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

Chapter 378 Bloodline——Dragonborn

"Roar……"

Both wings were broken one after another, Mogul couldn't stop his screams, and completely lost the ability to fly.

The heavy body keeps falling, and the huge mouth still bites the glutton.

The two dragons were fighting in mid-air, their bodies getting lower and lower, and their falling speed suddenly increased.

"Hiss..."

The body was hit and fell, the glutton flapped his wings to slow down, and his green vertical eyes flashed with cruelty.

The thick claws reached forward and clasped Mogul's chest accurately, breaking through the scales and piercing into the flesh.

In an instant, the chest tore open and bright red dragon blood spurted out.

"No! Mogul, run away!"

The red-robed Belle was hanging in the air, her face full of mournful wailing.

Even though the method of training the dragon was very despicable, Mogul gave him a chance to change his destiny.

As long as this dragon is alive, he has the value of existence.

"Roar……"

Mogul turned a deaf ear and didn't care at all about the driver's voice.

The jet-black and silver-black dragons fell together, intertwined like two black gems closely connected.

Falling rapidly from an altitude of hundreds of meters, the wind roared loudly.

Lei Jia lay on the dragon's back, panting slightly with his mouth open, and his skin was as red as blood.

If you look carefully, you will see that the black robe was burned in the fire, and the body was almost naked.

The skin was exposed, drenched with the hot dragon's blood that was emitting wisps of white smoke.

"Hu~hu~"

Rhaegar's eyes went straight, and the rise and fall of his chest gradually intensified.

The dragon's blood on his body flows slowly, gushing out from the glutton's shoulders and neck, and watered by the blood of Mogul's heart.

The blood of the two giant dragons was watered and seeped into the pores of the body unconsciously.

"It's so hot, my blood is burning."

Rhaegar's mind went blank, as if he was about to burn himself in blood.

"Roar……"

Mogul screamed, and large jets of dragon blood spurted out from his chest, spraying all over Rhaegar.

It turned out that the glutton's claws dug open its chest and crushed its huge dragon heart.

Until this time, Mogul lost his strength, his vitality drained rapidly, and he gave up all struggle and resistance.

Only one thing.

The huge dragon's mouth locked the glutton's shoulders and neck, and it refused to let go as if obsessed.

puff!

The dragon's blood poured down upon him, penetrating into Rega's ears, nose, eyes and mouth, making him feel as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood.

"Mogul~"

Rhaegar was slightly distracted and stood up from the sticky saddle.

The two dragons fell up and down, Mogul was lying on his back, and the dragon's head was facing him.

The ferocious mouth bit off a large piece of flesh and blood covered with dark scales, and the dark vertical pupils showed inexplicable emotions.

Resolute and determined, with a death wish.

Rhaegar perked up and stared at it.

Mogul's life gradually disappeared, a piece of flesh and blood was torn loose with his huge mouth, and his body fell like a reed in the wind.

Zhi...zila...

Rhaegar opened his eyes wide, and a wisp of black fire overflowed from the corners of his eyes, swaying wildly like a firefly.

boom! boom!

The dragon's blood seeped into the pores on his body, and his heart beat as dull as a drum.

Lei Jia's silver hair was dancing wildly, green dragon patterns appeared in his purple eyes, and a burst of magic power deep in his bones and blood surged out.

The next second.

With a sudden leap, black fire ignited all over his body, wrapping his red body.

In the black fire, Lei Jia was like a god coming to the world, with a black dragon scale growing on his left forehead.

"Hiss-"

The glutton seemed to feel something, and gave up tearing apart Mogul's remains, raising his head and roaring.

Green vertical pupils looked at the sky, and a reflection of Rhaegar appeared.

"no no!"

Mogul kept falling, and the red-robed Belle on the dragon's back screamed in surprise.

Rega lowered his head upon hearing the sound, a layer of frost forming in his eyes.

With a raise of his right hand, the spear appeared at dawn.

He read Mogul's emotions.

This dragon longs for freedom. It wants to return to the Sea of ​​Smoke to live alone, rather than being tamed by humans using despicable means.

When attacking a glutton, one is to take revenge, and the other is to want to die together.

Rega sighed in his heart and whispered: "I will help you to be free."

Ling Li held a gun in his arm, Li Ming raised it high, and aimed the tip of the gun at the red-robed figure on Mogul's back.

Lightning flashed between flints, and the spearhead made of Valyrian steel glowed with cold light.

"Mogul, don't die!"

Red-robed Belle burst into tears, clutching the silver-black back scales tightly with both hands.

Pfft——

A long spear flew towards him, piercing straight through his face, shattering the back of his skull and inserting half of it into his head.

Red-robed Belle's body stiffened, her rough hands loosened, and she fell off Mogul's dragon back.

Everything happened in an instant, like a fleeting glimpse of light.

boom--

Mogul's body fell heavily, first hitting a tall tower, and then falling to the ground in a panic.

A pair of tattered wings drooped weakly, the dragon's head fell to the ground, and the severely injured torso was covered with blood and flesh.

Wow…

The tower was smashed into pieces, the tower collapsed suddenly, and the stones buried the remains of the dragon.

Only a huge dragon head was left exposed, Mogul's mouth was full of blood, and his dark vertical pupils gradually blurred.

"Roar……"

Mogul stared in one direction with his eyes raised, his throat rolled and he let out a last mournful cry.

It seems like a domed dragon's cave, like a distant sea of ​​smoke.

…

"Hiss-"

The glutton raised its head and roared, its dark wings spread widely, and circled over Lys in circles.

Rega's face was calm, and the black fire around him faded away, revealing his white porcelain skin.

He raised his hand and touched his left forehead, which was covered with a pitch-black scale the size of a baby's fist.

【Rhaegar Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)

Bloodline: Dragonborn (+53%)

Runes: Ouroboros (blue), Bronze (green)

Blood Witchcraft: Blessing Spell (Blue), Forbidden Spell (Green)...

Relics: blood and fire (fire resistance +100%), true dragon's blood (fire element affinity +100%)...

Rating: "The ancient bloodline reappears in the world, the original dragon species."

Rega's eyes were clear and he murmured to himself: "There has been a change in the bloodline."

The bloodline of the ancient Valyrian dragon king transformed into a "dragonborn".

The bloodline concentration also jumped from (+49%) to (+53%).

Rega's thoughts were spinning, and he silently speculated: "The concentration of the bloodline exceeds half, and the title also changes accordingly?"

Observing carefully, the "Pyromancer" and "Longevity" in the talent column disappeared for no reason.

"Blood and Fire" and "True Dragon's Blood" in the relic column are both increased from (+50%) to (+100%).

"It seems that he has completely transformed."

Rhaegar had mixed feelings and was slightly confused by the changes in his body.

There is no record of a "Dragonborn" in the brief history of the Targaryen family.

There are a few sentences in Diane Liga's ancient books that mention "Dragonborn", but they are more like metaphors and have no substantive effect.

The only thing that can be certain is that the transformation is most likely due to Mogul's life blood.

A gust of sea breeze blew by, and my hot body felt the temperature difference.

Rega lowered his head and saw that the vast white area was so clean.

"Ahem..."

He coughed awkwardly and took out a black robe from his space bracelet to cover his body.

Sensing the strangeness on his forehead, Rhaegar took out a mirror and looked at it. It was a diamond-shaped jet black dragon scale.

With a thought, the dragon scales quietly disappeared, as if blending into the skin.

"Fortunately, you don't have to worry about being exposed."

Rhaegar couldn't help but smile, pulled off the blood-stained felt on the saddle, and sat on the dragon's back again.

"Hiss..."

The glutton looked back at the driver, his hunger faded, and his green vertical pupils were as deep as the abyss.

The change of the driver also brought some changes to it.

"Dragon Flame!"

Rhaegar looked down at the tower that was still shooting scorpion crossbows, his voice filled with the coldness of a young man.

"Hiss-"

The glutton roared heavily, its body as black as coal swooped down, and the dragon flames bombarded the tower that knew no good.

One man and one dragon seemed to have forgotten the fallen Mogul.

…

Lys, Governor's Palace.

Bambaro was lying in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking as shocked as a fool.

After witnessing Mogul's death, he felt like his game was over.

After a while, Bambaro put away his jaw, which was almost dropped in shock, and muttered: "Let's go! Targaryen madman, it's too late if you don't leave."

If a dragon is told to kill, it will be killed, and there is nothing else it can't do.

"My lord, where are you going?"

Suddenly, a magnetic voice with a slight smile came from behind.

Bambaro's nerves were tense and he turned around tremblingly.

A short man wearing a black robe, brown hair and brown skin, carrying a sword.

"Who sent you?"

Bambaro's eyes were wandering, and he couldn't believe where the group of mercenaries standing outside had gone.

"You don't know so much."

Xiliu saluted gracefully and said calmly: "Everyone is mortal!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dagger appeared in his hand, and he sliced ​​open the opponent's neck cleanly.

"Ho ho..."

Bambaro's eyes widened, and he fell down weakly, clutching his throat where blood spurted out.

Xiliu saluted again and said with a smile: "Everyone needs to be served."

…

The same scene kept repeating itself, appearing in various places in Reese.

The first to bear the brunt was the high tower of the garrison.

The crossbowman concentrated on controlling the scorpion crossbow, while his companion behind him slit his throat with a knife.

In just a few minutes, one-third of the towers in the city-state of Lys fell and they entered into internecine strife.

The rebel mercenaries all wore a strip of cloth intertwined with black and white roses on their collars.

…

Camarasaurus Cave.

"Run quickly, the dragon guard will catch up in a moment."

In the charred open area, two silver-haired figures ran wildly, pushing and shoving into a narrow alley.

"Hiss-"

In the sky above the city-state, a giant dragon as black as coal sprayed dragon flames, burning large areas of the city.

Tristan jumped up and down, holding a bag full of gold coins in his arms, and asked breathlessly: "What are you hiding in your arms?"

The Xiufu looked nervous, tightly wrapped in a coarse robe, and had a round bulge in his belly.

At first glance, she looks like a tall pregnant woman.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, Tristan rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Did you just run into the dragon's lair and steal dragon dung?"

"Fart! I haven't asked you what you are hiding in your arms."

Xiu Fu stared angrily, like a vicious dog whose tail was stepped on.

Tristan sneered, looked him up and down, and ran away without saying a word.

The two of them fled together, choosing streets with few people and heading towards Xicheng District.

The Xicheng District had just been burned by the black dragon, and the entire defense force had been wiped out. It would not be attacked again in the short term.

It's safer for the two of them.

Boom——

After running for a while, rocks fell from a broken tower overhead, crashing in front of the two of them.

Tristan was blown over by the strong wind and rolled and crawled far away.

When he raised his head again, his eyes were blurry.

A two-story-tall, huge ferocious dragon first came into view.

"ah!……"

Tristan was startled and kicked his legs back violently.

Wait until you regain your senses and observe carefully.

The dragon's head drooped weakly, its vertical pupils were tightly closed, and it had already stopped breathing.

Tristan's eyelids were twitching, and his heart almost came out of his throat.

It has silver-black scales, exposed thick fangs, and a large pool of dragon blood flowing from its lower jaw.

"Dead...dead..."

Tristan swallowed and climbed up shakily.

Xiufu also crawled out of the ruins. A hole was scratched in his linen robe, revealing a familiar silver-black color.

"Can you still run?"

Xiu Fu hugged her tightly and moved closer, his eyes scanning the other person's arms from time to time.

Tristan also looked at his arms and said in surprise: "Did you steal a dragon egg?"

No wonder the other party took advantage of the war to break into the dragon's lair with all their might.

The secret was revealed, Xiu Fu grinned: "This is the treasure that Belle hid in the dragon dung, and I overheard it."

Xiu Fu slapped his chest and said exaggeratedly: "When the dragon egg hatches, we will be prosperous."

"If you tell me to hatch the dragon egg, it will hatch. Besides, where should we go with it?"

Tristan was stunned, holding the money bag in his arms and asking.

Xiu Fu snorted: "Aren't you rich? Let's hide in a small place in Essos. The dragon eggs will hatch sooner or later."

Tristan was speechless.

No wonder the other party dragged him along to run away, because his feelings were focused on his money.

Xiufu was extremely proud. He raised his head and scanned the huge black dragon hovering in the sky, and said in a deep voice: "Don't wait any longer. Do you want to follow me or not?"

Tristan's eyes flickered and he gritted his teeth: "Let's go!"

"Then hurry up, there may be no fishing boats in the port."

Xiufu scolded him, turned around and ducked into another alley.

Tristan couldn't move his steps, and he glanced at the dark dragon in the sky from time to time, struggling in his heart.

Should I go with Xiu Fu, or...

Gambling got the best of him, and Tristan quickly made a decision.

He quickly followed Xiu Fu and whispered: "Brother, let me count the money and see how long I can last."

As he spoke, he took out the foot-long money bag and found gold coins bulging at the bottom of the bag.

Xiufu didn't even look back and moved forward furtively, saying disdainfully: "Why are you so anxious? We'll wait until we get out of Reese."

"There's no need to hurry."

Tristan replied with a change of tone: "If you want money, then I'll give it to you."

As he spoke, the money bag was rounded, and the gold-filled bottom was aimed at the back of Xiu Fu's head and suddenly swung down.

boom--

Blood splattered and gold coins scattered on the ground.

Xiufu rolled his eyes and fell straight to the ground, his hands and feet spasming from time to time.

Tristan broke out in a cold sweat, picked up a stone, smashed his head, and took out the dragon egg from his robe.

The shell of silver-black scales glows darkly in the sunlight, just like Mogul's scales.

Tristan didn't care about the gold coins on the floor, hugged the dragon egg tightly, looked at the dark dragon in the sky, and muttered: "If you are so rich, I will definitely be made a baron."