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

Chapter 646: Unknown Wild Dragon

"Your Majesty, what do you mean?"

Elena felt a chill down her spine, and she had a stubborn streak.

"It's obvious."

Rhaegar spread his hands and said calmly, "Submit or die."

Each instability is more annoying than the next.

Slave Bay ran into the dragon's mouth itself, so it can't blame others.

At worst, we can start wars on multiple fronts. With the help of the gluttons and the dragon riders in the family, we can eliminate 90% of the threats in the world today.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton roared softly, strands of green fire emanated from its dragon mouth, and it stared deeply with malicious intent.

The slave owners were terrified, and some even wet their pants.

It would be better to die than to face a dragon.

At least it's more comfortable to end your life.

"Submit or die!?"

Rhaegar's eyes narrowed slightly, flashing a dangerous light.

He also had to avenge his second son and had no patience to waste time here.

"I……"

Feeling the threat of death, Elena slowly lowered her proud head and gritted her teeth: "Choose to surrender."

It's better to be alive than dead.

We went through so much trouble to get out of the land of long summer, not to show off our bravery and die.

"Very good." Rhaegar smiled and waved his hand casually.

"Roar……"

The Glutton shook its huge dragon head and slowly distanced itself from the Great Pyramid.

The intimidating growl still came out of his throat, spreading fear to the hearts of everyone present.

The giant black dragon withdrew and everyone in the hall heaved a sigh of relief.

The slave owners fell down with weak legs, and cold sweat soaked their clothes on their chests and backs.

Elena managed to remain calm, her throat rolling: "Bring Master Jason with you."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The Unsullied at the door lowered their heads and hurried out.

Soon, a sloppy man with disheveled hair and tattered clothes was brought up.

"Jason Lannister?"

Rhaegar took a quick glance and almost failed to recognize him.

How did Duke Jason, who used to be so high and mighty and dressed more exquisitely than a noble lady, end up like this?

"His Majesty?"

Jason pushed aside his dirty hair and couldn't help but burst into tears: "Why are you here? I knew the Iron Throne would not give up on me."

As he spoke, he fell to his knees with a thud, covering his face with his hands and crying loudly.

She was crying and kicking her legs.

Who could have imagined how he had gotten through these past few months?

He was locked up in a cramped slave cell every day, and beaten up in the arena every few days.

"His Majesty!!"

Jason was as aggrieved as a 90-pound child, crying and howling: "I can't eat enough and can't sleep, and they abuse the Duke of a Realm."

Rhaegar: ...

At this moment, his mother tongue is speechless.

"How embarrassing." Meka muttered quietly.

Rhaegar's face was gloomy, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Get up first, I will arrange a ship to take you back to Lannister Port."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

When Jason heard that he could go home, he rolled over and crawled to his feet.

His agile movements were nothing like the fat and noble duke he used to be.

“The big arena is really a test for you.”

Meka took advantage of the opportunity and added another sentence.

It seems that not taking Duke Jason with me last time was not a wrong decision.

"Your Majesty, I have no intention of making things difficult for him."

Elona strode forward and said contemptuously, "He is a stingy person. Casterly Rock is rich, but he is unwilling to spend gold to redeem himself."

I've never seen such a stingy person who values ​​money more than his life.

"I agree." Jason's face was covered with snot and tears.

"That was later." Elena turned her head away and said sarcastically, "But still no one gave me gold."

No one from the westerlies came to redeem the prisoners, and the letters sent to Lord Tyran in Volantis fell on deaf ears.

Rhaegar was in mixed emotions. He waved his hands like he was shooing away a fly and said, "The farce is over. Arrange for someone to take him to wash up."

This is not a mockery of Jason Lannister, it's simply a slap in the face.

Now that things have come to this, there is no intention to stay.

Rhaegar pulled out the family sword Blackfyre from the ground and said without question: "Prepare a fleet to support the battlefield in the Basilisk Islands. Slaver's Bay will be under the rule of the Iron Throne from now on."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Elena was a little dissatisfied, but she had no choice but to bow her head.

Isn’t it just bringing it under our governance?

Anyway, it is an aristocratic system, so just obey orders and not declarations.

Rhaegar glanced at her, called Maekar and walked out of the hall.

I don't expect the other party to surrender completely, as long as they can hand it over to me when I want to use it.

Don't cause trouble and let Slave Bay develop as it pleases.

For a long time, above Meereen.

"Hiss-"

A giant black dragon soared into the sky, and its pair of dragon wings were like a curtain hanging from the sky, fanning gusts of wind to blow it away.

The silver-gray young dragon followed closely and roared at the soldiers on the city wall before leaving.

The frightened soldiers turned pale and almost fainted on the spot.

Inside the Great Pyramid.

Elena looked at them quietly from afar and murmured softly, "It's great to have a dragon."

There is a world of difference between the Dragon King's family with dragons and the Dragon King's family without dragons.

If only the Dianelija family still had a dragon, even a hatchable dragon egg.

Why should she be so eager to get close to the Targaryen family and be controlled by them?

"Sister~~"

A simple and honest male voice came from behind, and it seemed that he had something in his mouth.

Elena turned around and saw the handsome boy with a silly look on his face. She said helplessly, "Why did you run out?"

"Eat, eat."

The handsome young man drooled as he pulled out a candy from his satin clothes.

His mouth was filled with various candies.

"Okay, sister, eat."

Elena looked melancholy. She took the candy and wiped the other person's saliva.

There is nothing in the land of long summer, and the only food every day is mutton and grass roots.

Once you get out of that cursed land, you can eat whatever you want and wear whatever you want.

"Take him away and tell the slave girl to take good care of him."

Elena held the slightly salty candy in her mouth and gave instructions to her most capable captain, Racharino.

Recharino, dressed as a woman in a purple dress, smiled rudely as he hugged the queen's brother, carried him on his shoulders and walked towards the bedroom filled with perfume.

Elena watched the two leave, feeling somewhat guilty.

My younger brother is so stupid, yet he is responsible for continuing the bloodline.

"Her Majesty the Queen of Meereen."

The emotion just arose and then disappeared, and two bald wizards in red robes stood quietly by.

Elena took a quick glance and asked, "Have you found the wild dragon?" "No." The bald wizard shook his head and said in a low voice, "The wild dragon was once raised in Asia, but unfortunately it escaped."

"Then go find it."

"We need more people."

"Slaver Bay is the place with the most people."

The two bald wizards left, and Elena frowned in disgust.

It's bullshit that Asia raises wild dragons. It's clearly a case of catching a baby dragon that has just hatched from its shell.

The wizards of Yashai were not friendly. Instead, they extracted dragon blood and plucked dragon scales to conduct magical research.

When the young dragon grew up, it broke free from its chains and attacked those evil wizards.

"Forget it, finding the dragon is more important."

Elena rubbed her face and regained consciousness a little.

……

The Great Dothraki Grass Sea.

The sun was shining high and there were no clouds in the sky.

A Dothraki tribe of more than 100,000 men roamed the Great Grass Sea, searching for the most abundant aquatic plants of the season.

Crack!

The long whip lashed the slave, leaving a bloody scar.

"Weak coward, don't delay your journey."

A Dothraki, speaking broken Valyrian, cursed a battered Summer Isles slave.

People with dark skin are rarely seen in the Great Grass Sea.

They are all good slaves given by Slave Bay. They look strong and tough.

"Hurry up, get to the river before night!"

Rough shouts came from far away, and a scarred Blood Guard rode on horseback to deliver orders.

Crack! Crack!
What responded to him was always the crisp sound of whipping slaves.

At the rear of the team, vehicle frames were mixed with cattle and sheep.

A pale-faced silver-haired boy pushed a sheep forward with force.

"Baa baa~~"

The sheep was chewing on the grass and twisting its big fat buttocks, but no one dared to push it forward.

"Go!"

The silver-haired boy's voice was as hoarse as a broken gong, and it was useless no matter how hard he tried.

"That's stupid. Sheep need to be driven."

A black-haired girl in an animal skin skirt came over and whipped with a small whip.

The sheep was hit on the big butt and walked forward bleating.

The silver-haired boy was stunned, then followed dejectedly with his head down.

"Why are not you talking?"

The black-haired girl came closer, her pretty face was covered with freckles, and her big dark eyes were lively.

The silver-haired boy took a look, expressionless.

"My name is Leah, what's your name?"

The black-haired girl helped herd the sheep, looking at them as if they were rare animals.

silence……

Leia frowned, grabbed the silver-haired boy by the collar, and sniffed him like a puppy by pinching his nose.

He smelled something bad and covered his nose: "Dragons can also smell bad?"

The silver-haired boy froze and stopped himself from pushing the other's hand away.

"What's your name Targaryen?"

Leia's eyes were full of curiosity. She pulled the other's dirty, smelly, gray hair and looked into the purple eyes again.

"I am not... a Targaryen."

The silver-haired boy looked surprised and denied it with difficulty.

"You are. My father says you are."

Leah craned her neck and whispered, "My father is the khal of the tribe. He said he would sell you to Slaver's Bay and get enough gold to buy the entire tribe."

Silver-haired boy: ...

Silence again.

"I'm teaching you how to herd sheep, and you want to talk to me?"

Leia came close, her face almost touching his.

"What...can I learn from you?"

The silver-haired boy glanced at him and said, "How do you beat a slave?"

It's like beating a sheep.

"You're so boring."

Leia's face turned dark and she left angrily.

Crack!

As soon as the girl took a step forward, she whipped the silver-haired boy on the back with the whip.

There was a crisp sound, and the linen clothes suddenly tore apart, revealing a bloody wound.

The silver-haired boy clenched his teeth and tried not to groan in pain.

“Keep your sheep well, just as your ancestors who sodomized goats did.”

The young blood guard had a look of disdain on his face and rolled up his bloodstained whip.

The silver-haired boy was shaking with pain, staring at the other person with his purple eyes.

His eyes were gloomy, as if he wanted to remember the other person forever.

"Do you still want to be beaten?"

The young bloodrider raised his whip, as if to strike again.

Just as he was about to take action, he was grabbed by a big hand.

Scarface Blood Guard arrived at some point and said gloomily, "Don't make trouble. Follow the khal's orders."

"Hmph." The young Blood Alliance Guard snorted and rode forward for a distance.

The silver-haired boy still looked at him.

"You should be smarter."

The scarred bloodrider uttered a few words of awkward Valyrian and continued to convey his orders.

The silver-haired boy understood this sentence.

In the entire tribe, the daughter of the khal could speak Valyrian, and the rest spoke Dothraki mixed with various unstandard languages.

The silver-haired boy endured the pain and continued to herd the sheep.

"Baa baa~~"

The big-butt sheep suddenly let out a strange cry and bumped him over.

The silver-haired boy fell to the ground, and the wound on his back hit the stone, causing him to break out in a cold sweat due to the pain.

puff-

He stretched out his hand and pushed it into a pool of sticky liquid.

Looking down, I saw the sticky substance was pitch black, just like a pile of excrement.

"Shit~"

The silver-haired boy's nostrils twitched slightly as he smelled a strong odor of sulfur.

That familiar smell, mixed with the stench of livestock digestion.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

The silver-haired boy suddenly lowered his head, tears rolling down his cheeks.

He thought of the trickster.

That long-tailed green dragon with special bloodline.

She has been with him since he was in the cradle and they are the closest and most endless friends to each other.

"No dragons, no Targaryens..."

The silver-haired boy buried his head in the sheep's wool to hide his sobs and tears.

(End of this chapter)