Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day - Chapter 653
c646 Unknown wild dragon
“Your Majesty, what do you mean?”
A chill ran down Elena’s spine, and she felt stubborn.
“It’s obvious.”
Rhaegar spread his hands and said calmly: “Submit or die.”
The instability is more annoying than the last.
Slaver’s Bay bumped into the dragon’s mouth, so it’s not anyone else’s fault.
At worst, fighting on multiple fronts, relying on the glutton and the dragon master in the family, is enough to eliminate 90% of the threats in the world today.
“Hiss-”
The glutton roared in a low voice, the dragon’s kiss overflowed with wisps of green fire, and he stared deeply and with malice.
The slave owners were so frightened that some even wet their pants.
Facing a giant dragon, it would be better to die.
At least it would be more satisfying to kill yourself.
“Submit or die!?”
Rhaegar’s eyes narrowed slightly, flashing a dangerous light.
He also wanted to avenge his second son and had no patience to waste time here.
“I……”
Feeling the threat of death, Irena slowly lowered her proud head and gritted her teeth: “Choose to surrender.”
It’s better to be alive than dead.
Going through all kinds of hardships to get out of the land of Changxia is not just to show off and die.
“Very good.” Rhaegar smiled and waved casually.
“roar……”
The glutton shook the huge dragon head and slowly opened the distance from the Great Pyramid.
A low, menacing roar still squeezed out of his throat, spreading fear into the hearts of everyone present.
The dark dragon withdrew, and the hall suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
The slave owners fell down with their legs sore and weak, and their clothes on their chests and backs were wet with cold sweat.
Elena barely kept calm, her throat rolled: “Bring Master Jason with you.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The Unsullied One at the door bowed his head and hurried out.
Not long after, a slovenly man with disheveled hair and ragged clothes was escorted up.
“Jason Lannister?”
Rhaegar glanced at it and almost didn’t recognize it.
How could Duke Jason, who used to be so aloof and even more exquisitely dressed than a noble lady, end up like this?
“His Majesty?”
Jason pushed away his dirty hair and couldn’t help but burst into tears: “Why are you here? I know the Iron Throne will not give up on me.”
As he spoke, he fell to his knees with a thud, covered his face with his hands and cried loudly.
He was crying and kicking his legs.
Who can imagine how he has been here these past few months.
He was locked up in a cramped prison where slaves lived every day, and every few days he went to the arena and was beaten wildly.
“His Majesty!!”
Jason was as aggrieved as a child weighing only ninety pounds, crying and howling: “I don’t have enough to eat and can’t sleep. They abused the Duke of the First Realm.”
Rhaegar: …
At this moment, his native language was speechless.
“How embarrassing.” Meka muttered quietly.
Rhaegar’s face was dull and he shouted in a deep voice: “You get up first, I will arrange a ship to take you back to Lannister Port.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
When Jason heard that he could go home, he jumped up.
His nimble movements were nothing like the broad and fat noble Duke from before.
“The big arena is really grueling.”
Meka took advantage of the opportunity and added again.
It seems that not taking Duke Jason away with him last time was not a wrong decision.
“Your Majesty, I have no intention of embarrassing him.”
Elena strode forward and said disdainfully, “He is a hard-core man who has no money to spare. He is obviously rich in Casterly Rock, but he refuses to spend gold to redeem himself.”
I have never seen such a stingy person who wants money even if he doesn’t care about his life.
“I agree.” Jason had snot and tears on his face.
“That was later.” Elena turned her head and mocked: “But no one gave me gold.”
No one from the west came to ransom the man, and the letter sent to Lord Tyran in Volantis was lost.
Rega was in a complicated mood and waved his hand like he was shooing away flies: “The farce ends here. Arrange for someone to take him to wash up.”
This is not mocking Jason Lannister, it is simply giving him eye drops.
The matter has come to this, and I have no intention of staying.
Rhaegar pulled out the clan sword Blackfire from the ground and said without any doubt: “Prepare a fleet to support the Basilisk Islands battlefield. Slaver’s Bay will be under the rule of the Iron Throne from now on.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Elena was slightly dissatisfied and could only bow her head.
Isn’t it just to be brought under the rule?
Anyway, it is the rule of the aristocratic system. Just listen to the tune and not the propaganda.
Rhaegar glanced at her and called Maekar out of the hall.
I don’t expect the other party to completely surrender. Just hand it over and use it when you want.
Don’t cause trouble and let Slaver’s Bay develop as it happens.
For a long time, it was over Meereen.
“Hiss-”
The huge black dragon soared into the sky, its pair of dragon wings like a curtain hanging from the sky, fanning the gusts of wind away from it.
The silver-grey young dragon followed closely, and before leaving, he roared at the soldiers on the city wall.
The frightened soldiers turned pale and almost fainted on the spot.
Inside the Great Pyramid.
Elena looked quietly into the distance and murmured softly: “It’s great to have a dragon.”
There is a huge difference between the Dragon King family with dragons and the Dragon King family without dragons.
If there is still a dragon in the Diane Liga family, even a hatchable dragon egg.
Why should she be so eager to get closer to the Targaryen family? They are being manipulated.
“Sister~~”
A honest male voice came from behind, and he seemed to have something in his mouth.
Elena turned her head and saw the handsome young man with a silly face, and said helplessly: “Why did you run out?”
“Eat, eat.”
The handsome young man drooled and took out a candy from his satin clothes.
His mouth was filled with candies of various colors.
“Okay, sister, eat.”
With a melancholy look on her face, Elena took the candy and wiped off the other person’s saliva.
There is nothing in the land of long summer, except mutton and grass roots every day.
After walking out of that cursed land, I had everything I wanted to eat and wear.
“Take him down and tell the slave girl to take good care of him.”
Elena held the slightly sweaty and salty candy in her mouth and ordered the most capable captain Recharino.
Recharino was dressed as a woman in a purple skirt, smiled crudely, hugged the queen’s brother, and carried him on his shoulders towards the powder-filled palace.
Elena watched the two people leave, feeling a little guilty.
The younger brother is so stupid, but he still has to be responsible for continuing the bloodline.
“Her Majesty the Queen of Meereen.”
The emotion disappeared as soon as it arose, and two bald wizards in red robes quietly stood aside.
Elena glanced at it and asked, “Have you found the wild dragon?”
“Not at all.” The bald wizard shook his head and said in a low voice: “That wild dragon was once raised in Asia, but unfortunately it escaped in the middle.”
“Then go find it.”
“We need more people.”
“Slaver’s Bay is the most in need of people.”
The two bald wizards left, and Elena frowned in disgust.
Damn Yaxia raised a wild dragon. He was obviously catching a young dragon that had just hatched out of its shell.
The wizards of Asshai were not friendly. Instead, they extracted dragon blood and pulled out dragon scales for magic research.
When the young dragon grew up, he broke the chains and regained his freedom, which turned back to bite those black-hearted wizards.
“Forget it, finding the dragon is more important.”
Elena rubbed her face and regained consciousness slightly.
…
The great sea of Dothraki grass.
The sun was shining high and there were no clouds in the sky.
A Dothraki tribe of more than 100,000 people wandered the sea of grass, looking for the most abundant water plants in season.
Crack!
The long whip struck the slave, leaving a bloody scar.
“You weak bastard, don’t delay your journey.”
A Dothraki speaking in broken Valyrian cursed the scarred Summer Isles slave.
People with dark skin are rare in the sea of grass.
They are all good slaves given to them by Slaver’s Bay. They look strong and resistant to beatings.
“Hurry up and get to the river in the evening!”
Rough shouts came from far away, and a scar-faced Bloodrider rode on horseback to deliver the order.
Crack! Crack!
His response was always the crisp sound of whipping the slave.
At the rear of the team, the carriages were mixed with cattle and sheep.
A silver-haired boy with a pale face pushed a sheep forward.
“Baa baa~~”
The sheep gnawed on the grass blades and twisted their plump buttocks to push them away.
“Let’s go!”
The silver-haired boy’s voice was as hoarse as a broken gong, and it was useless to try his best to suck the milk.
“It’s so stupid, the sheep have to be driven away.”
A black-haired girl wearing an animal skin skirt came over and whipped him with a small leather whip.
The sheep was slapped on the big butt and walked forward bleating.
The silver-haired boy was stunned for a moment, then followed him with his head down in despair.
“Why don’t you speak?”
The black-haired girl came close to her. She had a delicate face with freckles and big dark eyes.
The silver-haired boy glanced at it, expressionless.
“My name is Leah, what’s your name?”
The black-haired girl helped herd the sheep and looked at each other as if they were precious animals.
silence……
Leah frowned, grabbed the silver-haired boy by the collar, and held his nose and sniffed around like a puppy.
Smelling a bad smell, he covered his nose: “Dragon also smells bad?”
The silver-haired boy froze and tried to push the other person’s hand away to stop.
“What is your name Targaryen?”
Leah’s eyes were full of curiosity, and she pulled the other party’s dirty, gray hair, and then looked into his purple eyes.
“I’m not… a Targaryen.”
The silver-haired boy had a worried look on his face and struggled to deny it.
“You are, my father says you are.”
Leah raised her neck and whispered: “My father is Kaa of the tribe. He also said that he would sell you to Slaver’s Bay in exchange for enough gold to buy the entire tribe.”
Silver-haired boy:……
Silence again.
“I’ll teach you how to shepherd sheep, and you want to talk to me?”
Leah came closer, almost touching her face.
“What…are we learning from you?”
The silver-haired boy glanced sideways and said with a bad mouth: “How do you beat a slave?”
It’s like beating a sheep.
“You’re so boring.”
Leah’s face turned dark and she left angrily.
Crack!
As soon as the girl stepped forward, the riding crop hit the silver-haired boy on the back.
The voice was crisp and clear, and the linen clothes suddenly split open, revealing bloody wounds.
The silver-haired boy gritted his teeth to prevent himself from groaning in pain.
“Catch your sheep like your ancestors who sodomized the goats.”
The young bloodrider had a look of disdain on his face and rolled up his blood-stained riding crop.
The silver-haired boy was trembling with pain, staring straight at the other person with a pair of purple eyes.
His eyes were gloomy, as if he wanted to remember the other person forever.
“Do you still want to be beaten?”
The young bloodrider raised his whip, pretending to whip him again.
Just as he was about to take action, he was grabbed by a big hand.
The Scarface Blood Alliance guard didn’t know when he would arrive, and said with a gloomy face: “Don’t make trouble, obey Kaa’s order.”
“Hmph.” The young bloodrider snorted and rode forward for a while.
The silver-haired boy was still looking at him.
“You should learn to be smarter.”
The Scarface Bloodrider spoke a rough Valyrian tongue, and then continued to convey the order.
The silver-haired boy understood this sentence.
In the entire tribe, the daughter of Khal can speak Valyrian dialect, and the rest are Dothraki mixed with various non-standard languages.
The silver-haired boy endured the pain and continued to drive the sheep.
“Baa baa~~”
The big-assed sheep suddenly screamed strangely, jumping and knocking him down.
The silver-haired boy fell to the ground and hit a stone on the wound on his back. He suddenly started to sweat in pain.
Poof——
He stretched out his hand to the ground and inserted it into a puddle of sticky liquid.
When he lowered his head, he saw that the sticky substance was pitch black and looked like a lump of excrement.
“Shit~”
The silver-haired boy’s nose twitched slightly, smelling the strong smell of sulfur.
That familiar smell, the rotten smell of digested livestock.
Tick tock, tick tock…
The silver-haired boy lowered his head suddenly, tears rolling down his face.
He thought of the liar.
That long-tailed green dragon with special blood.
They grew up together with him from the cradle, and they are the closest and endless friends with each other.
“No dragons, no Targaryens…”
The silver-haired boy buried his head in the sheep’s down, covering up his sobs and tears.
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