Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day

 Chapter 374 Mogul reappears in the light of day

 A few days later.

 “Attack!”

In the waters of the disputed area, several warships flying the flag of the Three Women's Kingdom were intercepted and suffered a baptism of blood and fire.

More numerous small fleets surrounded them from the front and rear, and catapults fired fireballs to bombard them.

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A loud dragon roar came, and a light silver dragon soared into the sky.

Lanino’s face was full of excitement and he shouted loudly: “Dragon Flame!”

 Sea smoke swooped down, and an orange dragon flame spurted out, burning the mast and canvas of the pirate ship.

The fleet dropped the collision angle, smashed the cabins of the ship in a rampage, and threw iron ropes to fight across the ship.

The disparity in strength was huge, and with the help of a giant dragon, the naval battle was one-sided.

 The floor was laid with a large map of the Narrow Sea, and Rhaegar was pacing back and forth on the map.

 The Stone Steps Islands were marked with base areas.

 He has liked this handsome cousin since he was a child, and became even more fond of him after going through several wars.

 Looking up, a three-headed red dragon flag hung in the hall.

 Aemond was the leader, and he came with Aegon and Laninor.

Pentos and Volantis are allied with the Iron Throne, and the benefits will be distributed after the war.

 The Tiger Party is eager for change and wants to seek war.

 He is more concerned about the ambitious Daemon and the sea serpent.

More than a month later, support from all over the country arrived one after another, and the maritime force was very sufficient.

The rich people ran away, making it easier for him to capture the city-state.

Tormund spoke at the right time: "Prince, the Tiger Party of Volantis reached an agreement with the Elephant Party and agreed to send troops to capture Lys."

 Surrounding the two free trade cities, it seems like a big net is constantly shrinking.

 …

 Always achieve unexpected legends and arrange tasks that suit people's hearts.

 When things calm down in the future, the rich will come back and continue trading.

Rhaegar thought for a moment and asked, "What about Damon and Lord Corliss?"

The sign where Mill is located has been marked with three red dragons.

Rhaegar looked left and right, and his smile became gentler: "My children, you will sit on a big territory."

The Xiang Party only cares about itself and concentrates on developing trade.

“Lord Corlys and the fleets of Hightower, Arbor, and House Lannister have cleared the waters of Lys and are in contact with Volantis.”

 “Haha, let’s go!”

 Lagnino nodded like garlic, unable to suppress the raised corners of his mouth.

Within an hour, the soldiers from the tower with their clan emblems engraved on them began to clean up the battlefield.

With the indestructible twin forts, the kingdom's army has no worries about logistics and can fight freely.

 If no changes are made, there is no doubt that Volantis will become a third-rate city-state.

Rhaegar smiled and warned: "If someone wants to escape, they must be let go, and they must be let go with great fanfare."

Most of the disputed areas surrounding Lys and Tyrosh are gradually being submerged by fine symbols such as sea serpents, towers, and purple grapes.

Even his old lover "Cole" who went to the battlefield was left out in the cold.

Lannino laughed like a silly roe deer and said: "Rhaega, the pirates of the Three Women Kingdom have been wiped out in a large area of ​​​​the sea, and many wealthy people from Lys and Tyrosh escaped in ships."

Tormund had something to say, and he said sincerely: "Daemon joined forces with Prince Rhaenys and Prince Pentos to try to negotiate and force the Lord Tyrosh to surrender."

He has experienced several similar battles, and the pleasure of burning the enemy to death is as high as the sky.

This Cole is the first name, not the surname of Kingsguard Kriston Cole.

 He wanted a territory that produced gold, not a ruin.

Rhaenyra sent him a message that the baby was moving frequently, as if it could communicate with others.

Lanino felt very refreshed. He patted the dragon's back and rode the sea smoke back to the original route.

Especially when encircling and suppressing the pirates of the Three Women Kingdom, the sense of achievement and honor is intoxicating.

Volantis is an ancient and decayed land.

Rhaegar took a breath and smiled: "Come on, the Three Women's Kingdom is in my pocket."

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps.

  Unfortunately, the rise of Braavos and Pentos, and the horizontal dominance of the Three Women's Kingdom, kept Volantis falling behind.

 Bloodstone Island, Twin Fortresses.

 “Puff~~”

Aegon couldn't hold back his laughter and quickly covered his mouth.

Rhaegar glanced at him and said solemnly: "Ignore it. The two parties sending the message will speed up the progress and the troops will be at the city within three days."

 “As you wish.”

 Tormund nodded slightly.

 …

 At night, dark clouds cover the moon.



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Dragon roars burst into the outside world through a bronze door.

 The roar is filled with anger and a sense of languid weakness.

Just based on the sound, one can guess that Mogul was treated inhumanely.

“You rotten gamblers, it’s almost our turn.”

The cold wind was howling, and the tall cultivator looked tense and whispered with his companions.

Two hundred meters away from the bronze gate, a long queue of dragons gathered, guarded by mercenaries holding scimitars on both sides.

 Tonight is the critical moment for dragon training, all the dragons recruited are here.

Tristan shivered from the cold, and said in a trembling voice: "Don't worry, there are more than a dozen people ahead."

"I want to go now and ride on the dragon's back." Xiu Fu said in a rough voice, quite boldly.

Tristan glanced at him and said speechlessly: "I just saw the old priest leading a few disciples in. I'm afraid you and I won't have a chance."

 There is another saying in my heart, it is best not to have a chance.

Trystan felt uneasy as he secretly poked at the heavy bag of money in his arms.

He has already gambled enough money and does not want to risk his life on whether he can ride on the dragon's back.

 …

 Inside the dragon's lair.

 The giant bonfire emits a dazzling halo, dispelling the darkness and coldness.

Mogul was lying in the depths, his eyelids drooping weakly, Dragon Kiss breathing heavily.

As a giant dragon, he was seriously injured and had his neck and feet tied with shackles. He was extremely manic.

Persistence of this extreme emotion for a long time gradually makes it physically and mentally exhausted.

 In front of the bronze gate, a group of people gathered around a bonfire.

Bambaro looked excited and hid behind a group of mercenaries.

An old figure with a stooped back held a dagger and slit the neck of a silver-haired boy.

 Stab it! Blood spurted out like a shower and was collected in a copper basin.

 The old man is naturally Ross, a priest who masters blood witchcraft.

Ross muttered something while throwing some strange materials into the copper basin, and a cold wind blew up.

A naked young man was lying next to the bonfire, looking at the roof of the shed with an expressionless face.

He has a handsome face, a pair of indigo eyes, and a bald head with silver stubble.

Ross finished his prayer, reached into the copper basin, and then moved his blood-stained hands over the young man's body.

It’s not obscene, but it outlines strange symbols.

 The symbols are mostly Valyrian and represented; fire, blood, wisdom...

 Variety of classified words.

 Not long after, the young man’s body was covered with **** symbols, including his scalp.

Ross then recited a spell for a while and said in a low voice: "Baylor, prove your noble bloodline."

 The young man blinked and seemed to regain his consciousness.

At Rose's urging again and again, Belle got up from the floor and walked naked towards the dragon in the depths.

Ben Luoba’s eyes flashed and he came forward to speak: “Master Priest, can he really tame the wild dragon?”

 “Perhaps.”

Ross's cloudy eyes were so deep, and he said hoarsely: "I smeared a special spell around him. It seems to be used by a dragon king family to help their children train dragons. I am missing key words and only know a few techniques."

The rest depends on how much the wild dragon's will is consumed and whether its belly is full.

Ben Luoba suddenly became speechless, secretly saying that his feelings were like those of a high-level death squad.

He glanced back at the other young dragons wearing red robes and with shaved heads, and nodded as expected.

 There are many kinds of dragons, so they are not afraid of consumption.

 …

 At this moment, outside the bronze gate.

Hundreds of dragons were blowing the sea breeze, hiding from the sight of the mercenaries and whispering.

The monk was impatient and kept muttering: "Damn it, when will it be my turn?"

 He will ride a dragon and then return to Westeros to become a noble lord.

Tristan's nose was dripping with mucus and he sighed.

 He felt that even if he rode on the back of a dragon, he would not end well.

 It is difficult to get money from nobles. This is something he has learned from gambling since he was a child.

 “Hiss!…”

Suddenly, a manic dragon roar suddenly appeared, resounding throughout the sea area for several miles.

Boom—

 The bronze door slowly opened, and a stream of hot air spurted out.

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 A huge ferocious dragon head poked out, its blood-filled mouth raised to the sky and sprayed out a mouthful of gray dragon flames.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of haze-like gray wings spread outwards, and a huge body covered with silver and black scales crawled out.

 Under the night, it looked like a giant beast from the abyss.

 All dragon species were attracted and stared at the silver-black giant dragon in shock.

 On the broad dragon's back, a blood-stained figure rides.

"Roar…"

Mogul's vertical pupils were bloodshot, and he couldn't help roaring with anger, and the stainless steel shackles on his neck rattled.

 “Here’s the blacksmith, the wild dragon has been tamed!”

The Xiufu exclaimed, his whole body trembling.

Tristan breathed a sigh of relief and secretly looked at the wild dragon and the dragon driver, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

This dragon named Mogul doesn’t seem to be very obedient?

 “Mogul, be quiet!”

Belor was riding on the back of the dragon, his hands clenching the gray scales on his back, his indigo eyes full of nervousness.

"Roar…"

Mogul ignored it, shook his body vigorously, and quickly climbed out of the dragon's lair with his wings on the ground.

Watching from a distance, Tristan broke out in a cold sweat, grabbed the repairman and ran away: "Brother, come with me quickly!"

 “What are you running for?”

The Xiufu was reluctant, his eyes never leaving the dragon.

 “Don’t run and wait to die.”

Tristan cursed and ran away while the mercenary was not paying attention.

 At this time.

 “Hiss!”

Mogul roared all his life, suddenly taking off uncontrollably, spraying out jets of gray dragon flames.

If anyone looks at it, they can see that its vertical pupils reveal madness.

 “The wild dragon is out of control, run away...”

 “Fire…so hot…”

Smoke-like dragon flames fell down, and the mercenaries and dragon species were unable to escape and suffered immediate disaster.

Tristan was so frightened that he ran very fast with his lame legs and jumped into a drainage ditch.

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  Someone was faster than him, and his tall body fell directly into the water, causing a splash of water.

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Mogul glided back and forth around the dragon's lair, spitting dragon flames at a group of silver-haired dragons as if venting his anger.

"no no!"

 Baylor screamed repeatedly, clutching the scales on his back, trying to control the wild and untamable dragon.

 He vaguely sensed that the dragon was very resistant to him and unwilling to communicate with him.

Morgul bombarded them indiscriminately, leaving blazing flames behind.

Bambaro and Ross hurriedly ran out of the dragon's lair, hiding under the bronze gate and watching.

 “Do you want to mobilize the scorpion crossbow?” a mercenary asked.

Bambaro yelled: "Nonsense, it's so hard to tame the wild dragon, I can't bear to shoot it to death."

 “Don’t worry, Yelong is retaliating against the imprisoned grudge, it needs time to get used to.”

Ross's eyes lit up and he gave advice.

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Morgul glided across the dragon flames all over the ground, flapping his wings and taking off into the sky, as if he wanted to escape.

 “Mogul, follow your orders.”

Baylor was almost thrown off the dragon's back, holding on to his back tightly.

Morgul shook his dragon head, plunged into the billowing dark clouds, and roared as he hovered over Lys.

 (End of this chapter)