MTL - Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day-Chapter 375 Colakhiu vs Mogul

 Chapter 375 Colakxiu vs Mogul

 Perfume Garden.

 The peaceful night was broken by the restless roar of the dragon, and the rich and powerful who were seeking pleasure were alert.

Guards were dispatched in groups to maintain order in the turmoil.

There are many attics, pieced together into an open-air corridor.

Johanna, who was wearing a thin gauze skirt, held onto the railing and looked calmly into the distance with her beautiful eyes.

 After a while, the commotion subsided.

A small maid walked over in small steps and stood on the corridor, lowering her head and saying nothing.

Johanna blinked, her red lips parted slightly: "What did Dragonstone say?"

The maid was uneasy and whispered: "There will be a group of guests disembarking tonight."

 “Hiss…”

 A pair of broad wings as black as charcoal enveloped the island, and the glutton's huge body slowly landed.

Johanna turned around in a dignified manner, twisted her graceful waist slightly, and said gently: "As per the old rules, get a bag of broken gold and go and look after the house for me."

In the middle of the discussion, a dull dragon roar came from afar, and several giant dragons flapped their wings and soared.

His breastplate is engraved with the red crab emblem, from the Cetiga family of Crab Island.

Vegetation and palm trees grow on the island, covering a small hill.

A dozen men in black robes jumped into the shallow water, dragged the boat ashore, and hid among the rocks.

“Lord Corliss, Prince Daemon is still negotiating with Lord Tyrosh, and it may take some time.”

 A young man with platinum curly hair and a resolute face with blue eyes spoke.

 …

Sunfire and Seasmoke landed slowly, and Aegon and Laninor in armor followed closely.

 Three days passed by.

The sea snake glanced at him and said calmly: "Daemon will not succeed, Earl Clermont."

Rhaegar, with silver hair and black robes, jumped off the dragon's back and walked up the hill.

 “Everyone needs to be served…”

 Daemon, Pentos, and Myr surrounded the Tyrosh sea area, but there has been no news.

  She makes contact with a powerful new ally, but they seem to be too powerful.

 …

 An isolated island in the sea of ​​Lys.

Sea snakes have solemn faces, wear silver-gray armor, and gather around a sand table.

The sea snake had a deep voice, and with its big, calloused hands, it picked up a dragon-shaped statue and placed it on the sand table in Reese's position.

Clermont was startled when he heard this and said hesitantly: "Prince Daemon is indeed suspected of delaying the war."

 “Well done.”

 The leader took off his hood, with messy brown curly hair, and said with a smile: "Everyone is mortal."

　　Johanna let the other party leave, took out a roll of white paper and a quill from her arms, and thought about it: "Don... Reese, what should I write?"

 A dozen warships gathered together, and thousands of well-equipped soldiers blocked the coast as a temporary garrison.

 A group of soldiers with "seahorses" engraved on their armor surrounded the top of the hill and marked out a simple tent.

The eldest son of Bartimus Celtigar, who is imprisoned in the dungeon of the Red Castle, and is also the commander of the Celtigar family in the Narrow Sea War.

 In the gloomy night, several small boats approached in the sea breeze.

 All the commanders greeted respectfully.

Everyone knows that Daemon wants to take Tyrosh without any blood and directly take over the free trade city.

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 Clermont Settiga, the new earl and lord of Crab Island.

“My lords, we have cleared the nearby sea area, and we can consider a general attack.”

There are also several commanders whose armor is engraved with clan emblems such as green towers, red crabs, and roaring lions.

 She had to leave a way out for herself and not reveal everything.

"prince…"

The sea snake said calmly, "Prince."

The maid looked happy, thanked her and left.

 Lees, a remote beach.

 “Thank you for your hard work, my lords.”

Rhaegar nodded in return.

Glancing over the sand table, he pointed his slender fingers in the direction of Lys and said seriously: "I have informed Daemon to prepare for a general attack. Let's join forces with Volantis to send troops to siege the city tomorrow and reorganize our armaments tonight."

The sea serpent was very serious and warned: "Lis has been releasing ravens recently, mostly in the direction of Braavos and Sunspear."

 War is not only about swords, guns and halberds, but also about ravens and intelligence.

The Braavos side has been quiet for a long time, and it's unclear when they will intervene.

  Dorne has been silent so far, so it must be something big.

Rhaegar's eyes flashed slightly and he said: "The direction of Braavos is safe for the time being, and there is no news of troop mobilization."

After a pause, he moved his finger to the location of Sunspear City in the Dorne Territory, and muttered: "I suspect that Keolun has already sent troops, just waiting for us to besiege the city-state, and bypass the Summer Sea to sneak attack on our rear."

 Or, attack the heavily defended Stormlands.

Sea Snake analyzed: "In this case, the garrison on the Stone Step Islands must keep an eye on the rear to avoid falling into the dilemma of being attacked from both sides."

Rhaegar smiled confidently: "I gave the order before I came. Once the Dornish fleet dares to come, the Battle of the Hundred Candles will be repeated."

In the Fourth Dorne War, Martell sent a hundred warships across Cape Wrath, intending to land and attack the Stormlands.

Jechris I personally controlled the dragon and led his two sons Imon and Bellon to control Wimisl, Clarks, and Waghar, respectively.

 From dawn to night, burn a hundred warships like a hundred candles in the night.

 …

 The Tyrosh Sea.

 It is connected by several adjacent islands, and dozens of warships have deployed a dense defense line.

 At an island beach, Dai Meng looked coldly and held a letter in his hand.

At this time, the knight-errant prince was wearing jet-black dragon scale armor and a red cloak, standing against the salty sea breeze.

 Several mercenary captains hired by Pantos crowded on the edge, not daring to get close to the imposing Damon.

The other person has a moody personality and they don’t want to be caught using them as a tool to vent their anger.

 “Haha, you are a ignorant bastard.”

Damon sneered and then tore the letter into pieces.

Lord Tyrosh refused to surrender and wrote a verbally abusive letter, mocking him as a "homeless" Targaryen.

Daimon put his helmet under his arm and said arrogantly, without even looking at the mercenary captains: "I'll go patrolling the dragon while you prepare your armaments." After that, he walked away aggressively, his back showing a strong oppression.

 “Hiss…”

 A huge scarlet figure flashed across the horizon, its broad wings slowly flapped, and it landed on the beach.

By the time the mercenary leaders reacted, Damon had already mounted the dragon's back and flew into the vast sea.

 …

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Corakxiu’s voice was sharp, and his body soared like a snake, heading towards Tyrosh.

Dimon’s face was dark, and the word “homeless” kept echoing in his mind.

father Baerron and grandfather Jaehaerys died successively, and his brother Viserys took over King's Landing.

I don’t know since when, but he seems to have been excluded and become an unpopular guy.

 To this day, King's Landing belongs to his brother Viserys, to his niece Rhaenyra, to his nephew Rhaegar...

Even, belonging to the unborn fetus in Rhaenyra’s belly.

 Only it does not belong to him.

Damon’s eyes were gloomy and he murmured softly: “Brother, I will carve out a territory for myself.”

 King's Landing, my ex-wife's Runestone City, traveling in Pantos, temporarily staying on Chaotou Island...

These are not his lands. He wants to conquer a land that the Targaryens never owned for the sake of his unborn child.

 Colakxiu sensed the emotions of the driver, and his broad scarlet wings flapped constantly, speeding up his flight.

 The purpose of this trip for one person and one dragon is to teach Tyrosh a lesson.

Unconsciously, the blue sky was filled with a layer of clouds and mist, and the sultry sea breeze was slightly moist.

 Tick tock!

A drop of rain fell on the back of his hand. Damon frowned: "Is it raining?"

 The disputed area is close to the Summer Sea. The climate is hot all year round, and wind and rain are common.

 Sometimes the sea breeze will blow a cumulonimbus cloud, which is called "blowing rain" in Mir dialect.

 “Hiss!…”

 Suddenly, Colakxiu's whole body tensed up, his amber vertical pupils became alert, and a high-pitched hissing sound came out of his throat.

Daemon's expression changed slightly, his right hand touched the hilt of the sword at his waist, and his eyes scanned back and forth in all directions.

Colakxiu’s call is full of danger. The last time he was attacked by his 6-year-old nephew on a rainy day, he almost died.

"Roar!"

In an instant, a huge silver-black dragon shadow passed through the thin clouds, opened a scarlet mouth and pounced on one person and one dragon.

Damon suddenly looked back, and a pungent smelly wind blew in his face.

 For a moment, Damon was startled.

 What a big dragon’s mouth!

 At least three times larger than Coraxio.

 “Hiss…”

Colakxiu screamed in surprise, flapped his wings and quickly avoided it, and couldn't help but spurt out a scarlet dragon flame.

Boom—

 The two dragons passed each other, and the scarlet dragon flames hit each other's necks on the side.

"Roar…"

The giant silver-black dragon roared in pain, flapped its hazy gray wings, turned around and rose into the sky.

Until then, Damon saw the true face of this dragon clearly and calmly said: "Mogul!"

He has heard of the Wild Dragon of the Sea of ​​Smoke, with its silver-black scales, gray wing membranes, and an unusually huge dragon head...

Looking at the dragon's head alone, he just thought it was an old dragon comparable to Vhagar.

At a closer look, this wild dragon is only about 50 meters in size, which is inferior to Colakxiu in his prime.

 “Mogul, Dragon Flame!”

　　An unfamiliar voice sounded, speaking High Valyrian and giving instructions.

"Roar…"

Mogul, who rushed into the clouds, turned around again. His vertical pupils were filled with bloodshot eyes and he rushed towards Colakxiu. He sprayed out surging gray dragon flames from his huge mouth.

 “Hiss…”

Corakxiu was exuding a violent aura, flapping his wings and spinning rapidly into the air, stretching out like a snake's neck and breathing out dragon flames.

Escaped from Mogul's attack, Korak stayed high, and the dragon flame hit the opponent's flank.

 Colakxiu’s dragon flames are as scarlet as blood, and they are endless as if they cost nothing.

Daemon's face was expressionless, and the stagnation in his heart was rising and falling.

Looking over it, Mogul saw a red-robed monk riding on the back of Mogul's dragon.

 “It’s actually been tamed.”

Da Meng's face was cold, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

 “Lift off!”

 After the order was given, Korakxiu stopped the dragon flames and swayed his body into the clouds.

 The patter of rain…

It is drizzling continuously in this area of ​​the sea, but the sky is sunny and beautiful.

 “Mogul, fly!”

The red-robed monk is riding on the back of a dragon, his indigo eyes under his hood showing impatience.

Morgul roared dullly, shook his strong body violently, flapped his dragon wings and soared upwards.

The red-robed monk swayed and hurriedly leaned on the dragon's back.

 There was no saddle under him, so he had to hold the scales on his back tightly with both hands, making it very difficult to control the dragon.

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Mogul crashed through the clouds and mist, scattering the fine rain.

 “Get rid of it!”

There was an explosion, accompanied by the sharp hissing of blood worms, and a gust of wind suddenly hit his face.

The red-robed monk quickly turned his head and saw a scarlet dragon shadow coming into view.

 “Hiss!…”

Corakxiu charged quickly, his broad scarlet wings spread like blades, and he opened a sharp dragon's kiss to bite Mogul's neck.

"Roar…"

Mogul screamed, his body shook violently, and he turned his head and sprayed out dragon flames.

Corakxiu was not willing to be outdone, and clung to the opponent's dragon body like a snake, like a bloodthirsty giant insect.

 (End of this chapter)