spurted out of his mouth.

The toxin is powerful and takes effect instantly.

Rhaegar smiled, stood up, patted the other's shoulder, and said calmly: "I am a real dragon, blood and fire flow in my body."

"Ho ho..."

The old master didn't understand what was going on and stared at him, trying to see the terrible effects of the poison.

Unfortunately, his life was just like the pot of poison and the amber wine cup.

It's just a tragedy.

Rhaegar's expression remained calm, his purple eyes filled with starlight.

The blood in the body flowed faster, as if an ugly dragon was rushing left and right, suppressed by the sound of the heart beating like a drum.

One second, two seconds...

Gradually, the foreign matter in the blood is purified and transformed into nutrients to enrich the body.

puff-

The old master could not hold on any longer, and he died without seeing the heroic scene of pulling down a Dragon King to his death. He fell backward in disbelief.

Two lines of blood and tears slid out of his eyelids, and he rolled down the stairs with his eyes open.

"Do it!!"

The dull thud of the corpse falling seemed to be a signal, and a sudden low roar was heard in the hall.

A young lord with rough skin changed his expression instantly, rushed towards the nearest Aegon, and took out the dagger in his arms.

Aegon was so frightened by Rhaegar's drinking of poison that he was unaware of the danger.

"Hail Harpy!"

The young master spoke quickly, grabbed his neck, and stabbed him in the abdomen with the dagger.

"Bastard!"

The sea serpent was furious, and a great lord also pounced on him, raised his arm and knocked him down with a punch.

Wow…

Outside the hall, Sons of the Harpy wearing golden masks swarmed in.

Tapestries, draperies, hangings...

Wherever there is a place where people can hide, their nimble figures will appear without exception.

"Unsullied, meet the enemy!"

Grey Worm growled and thrust his spear forward.

A team of 100 Unsullied was divided into two to take over the inside and outside of the hall.

There was no movement outside the palace, and no one knew when he was killed.

"Aegon!?" Rhaegar exclaimed.

"Make atonement to the Harpy!"

Several Sons of the Harpy rushed over, accusing in hoarse voices.

Swish!Swish!
In Rhaegar's eyes, they were moving as slowly as a snail. He drew out his true fire and beheaded them one by one.

Without stopping, fight your way out and find Aegon.

The Unsullied gathered in a circle, protecting the sea serpent and Aegon.

Aegon was in a daze, lying in the arms of the sea snake and touching the wound on his abdomen.

It was not until he put the bloody palm to his nose and sniffed it that he realized he had been stabbed.

"Don't be afraid, the wound is not fatal."

Rhaegar hurried over and used his Ouroboros to drill into the fleshy belly. "I'm going to die?"

Aegon's eyes were blank, and he complained about the unfairness of fate: "My Sunfire, I haven't ridden enough."

He is still married.

There is not even a child to inherit Yangyan.

However, no one paid any attention to him.

The sea snake looked serious and said urgently: "This is the slave owner's territory. We must retreat quickly."

"Protect Aegon. You go first."

Rhaegar responded calmly, reaching his fingers into Aegon's stomach and repairing the lacerated intestines.

"Aah~"

Aegon groaned subconsciously, his face twitching slightly.

"Take him and go!"

After healing the internal injuries, Rhaegar carried Aegon onto the back of the sea serpent, grasped the true fire and rushed out of the protective circle.

The Sons of the Harpy are few in number, but as fanatics they are not afraid of death.

The Unsullied lined up to resist, then slowly and calmly retreated.

Stab it!

Rhaegar beheaded the person who tried to stop him with a single blow of his sword, then threw open the tapestry and rushed into the corridor.

No matter what, the hybrid dragon king must die.

Besides, I don’t believe that Damon and his men can’t control the situation.

……

Meereen, Arena.

Syrax crawled slowly, and the tip of his tail broke through the iron gate.

"Come here, good girl."

Under the protection of the Unsullied, Rhaenyra quickly climbed onto the dragon's back.

"Kagero is out of control!"

Darren came running in, sweating profusely, with smoke billowing behind him.

"Listen, get on your dragon!"

Rhaenyra was anxious, so she buckled the saddle and rode the dragon to fly.

Above the city, Yang Yan was spewing fire like crazy.

Further away, two giant dragons could be vaguely seen trembling towards each other, and dragon flames dyed a large area of ​​the sky red.

"It's a mess, it's a complete mess!"

Daeron was in a trance for a moment, walking and retreating in search of Tessarion.

……

Thousands of miles high in the sky.

"Attack, Korakhuu!"

Damon's eyes were sharp as he kept an eye on his one-eyed nephew's movements.

"Hiss..."

Korakshuu was brave and fearless. He flapped his broad wings and pounced towards the ugly mud dragon.

"Dragon Flame!"

Aemond's one eye glowed coldly.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief hastily exhaled a breath of dragon flame and turned around to distance himself.

The shriveled dragon head glanced back, and one could clearly see the bloodworms opening their dragon mouths and the smelly saliva sticking to their dragon teeth.

A head-on confrontation with an opponent who is not afraid of death would be a fool.

As a wild dragon that has been tempered by many hardships, cunning is a habit engraved in his bones.

"Idiot, show some backbone!"

Imond was so eager to fight that he almost got his back sprained by a sheep thief.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief immediately spit out dragon fire to fight back, then dived down leisurely.

at this time,

Yang Yan stepped on a residential building and breathed out dragon flames anxiously.

pat!

A ball of brown dragon flame fell on the top of his head, and a charred spot appeared on the golden scales.

"Roar!!"

Yang Yan instantly became furious, his already anxious mood went mad, and he flapped his light pink wings and flew straight into the sky.

Separated by a layer of white clouds, the sky and the earth are divided into two.

The sheep thief avoided the pursuit of bloodworms and dived down from the clouds to the colorful ground.

"Shout!"

A giant golden dragon suddenly rushed out and bit one of the dragon's wings with its bloody mouth.

Click!

The dragon's teeth bit hard, and the scales broke into pieces.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief was so frightened that he bit the attacker's neck and tore off a piece of flesh.

"Damn, what the hell!"

Imond's body shook violently, and he suddenly saw the golden dragon clearly.

"Kagero?"

Aemond was slightly stunned, and said anxiously: "Aegon that fool!"

Even the dragon can’t watch it.

"Shout!"

Yangyan screamed in pain, which stimulated the bloodthirstiness in his bones and made him bite and flap his wings even harder.

Looking at the posture, I wish I could eradicate it completely.

"Go away, you golden worm!"

Aemond was shocked and angry, and gave the order: "Kill it, sheep thief!"

"Hiss!"

Even without the driver's order, the sheep thief couldn't help himself.

The Targaryen dragon rankings include a few rare adult dragons such as Vhagar and the Glutton.

The sheep thief who was born as a wild dragon was second only to Silver Wing in size, reaching an astonishing seventy to eighty meters.

Among the ranks of middle-aged dragons, it is definitely among the best.

On the other hand, Yang Yan has only recently reached adulthood, and his body size is just over thirty meters.

Comparing the two, the size difference is more than half.

But Yangyan never lacks the courage to fight across ages.

"Shout!"

He bit the mud dragon's wings tightly, vowing to teach it a lesson.

boom--

The sheep thief poured out a breath of dragon flame, burning the gorgeous light pink wing membrane.

Then, the dry sharp claws pierced through the golden scales, leaving a bloody cut on the chest.

"Shout!"

Everything happened in an instant. Yang Yan screamed miserably and subconsciously let go of the dragon kiss.

puff-

The sheep thief smelled the blood and took advantage of the situation to bite the ugly creature's neck, trying to bite it to death.

"One-Eye, uncle is here!"

Korakshuu dived down from the clouds, and Damon's playful shout echoed in the air.

Emond's expression tensed, and he said quickly: "Let it go, sheep thief!"

A dragon is too precious to be killed lightly.

Especially when two dragons are fighting and their strength is equal.

“Hiss~~”

The sheep thief didn't need any orders at all. He quickly released the dragon kiss that pierced the golden scales, turned around, spewed out a breath of dragon flame, and ran away.

At worst, it can just fight a protracted war. Its skeleton will definitely consume less energy than the opponent.

"Shout!"

Yang Yan managed to escape, but he was not afraid of death and wanted to give chase.

"Dragon Flame, Korakhuu!"

Damon treated them coldly and obviously would not show mercy to the third party.

boom--

Korakshu swooped down, and the scarlet dragon flame sprayed on the injured Yangyan.

"Roar..."

Yang Yan was unable to dodge in time, and her wings burst into flames, causing her to fall backwards in panic.

Korakxiu was a rebellious person by nature. He didn't even look at the golden dragon, but continued to chase it with his dragon tail swaying.

Rumbling--

Dragons in the sky fought, and the ground fell into chaos.

The Dothraki cavalry rushed into the city, and the buildings exploded one after another.

A pungent green flame rose up and spread with unstoppable force.

"Poison Fire, retreat quickly!"

"Someone attacked..."

Someone recognized it as wildfire, and before he could retreat, he was knocked down and killed by the enemy who rushed out from the corner.

There are constantly outsiders who attack the city, the Sons of the Harpy wearing golden masks.

……

"No! Daemon, Aemond..."

Rhaenyra rode over on Syrax and watched the battle between the two dragons in disbelief.

Korakhu was extremely ferocious. He pounced on the fleeing sheep thief and engaged him in an unresolved fight.

"Roar..."

Yang Yan screamed miserably, and fell down in a charred state, collapsing a large part of the buildings.

In an instant, a mushroom cloud formed by thick smoke rose.

"Rhaenyra, Aegon is wounded!"

The cobalt-blue Tessarion came hastily, and Daeron, in his saddle, called out nervously.

"Where's Rhaegar?"

Rhaenyra tried to keep calm and asked urgently.

The slaveholders’ counterattack was chaotic enough.

Only Rhaegar can stop the family infighting.

Darren didn’t know: “Big brother didn’t come out!”

"Exactly at this time!"

Rhaenyra sighed softly and patted the dragon's back: "It's time for you to do your part, good girl."

“Hiss~”

Syrax neighed and flew high into the sky with telepathic communication.

Slave owners are nothing more than that.

It also wants to try the weight of two adult dragons.

……

At this time, outside the city of Meereen.

A huge black dragon lay at the edge of the river, breathing as slowly as a mountain of coal.

"Sniff~~"

His nostrils twitched violently, as if he smelled an unusual odor.

Swah——

The vertical pupils suddenly opened, flashing a faint green light, full of cunning and cruelty.

(End of this chapter)