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

Chapter 556: Dragon Dance, Commanding the Dragons
"A rune and a blood sorcery."

A huge stone fell from Rhaegar's heart, and his fingertips touched the toad.

"Cuckoo."

The toad stood there stupidly, allowing itself to be rolled or flattened.

Rhaegar's eyes softened a little, and he looked at me, "You were the one who dragged me into Daenerys's dream and almost made me lose myself?"

This little thing is the black-robed wizard's dying counterattack.

An ancient broken rune, transformed into a curse that brings about nightmares.

The moment Rea was hit, the black-robed wizard's spiritual power was strangled.

This caused the nightmare curse's main body, the "Dream-Eating Toad", to crash on the spot and was unable to exert its full strength.

Instead, by accident, the combination of the dreamer's talent and the "dream vision" pulled Rega into a fantasy dream that spanned time and space.

In the process, he was gradually deprived of his five senses and almost became a living dead.

Perhaps it was the ancient Valyria and Daenerys in the dream that played a role, further stimulating the power of Rhaegar's bloodline.

"What a dangerous little fellow."

While rubbing the toad, Rega looked at the bloodline column on the explorer's panel.

Bloodline: Dragonborn (+60%)

From 59% to 60%, a class leap.

There is a “+” before the number, which means that the harvest from the dream still has potential.

"Cuckoo."

The toad was pinched into a pancake and made a stupid whimpering sound.

"I'll let you go as a favor to Denise."

Rhaegar's mouth curled up slightly, and he was very fond of the new clown thing.

In the past, the dreamer's talents and dream vision could only exist passively.

With the "Dream-Eating Tapir", a "rune spirit" between magic and spiritual power, it is equivalent to having the initiative.

"Hey, it hurts."

There was a trivial sound behind her, and the silver-haired woman got up with tears in her eyes.

Rhaegar glanced back, and the dream-eating toad and the Ouroboros disappeared at the same time.

One drilled into the forehead, and the other crawled back into the palm, turning into runes with gray smoke and black gas respectively.

"You killed him."

The silver-haired woman covered her face with her hair and clenched her hands nervously.

"Who?" Rhaegar glanced at the pseudo-dragon's corpse and frowned, "He is your brother."

He doesn't look like a brother at all.

The silver-haired woman uttered a mosquito-like "hmm" and silently moved away from the corpse with her bare feet.

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows and waved the dragon whip in his hand like a living thing.

The bloodline of the Fitznick family should be eradicated.

But after experiencing the dream of old Valyria, he had a stronger belief in the blood of the Dragon King...

Inexplicable tolerance.

pat!

A teardrop fell and broke into several splashes of water.

The silver-haired woman shed tears silently, bent down, picked up the pseudo-dragon's head, and put it into the corpse's arms.

Then, he walked to the body of the black-robed wizard and handed the package containing two fossilized dragon eggs to Rhaegar.

Rhaegar looked surprised, wanting to see what the other party was going to do.

"I'm sorry, please be quicker."

The silver-haired woman knelt on the ground, holding up her silver hair with trembling hands, sobbing softly: "I am a shameless person, I hope I won't be cursed when I die."

When her silver hair was tied into a headband, her delicate face was revealed, a mixture of beauty and ugliness.

Rhaegar was slightly startled and stared in amazement.

With fair skin and perfect facial features, she looks like a pretty girl from a small family.

However, his forehead and even half of his face were covered with fine pale scales, and his left eye was gray as if he was sick.

At first glance, it's horrifying.

Feeling Rhaegar's gaze, the silver-haired woman lowered her head quickly and said humbly, "I'm sorry for polluting your eyes."

Hearing this, Rhaegar came back to his senses and murmured, "No, this is not dirty."

The silver-haired woman was confused and raised her head timidly.

Having had an ugly face since childhood, he has developed the ability to read people's expressions.

"That's it. Look at me."

Rhaegar squatted down, raised his index finger and lifted the other's chin, and said seriously: "You are not a bastard, you deserve to live."

"What?" The silver-haired woman was stunned for a moment.

"You don't have to die."

Rhaegar said with certainty, "Have a good sleep and welcome a beautiful new life."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dragonborn state became apparent.

Black scales emerged from the forehead, a sharp dragon horn stood upright, and a smile appeared on the pale face.

"Cuckoo."

The silver-haired woman watched in fascination, and then heard a toad's cry.

Suddenly, his consciousness began to blur, his eyes rolled back and he fell asleep.

Rhaegar reached out and helped the limp body lie down on the floor.

Finally, I don’t have to bang my forehead on the ground.

"Cuckoo."

The dream-eating toad lay on his shoulder, opening its mouth wide to suck in wisps of gray mist.

Rhaegar put away the package containing the fossil dragon eggs, his eyes flashed with enlightenment, and he muttered, "Diana Fitznik, she is really a descendant of the Dragon King's family."

He casually patted the Dream-Eating Toad and encouraged him, "Well done, you clowns."

Dreams are the second conscious world of human beings, storing numerous memories.

The Dream-Eating Toad grows by feeding on the dreams of others, and selectively gives back to its holder.

It is just like an Ouroboros devouring the black energy of a wound, slowly enhancing the healing ability.

"Rune civilization is not inferior to blood witchcraft."

Rhaegar praised, standing up and walking back to the window.

He hasn't forgotten that there is a mess to be cleaned up.

"Hiss!"

As soon as he stuck his head out, the roar of a giant dragon was heard and dragon flames streaked across the sky.

Rhaegar looked down at the city and had a general idea of ​​the situation.

The city gates on all four sides were blocked, and the Unsullied army continued to advance to suppress the rebellious forces.

The Great Lord mingled with the Dothraki cavalry, unable to distinguish friend from foe.

"Hiss..."

A loud roar was heard in the air, and a stream of hot air rushed to the vicinity of the Great Pyramid.

Rhaegar looked up and saw three dragons fighting above the city.

Korakhuu and the Sheep Thief flew through the clouds, breathing dragon fire at each other.

A golden beast rushed around, fighting together with an ugly mud dragon.

"Retreat, Syrax!"

The cold call was delivered with Dragon Taming Language skills.

"Hiss!"

Syrax raised his head and roared, showing extraordinary ferocity, rushing towards his opponent spewing golden flames.

Korakshu was fighting with a sheep thief, and felt the heat and quickly evacuated, biting off a piece of mud-smelling horn from the Mud Dragon before leaving.

"His!"

The sheep thief roared in pain and spewed out dragon flames like a raging rage.

The melee was so intense that it was difficult to determine the winner.

Rhaegar stared with wide eyes at the rider who commanded the golden beast, and said in surprise: "Rhaenyra, you are also joining the battle." After saying this, he couldn't help but smile.

Rhaenyra on the dragon's back is more charming than she is when she lives deep in the palace.

"Don't fight, Syrax."

Hundreds of meters in the air, Rhaenyra's eyes were as sharp as torches as she directed the battle meticulously.

Syrax was very clever and carried out his rider's orders perfectly.

"Haha, there should be a limit to internal fighting."

Rhaegar laughed dumbly, looked around, and muttered, "Where's my dragon?"

Given the bad nature of a glutton and a troublemaker, he shouldn't have kept quiet.

"Roar……"

Suddenly, a familiar breath came.

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows and noticed something strange in an area of ​​the city where thick smoke was billowing.

Thick smoke rose into the sky and the flames spread far away.

Suspiciously, there were no escaped slaves nearby.

Rhaegar's eyes narrowed, staring intently through the thick smoke.

"Roar……"

A gust of hot wind swept through, and the thick smoke thinned slightly.

A pair of pale green vertical pupils as big as bronze bells appeared, and a majestic outline like a hill was crawling in the ruins.

"Glutton!"

Rhaegar whispered softly, his hands clenched on the window sill.

“Hiss~”

Yang Yan collapsed in the rubble, his chest bloodied and his wings badly burned.

But no matter how serious the injury is, it is not as serious as having a glutton around.

The Glutton's green eyes were dim as he looked down at Yang Yan indifferently, and his scarlet tongue licked the dragon's kiss.

The three dragons in the sky couldn't wait to fall down, so they took a sip of the ones on the ground first.

"What a jerk."

Rhaegar saw it clearly and his face turned cold.

I know it's unrealistic to expect a dragon-eating species to stop a dragon fight.

It is in line with one's nature to hope for casualties in the dragon fight and to take advantage of the situation.

"That's it for now."

Rhaegar was in a bad mood and turned around to search in the corridor.

In the room where the fake dragon escaped, there was a giant horn hanging on the wall.

Rhaegar didn't hesitate, he went into the room and took off the horn.

The horn has a gorgeous appearance, made entirely of ox horn and inlaid with gold and red gems.

Rega played with it for a while and was quite satisfied: "It's good enough for use."

When I returned to the window, the battle was still raging outside.

Rhaegar put one foot on the window sill and held the horn to his mouth with both hands.

The horn is huge, more than five feet long, almost covering most of the user's body.

"Thank you for the gift, Denise."

Rhaegar murmured, looking up and taking a deep breath.

Then, he bit his red lips and infused himself with fire magic.

next second.

"Uuuuuu——"

Rhaegar focused, and the horn blew.

The sound of the horn was rough and hoarse, like the passionate song of an old man.

With a humming sound, pitch-black flames emerged.

Rhaegar was intoxicated by the scene and appeared in his true form as a dragonborn, playing the long-lost dragon dance.

"Uuuuuu——"

The sound of the horn was like sparks, which spread all over Meereen in an instant and echoed throughout the city.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

In the air, three giant dragons were flying back and forth, and their pupils suddenly shrank when they heard the sound.

The sheep thief was so panicked that he seemed to have seen his natural enemy, and he hid in the clouds in a dusty state.

"Hiss!"

Syrax's pupils regained clarity, and he left the battlefield shaking his head.

Only Korakxiu was still restless, twisting his body like a snake and spewing dragon flames.

"Uuuuuu——"

Rhaegar gradually closed his eyes, focusing entirely on the rhythm of every note.

Before he knew it, the explorer's panel had changed.

【Rhaegar Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragonborn (+61%)

Runes: Bronze (green), Ouroboros (blue), Dream Eater (purple)

Blood Sorcery: Binding Spell (blue), Dragon Dance (purple)...

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

Comments: "Sound the ancient chapters and call upon the roots deep in your blood."

Rega was so immersed in it that he didn't realize that his bloodline was being purified bit by bit.

Let your chest hum and resonate, and use breathing techniques.

"Uuuuuu——"

The dragon dance changes from low to high pitch, as if a giant dragon has settled over the years and turned into a weapon of war that covers the sky and the sun.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton gave up the idea of ​​eating Yangyan, raised his head and let out a long roar, then took a step forward and flew away.

Boom——

The pitch-black dragon broke through the thick smoke and landed in front of the Great Pyramid.

With its wings supporting the ground, its back swayed slightly, hanging the terrifying dragon head under the window sill.

Rega seemed to sense something, and he stepped hard on the window sill and jumped out.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton gave a low growl and took the initiative to catch the driver, like a towering statue standing in front of the tower.

Rhaegar stood firm and played the final notes of the Dragon Dance.

hum-

An inexplicable aura emanated from every dragon.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

The cobalt-blue Tessarion howled to the heavens and carried its rider to the Great Pyramid.

Darren was stunned and did not rashly stop the dragon under his crotch.

at the same time,

Syracuse, the Sheep Thief, Caraxius...

Regardless of their emotions, the three dragons all gave up their desire to fight and slowly descended with caution.

"Haha, a group of dragons dancing together."

When the song ended, Rhaegar laughed loudly and sat down on the hard dragon head.

With a horn in his left hand and a dragon-taming whip in his right, he looked like the reincarnation of the Dragon King from old Valyria.

(End of this chapter)