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

Striding up to the crowd, Rhaegar glanced at the rebels on the cross.

They are not dead yet, just hanging.

Some people were crying and begging for mercy, and an old man with black and half-white hair was yelling.

Snapped--

A long whip struck him, leaving a bloody mark on his skin and flesh.

"Lord Jero, are you ready?"

Rhaegar ignored the tragic situation of the traitor and spoke seriously.

The reason why these traitors survived was because they wanted to publicly execute them in front of all the valley nobles after wiping out the Alpine clan.

"Prince, the soldiers will set off at dawn."

Jero put down his whip and answered respectfully.

Rhaegar looked around and saw that William Royce was not there. He was the commander of this team.

"Hold the door tightly, I'll be back soon!"

Rega gave serious instructions and headed out of Runestone City alone.

"Hiss..."

The glutton landed on the ground and waited outside the city gate.

The city gate opened and Rhaegar walked through calmly.

Syrax's golden body lay in the distance, and Rhaenyra was dressed in dragon riding clothes, sitting on the saddle.

Sitting on the saddle on Glutton's back, Rhaegar looked back at Rhaenyra, and the two siblings smiled at each other.

"Hiss!!"

The glutton flapped its wings and took off, heading straight for the Mingyue Mountains.

Syrax followed closely behind, neighing with excitement.

It burned down two small castles in the past two days, and it had an inexplicable sense of anticipation for spitting out dragon flames.

…

South of the Mingyue Mountains, somewhere in a valley.

Thousands of mountain clans gathered here to set up camp.

In a large animal skin tent, a group of ugly men wearing various bone ornaments were arguing.

"Two fire-breathing monsters burned away the most elite warriors of our tribe, at least a thousand of them!"

"Isn't it true that no one died in my tribe? If I hadn't run so fast, I would have been burned to charcoal."

"What a bullshit alliance. So what if those nobles are dead? We were almost wiped out!"

"..."

The discussion became more intense and tense.

A dozen mountain clans annexed other small tribes and gathered tens of thousands of warriors.

Runestone City was not captured, but almost completely destroyed.

The fragile alliance began to collapse.

Outside the camp.

Yilik took people to hide in the mountains and forests.

Tormund lay in an open space, with only the whites of his eyes remaining, observing the scene in the camp through the white falcon.

"Sir, two groups of reinforcements have arrived."

Tormund's pupils recovered and he spoke blankly.

He saw the two racial emblems with a yellow flaming tower painted on the chest and an orange background with gravel.

They had rushed to the foot of the mountain and came quickly.

call--

A strong wind blew through the forest, and an overwhelming shadow enveloped the area where they were lurking.

Raising his head, a huge black dragon soared over, overlooking the camp below.

"Glutton, Dragon Flame!"

When Yulong arrived at the Alpine clan's lair, Rhaegar did not hesitate and immediately issued an attack order.

"Hiss..."

The glutton hovered low in the sky, green dragon flames accumulated in the dragon's kiss, and suddenly spit out to the ground.

boom--

Dragon Flame took the lead in burning down the two arrow towers at the entrance of the camp, and continued to approach the screaming crowd.

"Monsters, fire-breathing monsters are coming!"

"Run!..."

The moment they saw the giant dragon, the Gaoshan clan was so frightened that they fled in all directions.

Lei Jia's face was as cold as ice and he said calmly: "No one will be spared from the gluttons!"

The glutton roared, and the dragon flames burned one tent after another, gliding back and forth over the camp.

"Hiss..."

Syrax arrived belatedly and blocked the collective escape route of the clans in the mountains.

Rhaenyra put her hair up, clenched the handle with both hands, and said in a clear voice: "Dragon Flame!"

The command in High Valyrian was given, Syrax roared excitedly, and the golden dragon flame swept through the crowd over and over again.

In an instant, two-color dragon flames, one green and one gold, painted half of the mountain forest with the brilliant colors of blood and fire.

"Fight back! Fight back quickly!"

The chief of the Gaoshan clan hid in the crowd, trying to organize archers to shoot down the dragon.

But the height of the dragon far exceeds the range of the arrow.

Even if it is shot, it cannot penetrate the steel-hard dragon scales.

"Where's the witch? Call the witch out!"

A chief with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks grabbed the chief of the Stone Crow tribe and shouted in shock and anger.

There is a witch in the Stone Crow tribe who knows fire witchcraft, and the entire Gaoshan clan knows about it.

They were attracted by the witch's prophecy of fire and formed an alliance.

the other side.

A beautiful woman wearing a red robe and a ruby ​​necklace was hiding next to a bonfire.

She looked horrified, trembling as she looked at the two giant dragons in the sky, urine flowing down her smooth thighs.

She believed in the Lord of Light and used superb methods to deceive the chiefs of the Alpine clan.

The Lord of Light gave her the power to control flames, which was her main means of convincing others.

But this little trick can't stop the dragon and dragon flames.

If she hadn't run fast enough just now, she and the maid would have been sprayed to death by dragon flames.

"Lord of Light, please give me more power and not be burned by dragon flames..."

The red-robed witch knelt on the ground, ignoring the urine-soaked mud, and whispered a prayer.

boom--

A ray of dragon flame swept over and enveloped the red-robed witch impartially.

The high temperature made her scream and run away with her head in her arms.

The ruby ​​​​on the chest bloomed and disappeared in a flash.

Dragon flames sprayed everywhere, and the red-robed witch lost her red robe and curled up naked on the ground.

This scene happened to fall in Rhaegar's eyes.

Rising from the saddle, Rhaegar looked down at the tender white lamb below in amazement.

Immortal from being hit by the Dragon Flame of the Glutton.

Besides him, the naked woman lying in the mud was the second one.

"Witchcraft or something?"

Rhaegar murmured, thinking of the fire witch that Ilic had written about in his letter.

"Kill! Destroy the Gaoshan clan!!"

Armored soldiers from three parties poured into the chaotic camp, blocking all exits and killing the panic-stricken Gaoshan clan.

Seeing this, Rhaegar withdrew his thoughts and drove the glutton to continue bombing.

After today, the Gaoshan clan will cease to exist.

The population will be scarce for at least a hundred years.

Whoosh——

Suddenly, a sharp arrow shot into the sky and hit the glutton's dark scales.

There was a crisp clang, and the arrow that was as long as a man flew away.

Rhaegar looked down.

I saw a little giant four meters tall with a stiff face.

"Another descendant of giants."

Slightly surprised, Rhaegar looked at the little giant curiously.

Giants were once the rulers of Westeros.

The invasion of the First Men caused the Children of the Forest and the Giants to withdraw from the stage of history.

Unexpectedly, there are descendants of giants in the Mingyue Mountains.

Judging from the height of the little giant, his bloodline is still very strong.

Almost as big as an adult giant.

"Rhaega, are you okay?"

Rhaenyra also discovered the little giant and swooped down on Syrax.

"No! Don't burn him, Rhaenyra!"

Rhaegar quickly stopped her behavior.

It was a half-blood giant, and he wanted to capture it back to King's Landing and try to tame it so that he could serve as his daily bodyguard.

Except riding an adult dragon.

What could be more majestic than having a half-blood giant bodyguard?

"Hmph, bad taste!"

Rhaenyra was worried in vain, rolled her eyes, and flew away in Sylaxo.