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

Chapter 552 Maleficent
tick~
The corridor is deep, the bricks and stones are dark in color, and the water drops fall crisply.

Rhaegar looked around, looking for the hiding place of the hybrid dragon king.

call out--

A strong wind blew from behind, passing by my ears.

Rhaegar's eyes flashed, he turned his head to avoid the hidden arrow, turned his waist and kicked with his leg.

The crossbow arrow shot back and a body fell to the ground behind.

"go!"

A hoarse command was heard in secret, and a figure swayed quietly.

"You can only attack someone from behind. That's all you can do."

Rhaegar was very calm and collected a lot of information with his keen hearing.

The shouting and screaming in the palace has disappeared, and Aegon should move to a safe place.

The roar of a giant dragon could be vaguely heard, accompanied by violent explosions.

Rhaegar hesitated a little and asked suspiciously: "Does the great master have such a method?"

A group of slave owners, whose essence is only plunder and bloodshed.

If you dare to confront the dragon head-on, there is no guarantee that you will have any backup plan.

As I walked and thought, everything around me was quiet.

Until the end of the corridor, a ray of light appeared in the darkness.

Wow!

Lei Jia pulled down the curtains on the window, and the dazzling sunlight pushed away the darkness.

"Hiss!"

The fierce dragon roar echoed, causing a stinging pain in the eardrums.

Rhaegar narrowed his eyes, raised his hands to block the strong light, and saw two giant dragons galloping in the air.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Korakhuu was as domineering as ever, soaring through the sky and chasing freely.

Rhaegar was stunned until he saw his opponent and asked in confusion, "Aemond?"

The sheep thieves fled in all directions and never fought with Korak, and the brief contact ended in a split second.

This style of play perfectly illustrates the word "vulgar".

boom--

A flash of cobalt blue dragon flame flashed across the door of the Great Pyramid.

"Kill the Great Lord, don't let them escape!"

"Here are the Sons of the Harpy!"

"..."

Rhaegar looked closely and saw that the whole city was in chaos, with various forces fighting against each other.

The four city gates were blocked and the Unsullied army launched a siege.

A group of Dothraki cavalrymen fought with slave soldiers, and corpses were piled in the streets.

"These great masters are really crazy."

Rhaegar's mouth twitched slightly, and he could not accept the great masters' desperate struggle.

Do you really think that poisoning and assassination can force the Targaryens to reduce their numbers?

"Hiss!"

In mid-air, the sheep thief screamed sharply and once again engaged in close combat with Korakxiu.

"Damon, what on earth are you going to do?"

There was confusion in Rhaegar's eyes.

Aemond suddenly appears and Dothraki cavalry enters the city.

It's all coincidence.

The fight between Daemon and Aemond must have been a personal vendetta.

Rhaegar became annoyed and drew out his dragon whip and stepped back.

We cannot tolerate the internal fighting between these two fools, and the family dragon must not be harmed.

boom--

He turned around and ran outside, bumping into a delicate body head-on.

No softness and fragrance.

The other party didn't even utter a scream before he was knocked unconscious with his eyes rolled back.

"Diana!?"

Before I could take a closer look, a silver-haired young man exclaimed.

Rhaegar paused and his eyes suddenly changed.

Davis had messy silver hair, a jingling silk package on his shoulder, and shackles on his hands and feet.

The silver-haired girl who was knocked over just now also had bright silver hair.

"A descendant of Fitznick."

Rhaegar grinned, not expecting the other party to fall into his trap.

Davis stood there in a daze, looking at the silver-haired and purple-eyed man in front of him, and denied it flatly: "No, the fake Dragon King ran away a long time ago."

"Oh, who is she then?"

Rhaegar kicked the dead girl and asked, "Such a dress of silk and satin is not something that ordinary Valyrians can afford."

Davis panicked and tried to argue: "She is my sister, the concubine of the great master, and she is very favored."

Rhaegar listened with a smile, the knuckles of his right hand turning white as he gripped the dragon whip.

One of the women in the Fitznick family did marry a great master.

Davis kept backing away and begged for mercy: "Don't kill me, my sister has a great figure, I'll give her to you."

"Not stupid yet."

Rhaegar's smile did not reach his eyes, and he said softly: "Unfortunately, you are the root of trouble."

The big hand was raised and the whip was like a dragon.

"do not want!"

Davis' face was pale and his crotch was wet.

crackling——

A pitch-black whip wrapped around the neck, pale bones pierced the flesh, and a head flew into the air.

"Vulnerable."

Rhaegar treated him coldly.

The headless corpse fell to the ground, and the silk wrapping and gold and silver tableware were scattered all over the ground.

Bang!

There was a heavy, muffled sound, and the object was quite heavy.

Rhaegar lifted the silk and pulled out a gray dragon egg.

The dragon egg is gray and its base color cannot be seen.

There is a layer of stone skin on the surface, which emits a fishy smell mixed with sulfur.

"Fossilized dragon eggs."

Leijia's pupils shrank slightly, and he smelled a special fishy smell, and asked in surprise: "Has anyone tried to hatch with blood witchcraft?"

He once discovered a giant dragon skeleton in Sothoryos and a destroyed evil blood sorcery in a nearby cave.

The surface of the gray dragon egg is bumpy and part of the stone skin has fallen off.

According to the traditional records of blood witchcraft, this is a form of baptism with blood.

Cleanse with dragon blood and awaken dormant vitality.

"Obviously, it failed."

Rhaegar murmured, put away the defective gray dragon egg, and became extremely alert in his heart.

Blood sacrifice wizards harm others and themselves, depriving life force and giving it to dead things.

To be able to perform this blood witchcraft, the amount of knowledge mastered must be astonishing.

Suddenly, a pair of eyes stared at me from behind.

Rega had sharp senses and was instantly horrified.

"who!"

I turned around hastily and saw a red mask.

The man in black robe stood like a dead man, watching silently.

The moment Rhaegar spotted him, he cut his pale wrist with a knife.

A stream of thick blood spurted out and fell on the floor, forming tadpole patterns.

"Great Lord of Light, listen to my call..."

The man in black robe clasped his hands together and prayed in a mysterious voice.

In his arms, there was still a cloth bag containing two fossilized dragon eggs.

Rhaegar laughed in anger and swung out his dragon whip.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The tadpole patterns squirmed vividly, gathering into a simulated toad, which leaped over with a croak.

Gollum~
Rhaegar pulled up the dead girl to block him, but the strange toad passed through the body and dived into his forehead like diving.

In a flash, the dragon-taming whip pierced the snake's tongue and strangled the black-robed man's neck.

The head fell to the ground, and the red mask shattered into pieces.

A pale old face as dry as tree bark, and a wide-open mouth with blood gushing out of all seven orifices.

On the other side, Rega felt a chill on his forehead and a dizzy feeling filled his brain.

My vision gradually blurred and I shook my head hard to stay awake.

A ball of sticky black water came out of the human head's mouth, emitting a strong and strange smell.

"What the hell, it's from Yasha again..."

Rega was in a daze and before he could finish his words, he pushed down the dead girl.

At the last second before consciousness disappeared, the dragon-taming whip pierced through the human head's mouth.

Zi La La...

The magical material of Valyrian steel mixed with special leather, when it comes into contact with the sticky black water, it is like oil boiling on fire, and flames burst out in an instant.

Rhaegar fell into a deep sleep, and could vaguely hear a sharp wail full of resentment in his ears.

"Nightmare! Nightmare!"

It sounded like the name of bloody witchcraft was being shouted, but unfortunately the person under the spell could no longer hear it.

The midday sun was exceptionally bright, making the corridor very bright.

The three and a half corpses were lying there, looking out of place in the environment.

The dead girl was about to wake up, but she was ruthlessly pressed down by Rhaegar, and her head hit the ground, causing her to faint.

"twitter……"

The bird flew to the window and tilted its head to look at the scene curiously.

……

King's Landing, Red Keep.

Viserys lay in his chambers, breathing in a long, deep nap.

boom--

A bird flew around aimlessly and hit the glass window heavily.

Viserys frowned slightly, his breathing rhythm was slightly disordered, but he was still sleeping soundly.

hum-

Suddenly, a sense of induction came over me.

Viserys immediately fell into a dream and saw two giant dragons fighting each other, with dragon blood and flames coloring the sky.

next second.

The dream suddenly shattered and turned into countless tiny pieces of sand.

Viserys woke up suddenly, his eyes filled with mixed emotions, his lips trembling, "Rhaegar..."

……

Reese, the tower.

"Black spools, green spools, the descendants of dragons weaving dragon spools."

Helena's silver hair fell to her shoulders as she slowly turned the loom.

hum-

A soft ringing sound came from my ears, like ripples in a clear spring.

Helena stopped moving, a look of confusion appeared in her clear eyes.

It seemed like I heard something and saw something.

Helena didn't know what was going on, so she crawled to the center of the carpet like a child and started sewing a new tapestry.

In one corner of the tapestry, three cities in a line were burning with fire and several giant dragons were baring their fangs and claws.

Helena was clever and continued to sew two little men in black robes to drive away an ugly toad.

"The girl's ballads are sung, and the dragon's descendants weave dragon dreams..."

……

Far away overseas.

Rhaegar lay on the green grass in a daze.

I opened my eyes and was pierced by the strong sunlight.

"Hi~!"

Rhaegar took a deep breath and felt a splitting headache.

I shook it hard, and it felt like a mallet was poking into my ear hole and stirring my brain.

"Ugh~~"

I felt dizzy and started retching uncontrollably.

"Cuckoo."

Rhaegar knelt on his knees, and beneath him he heard the toads croaking in protest.

When I feel really uncomfortable, I almost vomit out all the acid.

Rhaegar accidentally met a pair of dark, dead fish eyes.

"What the hell!?"

The sudden attack almost made Rega jump three feet high.

"Cuckoo."

A gray toad lay on the ground, calmly shaking off the vomit all over its body.

Rhaegar's eyes widened in surprise, "What an ugly toad?"

The color itself is bad, the skin is covered with dense pimples, and it has a pair of swollen green eyes.

Suddenly, Rhaegar's mind became clear and he recalled the scene before he fell asleep.

The hybrid dragon king tried to escape with his sister, but he was caught and killed.

The man in black robe was also trying to run away, but when he was seen by him, he got angry and cursed him.

"Damn it, where does this get me."

Rega was stunned and slapped the back of his head hard.

The key question suddenly came to my mind.

Looking around, the grassland stretches as far as the eye can see, and there are snow-capped peaks in the distance.

Rhaegar became increasingly confused, and reached out to scoop out a piece of dirt and rubbed it.

The cool and refreshing feeling proves that the soil moisture is not low.

Rhaegar was completely stunned.

It is well known that the land in Slaver's Bay is barren.

It is impossible to have such an area with a pleasant environment and fertile land.

rustling...

There were footsteps behind me, accompanied by the girl's cold call:

"Gaimon, your father wants you to go home."

Rhaegar suddenly turned around and caught a glimpse of a purple-eyed girl with silver hair braided into an exquisite braid.

"Cuckoo."

The toad croaked and leaped into his arms.

Rhaegar was startled and quickly reached out to take it.

When I lowered my head, I suddenly found that my big hands had shrunk and turned into a pair of white and tender baby hands.

"what's the situation?"

Rhaegar was stunned and quickly checked his body.

He was less than three feet tall, with short and thin arms, and had no sense of strength at all.

You don't need to look in the mirror to know that your body has shrunk.

"Gaimon, don't make me yell for the second time."

The silver-haired girl had a stern face and her thin body looked frail.

"Who is Gaimon?"

Rhaegar held the toad in one hand and subconsciously reached out to touch his face.

A scar appeared out of nowhere on the left eye, running through the upper and lower cheeks, but the eyeball was not injured.

(End of this chapter)