MTL - Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day-Chapter 351 Gluttonous vs. Smokey Sea Wild Dragon

 Chapter 351 Gluttonous vs. Smokey Sea Wild Dragon

 At night, the stars are shining brightly.

 In the Stone Drum Tower, a pair of figures slowly lingered on the couch.

 After a long time, the fighting ceased and the candles were lit.

Rhaegar wore a silk nightgown and walked to the balcony to enjoy the breeze.

 It was so hot that the blood felt like it was boiling.

As far as the eye can see, looking towards the beach in the distance, there is a faint firelight.

“Gone.” Rhaegar breathed slightly and muttered to himself.

The Red Witch participated in the ceremony during the day and returned to Volantis by boat overnight.

The other party is cunning, but fortunately it is somewhat useful.

 A month ago, after he and Rhaenyra returned to Dragonstone, a fire broke out at Harrenhal.

He will never forget how Daemon deceived his daughter and assassinated his son.

 Once the window paper is pierced, the two people have a legal relationship.

　　　…”

The only disappointment was that he thought the banquet was not grand enough.

“I was so drunk that the bronze woman stripped me naked and left me at the door, blowing the cold wind all night long.”

Had it not been for the memory of his old brotherhood, he would have driven Daemon out of Westeros.

 With a pair of children who have grown up, he can live up to the expectations of his late wife Emma.

 “Drink slowly, don’t choke.”

 The two monks, together with Milov, the second son of the Tully family, were killed in the wildfire.

 The two brothers sat together, drinking wine together and telling memories of their youth.

Viserys chuckled: "I still remember your first wedding, when you refused to enter the bridal chamber, so I got you drunk and carried you in."

Or it may be a matter of mentality. Time has indeed left few traces on his handsome face, and he still looks carefree.

　　It should be set up in the Hall of the Hundred Furnaces at Harrenhal, for all the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms to attend, and to provide three days of food for the poor who don't have enough to eat.

Viserys smiled broadly and accepted the toasts from each of his vassals.

 Otherwise, he may not be sure that something bad will happen.

After snuggling for a while, Rhaegar broke away from his arms and went to the table to pour a glass of warm water.

The only pity is that Mond Hightower often comes into contact with Otto and Aegon, and it is difficult to find time to be alone.

A soft and hoarse voice came, and a warm embrace hugged his waist from behind.

Rhaegar turned around, smiled and hugged the soft and delicate body, lowered his head and kissed his forehead gently.

Rhaenyra’s eyes were blurred, and she pressed her body gently against his chest, her breath accompanied by a faint fragrance.

 Stone Drum Tower, hall.

Damon put his arm around Lanner's waist and said cynical words in a magnetic voice.

 One day he sits on the Iron Throne, and Rhaenyra will be his queen.

"Haha, I can do it six times a night, it's not as exaggerated as you said."

 He has not been so happy for many years.

Rhaegar looked at her lovingly and gently wiped her lower lip. The cut was slightly red and swollen.

 …

The body is covered with a light nightgown, and her bare feet are stepping on the expensive red carpet produced in Reese.

 The feast was held, and the celebrations continued with singing and dancing.

But now is not bad, a traditional ceremony following the ancient Valyrian ancestral system was witnessed by thousands of nobles and lords.

 It is enough to be written into the history of the mainland together with the Shenyan Lake Tournament.

Viserys glanced sideways at him and snorted disdainfully.

 “Rhaega, I’m so thirsty~”

Rhaenyra rubbed her flushed cheeks and raised her head to accept the water from the person in front of her. She pursed the cup with her red lips and swallowed seductively.

Viserys grinned: "In a blink of an eye, the children have grown up, and you and I are no longer young."

Today's ceremony is a time of joy, and we can't be greedy for more.

 “Brother, congratulations.”

Damon came with his wife Lanner and raised a glass to congratulate him.

 The corners of Rhaegar's mouth were slightly raised, and he closed his eyes to enjoy the coolness of the night breeze.

There are more than a dozen barrels of wildfire stored in the cellar of the church, which caused an explosion when accidentally touched.

　　Daemon’s tone was light, and he was still worried about his deceased wife, Lady Rhea.

　　Chatting late into the night, the two brothers were silent for a while, watching the dancing crowd in the hall.

After a while, Damon suddenly spoke: "Brother, my bloodline is spreading and I need a territory to support it."

Viserys stared blankly at his brother's face.

Other than peeking at the Iron Throne and coveting Rhaenyra, this was the first time Daemon seriously asked his brother for something.

　　After a daze, Viserys rubbed his face and said seriously: "I will seal the outlet of the Blackwater River to you, and the royal family will fund the construction of a castle for you. All the specifications will be in accordance with your requirements."

 The words were said with sincerity, as if they had been rehearsed countless times, just waiting for someone to request.

Damon took a sip of wine, and the corners of his tight mouth raised slightly.

Viserys punched him on the shoulder hard and recommended: "The outlet of the Blackwater River can be used for navigation and trade. You and your descendants will not worry about money."

 Westeros has many territories suitable for enfeoffment, but few fertile lands and access to the sea.

Blackwater River is adjacent to King's Landing City, and the river flows into Blackwater Bay. It is an uncultivated treasure land.

　　The only younger brother asked him, and he was willing to give him a title and establish a family.

 Lanner’s eyebrows were filled with sorrow, and she took her husband’s big hand and stared at it.

　　Daemon glanced at her, held her hand with his backhand, and looked up at his brother.

Viserys looked pleased, expecting his brother to agree.

“Brother, Blackwater Bay should be left to your descendants.”

Daemon bluntly refused and said solemnly: "I am interested in the land outside the narrow sea, which is suitable for the second line of Targaryen to survive, rather than crowded in the stinking ditch like King's Landing to fight for power."

 He thought very clearly that his brother's bloodline would remain in Westeros to inherit the Iron Throne.

His bloodline migrated beyond the Narrow Sea and regained an old land of ancient Valyria to prevent the two bloodlines from fighting with each other.

　In the vernacular of Pentos, eggs cannot be put in one basket.

boom-

Viserys's face turned gloomy for a moment, he slammed down the wine cup, and suppressed his anger and said: "Damon, why can't you let me save my worries and don't always disappoint me!" He was the king, and peace was his top priority.

　　He was already tolerant enough to his free-spirited brother, but the other party was greedy and tested his bottom line.

Daemon's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "Volantis will take the lead in starting the war, and the Sea Serpent and I will participate in it and occupy a city-state in a reasonable manner."

“If you say this, I can definitely execute you for treason!”

Viserys gritted his teeth in hatred.

 As he spoke, his eyes searched for the sea snake Corliss in the crowd, showing a vigilant look.

Once upon a time, the Velaryon family was a major problem on his mind, which disturbed his stability for a day.

United Daemon to occupy a free trade city…

Hehe~~

I am afraid that the Velaryon family also had the idea of ​​​​ceding the land and making the king, and planned to push the Driftwood Throne to the same status as the Iron Throne.

 “Your Majesty…”

 Lanner opened her mouth and tried to restore the family's image.

In vain, an angry dragon roar resounded through the night sky, and the stone drum tower rumbled under the strong wind, like a heavy hammer beating a drum.

 …

 The top floor of Shigu Tower.

Rhaegar stood on the edge of the balcony with his hands on the fence.

Rhaenyra clung to him, clinging to him as if she couldn't get enough.

Boom—

At night, a dark dragon shadow flashed past, and violent green dragon flames swept half of the sky.

 “Hiss…”

 In an instant, a sharp roar suddenly appeared, and another dragon shadow emerged from the firelight.

 Longying’s appearance cannot be clearly seen, but his size is vaguely visible.

Rhaegar's eyes widened for a moment, he turned around and hugged Rhaenyra, retreating and looking at the night sky.

 God is doing his best.

 Tonight the moon is bright and bright, dotted with stars.

Through the moonlight and starlight, some features of the dragon's shadow can be vaguely seen.

This dragon has a well-proportioned body, with silver-black scales all over its body and gray haze-like wing membranes, and its head is particularly huge.

 “Rhaegar, what’s going on?”

Rhaenyra curled up in his arms, confused and confused.

Rhaegar looked solemnly and said, "It's the wild dragon here."

With its unique silver-black scales, it is instantly recognizable as the wild dragon seen in the sea of ​​smoke.

This wild dragon really followed the traces of the fleet and the glutton and found Dragonstone.

With a thought in his heart, he urged the glutton to hunt with all his might.

The wild dragon has already begun to escape. If he rides on the dragon's back, he will definitely never be able to catch up.

The glutton is alone, but he can let go.

The glutton roared repeatedly, flapped its dark wings and flew through the clouds, chasing the fleeing wild dragon.

The wild dragon is extremely fast, disappearing in the thin clouds and mist, and flying hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye.

While you were chasing me, the two dragons rushed out of Dragonstone Island and soared towards the throat.

 “Hiss…”

At the last glance of Leiga's look at, the wild dragon suddenly twisted the huge dragon's head, and a bite of the dark dragon flames like a smoke sprayed quickly.

 The dragon flames are as fast as falling stars.

The glutton's green vertical pupils flashed with a ferocious color, his huge body flipped nimbly, and one side of the jet-black wing film flapped the dragon flames.

Boom—

The gray dragon flames were immediately dispersed and turned into little sparks scattered. Once contaminated with gravel and sea water, the tarsal bones burned like maggots.

　It lasted for a while and then gradually extinguished.

 In the blink of an eye, the two dragons disappeared into the night one after the other.

Rhaegar was surprised and exclaimed: "This is the dragon species of ancient Valyria!"

The texture of the wild dragon's dragon flame is very similar to that of the glutton's green dragon flame.

 The appearance characteristics are also different from the dragons in the family. The dragon's head is particularly large, and its fangs are thick and fierce.

It has a unique flavor of Colakhiu's slender body.

 …

 Throat, sharp corner.

The wild dragon fled wildly, its vertical pupils like black gems flashed with anxiety, and it plunged under the clouds and swooped down to the sea.

The roar of a dragon as dull as a bell came from behind, and the behemoth, which was more than twice the size, pursued hard.

The glutton swooped down, cutting through the waves with ease, its green vertical eyes staring at the prey for a moment.

 The desire to hunt filled his mind, and the blood all over his body was as hot as lava.

The ferocious dragon's kiss opened, strands of green dragon flames overflowed, and pools of dragon saliva hung from its fangs.

 The opportunity to openly hunt a dragon, the glutton who has been coveting blood for a long time will never allow it to fail.

 “Hiss…”

 The rotten smell of cannibalism entered the nostrils, and the wild dragon screamed sharply, turned its wings around the dragon's body, and sprayed out a mouthful of gray dragon flames.

Boom—

The green dragon flame spurted out like a pour, swallowing up the gray dragon flame and exploding into a green smoke cloud in the night sky.

The glutton plunged headlong into the dragon's flames, his pitch-black scales glowed with a strange black light, and his green vertical pupils showed a hint of bloodthirsty madness.

The ferocious dragon head kept approaching, and the dark dragon as huge as a mountain stepped forward, its abyss mouth aimed at the prey and bitten fiercely.

 “Hiss!…”

A ball of hot dragon blood bloomed, the wail of the wild dragon resounded throughout the land, and the figure was shrouded by the terrifying beast.

 (End of this chapter)