MTL - Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day-Chapter 342 The Extraordinary Features of Wild Dragon

Chapter 342 The Extraordinary Features of the Wild Dragon

 On the fighting field.

Rhaegar looked calm and held the reins of the white horse in preparation.

 At the other end, Galwin buttoned up his upper coat and patted the maroon mare on his crotch.

 In order to win the competition, he specially selected a mare in heat to affect the performance of the opponent's stallion.

Hang!

 The gong rings, and the knight duel begins.

"shelf!"

Rhaegar gave a loud shout and stepped forward on his horse's belly.

 The white horse rushed out with a swish, running wildly and restlessly.

Garwin shouted, and the bay-red horse charged, his lance pointed at the crown prince's shoulder armor.

 All the attendants in the venue heard the sound of cracking bones.

Halwin Strong was seriously injured in the competition and had difficulty returning to his original position for a year and a half.

The white horse brayed and his body shook for a moment, disrupting his rhythm.

Garwin's face hidden under the visor was serious, and he was concentrating on the competition.

Just now, the opponent's lance came menacingly, stabbing his chest as if it was expected.

 He joined the City Guard in 111 AC and currently serves as deputy commander.

Rhaegar's eyes were slightly cold, and the white horse rushed out restlessly, without any thought of cooperating with the knight on its back.

The wooden lance was suddenly smashed into pieces. Galwin on the horse let out a muffled groan, and he and the horse fell down together.

Within a few breaths, two war horses, one red and one white, faced each other.

Tightening the reins, Rhaegar switched to a lance, his eyes becoming cold.

 “Drive!”

 He breathed out hot breath, foaming from his mouth and nose, and looked like he was in heat.

The white horse stopped at one end of the partition fence. It scratched the ground with its abnormal hooves and stuck out its tongue to lick its nose.

 “Then I’ll give you something hard!”

 The two lances collided, exploding into a sky full of sawdust.

Rhaegar frowned slightly, recognizing that this was a small gesture of the horse's courtship period.

 Fortunately, he reacted quickly and smashed the opponent's lance.

 The second round of charge begins.

The fat referee shouted repeatedly, the fat on his face trembling.

At this moment, a cold light flashed in Rega’s eyes.

Two war horses are staggered. Regati holds a spear and a shield, intending to knock down his opponent with one shot.

 Look carefully at the big maroon horse under Galvin's crotch.

 “Drive!”

The condescending lance was the first to touch the opponent's breastplate, resulting in a powerful and heavy impact.

 Tap tap tap…

Take the time to glance at Allison and Otto on the high platform, secretly thinking that he hasn't counterattacked yet, but the opponent is doing one thing after another.

Hence, he was not afraid of offending the crown prince in the arena.

 “Quick! Get the horse off!”

Rega tightened the reins of the white horse, forced his own horse to stop, and walked around the edge of the field to look at the miserable state of his opponent.

 It doesn't matter, a 6-year-old Targaryen who rides dragons all over the sky doesn't care about a strong horse.

Garwin's eyes showed excitement, his back arched, his arm calmly held the front thrust of the lance, and he saw it hit the crown prince's unprotected shoulder armor.

 In an instant.

His father is a minister of the imperial court, and his sister is a queen.

Rhaegar looked back and saw that his opponent had run far away and was swaying on his horse.

boom-

 Earning fame through martial arts competitions, as deputy commander, he is likely to drop the word "vice".

Seeing this situation, Rhaegar understood and sneered: "What you do is not worthy of being on the table."

He exerted force on his waist suddenly, stood upright with his feet in the stirrups on both sides, leaned his upper body forward and stabbed the lance hard.

　　People fell on the muddy ground, and horses fell on people.

 Calwin was hit hard, and the horse hit him even harder.

Especially when he fell, he failed to pull his feet out of the stirrups in time, and his legs were directly broken when the horse fell and struggled.

Looking from a distance, you can see that the two calves are twisted irregularly, and the right leg is the most injured, with the bones leaking out.

The bachelor took off his visor, an unnatural blush appeared on his thin face, and blood and foam spewed out of his mouth.

Rhaegar took a quick glance and rode away from the arena.

No need to look at it, his shot broke the opponent's collarbone, and he was hit by a horse, so there must be something wrong with his heart and lungs.

 Happily I was using wooden lances in the competition, otherwise there would be no survivors.

 On a high platform.

Allison covered his mouth with his hands and almost screamed.

Otto also stood up from his seat and looked at his eldest son worriedly.

 How could he be so seriously injured in the blink of an eye?

“Otto, don’t get excited yet. I’m going to ask Orville to diagnose and treat Calvin.”

 Viserys raised his hand and spoke shyly to console him.

 The eldest son was a bit harsh.

Garwin's armor was removed, and a pair of calves were completely deformed, with half of the bones piercing the flesh and exposed to the air.

 My life can be saved, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to walk in the future.

Otto's eyesight was amazing and he could clearly see the injury of his eldest son. He took a deep breath and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me for being rude. I have to go see Calvin."

 “Go quickly,” Viserys said sadly.

 Otto looked gloomily, walked through the back seats, and stepped down from the high platform.

 Injuries in tourneys are common.

 Within a reasonable range, even if Galwin was beaten to a disability, his skills were inferior to others.

Allison came over at this time and said aggrievedly: "Viserys, don't you think Rhaegar's attack was too heavy-handed?" She was only an older brother, so she couldn't stand it.

Viserys looked embarrassed and tried to formulate some words of comfort.

Leonor interjected from the side: "Queen, all previous tournaments are bound to have bumps and bruises, and the prince did not mean to slander you."

Allison stared at the Prime Minister in surprise.

He gritted his teeth and said unconvinced: "Lord Leonor, Calvin is my brother, and we are discussing family matters."

Leonor looked indifferent and said calmly: "I am the King's Hand and am responsible for all His Majesty's affairs, whether family affairs or national affairs."

He has concluded that his second son Laris is related to the Hightower family, which further strengthens his belief in supporting the crown prince's faction.

To think about it differently, Harwin was so provocative, but he only received a few axes.

Garwin almost died on the spot in Rhaegar's hands for two rounds.

Viserys glanced at Leonor approvingly, thinking that he was indeed the prime minister he had chosen, and he showed energy at critical moments.

 Hate was drawn from Rhaegar to Leonor. Allison regained his senses and burst into tears sadly.

Viserys was a good old man, and he quickly hugged his wife and comforted her softly.

 …

After crippling Galwin, Rhaegar did not leave immediately, but changed horses to continue several knightly duels.

 There is a saying that the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms have been immersed in the peaceful era for too long.

 The knights who have never participated in the war have mediocre skills and none of them can fight.

Rhaegar galloped his horse and swept through five or six contestants, drawing cheers from the nobles in the audience.

 Finding that the war horse was breathing a little, Rhaegar took the opportunity to exit.

 He can still fight, but it's not necessary.

Still, the Cavaliers across the country rushed to the competition conference and had to leave some opportunities for others.

 The time comes to noon.

The sun in early summer exudes warmth and radiance, and the breeze brings a hint of coolness.

 Gravel Garden, inside a white stone palace.

 “Hiss…”

 A dragon with golden scales was lying on the floor, its head resting lazily on its tail.

 “Syrax, don’t scream.”

Rhaenyra's voice sounded like a mother lecturing a disobedient child.

"Roar…"

Syrax's throat rolled and he let out a low roar. He shook his body as if in a bad temper, and his golden scales kept rubbing against the floor.

On one side of the female dragon's body, there were many soft pillows on the floor. Rhaegar and Rhaenyra, who were dressed in silver and black, sat hugging each other.

The siblings left the competition ground early and hid back in Harrenhal.

Rhaenyra curled her lips slightly, leaning on Rhaegar's arms, wrapping her arms around her waist.

Rhaegar buried his head in the crook of her neck, sniffing the fragrance of the Orchid from her hair, and caressed her flat belly with his big hands.

“Rhaenyra, the tourney is over, let’s return to Dragonstone to hold the ceremony.”

Rega's eyes were indescribably gentle, his side face gently rubbed the other person's hair, his tone was full of joy and solemnity.

 After the game, Rhaenyra told him about her pregnancy.

With the tourney behind them, the two rode a Syracuse back to Harrenhal.

Rhaenyra's purple eyes revealed a seductive look, and her mouth curved: "Okay, just follow the old Valyrian customs."

 Following family tradition, the two made an "agreement" in advance.

Now that you are pregnant, the formal ceremony must be held in advance to avoid having an illegitimate child with no name or distinction.

 “Hiss…”

Syracuse tilted his dragon head and stared at the two of them with a pair of vertical pupils in confusion.

Looking at Sylax, whose temperament was the same as that of the driver, Ray tightened his embrace and said with a smile: "Rhaenyra, it's looking at us."

Rhaenyra held a pair of big hands on her belly and hummed arrogantly: "Syrax is very protective of me. The glutton is not here, so I will take care of you."

“It seems to have grown a lot?” Rhaegar looked at it carefully.

 Syracuse is a third-generation dragon, about 20 to 30 years old, and over a hundred feet tall.

Yangyan and Haiyan of the same period are similar to it, and the gray shadow is slightly smaller than the three.

Rhaenyra raised her eyes and thought: "I listened to your suggestion and let Syrax hunt on her own. It seems that she has grown up."

Ordinary dragons are fed by dragon people to cattle and sheep, and they are usually kept in dragon lairs to sleep.

 The three adult dragons, Vhagar, Glutton, and Vormisor, are too big to provide comfortable space in the King's Landing Dragon Lair, so they are basically kept free.

 Other than that, only Syracuse and the Sheep Thief are herding animals.

 Sheep thieves are very special among dragons. They don't quite listen to Aemond's instructions. They fly around willfully and poach the sheep of herders' homes.

Syrax simply relied on Rhaenyla's favor and flew around carefree all day long. After sunset, he returned to the back garden of the Red Keep to rest.

“The dragon really shouldn’t be locked up in the dragon’s lair, as it loses the agility of a wild dragon.”

Rhaegar pondered secretly and took out the newly acquired ancient books.

 “What’s written in the book?”

Rhaenyra rested her head on Rhaegar's heart and opened the pages of the book curiously.

Rhaegar grabbed her little paw and explained: "This is a miscellany, a record of a learned man during the Free Fortress period. It contains many references to the Dragon King's family's meager knowledge of raising dragons."

For example, the attitude of the Dragon King family to free-range wild dragons and tame dragons is to divide the areas and build nests on the Fourteen Fire Peaks.

 One key piece of information is recorded in the book.

 Except for young dragons, the top dragon king families never imprison any sub-adult or adult dragons.

 The dragon and the driver will get along with each other for many years, and they will continue to develop suitable personalities.

Rhaegar agrees with this.

Looking at the three wild dragons on Dragonstone, the gluttons are cruel by nature and like to eat dragon eggs and young dragons.

As far as Rhaegar knew, Gluttony traveled across the Narrow Sea and beyond after passing through sub-adulthood. When he grew up to about 60 years old, he explored Essos and some islands.

It is a dragon that is good at hunting and has a strong sense of autonomy.

 Sheep thieves have a wretched character and are obsessed with mutton and the pleasure of poaching.

  Gray Shadow is a shy dragon. When he sees fishermen, he will hide in the clouds and mist and dare not show his face.

  Comparatively, Vhagar, Wormisor, who have been imprisoned in the dragon's lair since childhood, and even Corakxiu, Sunfire...

The characters of these dragons seem to be nothing but ferocious, with no special habits or habits of wild dragons at all.

 (End of this chapter)