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

"Roar……"

As soon as he finished speaking, a low growl squeezed from the depths of his throat rang out from the empty shadows.

Aemond's eyes widened, not wanting to miss a moment.

The grinding sound of the scales stopped, and a stream of hot sulfur-smelling air spurted from the top.

Emond quickly raised his head, locked his eyes on the position where the air flow came from, and shouted loudly: "Wormisor, I'm coming!"

The platform rumbled and shook, accompanied by the crunch of claws piercing the rock.

Aemond's face was flushed, and his heartbeat could not stop racing.

The next second.

"Hiss!!"

The roar of the giant dragon like a drum and hammer resounded through the cave, and a raging golden dragon flame rose from the ground like a volcano erupting.

The dragon flames were hot and bright, illuminating the entire underground platform like daylight.

Aemond screamed and lifted the cloak behind his back to block the heat wave.

The dragon flames continued continuously, and the autumn wind swept through the underground cave like fallen leaves, leaving only gold in the space for a while.

Under the dragon flames, a huge dragon head poked out of the cave, opened its dragon's snout and roared into the sky.

Bronze-colored scales, thick horn crown, terrifying vertical pupils full of violence and cruelty...

All kinds of ferocious characteristics come together, all showing that this is an extremely cruel adult dragon!

"Womisole~"

Aemond murmured softly and couldn't help but take a step back.

With the help of the bright golden dragon flames, he could clearly see the true appearance of the dragon in front of him.

It is more brutal and vicious than imagined, like a fierce god accumulating the anger of the world.

Soon, the dragon flames stopped.

Wormisor shook his head, and the huge body under the shadow slowly emerged.

A thick and long neck covered with scales on the back, wide brown wings, and sharp claws as thick as stone pillars...

Aemond only caught a glimpse of it and was deeply attracted by its huge body like a war machine.

"Gulu~"

Aemond swallowed, stretched out a trembling hand, and gritted his teeth: "Wormisor, let me ride on your dragon's back!"

His eyes never left the bronze beast in front of him, and he boldly looked into those brutal vertical pupils.

"Roar……"

Wormisor's huge throat rolled and let out a dull roar.

Standing slowly on his feet, his broad wings supported the ground, like a dragon body wearing bronze armor climbing up the spacious platform little by little.

It didn't even bother to look at the silver-haired boy beneath it.

"Wormisor, look at me!"

Aemond jumped anxiously and hurriedly ran to the dragon, shaking the torch to attract attention.

Wormisor's ferocious dragon head was lowered, and his vertical pupils stared at the little bugs that dared to block the road. Bloodthirsty thoughts filled his mind.

"Womisole!"

Aemond hadn't noticed the danger yet, so he looked intently and expectantly.

"Roar……"

Wormisor was completely angered by this brat who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth. He grinned cruelly, and the surging golden dragon flames accumulated in his throat.

It was in a bad mood, or very bad.

A few days ago, a wild dragon appeared inexplicably in Longshan, disturbing its dormancy.

Not long after the wild dragon was driven away, the wild-eating dragon returned to Dragonstone Island.

Even though it was separated by an entire Dragon Mountain, it could still smell the rancid smell of cannibalism.

A flash of violence flashed through his vertical pupils, and Wormisor aimed the dragon's kiss at the silver-haired boy, with the dragon flames in his mouth ready to go out.

Until then, Aemond, who was belatedly aware of the danger, screamed and refused: "No! No dragon flames!"

"Roar……"

How could Wormisor listen to his instructions? Dragon flames surged in his mouth and were about to spurt out at any time.

"No no no!"

Aemond looked at the dragon in horror and backed away.

When the crisis approached, he suddenly recalled the treasure his eldest brother Rhaegar had given him.

He hurriedly took out the stone tablet from his arms and held it high. Imond shouted with all his strength: "Quiet!"

He said it in Valyrian, which meant to calm down.

Wow!

At this moment, the dragon dragon people led the dragon guards to the exit of the cave and looked at this scene in horror.

Wormisor understood the meaning of the shouting and stared at the blood-stained runes on the stone tablet. Most of the violent emotions in his mind subsided, and he briefly regained some sanity.

However, the dragon flames are like a torrent that cannot be taken back.

In Aemond's fearful and uneasy eyes, golden dragon flames spurted out.

"Hiss!!"

At the critical moment, Wormisor shook his head, the dragon's kiss turned toward the entrance of the grotto, and the golden dragon flames like a pillar of fire came instantly.

"ah!……"

When the dragon flames approached, the Dragon Hunters only had time to let out a shrill scream before they were swallowed up along with all the Dragon Guards and turned into charcoal.

boom--

Venting his anger, Wormisor roared, flapped his broad wings and moved quickly.

It felt the stench of the eating dragon, which was near this dragon mountain.

This is its territory and a warning must be given.

"No! Wormisor don't leave."

Seeing the giant bronze beast crawling out of the cave, Aemond never wanted to give up, so he grabbed the thick and long tail of the dragon in a hurry.

The dragon's tail was covered with fine scales on its back. Aemond grabbed hold of it with both hands and was led out of the cave by the furious Wormisor.

In an instant, it disappeared into the darkness.

…

Watchtower, underground chamber.

Rhaegar lowered his eyes, his thoughts continuing in his mind.

Three years ago, he and his father had several quarrels over the enfeoffment issue, and he moved to Harrenhal in anger.

At that time, Harrenhal was in desperate need of help and needed people.

He transferred most of Junlin's men away, leaving only the eight hundred dragon guards in the dragon's lair and the intelligence spies of the Xiliu organization.

Currently, Shiliu is in Volantis. The gap in his power in King's Landing is too big and must be made up as soon as possible.

"Storm's End, Melos, Laris..."

Rega's eyes flickered as he muttered each question silently.

Bang!

A sound of knocking suddenly appeared, and the thoughts that had drifted away returned.

Rhaegar paid attention and saw the old blacksmith taking out the pitch-black keel from the furnace, putting on his sword, and hitting the hardened sword blade with a hammer.

There is no doubt about the craftsmanship of the old blacksmith. The structure of the long sword is interlocked and immediately connected into one.

"My lord, your sword!"

The old blacksmith held the newly forged Valyrian steel sword in his hands and presented it with a solemn face.

Rhaegar stood up straight, took the sword and looked at it carefully.

The sword was unlike any Valyrian steel sword he had ever seen.

The sword body is completely black, mixed with subtle silver water ripples, as if the night is dotted with stars.

The sword is made of meteorite iron and is shiny black.

The two sides imitate the appearance of black fire, carved into two ferocious dragon heads in the image of a glutton, and are decorated with four emeralds the size of rice grains.

The hilt of the sword was made of jet black keel, cutting into the hardest leg bone of Balerion's remains.

The jet-black keel is more than a foot long, and a ring is polished from it like a bamboo joint to prevent the sword hilt from being too long and falling out of the hand.

The end of the dragon bone sword hilt is naturally inlaid with an octagonal red gem the size of a baby's fist - a flaming red heart.

The overall appearance is very similar to the clan sword Black Fire, with both dragon head swords and ruby ​​inlays.

Even the blade of the Blackfire sword glowed with a dark light after being burned by Balerion, making the two swords look more and more alike.

But the two swords are different after all.

The blade of Black Fire's sword is wider and the hilt is shorter. The ruby ​​at the end has long been expelled and replaced with a six-pointed star representing the faith of the Seven Gods.

The new sword's blade is slightly narrower, and its dark appearance is unique.

Zheng!

He stretched out his hand and flicked the blade of the sword, the sound echoed crisply and hummed, and the subtle water ripples rippled slightly like running water.

"What a sword!"

Rhaegar praised and held the hilt of the dragon bone sword with one hand.

As soon as you touch it, the roughness of the frosting reveals a warmth, thick yet sharp.

Recalling the dragon claw that was picked up by the wild dragon, Rhaegar slowly touched the sword and said with emotion: "Targaryen already has kingship, protection, and bravery, but he is short of a killing sword."

The old blacksmith said at the right moment: "Sir, please give the sword a name."

Rhaegar chuckled. He had already thought of the name for this sword.

Glancing at the violently burning furnace, his purple eyes reflected the flames and whispered softly: "Blood and fire come from the same source, it is called true fire!"

"Sir, I have prepared a bowl of basilisk blood to use with the sword."

The old blacksmith lowered his eyelids and called the young apprentice to bring him a small basin of thick green blood.

Rega withdrew his eyes and said seriously: "No need, there will be no shortage of food and fire tonight."

As he spoke, he raised his arm slightly and pulled out the real fire for a month and a half.

Hula——

The flaming red heart at the end of the sword's hilt glowed, and the dark sword body ignited a layer of flames, flashing through the air.

Inlaid with a flaming red heart, the real fire is already a semi-magical instrument, connecting with the magic in Rhaegar's blood.

squeak——

Pushing open the wooden door, Lei Jia picked up his sword and left.

Walking out of the watchtower, the night sky was covered with dark clouds and full moon. It was a good time to kill.

…

Longshan.

"Hurry in, this is the cave where Wormisor sleeps!"

After hurriedly and slowly walking all the way, Viserys, who was sweating profusely, arrived in front of the deep grotto, and with a hoarse voice, ordered the Dragon Guard to enter and explore.

He was in such bad shape.

But after running for an hour, I started to feel dizzy and my lungs felt like they were going to explode.

Especially a cut.

He was covered in sweat, which was no less than rubbing salt on the wound. Every step he took was painful, and the back of his white silk nightgown was stained red with blood.

The dragon guards took action and entered the grotto holding torches.

Viserys fell to the ground, swallowing hard, his throat so wet and dry that it smoked.

"Hiss!!"

Suddenly, a drum-like dragon roar echoed through the night sky from the grotto, followed by the shrill screams of the Dragon Guard.

"Oops." Viserys was shocked when he heard the sound and forced himself to get up.

The dragon guards gathered around him quickly, protecting the king on three levels inside and outside.

There were forty-seven people in total, gathered together like a strong bonfire.

Rumble——

There was a crashing sound in the cave, as if something huge had rushed out.

Viserys secretly gritted his teeth, showed the courage of the king, and ordered: "Stand back, there is a dragon inside!"

"Roar……"

As soon as he finished speaking, a ferocious dragon head the size of a house poked out of the grotto, followed closely by its neck, wings, and torso...

The bronze scales are like dark gold castings, standing under the night sky like a metal mine.

The moment the bronze dragon appeared, Viserys' pupils shrank and he blurted out: "Vormithor!"

This is the dragon of his grandfather Jaehaerys I, who once made great achievements for the Targaryen family.

Looking by the firelight, the dragon scales are densely covered with sparse marks of knife and axe, proving that this is a wild giant beast that has gone through wars.

Wormisor crawled out of the grotto in twos and twos, raising his dragon head proudly, and his vertical pupils scanned the crowd below one by one.

As far as the eye could see, there was only a miserable Viserys with silver-blond hair, worthy of its attention.

This is the time.

Viserys' heart skipped a beat, and he raised his hand inexplicably, glaring angrily and shouting: "Vormithor, look at your king!!"