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

Chapter 642: Killing King Dalton

"Hiss-"

The Gluttonous dragon led the way, and dark green dragon flames poured out like a flood, splashing onto the golden sea monster ship that was in the lead.

Boom——

The loud noise was like thunder, and the three masts shattered at the same time. Green fire like maggots on the tarsal bones spread over every iron species.

Accompanied by mournful wails, a bright candle was lit on the sea.

"Damn it! Run away!"

Dalton jumped onto the deck, tumbling and crawling, but found that there was no place to land.

In just a moment, the pervasive green fire attached to the armor.

"what!……"

The high temperature steamed the flesh, and the exposed arms were torn into pieces in an instant.

Dalton's eyes were bulging with anger, and he pulled out "Nightfall" and cut off his left arm.

With a "sizzle" sound, blood splattered and the fishy and salty armor was quickly stripped off.

"Roar——"

Uragas flew into the sky, spewing green dragon flames wantonly, and its wide milky yellow wings swept up the fierce wind.

The surrounding ships had no power to resist and were blown into pieces, sinking to the bottom of the sea in flames.

"Damn it, I'm King Dalton!"

Dalton shouted in rage, raised his sword and stabbed the fleeing fireman to death.

Soon, the entire ship was engulfed in flames, with thick black smoke billowing.

Pfft!
Dalton was so terrified that the high temperature singed one of his ears, and he jumped into the sea in a panic to escape.

The only time the Iron Race can be safe is in the sea.

"Leave no one behind!"

Rhaegar was merciless, his eyes full of coldness.

The Glutton's green vertical pupils were sinister, and a continuous low growl came out of his throat. He swooped down and crushed several small boats with his hind legs.

"Dragon Flame!"

Helena came riding the Dreamfire, her light voice echoed, and the light blue dragon flame covered the azure ocean.

It has been a long time since I last rode a dragon into battle, so it is inevitable that I might not be careful when I attack.

Menghuo swooped down excitedly, and dragon flames spread like clouds and mist, covering the iron race who wanted to jump into the sea.

Iragas and Gray Shadow are smaller in size, interspersed between the three adult dragons.

The combination of pitch-black dragon flames and scorching fireballs can always unleash astonishing destructive power.

"Where are the people?" Rhaegar looked down from above, trying to find the red sea monster who would inherit the throne of Seastone.

At this moment, the Iron Islands must be destroyed.

Every Greyjoy must be burned at the stake.

Boom boom boom!
Heavy drumbeats were heard from the sea behind, and a well-equipped fleet emerged on the horizon.

The sails are hung with roaring lions, green towers, purple grapes...

It is a coalition of the Westerlands and the Reach that brings together the Lannister, Hightower, and Redwyne families.

Rhaegar glanced away and shouted to his eldest son, who was riding a dragon around him: "Burn all the ships and wait for me to come back!"

"Hiss-"

Without waiting for Baelon to respond, the Glutton, who was in tune with his mind, suddenly rushed out and headed straight for the Iron Islands ahead.

……

Old Wyke Island.

Dalton swam all the way back to Pike Island, found a small boat hidden on the beach, and rowed to the starting point, Old Wyke Island.

"Ho ho..."

After climbing up the beach of Old Wake Island with great effort, Dalton was panting and collapsed in the rising and falling tides.

With the roar of the waves, the burning heat all over the body was cooled down.

What follows is that the salt in the sea water stings the skin, bringing excruciating torture.

"Ah! Damn dragon!"

Dalton's remaining ear was filled with sea water, and his desire to survive caused him to crawl up from the beach.

If you don't run away, you're really going to die.

There is a secret passage under the Naga Terrace on Old Wyke Island, which hides the gold and jewels that have been looted over the years.

The Iron Islands were gone, and he had to take the gold with him.

"Run, you have to run."

Dalton's eyes were red as he staggered toward the hill.

Once he gets to Bluffs and deposits his gold in the Iron Bank, he can recruit a bunch of villains and live a life of power.

boom--

A fierce wind swept across the sky, and a dark dragon as big as a mountain blocked out the sun, casting a shadow over the entire island.

Rhaegar looked down and saw nothing on the desolate island.

The most eye-catching thing is the Naga ribs standing on the high hills.

"Does the skeleton of a sea dragon count as a relic?"

Rhaegar complained inwardly and patted the dragon's back to signal it to land.

Legend has it that there was once a unique sea dragon in Westeros. It was so huge that it could swallow up the clouds and block out the sun. It fed on sea monsters and sea beasts, and its huge mouth could swallow an entire island.

The first Grey King of the Iron Islands was born. He fought with the sea dragon Naga for three days and three nights and killed it with his sword.

The forty-four ribs of Naga became the pillars for building the palace, and her head was made into a throne under her buttocks in the gray sea.

Even the towering teeth are set into the crown as a symbol of the legend.

It is said that the blood of the Naga can light a lamp and keep it burning forever.

But after the death of the Grey King, the Drowned God extinguished the last flame of the Naga.

"You are a ghost, but your ribs are not as big as a glutton's."

Rhaegar took one look and couldn't help but sneer.

The head serves as a throne and the teeth decorate the crown, which shows that the size of the sea dragon Naga is just that.

Balerion's skull lies in the crypts of the Red Keep, and his throat is wide enough for a mammoth to pass through.

boom--

The Glutton fell to the ground with a bang, and its huge hind legs crushed several Naga ribs, leaving gray bone fragments all over the ground.

Rhaegar jumped off the dragon's back and carefully searched the Naga platform.

Taking the time to compare the two, the gap between Naga Ribs and Glutton became more and more obvious.

Naga's ribs are very tall, comparable to some large castles.

The Glutton merely crawled on the ground, with his sturdy chest parallel to the highest part of his ribs, and even his ferocious dragon head unable to drop.

"Where are you!?"

Rhaegar drew the black fire from his waist and shouted with a gloomy look in his eyes: "Dalton, get out of here."

Isn’t it called the “Red Sea Monster”?

Covered in blood, killed countless people...

Then come out and fight him in single combat to see who is the most powerful warrior in the Seven Kingdoms.

"Dalton, don't be a coward. Your fleet is destroyed because of you!"

Rhaegar stuck his sword into the ground, and his noble silver-gold hair moved without wind.

It has been so long since he last wielded a sword that many people have forgotten his martial arts skills.

A mere Greyjoy dares to rebel.

However, Dalton did not respond to him, and the long-lost system prompt sounded abruptly. "This exploration mission is now open, the target is the skeleton of the sea dragon Naga."

Hearing the explorer's voice in his ears, Rhaegar grinned and looked at the Naga ribs that looked like a big hand.

The forty-four tall ribs really look like palace walls.

Suddenly it looks much better.

the other side.

Dalton entered the secret passage under the Naga platform, and then there was a tremor on the ground above his head, followed by the clear and loud shout of a young man.

"Only an idiot would fight you."

Dalton gritted his teeth and shuttled through the dark secret passages.

Everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knew that the King on the Iron Throne was young and had been given the title of "Young Dragon" before he ascended the throne.

Plus a blue-eyed black dragon that's bigger than several ships combined. Who dares to fight him one-on-one?

Outside, thick smoke from the sea blew to Old Wyke Island.

"Hiss-"

The glutton smelled the aroma of burnt meat and fell to the ground, uttering a long, loud moan.

One of the dragon's wings swung forward, and the short fingers of its front limb crushed a stone slab, revealing the entrance to the secret passage in the dust.

"Huh?" Rhaegar was about to take out the glass candle to scout when he jumped into the entrance with a smile.

So it’s hidden here!

If the glutton wasn't hungry, he would have to spend time looking for it.

click-

He stepped on a bone and broke it, and the smell of mold and rot rushed into his nose.

Rhaegar held his breath and returned to his dragonborn state.

Scales and horns appeared on the forehead, the purple eyes turned into vertical pupils, and the closed dark space instantly became bright.

Dragons can see at night, and so can dragonborn.

"Dalton, where are you!"

Rhaegar smiled playfully and followed the messy footprints on the ground.

It's just a cat and mouse game.

He lost a son, and everyone involved paid the price.

Rega was agile and ran faster and faster as he became familiar with the environment.

The two men, one chasing and one fleeing, soon met at a corner not far from the exit.

"Dalton, die!"

Wisps of black fire appeared on Rhaegar's stern face, and he rushed forward with the black sword "Blackfire" in his hand.

Dalton was terrified and limped back: "Don't come over here, there are traps everywhere."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Lei Jia shouted loudly, and the black robe around him fluttered, and streaks of black fire spread from the ground.

In an instant, the exit of the secret passage was blocked and several tongues of fire pounced on the enemy.

"You are the king, I will fight you."

Dalton had no way to retreat, so he held "Nightfall" tightly in one hand and fought back.

A pitch-black tongue of fire sprang up, wrapped around his blistered waist, and pinned him to the spot.

Another tongue of pitch-black fire followed, wrapping around the right hand holding the sword.

The flesh was burnt to a crisp, and only bones remained of the rootless fingers.

"Do you have what it takes to fight me?"

Rhaegar sneered and approached step by step.

As the King of the Iron Throne and the King of the Iron Islands stood face to face, the narrow secret passage was filled with dark flames that swallowed up all the light.

"You know magic!?"

Dalton's jaw dropped, cold sweat dripping down his chin.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you anymore. You don't deserve to listen."

Rhaegar looked down on him, holding the black fire in his hand and resting it on his neck, and said contemptuously: "King Dalton, your life ends here."

After saying this, he pulled the sword with his right hand, and a black light flashed on the blade.

The burnt head rolled to the ground and the headless body was about to fall.

Before that puff, tongues of pitch-black flames surged up, burning the wreckage into white bones.

Rega's eyes were indifferent. He stood on tiptoe to pick up the "Nightline" on the ground, and casually caught it and made a sword flower.

"This exploration mission begins, the target is the Valyrian steel sword - Nightfall."

The system prompt sounded again, as beautiful as the tune of a harp.

"There's another surprise."

Rhaegar held Nightfall in his hand to observe and restore a little goodwill towards the red sea monster that had been crushed to ashes.

Valyrian steel swords are extremely rare, and every collection contains one less.

Little Emon was carrying the "true fire" with him before the accident, and the child and the clan sword disappeared together.

"This sword is very unique. Leave it to the children."

Rhaegar stroked the bat-shaped hilt of the sword and slung it across his back.

No wonder it is named "Ye Lin", it does have dark characteristics.

It just so happens to go well with the names "Black Flame" and "Dark Sisters".

……

At night, fires swept across the Iron Islands.

The Lannister fleet patrolled the islands, killing anyone who came alive.

The king has decreed that no one from the Iron Islands should be left alive.

Whether they were ironborn, mercenaries, or captured hostages, they were all sentenced to death.

From this day forward, the Iron Islands are completely devoid of human life.

Old Wyke Island, Naga High Hill.

Rhaegar sat leaning against his tall ribs, with Helena and Baelon leaning on his broad arms, one on each side.

The three of them enjoyed the sea breeze and dozed off with their eyes closed.

The glutton was nowhere to be seen, and I wonder if he went out to look for food.

Menghuo and Ulagas were crawling nearby, guarding the family of three.

The night is getting darker.

A voice sounded, waking up Rhaegar who had just taken a short rest.

"This exploration is over, please pick up the lost treasures."

Rega opened his eyes and the system panel appeared.

[Skeleton of Sea Dragon Naga]

Exploration progress: 100%
[Valyrian Steel Sword - Nightfall]

Exploration progress: 100%
"It's really fast."

Rhaegar muttered, guessing the quality of the relic.

Two purple halos were suspended at the feet, and they turned into tiny spots of light when touched lightly.

Bo~~
"The relic was picked up successfully, under detection..."

"The inspection was successful, and it was determined to be an epic relic, Naga's Tears."

"…Judged to be an epic relic, the Night Spirit has descended."

(End of this chapter)