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

Chapter 365 Deathwing—The Gluttonous Eater

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! Come on, cheer me up!”

The garrison shouted 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 rolled in, and the tower burned instantly, and the middle broke and collapsed.

 “Oh oh…”

With a strange sound and 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 raising their swords, their heads flying.

The momentum is so fierce that he is like a barbarian.

 “Attack! Capture the towers in the city!”

The elite men of the second regiment charged on horseback. Robb roared repeatedly and led the troops to rush down the streets.

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

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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 armor, holding up 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, ejecting scarlet dragon flames one after another.

 Colakxiu behaves like Haiyan.

While Myr's defense force did not react, exert maximum destructive pressure to directly **** the city-state's defense.

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

 In the blink of an eye, the dragon flames of the 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!"

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 flame is like a tarsal maggot, turning everything from stone buildings to innocent pedestrians into green nourishment.

"ah!…"

"Help…"

The residents in the streets and alleys were crying and wailing, and those unfortunate enough to be contaminated by the dragon's 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 for an instant.

 “Hahaha, the magic dragon is coming…”

 “The breaker of shackles…”

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

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

 —The one who breaks the shackles.

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

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

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 smashing 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 members.

 “The dragon descends…”

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

Some people saw the scene of the black dragon wings collapsing the stone tower, and they were 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 a distance.

Glutton roared angrily, his right wing was hurt by the impact, 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.

Rega looked back and saw thousands of cavalry pouring into the inner city, obeying the orders and killing the garrison, starting a **** massacre.

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

 No need to guess.

Such a magnificent building must be Mill's administrative agency.

After patting the dragon on the back, Rhaegar said indifferently: "Glutton, look over there!"

One person and one dragon have the same mind. The glutton looks back and locks the white stone building complex, then roars and soars 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 pitch-black scales, barely spattering sparks.

Swinging the dragon's tail, it shattered a tower spire, swooped down and sprayed billowing dragon flames at the white stone buildings.

 “Scorpion crossbow! Aim quickly!”

In 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.

Dozens of fine steel spears were fired at him, and the glutton's dragon flame spurted out, melting into molten iron and dripping down.

With a flapping of its jet-black wings, the entire dragon swooped down, 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 burst 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 flame spread over half 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.”

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

Wherever you can see, everyone is screaming and struggling to survive in the sea of ​​​​fire.

 At this moment, there is 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. "Charge! Capture the Governor's Palace!"

The dragon flames washed the ground for a while, and 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.

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

On the back of the dragon, an excited Rhaenys looked at her nephew and shouted: "Rhaegar, everything in the 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 vented my heart out.

From now 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 looting.

 He and the Gluttons conquered the core of the inner city, and the war basically came to an end.

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

 …

 The next day.

 The morning sun rises and its light shines.

Burned all night, Myr was covered with ashes, 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, there is a grand garden with several springs and lush tropical trees.

At this moment, the springs have dried up and all the vegetation has turned to ashes.

"Roar…"

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

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

 The governor of Myr, an old man and a young man, 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 were watching, 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 captive with indifferent eyes.

 There are slight differences on how to deal with one issue.

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

 Mill fought brilliantly in the first battle, and he approved of the crown prince's plan.

 Specially come one or two in advance so as not to cause trouble later.

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

 He understands Machiavellian tactics and does 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.

　　唰—

With the real 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.

 Poof! Phew!

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

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

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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.

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

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, its wings flapped, and three majestic dragon heads stared at him.

My heart trembled, and I was stunned.

Rhaegar 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 captured, 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 from the interior. Myr's port suffered almost no damage and the battleships were well preserved.

When the issue of warships was brought up, Collis's already dark-skinned face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he squeezed out words between 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.

At the Battle of Lys, some of his subordinates were still able to escape, but at the Battle of Tyroshi, they were directly and 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 number of troops is not enough to take Tyrosh. Once Myr is reorganized, we will immediately send troops to recapture the Stepstone Islands."

 He did not care how many troops the Sea Serpent sacrificed for the war.

 The purpose of the bait is, first of all, to consume the strength of the Velaryon family.

 Compared to the gathering of fleets from various places 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."

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

Rhaegar looked back after hearing this.

　Daemon wears blood-stained armor and looks gloomy.

Beside him, there was also the trade minister of Pentos, the black-haired Rhodes who wore a golden scale on his chest.

Meanwhile, 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.

 (End of this chapter)