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

Chapter 365 Deathwing—Glutton

"Hiss-"

The glutton swooped down and sprayed dragon flames, pushing all the way towards several nearby tall towers.

Inside the tower, racks of scorpion crossbows were placed, and the fine steel spears glowed with cold light.

"Aim! I need to cheer up!"

The garrison roared at the top of his lungs, urging the frightened soldiers to raise their crossbows and shoot arrows.

boom--

As soon as he finished speaking, a green dragon flame surged in, and the tower burned instantly, breaking and collapsing in the middle.

"Oh..."

Accompanied by a strange scream, the Dothraki cavalry jumped over the melted and abandoned city wall, swinging their scimitars in their hands, and followed the black dragon to attack the city.

But the remaining garrison forces dared to resist, raising their horses and swords, and their heads flying.

His aura was as fierce as a barbarian.

"Attack! Capture the towers in the city!"

The elite men of the second regiment charged forward on horseback. Robb roared repeatedly and led the troops in a rampage through the streets.

Any city-state in the Three Women's Kingdom has built dense crossbow towers, and the towers are destroyed first in battle.

"Hiss..."

More and more cavalry and infantry rushed into the city. Four giant dragons roared and scattered towards the inner city. The dragon flames attacked the high towers.

Rhaenys was wearing a red battle armor, raising the Dark Sisters in her hand, and her face showed excitement and joy.

The uncrowned queen is not afraid of war.

"Dragon Flame!"

Melias was extremely fast, like a red lightning bolt, flying across the bustling inner city, spraying out scarlet dragon flames.

Colakhiu behaves like Sea Smoke.

Taking advantage of the fact that Myr's defense forces were unable to react, they exerted maximum destructive pressure to directly cripple the city-state's defense.

"Hiss..."

The gray shadow flapped its wings and flew around randomly, its vertical eyes saw where there was someone, and the orange dragon flame fireballs fell one after another, causing a bombardment in the atmosphere.

In the blink of an eye, the dragon flames of five dragons destroyed one-third of Myr's outer city.

Rhaegar lowered his head and looked down, his purple eyes reflected the tall towers with scorpion crossbows, and said coldly: "Glutton, Dragon Flame!"

"Hiss-"

The glutton's green vertical pupils were full of violence, and he swooped down above the inner city at low altitude, spreading the green dragon flames overwhelmingly.

The dragon flames are like maggots on the tarsal bones. Whether they are stone buildings or innocent pedestrians, they all turn into green nourishment.

"ah!!……"

"Help……"

Residents in the streets and alleys were crying and wailing, and those unfortunate enough to be contaminated by the dragon flames were rolling on the ground, but they still could not escape death.

The dragon flames attack indiscriminately, making the world feel like a prison in an instant.

"Hahaha, the magic dragon is coming..."

"The Breaker of Shackles..."

In the sea of ​​green fire, countless slaves broke free from the iron chains, knelt on the ground and worshiped the dark dragon crazily.

Three years later, they all still remember the dark dragon and the silver-haired boy.

——The breaker of shackles.

This is the title of salvation shared by slaves throughout the Three Women Kingdom.

"Hiss-"

The glutton swung its dragon head wildly, the green dragon flames descended like mist, and the black dragon body soared unscrupulously.

There was a commotion in a high tower, and scorpion crossbows were set up to aim at the dark dragon.

next moment.

A wide and dark dragon wing spread across, hitting the tower like a battering ram, and smashed the towering spire into two pieces like a thunderous explosion.

"no no……"

Before the scorpion crossbow was launched, the tower shook violently, and the masonry above it collapsed, burying all the garrison.

"The dragon is coming..."

The oppressed slaves ran out of the streets and knelt on the floor in worship.

Someone saw the scene of the black dragon wings collapsing the stone tower, and was shocked and shouted: "Wings of Death!!"

"Deathwing..."

One of them started shouting, and the slaves responded one after another, looking at each person and the dragon like gods from afar.

"Hiss-"

The glutton roared angrily, his right wing was painfully hit, and he rushed towards another tall tower with his head raised, and the thick and long dragon tail smashed the tower tip.

A pair of jet-black wings spread out, and shadows descended along with the green dragon flames.

Rhaegar turned his head and looked back, seeing thousands of cavalry pouring into the inner city, obeying orders and killing the garrison, starting a bloody massacre.

Turning his eyes, he looked down at an area of ​​white stone buildings in the inner city.

No need to guess.

Such a magnificent building must be the administrative agency of Mill.

Patting the dragon's back, Rhaegar said indifferently: "Glutton, look over there!"

One person and one dragon had the same mind. The glutton looked back and locked the white stone building complex, then roared and soared away.

During this period, more than a dozen towers successfully fired scorpion crossbows in an attempt to stop the raging black dragon.

The glutton didn't even look at it. The stainless steel spear clanked against the dark scales, barely spattering sparks.

With a flick of the dragon's tail, it smashed a tower spire into pieces, then swooped down and sprayed billowing dragon flames at the white stone buildings.

"Scorpion Crossbow! Aim quickly!"

Within the building complex, thousands of garrison troops were scattered in open areas, launching dozens of scorpion crossbows to prepare for dragon hunting.

Unfortunately, they were facing a real adult dragon.

"Hiss-"

Dozens of fine steel spears came towards him, and the glutton sprayed out dragon flames, which melted into molten iron and dripped.

The jet-black wings flapped, and the entire dragon swooped down and landed, crushing the floor with its feet and setting off a huge wave of dust.

The ferocious dragon's head was raised high, and dragon flames poured out from the dragon's kiss crazily, burning the garrison and the scorpion crossbow into ashes along with the buildings.

"Run away!..."

"Fire... such a big fire..."

The green dragon flames spread over most of the white stone building complex. No matter the garrison or officials, they all had no way to avoid it and died in pain while wailing.

"Haha, that's all."

Seeing the tragic scenes, Rhaegar pursed his lips and smiled, standing on the back of the towering dragon, watching as if he was leisurely strolling.

Everywhere he looked, no one was screaming in agony, struggling to survive in the sea of ​​fire.

At this moment, there was no room for resistance.

Rhaegar held the true fire pestle in both hands, and drove the glutton like a hill to crawl slowly, wailing everywhere he passed.

One person and one dragon is the end of Myr's natural disaster.

"Come on! Capture the Governor's Palace!"

After the dragon flames washed the ground for a while, Gray Worm led 2,500 Unsullied and Fearless to break out of the encirclement and charged into the white stone buildings with ferocious faces.

Rhaegar glanced at it and let Gray Worm rush into the sea of ​​fire, killing all the Myr senior officials hiding in nearby towers.

"Hiss..."

A loud dragon roar came, and Melias soared over, stepping on the tower with his domineering feet, spreading his wings and roaring.

On the dragon's back, an excited Rhaenys looked at her nephew and shouted: "Rhaegar, everything south of the city is burned, and the knights of the valley take over the city."

Married to a macho husband, the uncrowned queen only went to war a handful of times.

This time I finally let off some steam.

From this moment on, she believed in her nephew and sincerely looked forward to having such a Targaryen on the Iron Throne.

Rhaegar nodded slightly and looked up at the two cities.

The northern city area was washed away by five dragons, and Dothraki cavalry were plundering.

He and Gluttony conquered the core of the inner city, and the war was basically over.

As soon as Daemon and Laninor burn down the defense forces in the east and west of the city, Myr will be completely declared dead.

…

The next day.

The sun rises and its light shines.

Burned overnight, ashes were everywhere in Myr, and thick smoke rose, suppressing the ultimate emotions of sadness and madness.

Governor's Palace, Fountain Square.

In the center of the white stone building is a grand garden with several springs and lush tropical trees.

At this moment, the springs were burned out and all the vegetation was reduced to ashes.

"Roar……"

The glutton stretched his neck, closed his green vertical pupils, supported the ground with his dark wings, and fell into a state of false sleep.

In front of it, a dense crowd of people and horses gathered.

The old and the young of the Governor of Myr, the merchants and rich people who sold slaves, resold and smuggled slaves in the city-state, all knelt on the ground with their heads lowered.

The dragon burned the city and they became prisoners.

Many people gathered around to watch, including the sea serpent Corliss, Rhaenys, Daemon, Gray Worm, Dothraki cavalry...

Rhaegar was wearing a black robe, his silver hair naturally hanging down his shoulders, and he looked down at the prisoner with indifferent eyes.

There are slight differences on how to deal with this matter.

Corliss looked solemn: "Prince, the Governor of Myr can be killed, but the merchants and dignitaries in the city should be killed in groups."

Mir fought well in the battle, and he recognized the crown prince's plan.

Go out of your way to avoid any trouble later.

Rhaegar said calmly: "No need, Myr has belonged to the Targaryen dynasty, there is no need to keep them."

He understood Machiavellian tactics and did not need a sea serpent to teach him.

It would be best if all of these people were killed, so that Myr could become a complete Targaryen colony.

If he wanted to be cowardly, he would not attack civilians.

If you really want to win over, a slave group that accounts for half of the city-state's population is enough.

Swish——

With the true fire drawn from his waist, Rhaegar walked up to the two Myr governors and raised his sword high: "In the name of Viserys I of Targaryen, I grant you the punishment of beheading."

After saying that, there was a flash of black light and the head fell to the ground.

Phew! Phew!

Gray Worm led the Unsullied forward, raised his spear and pierced the chests of hundreds of merchants, and the floor that had not yet dried was soaked with blood again.

"Hiss-"

At the right time, the glutton opened his green vertical pupils, and the ferocious Dragon Kiss let out a loud roar.

"Hiss..."

"Hiss..."

The sea smoke and gray shadows hovering over the white stone building neighed one after another, as if obeying the orders of the Wild Dragon King.

Then, two guys with similar colors got into the clouds, playfully spitting out dragon flames.

Crash--

On the top of the high tower of the Governor's Palace, a majestic three-headed red dragon flag is spread out and hung in the wind on the tallest political building in Myr.

Rhaegar looked sideways, and saw that the charred white stone tower was still standing, and the three red dragons on the black background of the flag seemed to come to life.

As the sea breeze blew, the red dragon's body twisted, a pair of wings flapped, and three majestic dragon heads stared at him.

My heart trembled, and I was stunned.

Lei Jia picked up the real fire, wiped the blood stains with the sword blade across his arm, and unconsciously curved the corner of his mouth.

What Aegon the Conqueror failed to do, he did!

From today on, the blood of Targaryen once again sets foot on the land of Essos.

After a while, Rhaegar recovered his thoughts.

Corliss's face was stiff, and he stepped forward and said: "Prince, Myr has been conquered, and we still need to discuss the garrison and troop dispatch."

Rhaegar nodded and thought: "How many warships are parked in the port?"

The war broke out inland, and Myr's harbor suffered almost no damage, and the battleships were well preserved.

When the issue of warships was mentioned, Collis's already dark-skinned face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he squeezed out words through his teeth: "Thirty-four warships are temporarily anchored in the port, and some of the warships were taken away by mercenaries who escaped from the battle."

Rhaegar heard this and estimated: "With the warships of the Velaryon family, we can form a fleet of fifty warships."

"That's right!" Corliss breathed heavily and gritted his teeth.

In other words, the Velaryon family has less than twenty warships left.

The two fleets divided into Lys and Tyrosh are mainly from the Velaryon family.

In the Lys naval battle, some of his subordinates could still escape, but in the Tyroshi naval battle, they were completely annihilated.

It can be said that the smooth progress of the attack on Myr is inseparable from the Velaryon family acting as live bait.

Rhaegar ignored the sea snake's pain and said calmly: "This small amount of troops is not enough to capture Tyrosh. Once Myr is reorganized, we will immediately send troops to recapture the Stepstone Islands."

He didn't care how many men the Sea Serpent sacrificed for the war.

One of the purposes of the bait is to consume the strength of the Velaryon family.

Compared with fleets from all over the place gathering in one place, more troops are sacrificed in frontal naval battles.

It is better to beat the sea snake who has a strong foundation, lest he take advantage of the war to stir up trouble.

"etc."

Suddenly, Damon spoke suddenly, staring at his nephew deeply.

Rhaegar looked back after hearing this.

Daemon wore blood-stained armor and looked gloomy.

Next to him, there was Pentos' trade minister, the black-haired Rhodes who wore a golden scale on his chest.

At the same time, the sea serpent was staring at him, twirling the finger on his thumb.

Rhaegar narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I said we should reorganize our armaments and take back the Stepped Stone Islands today!"

Damon looked at him and remained silent.