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

Chapter 658 Should I Go to Yasha?
The time comes in the afternoon.

The audience in the arena left and the atmosphere became even colder.

Rhaegar sat upright in his chair, a smile on his lips.

"Your Majesty, you will never regret your decision."

Baggins smiled, carefully folded a signed and sealed parchment, and put it back in his arms.

"That's right, the Thirteenth Master never lies."

A fat dark-skinned man patted his plump chest with a proud look on his face.

The other eleven people all smiled and raised their glasses to toast.

Just now, the Iron Throne signed an agreement with Quarth.

The former borrowed 3.5 million gold dragon coins to cultivate the golden wilderness.

The latter provided money and goods, and deployed fifty large ships for transportation throughout the year.

The prerequisite is that the ports under the jurisdiction of the Iron Throne are open to Quarth, allowing merchants to be stationed and reducing taxes.

Quarles would also borrow money from the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms, firstly to abolish the dictatorship of the Iron Bank, and secondly to help the poor nobles out of their difficulties.

The two sides have formed an alliance and will stand together if there is a war.

It seems to be targeting the Iron Bank, but in fact it is targeting the Iron Throne as well.

Rhaegar smiled and put away another sheepskin agreement.

Isn't it just about arrears and opening ports, with them.

The Golden Fields were successfully reclaimed, and the family and the Seven Kingdoms were protected from the White Walkers in the north.

He has not repaid the money he owes to the Iron Bank, and he will certainly not repaid the money he owes to Quarles.

If the Thirteen Giants dare to manipulate the economy in the ports and city-states under their jurisdiction, they will be overturned by the dragon.

He is a real dragon!

As we all know, dragons are evil magical creatures that are neither trustworthy nor merciful.

Having achieved their desired goals, the thirteen giants left with satisfaction.

Elena was tired of sitting, so she stood up and walked back.

In the arena, only Rhaegar was left sitting still.

The rustling footsteps.

A graceful figure walked out from the darkness, her body covered with gold ornaments, which jingled as her waist swayed.

Rhaegar's ears twitched slightly and he glanced sideways.

Skin as pale as paper, a bald head with strange tattoos, and a golden mask that hides his true face.

She was a thin woman, with only her chest and lower body covered with gold, and her clothes were quite revealing.

Rhaegar frowned slightly, and was instantly attracted by the pair of shiny black eyes.

hum-

Invisible air currents collided, and the entire arena was shrouded in a layer of haze.

The dark eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, filled with stiffness and numbness, as if to pull and devour the human soul.

"hiss~~"

"Gu Gua~~"

Rega looked at him calmly, and three spiritual creatures between the real and spiritual realms appeared out of thin air on his shoulders.

The black Ouroboros, the gray dream-eating toad, and the bat insect flapping its scarlet wings.

The Ouroboros with a round head and a flat body turned over on its belly, and the bat worm circled around its master.

The dream-eating toad lay on the silver-golden hair, its dull green eyes wide open, emitting a flexible mental resistance.

Rhaegar's purple eyes turned cold, and a cluster of black flames flashed across them.

Bo~~
The mental shock came and went quickly, disappearing in an instant.

"Your Majesty, good trick."

The skinny woman spoke in a hoarse voice and moved forward swaying her hips.

Lei Jia's expression was gloomy, and he asked coldly: "Who are you?"

Unknown woman, sudden attack.

If it weren't for his powerful abilities, he might have been caught.

"Kui Lizard."

The skinny woman stopped three meters away, put her hands on her belly, and nodded in greeting: "I am from Asia, and now I work for the Thirteen Giants."

"I don't believe they would be stupid enough to send an ignorant witch to offend me."

Rhaegar narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a strong murderous intent.

Boom——

A pitch-black clawed hook crushed the audience seats above, and a hot air current with the smell of ash pressed down, and a large shadow covered the two people's heads.

Kui Xizard raised his head, surprise flashing in his black eyes.

"Roar……"

The glutton's green vertical pupils were cold as he stared at the little bug with a fierce look, his fangs emitting tiny wisps of fire.

It senses the driver's emotions and immediately comes to protect its master.

"The majestic dragon."

Kuili was impressed and commented: "Even Balerion, the Black Death, is no better than this."

"have you seen?"

Rhaegar silently drew the black fire from his waist.

"That is the largest dragon in history. No dragon has ever been able to surpass it."

Kuili laughed and pointed at the glutton and said, "It is still very young. In a few decades, it will surely create new history."

Rega's face was frosty and his murderous intent was uncontrollable.

A strange witch of Ashai, with strange mental magic, and a history of nonsense.

It's full of danger, killing is the best.

"You offended me."

Rhaegar stepped forward, looking around cautiously.

"I'm sorry for my behavior."

The lizard bowed again, and its golden chest plate tilted, revealing a large area of ​​soft skin.

"But I'm here for you."

As Rhaegar looked at the exposed weaknesses, the lizard changed the subject: "I feel the winter and darkness coming to the Far North. I think you will be willing to listen to me."

"Oh, what do you know?"

Lei Jia thought for a moment and explained everything to the other party first.

"It's the army of the dead."

Kui Xi's eyes were solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "The conqueror's prophecy is about to come true. Heavy snow covers all the land, and crops are buried in the snow and wither. No matter nobles or commoners, they all hide by the fireplace until they freeze to death."

Rhaegar's eyes flickered, and he said coldly, "Go on."

This woman really knows a lot.

Two pieces of information can be learned from the words.

The White Walkers are indeed coming, and they know the Conqueror's prophecy.

The former is acceptable, and various versions of the rumor have spread across both sides of the Strait.

The latter is strange.

Kui Xizi continued to talk: "If you want to get through this difficult time, I have three tips for you."

"Do you need to thank me?"

Rhaegar held the black fire pestle in his hand and thought to himself, "No, I no longer need worldly grains and money."

There was a hint of detached arrogance in Kui Xi's words, and his black eyes seemed to contain everything in the world.

"A dead dragon never rots in the soil."

"He whose knees cannot climb what he cannot kill."

Rhaegar listened quietly, pondering the meaning.

Finally, the lizard said a familiar sentence: "To go to the north, you must go south. To reach the west, you must go east. To go forward, you must go back. To reach the light, you must go through the shadows."

These, Rhaegar thought, were not the last words of Vaegon the Dragonless.

Emphasizing the words north and east, shadow, a familiar place name comes to mind.

Rhaegar said cautiously, "You want me to go to Asshai, where can I find a way to fight the White Walkers?"

East is combined with shadow, and only Ashai, the Land of Shadow, is the most suitable.

“You will get your answers.”

Kui Xi smiled mysteriously and turned to leave.

Swah——

A black light flashed and chopped off the bald head.

Rega kept swinging his sword and snorted coldly, "Playing tricks."

puff-

The headless corpse fell to the ground, strangely without a drop of blood.

Rhaegar's pupils shrank slightly as he noticed this.

White smoke came out with a crackling sound.

The corpse dissolved like a candle, turning into a pool of sticky water that seeped into the ground.

"Your Majesty, I wish you the best of your suffering."

The Kui Lizard appeared in the dark corner again, smiled and bowed.

"Hiss-"

Dark green dragon flames spewed out, covering a large area of ​​the audience seats.

Rhaegar put one hand in front of him and stared at the figure through the flames.

A wisp of white smoke floated by and appeared at the entrance of the arena.

"What a weird trick."

Rhaegar murmured softly, watching the figure disappear into the crowd.

Yes, the crowd!
"Roar……"

The Glutton lowered his dragon head, and his green vertical pupils locked onto the inside and outside of the arena. There was no one around.

How could anyone stay in the place where Deathwing appeared without fear of death?

Rhaegar steadied his breathing and ran his hand over the blade, making a cut.

With a sizzling sound, the wound was bleeding.

Under the severe pain, the haze on the purple eyes dissipated, and the narrow field of vision gradually widened.

Rhaegar used the Ouroboros to heal his wounds and couldn't help laughing: "It's still mental power, a little biased."

I was careless and thought that the mental shock was only the first round.

Before I knew it, my sight and hearing were disturbed by the other party.

However, a lot of information was also obtained from the conversation.

Rhaegar sat down, his mind racing: "Quei Lizard, the prophecy of the conqueror, who is it..."

It's hard to tell what race he is from his appearance.

But from his superb High Valyrian, he could vaguely hear the accent of Westeros.

"The common language of the West, which means looking down on the country folk from a high position."

Rhaegar grinned, his thoughts coming into focus.

After spending a long time with Jason and the Tyran brothers, the accent of the people of the West is very familiar.

The quail had done his best to cover it up, imitating High Valyrian as if it were his own.

But in front of Rhaegar's "High Valyrian Mastery", it was like sand in wheat flour, which could be distinguished at a glance.

"I hope it's not who I think it is."

Rhaegar gripped the hilt of his sword, somewhat doubtful. "If he really lived to this age, he would be a spirit."

Next time we meet, I will kill her!
……

In the north, there is the Great Wall.

rustling...

Outside the Great Wall, tens of thousands of wild men gathered, holding axes and cutting down trees.

"Are they making a fire to cook or preparing a siege ladder?"

Baeron rubbed his frozen hands and asked from the observation deck.

The savage army has been around for nearly half a month.

The pressure was like an indelible haze, causing the night watchmen of the Black Castle to fall into a state of anxiety.

"There's smoke from cooking, and the free folk need to fill their bellies."

Cregan's eyes were sharp and he said alertly, "Notify the night watchmen to intensify patrols at night. There might be night raids."

"Yes, my lord."

A night watchman heard the order and kept the two distinguished persons.

Belron's face was covered with frostbite. He said softly, "With Ulagas here, the savages dare not act recklessly."

As he said this, he stomped his feet hard.

"Roar——"

A moss-colored old dragon curled up at the base of the ice wall, its huge body like a green coat draped over the Great Wall.

Thanks to this old dragon.

Whenever the wildling army wanted to attack, the old dragon would fly over the Great Wall and hover.

When the savages see the gigantic old dragon, they retreat.

The situation remained deadlocked for half a month.

Cregan's face was heavy, and he was still dissatisfied: "Your Highness, you should return to King's Landing for help. This is not a solution."

"I'm leaving, what will you do?"

Baerlon was worried.

Including the newly arrived Night's Watch, there are only three thousand people on the Great Wall.

The entire North was covered in snow, and even as a duke, Creggan found it difficult to muster his vassals to cross the snow and join the war.

If Uragas leaves, the wildlings will surely attack in force.

"Your Highness, the North is the North of the Northerners."

Cregan's eyes were firm, and then he said helplessly: "To be honest, even if your dragon started to lose its appetite half a month ago, the pigs and sheep in Castle Black have been eaten up."

If we delay any further, the Great Wall will run out of food.

"Hiss! Hiss!"

Suddenly, a sharp hissing was heard.

Baeron opened his mouth to speak, but looked back when he heard the voice.

A light green young dragon came flying in the wind and snow, making reluctant cries as it flew.

(End of this chapter)