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

Desolate mountains, caves.

"Are you sure the solution is hidden here?"

The red-robed priestess looked around and said in a deep voice, "I only smell the scent of danger."

The natural cave, where you can't see your hand in front of you, exudes a strong hot breath.

It can be basically determined that there is a volcano below.

Kui Xizi led the way and said calmly: "Opportunities and dangers coexist."

Rhaegar leaned on Daeron's back, interrupted the quarrel between the two witches, and said, "Cheer up, don't waste your energy on talking."

Kuili glanced back and nodded silently.

The young king had been poisoned by a cold and had to rely entirely on his burning blood to resist the cold. But now he was too weak.

The group quieted down and focused on their journey.

Suddenly, a spell was cast from the depths of darkness.

Rhaegar's breathing was weak, but his senses were still sharp, and he was the first to notice something was wrong.

Kuili waved his hand and said seriously, "It's the fallen sorcerer from Yashai. This active volcano has the ore they need, and they often worship the evil god here."

If we were to say what Asia has the most, it would of course be all kinds of wizards.

In the oppressive environment shrouded in gloom, many degenerates are born.

"Can it be avoided?"

The red priestess did not want a head-on confrontation.

"I'm afraid not."

The golden veil of the Kuili moved slightly, and his eyes glowed: "The treasure is at the bottom of the volcano. The fallen warlock will not let us take it away."

"Can……"

The red-robed priestess hesitated to speak.

Rhaegar narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "Come closer and kill them all."

Everyone:...

The king is still the same king, and he starts killing people if he disagrees with them.

But there is no better way.

"Brother, you have to be careful later."

Darren supported his brother and prepared himself mentally for a fight.

Rhaegar's eyes almost sagged. He smiled after hearing this. "Take care of yourself, or I won't be able to explain to Rhaena."

boom!
The red-robed priestess released a ball of fire, lit the spare torch and threw it into the cave.

Suddenly, more than a dozen masked men in black robes appeared.

This group of fallen warlocks formed a circle with an altar drawn in blood in the middle, and were sacrificing several corpses.

Judging from the blood gurgling from the corpse's throat, he had died not long ago.

"Who is disturbing the sacrifice of the Lord of Light?"

Faced with the sudden intrusion of strangers, the fallen warlocks were nervous and sensitive, and rushed forward with daggers drawn.

Obviously, a lot of killings were done.

"Do it!"

Kuili shouted and pulled out a gleaming scimitar from under her short and narrow gold skirt.

The red-robed priestess was much inferior to Varys. They had no weapons and no direct damage magic, and could only use torches to barely hold off the attack.

"elder brother……"

Darren spoke up and was about to step forward to provide support.

When I turned around, the person was gone.

In the crowd, Rhaegar had half of his body burning with black fire, holding the clan sword "Blackfire" in his hand as if it were his own.

puff!puff!
After a few rounds, more than half of the fallen warlocks were killed.

"He is also a believer of the King of Light. Sacrifice him to the King of Light!"

Someone screamed in horror and tried to cast some weird spells.

Rhaegar's left eye was covered with frost, and his right eye was burning with black flames. He said coldly, "I don't believe in God."

Dragging half of his stiff body, he cut off the caster's head like chopping melons and vegetables.

After a cup of tea.

Pfft!
Rhaegar turned pale and fell into Daeron's arms.

The cave is too narrow for the dragon to enter.

It would be too difficult to suddenly fight.

"Let's go before anyone else notices."

Kui Lizard wiped off the blood stains on the scimitar and took the lead to run towards the smoking cave deep in the cave.

The red-robed female priest and the Kui Lizard were in a state of panic, stepping over the corpses all over the ground and struggling to catch up.

Soon, the bottom of the volcano.

Gollum~~
The red flames illuminated the cave, and the sticky magma was bubbling and steaming out hot haze.

"Cough cough cough..."

Except for K'ali and Rhaegar, no one else, including Daeron, could withstand the smog entering their lungs.

"You guys go out."

Rhaegar pushed his worried brother aside and stumbled towards the crater.

A round altar stands in sight.

The magma surrounds a circle, guarding a piece of black armor on the altar.

"That is!?"

Rhaegar's eyes fixed on the Valyrian armor.

The armor was as thin as a cicada's wing, shrouded in a night-like darkness, with a black surface that had a gold-red edge and was engraved with runes and inlaid with noble rubies.

At first glance, it looks like a work of art that does not belong to this world.

It was this Valyrian steel armor that reappeared in his dreams.

Kui Xizi's eyes were solemn, and he said: "Everything is foreshadowed, and you will have it."

"How do we get there?"

Rega observed the crater, where magma separated the rocky ground by more than ten meters.

Moreover, he felt the breath of the fire dragon insect.

"Sacrifice!" Kui Xizi uttered two words without hesitation.

Rega was stunned when he heard this. Could this also be related to sacrifice?
Kui Xi said solemnly: "The fallen warlock believes in the Lord of Light and feeds the fire dragon worms through sacrifice in exchange for mineral consumables for experiments."

The blood can make the fire dragon insect fall asleep, and naturally it will give up attacking humans.

Rhaegar was silent for a moment, then turned and said, "I'll tell Daeron and the others to bring the body over."

"No, those bodies are contaminated."

Kui Xizi opened his mouth to stop him, his voice revealing a sense of fatigue.

Rhaegar's eyes flickered slightly, and he stared at the face under the golden veil.

Kuili smiled slightly, as if accepting his fate, and said, "The Lord of Light has chosen me, so I will get this treasure for you."

Rhaegar opened his mouth, unsure of what to say.

Is this the price of equal exchange?

The golden mask bound her freedom and gave her eternal life.

When an unknown "existence" needs it, the borrowed life must be returned.

"His Majesty."

The lizard took off the golden mask, and his beautiful face aged rapidly. His voice was hoarse: "I regret not telling Rhaena in person that I really found another western continent."

After saying this, his pale lips moved slightly and he recited the sacrificial spell.

In front of Rhaegar, the skinny body leaned back without hesitation.

Pfft!
Just like an old branch falling into the lake, the lava splashed up a little gray smoke.

Rhaegar was silent.

He doesn't understand, he just respects.

……

The next day.

In the early morning, the mountains shrouded in haze were still dim.

"Hiss-"

A giant black dragon roared to the sky, and its huge body over two hundred meters long leaped down from the top of the mountain and crashed to the ground.

The dust cleared and a figure walked out of the cave.

The leader had a tall and straight figure, wearing an armor with golden and red lines shrouded in black mist, and had silver-gold hair that reached his waist.

"Its daybreak."

Rhaegar looked up at the sky and let out a breath.

next second.

Hot black flames emerged from the body surface, a pair of black bone horns emerged from the smooth forehead, a layer of black scales covered the sides of the cheeks and neck, and the purple eyes shrank into a pair of sharp vertical pupils.

At this time, the cold damage caused by the Night King disappeared completely.

And gained unparalleled power.

【Rhaegar Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragonborn (90%)

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

Blood Witchcraft: Batworm (blue), Dragon Dance (purple)...

Relics: Blood and Fire, Dream Vision, Sea Dragon's Blessing...

Special items: Space Necklace, Dragon Horn (recognize the owner), Valyrian Armor (recognize the owner)

Comments: "The incarnation of a true dragon, on par with gods."

Rega saw it all, his purple vertical pupils showing no ripples.

The Valyrian steel armor granted exploration authority, and the bloodline instantly soared to 90%, developing the bloodline of the ancient Valyrian Dragon King to the extreme.

Looking at the long history of this world, I am afraid that no dragon bloodline has reached this level.

His eyes fell on the evaluation column.

"If you are on par with gods, then you are still not a god, right?"

Rhaegar looked calm and clenched his palms gently.

After his blood surged, he learned information deep within his blood.

The bloodline of the Dragon King was not created by fire sorcerers using dirty methods, but is a racial talent that has existed since ancient times.

Just as a giant is born a giant, a child of the forest is born a child of the forest.

And 90% of the Dragon Bloodline is the limit of bloodline development.

If it is purified to 100%, the "person" will die.

Those who survived, I don’t know what they are.

"Your Majesty, what should we do next?"

The red-robed female priest looked dazed, feeling inexplicably sad about the disappearance of Kui Lizard.

She also believes in the Lord of Light.
This is what it means when a rabbit dies and the fox mourns.

Rega frowned slightly, his purple vertical pupils emitting golden light, and looked into the distance at the horizon.

[Dream Vision] is activated, and you instantly enter remote viewing.

hum!
There was a layer of mist in front of my eyes, and my thoughts seemed to tear through the obstruction like a huge hand.

The northernmost part of the world.

The Shivering Sea connects the glaciers of the Far North.

The sea was dull blue, with ice floating everywhere, and the howling cold wind sounded like the wailing of the dead.

A pale corpse dragon slowly flew over the sea, carrying the Night King on its back.

I don’t know how much time passed before I entered a cold fog.

The Night King had a blank expression on his face. He patted the corpse dragon's back and flapped his broken wings to stay in the air.

"Roar——"

Suddenly, the fog rolled and a vast ancient howl echoed.

The Night King's icy blue eyes stared, his body stiffening.

He actually gets nervous too.

Wow!
At this moment, a huge wave arose behind the corpse dragon, and a huge monster appeared in the fog.

It is so big that its head alone is enough to cover the jaws of the corpse dragon.

The Night King was startled and turned back quickly.

A huge ice dragon with a crystal white body, scales like carved from ice cones, and exuding a chilly aura, was staring with a pair of ice-blue vertical pupils narrowed.

The Night King's pupils trembled and he stretched out a sharp hand.

The scene ends here.

hum!
Rhaegar quickly closed his eyes and digested the information he had gained from remote viewing. The Night King had left the North, with a wight dragon under his crotch.

This time, they found a legendary ice dragon.

"His Majesty."

The red-robed female priest stepped forward nervously.

"I am fine."

Rhaegar opened his eyes, reached out and touched the dark scales of the dragon beside him, and smiled: "My friend, it seems that we both have an equally powerful opponent."

"Roar……"

The glutton had dark green eyes, his thick and long neck was shaking, and his mouth was full of fangs oozing with fishy saliva.

"Very good, very energetic."

Rhaegar laughed heartily and gave the order: "Let's go back to Westeros!"

"Yes!"

……

Hejian area, Sancha River basin.

A 50,000-man Westerlander Army formed up, with the roaring lion banner of House Lannister flying high.

Thousands of cavalrymen guarded the left and right wings, like two venomous snakes ready to attack at any time.

On the other side, the princes of Hejian barely organized an army of 10,000 people.

The Hejian area lacked war horses, and the army was composed entirely of archers and spearmen, barely able to maintain its formation.

"attack!!"

The Lannister commander shouted, and the army charged in several square formations.

Duke Jason, wearing a golden armor and riding on a snow-white warhorse, laughed loudly: "The Hejian coalition army is only worthy of crying and wailing under this duke's army."

This guy really knows how to put on airs.

Inside the encirclement formed by the Royal Guards, a carriage was pulling a huge iron cage.

A yellow-haired lion was trembling all over and growling in the cage.

Duke Jason glanced back and wondered, "Why is it not biting anymore? Where is its ferocious momentum?"

The Targaryens have dragons, and the Lannisters have lions.

Who is afraid of whom!
"Roar——"

Suddenly, a roar like muffled thunder exploded, spreading throughout the battlefield where the two armies were facing each other.

Duke Jason was shocked and looked up to see a dark green scale.

The scales blocked his vision, shrouding him in shadow.

Before he could come to his senses, he heard the clear voice of the Crown Prince.

"Dragon Flame, Uragas!"

The next moment, green dragon flames fell from the sky.

boom!
Two thousand well-equipped guards were blown away by the dragon flames and fled in all directions. The tent where the Lannister flag was located was engulfed in flames.

Someone glanced back.

Not to mention His Excellency the Duke, even the iron cage where His Excellency the Duke imprisoned the lion was burned.

All that was left on the spot was a scorched earth, emitting a sickening burnt smell.

Up in the air.

Belron's face was grim, and he swung his dragon whip: "Dragon Flame!!"

"Shout!"

"Hiss!"

Uragas led the way, followed by Vhagar and Vermithor, who emerged from the thick clouds one after another. The three century-old dragons swooped down to the battlefield below.

boom! boom!
Under Baelon's deliberate manipulation, the three dragons specifically targeted the location where the Lannister flag was located and bombarded it in turns.

"Hiss!"

Vhagar's pupils were cold and indifferent, like a ruthless war machine, skillfully strangling the scattered troops.

As early as a hundred years ago, its first driver, Queen Visenya, commanded it in similar operations.

That war was called "the raging fire that spread across the prairie."

The enemy also includes the Lannister family's army.

The difference is that in that war, under the order of Aegon the Conqueror, the "Green Hand Banner" of the Gardener family was specifically burned.

And this time, it's the Lannister family's turn.

In a blink of an eye, half a day passed.

Baelon flew on his dragon and looked down at the tragic scene below.

All Lannister flags were burned, and the corresponding troops were turned into charred corpses on the ground.

The remaining troops were all from the coalition of princes from the western border.

"Knights of the Valley, charge!"

At this moment, a group of valley cavalry carrying the crescent eagle flag rushed over from the other side of the river.

There were no less than 10,000 of them, riding their horses across the turbulent river and splitting into two groups to encircle and suppress the stubbornly resisting coalition forces of the western border princes.

The coalition forces of the princes in Hejian were too small to capture them all.

With the addition of the Valley Cavalry, victory is within reach.

"Hiss!"

An elegant silver dragon flew over and circled around the battlefield.

Baelon looked up and met Daenerys' eyes.

Daenerys had her silver hair braided behind her head, her petite body clad in black and red armor, and she nodded proudly at her brother who was looking at her from a distance.

She brought the Knights of the Vale.

There is still one Targaryen left, and no one can shake the rule of the Iron Throne.

……

Dragonstone.

Wow!

The sea water lapped on the beach and a small boat was anchored.

Three black-robed figures, two large and one small, came ashore.

"Prince, you should ask the Crown Prince for help. Sunspear and Oldtown won't hold out for long."

A man in a black robe took off his hood and turned out to be Ilic of the Kingsguard.

Another black-robed man also revealed his true identity and advised: "The Summer Hall is in a prime location, you don't need to take any risks."

Of course it was Ilik’s brother, Alec Kagel.

The two Royal Guards kept admonishing him, but the small black-robed figure ignored them and ran straight towards the majestic Dragon Mountain.

A gust of sea breeze blew and the hood was lifted.

Viserion shook off the silver hair on his forehead, his pale face was full of determination, and his thin body bravely moved forward.

Dorne Rebellion, Oldtown Battle...

Summerhall's responsibility was to oversee the three southwestern realms. His mother had gone to the Wall, leaving only him and his sister Daenerys behind.

It happened that the West was in rebellion, and the eldest brother, Baeron, was unable to escape.

"We can't just sit there and wait for death. We can't lose an inch of our family's land."

Viserion gritted his teeth and ran as fast as he could.

The second brother, Eamon, was killed, and the third brother, Meka, is stationed overseas.

He couldn't hide away in Summerhall and leave his brother to face his difficulties alone.

"Hurry up, faster."

Viserion ran as hard as he could. The towering Dragon Mountain was right before his eyes, and the air seemed to be mixed with the smell of sulfur.

He wanted to tame a dragon and ride it to pacify the three southwestern regions.

He wanted to prove to his father that he was not a coward.

Longshan.

Several dragon handlers were patrolling as usual and saw a head of silver-golden hair from afar.

"Get out of the way, don't stop His Highness."

Ilic and Yarik followed closely behind, pushing away the confused dragon keeper.

"Wait, we can't disturb the dragon rashly."

An elderly dragon keeper was shocked and tried to stop it but to no avail.

Viserion slipped under the armpits of several men and quickly climbed Dragon Mountain.

Mother said that there are still three ownerless dragons on Dragonstone.

The mother dragon Silver Wing, "Blood Wing" Iragas, and the wild dragon Gray Shadow.

"Balerion, bless me."

Viserion climbed a steep slope, muttering to himself that it was not yet time.

Balerion is the god of death of Old Valyria.

He came here today to tame the dragon, but it was not time for him to see it yet.

boom!
A pitch-black dragon shadow flashed by, its blood-red wings reflecting the sunlight, and it quickly and fiercely crossed the mountainside.

It seemed to be startled by the noise at the foot of Longshan Mountain.

"Iragas!"

Viserion's eyes lit up and he immediately raised his hands and shouted.

Either dragon is enough to quell the rebellion.

"Hiss?"

Iragas' pupils stood up in surprise, he flapped his scarlet wings and landed on the ground, his huge body suddenly stopped, raising a cloud of dust.

Its size reaches an astonishing thirty meters.

His talent is so high that he is called "the reincarnation of Balerion" by the dragon-keepers.

"Iragas, I'm here!"

Viserion braved the choking smoke and pulled out a short sword and a dragon crystal dagger from his waist with both hands.

It was the gift I got from that dinner.

"Hiss!"

Seeing the human cub taking out weapons, Ilagis's pupils flashed with ferocity and black dragon flames gathered in his throat.

It refuses to offend.

"No! No Dragon Flame!"

Viserys quickly threw away his dagger and sword, walked towards the dark dragon ready to attack with bare hands, and raised one small hand high.

He didn't intend to use weapons, he just wanted to express his sincerity.

Iragas glanced with his pupils erect, closed his jaw and retracted the dragon flame, intending to see what the other party wanted to do.

"Iragas, follow me!"

Viserion kept walking, even though his feet were covered with blisters and even though the one heading towards him was a dragon.

His inner beauty endows him with a resolute will to move forward courageously.

"Hiss!"

Iragas roared, spreading his wings and preparing to attack.

As if to say, if you get close you will die.

"Gulu."

Viserion swallowed his saliva, suppressed his fear, and roared as if to vent: "Come on! There is no coward among my father's sons. I am also a Targaryen!"

Either he dies or rides on the dragon's back.

Today, there is no second choice.

“Hiss~”

Iragas was stunned when he saw this, as if he was intimidated by the human cub's aura.

After a loud roar, Viserion seemed to have lost all his strength, and he tried hard to keep from kneeling with his trembling legs.

however,
The giant black dragon tilted its head, slowly lowered its proud head, and revealed its broad back.

This human cub is quite interesting, he is just sitting there doing nothing.

"Haha."

Viserion smiled with relief, and a surge of strength surged in his body, supporting him to climb onto the dragon's back.

It worked!
At the foot of Longshan Mountain.

The Ilic brothers looked solemn as they stopped the dragon trainers who wanted to go up the mountain.

"Hiss!!"

Suddenly, a black dragon shadow passed overhead, and its scarlet wings spread out, covering the sky.

Everyone present looked up and saw with their own eyes the silver-haired boy on the dragon's back.

"fly!"

With a clear command, the black dragon shadow flew out of Dragonstone Island and disappeared into the sky. (End of this chapter)