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

Chapter 583: Perseverance Yang Yan
That night.

Slaver's Bay, Meereen.

The patter...

A heavy rain brought about a storm at sea, and the entire bay was plunged into torrential rain.

The slave city-state, which was more than half repaired, was shrouded in an indissoluble cloud.

Pyramids and arenas, regardless of size or ownership, are all bonfires that ignite repression.

"Hiss~~"

In the ruins, golden flames flickered and the roar of a restless dragon was heard.

Yangyan lay with his wings drooping on the bones of his enemies and goats. His gorgeous scales faded away from the charred black, and his wet wing membranes began to heal.

crackling——

A bolt of thunder struck, and silver light illuminated half of the sky.

"Hiss!!"

Yangyan suddenly raised his dragon head, supported the ground with his wings, and struggled to climb out of the mud mixed with bones and ashes.

Immediately, the bright golden pupils looked towards the direction of Westeros.

……

The Great Pyramid.

"Prince."

"..."

The corridor was dimly lit by candlelight. Daemon paced around in a loose robe, completely ignoring the greetings from the servants.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Suddenly, a sharp dragon roar spread like a sound wave, accompanied by a warning that was strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

Damon raised his brows and walked to a window with a gloomy face.

The dark clouds formed a line with the city, and only the cold rain curtain remained in the darkness.

"Hiss! Hiss!"

A giant golden dragon flew high into the sky, twisting and turning and unable to keep its balance. It flapped its wings and cried out in pain.

Damon's eyes narrowed, and he whispered, "The dragon is frightened."

After saying this, he turned back to his room to get his sword.

He had a premonition that Slave Bay was about to be destroyed.

……

"Hiss... Ga..."

In the arena, Korakshuu lay prone on the ground, stretching his neck and roaring towards the black iron gate.

The seemingly ordinary roar is actually intended to intimidate the villains outside.

Boom boom boom...

After a fierce fight and screams, the black iron gate was violently broken open.

"come on in!"

Grey Worm was covered in blood, and there was a crack on his black spiked helmet.

"Hiss..."

Korak's pupils flashed with ferocity, and scarlet dragon flames accumulated deep in his throat.

"Quiet!" Grey Worm was terrified. He raised his spear and round shield high to show his goodwill. He swallowed his saliva and said, "No dragon flame!"

He came to rescue, not to die.

Hearing the sophisticated Valyrian language, Korakshu hesitated and the dragon's kiss slowly closed.

"Huh!~" Grey Worm let out a long sigh, feeling glad that he got to participate in feeding the dragon every day.

"Stop, open the gate!"

Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, I heard a chaotic shouting outside.

A deep, magnetic voice immediately attracted the attention of Gray Worm and the bloodthirsty giant worm.

"Everyone get out of the way, be careful of the dragon flames coming."

Daemon had a grim expression on his face. He was wearing leather armor and holding a long sword. He pushed away the Unsullied who were blocking his way.

"Hiss..."

Seeing the driver coming, Korak's pupils relaxed a little and he let out a threatening neigh.

Daemon strode over and confronted him, "The lights of Meereen are on, what's going on!?"

"Prince, I just got the news too."

Gray Worm wiped the blood off his face and said solemnly:
"The craftsmen, scholars, women and children of the three slave city-states were relocated. The wise master, together with the saints and monks who were left behind, incited the uneasy slaves to start this long-planned riot."

Damon's face darkened, and he wanted to ask the other party how they defended the city-state, but it was useless to say these things when trouble came.

"Is the dock still in your hands?"

Damon's war brain started working and he immediately grasped the key.

Grey Worm nodded vigorously. "A hundred-man team has been controlling the banks of the Skadden River."

"Gather your forces and take your men and retreat."

Damon gave the order in a cold voice, and then rode on the giant dragon that had been prepared in advance.

"What about the city-state?"

Grey Worm hesitated, and said, "And you..."

Don't know what to say.

The exploration of the Sea of ​​Smoke failed, and the prince and his dragon returned to Meereen, spreading many rumors throughout the Slaver's Bay.

Some people say that no one can walk out of the sea of ​​smoke alive, and the bloodthirsty giant worm will surely die.

More rumors are about the status of the dragon.

The rumor spread throughout Meereen that the prince had been frightened out of his wits by the sea of ​​smoke and had fled back on his back, with his tail between his legs.

When landing in the city, the scarlet dragon fell down in a mess, and scarlet dragon blood flowed out.

Damon stepped one foot onto the ladder and said indifferently, "Mind yourselves. Slave Bay has lost its value."

"Hiss... Ga..."

Korakshuu is in tune with its rider, with its large wings supporting the ground and its snake-like body swaying in the air.

In front of the Unsullied army, it disappeared into the dark rain.

“Abandon the city-state.”

Grey Worm muttered to himself, repeating in his mind the moment when Korakhuu took off into the air.

A three-foot-long jagged wound was cut across the slender snake-like underbelly, and dragon blood would ooze out with large movements.

As the commander of the Meereen garrison, he knew best whether the rumors were true.

That bloodthirsty giant insect was indeed seriously injured.

Otherwise, those wise rulers and slaves would not dare to rebel openly.

Grey Worm's eyes flickered, and as he thought of the king's instructions before he left, he turned around and shouted, "Follow my command, leave the city!"

……

Three days later.

Sothoryos continent, green hell.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton had a mouth full of blood as it circled above the valley, holding two half-dead corpses of pterosaurs in its claws.

puff-

Gliding over the ruins of the forest, two broken corpses were left behind casually.

Look at that posture, it's like giving away a pile of garbage.

"His-"

The lush forest shook violently, and a gigantic dark green beast crawled out, its scarred body covered with fallen weeds and leaves.

There was even a shabby bird's nest made of dead branches in the middle of a pair of huge dragon horns.

The beast dragged its heavy body and slowly gnawed the corpse that had been smashed into pulp, not caring about the predator's emotions. "Steady, Ulagas!"

Rhaegar sat cross-legged, carving a piece of unfinished stone on the dragon's back.

"Roar……"

Ulagas, who was eating, growled and shook his body deliberately, causing the wounds on his chest and abdomen to tear and bleed.

Rega was carving seriously, and then he heard a "puff" sound, and a puff of black smoke came out of the stone in his hand.

In an instant, his face turned as black as charcoal.

"Uragas, I'm protecting you."

Rhaegar's eyelids twitched, and he took out his dragon whip and hit the broad dragon's back.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party was a special ancient dragon, people would be worried that it was too seriously injured and would be left dead in the wilderness.

He had long since left this barren, desolate place.

"Roar……"

Ulagas swallowed the pterosaur corpse in two or three bites, glanced at the silver-haired figure with his vertical pupils, and retreated into the woods as usual.

The stench of the dragon-eating creature lingered on its back and wouldn't go down.

Let it recall the driver who once "did not do his job properly".

"Forget it, it's up to you."

Rhaegar rolled his eyes, too lazy to argue with the lazy old dragon.

Ulagas growled reluctantly, returned to his original position and lay down lazily.

Experience tells it that if it is injured, it should just lie still and not move.

The pain will disappear little by little, and the wound will become one of the many scars on the body.

"I'm leaving, old man."

Rhaegar sighed and rubbed the rough scales reluctantly.

Ulagas looked back slightly, then continued to lie still.

Rhaegar's expression remained unchanged, and he was greatly relieved by this small gesture.

In those cloudy vertical pupils, the numbness caused by the wear and tear of time disappeared, and turned into deep disgust mixed with a hint of relief.

Although emotional feedback is subtle, it is better to have emotions than not to have them.

A three-hundred-year-old dragon was worth his time to restore some of its vitality.

……

noon.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton fell to the ground with a bang, and several complete pterosaur corpses piled up in front of him, attracting countless flies and insects.

"Uragas, recover from your injuries."

Rhaegar looked up and weighed a dark red dragon egg covered with stone in his hand.

"Roar……"

Ulagas slowly lowered his head, and two silver-haired figures with unfriendly pupils appeared.

Daeron hid behind his eldest brother, holding a pitch-black dragon egg in his arms.

There is no doubt that the dragon eggs were laid by the giant beast in front of us.

Rhaegar stretched out his hand to block his younger brother and raised his voice: "I will take the dragon egg and help you hatch it."

"His-"

Ulagas roared, dragon fire building up deep in his throat.

"In return, this dragon egg is for you!"

Rhaegar was calm, cursed "old bitch" inwardly, and threw out the dark red dragon egg that had turned into a fossil.

"Roar……"

Ulagas' pupils narrowed, and he opened his mouth to swallow the dark red dragon egg that was so thick that it was difficult to fit between his teeth.

The fishy and smelly saliva splashed out, but the dragon egg didn't even make a splash.

But the old dragon hesitated for a moment, slowly lay back to its original position, twisted its neck and hid its head under the cover of its wings.

After a while, a low wailing sound echoed in the forest.

"Brother, what's going on?"

Darren was stunned.

"Hiss!"

Tessarion hid behind the driver, poking out his dragon head and watching carefully.

Rhaegar ignored the tacit understanding between the man and the dragon and said sadly, "That is its brother."

The pale dragon laid a total of three dragon eggs, one of which hatched Uragas.

There were two dragon eggs left, one with broken shells and the other failing to hatch and becoming a fossil.

Feeding the fossil dragon eggs to Uragas is also another form of bone and blood fusion.

"Let's go and get back to the Stone Steps Islands by tomorrow night."

Rhaegar didn't look any more and simply climbed onto the dragon's back.

Ulagas was too badly injured to take to the air.

Staying in the Green Hell, which has existed for two hundred years, is safer than anywhere else.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton let out a long roar towards the sky, picked up two relatively intact pterosaur corpses, and soared lightly into the sky.

Daeron strapped the black dragon egg to his chest and rode Tessarion in pursuit.

Two giant dragons, one black and one blue, flew away together and disappeared into the thick white clouds in front of Uragas.

Ulagas' pupils were fixed in a daze. He raised his broken left dragon wing and silently gnawed at the pile of long-winged dragon corpses.

Everything is as usual, waiting for time to pass.

It seems so.

"His-"

After an unknown amount of time, a hollow, melodious whine echoed through the forest.

A cluster of orange-yellow and green dragon flames burst out, igniting the lush treetops that blocked the view.

……

The next day.

The weather is clear and the white clouds are floating.

"Hiss-"

The pitch-black dragon flew over the Summer Sea, and the scattered islands of the Stone Steps Archipelago appeared below.

Lei Jia leaned back, his black robe covering his face, and basked in the sun comfortably.

"Hiss! Hiss!"

One neigh after another came, disturbing the peaceful flight.

Rhaegar was slightly startled, and quickly threw off his black robe and sat up.

"Hiss!"

A giant golden dragon was flying precariously at low altitude, dragging its unhealed body, with dragon blood flowing from its broken wings.

The red blood fell into the sea, emitting hot white smoke.

"Kagero!?"

Rhaegar's eyes changed slightly, looking very strange.

"Hiss! Hiss!"

Yang Yan screamed miserably and fell on a small island covered with green plants.

As soon as he stood up, he flapped his dragon wings defiantly and jumped forward.

Rhaegar was stunned and whispered, "It jumped all the way here like this?"

(End of this chapter)