MTL - Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day-Chapter 314 Behold your king!

 Chapter 314 Look at your king!

"Roar…"

As soon as he finished speaking, a low growl emerged from the depths of his throat in the empty shadows.

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

The sound of the scales grinding 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 heart was beating fast.

 The next second.

 “Hiss!”

Until then, the belated Aemond sensed the danger and refused with a scream: "No! No dragon flames!"

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

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

 “Wormisor!”

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

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

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

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

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.

 It is in a bad mood, or very bad.

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

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

"Roar…"

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

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

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

More brutal and vicious than imagined, like a fierce **** accumulating the world's wrath.

"Roar…"

Eamond has not noticed the danger yet, and looks intently and expectantly.

Hurrying, he took out the stone tablet from his arms and held it high. Aemond shouted with all his strength: "Quiet!"

Even though it was separated by a whole mountain of dragons, it could still smell the rotten smell of cannibalism.

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

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

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

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

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

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

 Soon, the dragon flames stopped.

 “Wormisor, look at me!”

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.

Wormisor was completely irritated by this brat who knew nothing about heaven and earth. He grinned cruelly, and the surging golden dragon flames accumulated in his throat.

 Aemond looked at the dragon in horror and backed away.

"Roar…"

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

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

 “No, no, no!”

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

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

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

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

 Hurrah!

At this moment, the dragon dragon people led the dragon guards to the exit of the cave, looking 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's 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 towards the entrance of the grotto, and the golden dragon flames like a pillar of fire came instantly.

"ah!…"

The dragon flames were coming, and 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—

 The anger was vented, and Wormisor roared, flapped his broad wings and moved quickly.

 It felt the stench of the dragon-eating species, 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, disappeared into the darkness.

 …

Watchtower, underground secret room.

Rhaegar lowered his eyes, thinking in his mind for a moment.

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

Hiriu is currently 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, Larys…”

 As he muttered each question silently, Rega's eyes flickered.

Hang!

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

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

The craftsmanship of the old blacksmith is undoubted. 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.

This sword was different from 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 decorated with four emeralds the size of rice grains.

The hilt of the sword is made of jet black keel, cutting into the hardest leg bone on 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 ruby ​​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 Black Fire sword has a wider blade and a shorter hilt. The ruby ​​at the end has long since 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 him 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 stroked 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 time: "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!"

"My lord, I have prepared a bowl of basilisk blood for sharpening the sword."

The old blacksmith drooped 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."

 Speaking, 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 the magic power in Rhaegar's blood.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　——

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

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

 …

 Longshan.

 “Go in quickly, this is the cave where Wormisor sleeps!”

Hurrying along slowly and hurriedly, Viserys, who was sweating profusely, arrived in front of the deep grotto, and with a hoarse voice, he ordered the dragon guards to enter and explore.

 His health is in terrible shape.

After only an hour of running, I started to feel dizzy and my lungs felt like they were going to explode.

 Especially if you have a cut.

He sweaty, no less than sprinkled with salt on the wound. Every time he runs, the pain is involved. The back of the white silk robe is stained with blood.

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

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

 “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 quickly gathered around him, protecting the king on three levels inside and outside.

Forty-seven people in total, gathered together like a strong bonfire.

Rumble —

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

Viserys secretly gritted his teeth, showed the courage of a 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 cave, 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's pupils shrank and he blurted out: "Vormithor!"

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

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

Wormisor climbed 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 can see, there is only a wretched Viserys with silver-gold hair, worthy of its attention.

 This is the time.

Viserys's heart skipped a beat. He raised his hand inexplicably and shouted angrily: "Wormithor, look at your king!"

 (End of this chapter)