Chapter 622 Dragons on Dragonstone

After packing up his clothes, he ordered the dragon man to comfort Sylax, who had just laid eggs.

"Let's go too."

Rhaegar took Rhaenyra's hand, feeling extremely good.

Two more baby dragons and several dragon eggs were added to the family.

It happened to be that the family was prosperous, and I was worried that there would not be enough descendants.

Sure enough, you can always trust the harvest goddess-Syrax.

"Your Majesty, I have someone to meet you."

Ilic stood guard at the entrance of the dragon's lair and reported it as soon as possible.

"Who?" Rhaegar asked curiously.

Ilic looked solemn and turned sideways: "It would be better for you to see him in person."

Rega was confused and turned to look down the steps.

A carriage with "Leaping Trout" and "Crows Around Weirwoods" flags, two short boys.

"Your Majesty, Lord Benjikor Blackwood of Crowtree City sends you his sincere greetings."

The black-haired boy stepped forward cautiously, his voice trembling with anxiety.

The other red-haired man was slightly older and bowed vigorously: "Oscar Tully of Riverrun, may the glory of the old and new gods envelope you, Your Majesty."

The two boys were so old that they didn't have any attendants or knights with them.

At first glance, it looks miserable, which makes people feel distressed.

However, Rhaegar heard the key point and looked at the black-haired boy in surprise: "You said you are the earl of Crowtree City?"

As we all know, the Earl of Crowtree City is Samwell Blackwood.

"My father is dead."

Benjikou's eyes were silent, and then he puffed up his chest: "He was trying to protect the crown prince, and his throat was cut by the iron group in the rebel army."

Rhaegar's expression froze, he would rather he heard wrongly.

Immediately, the two boys explained what happened one by one.

Belron traveled to the Riverlands with Prime Minister Leonor, the Duke of Riverrun and the Earl of Raventree, and was attacked by an unknown force in the middle of the night.

There are no less than five hundred people, including ironborn, natives of the Riverlands, mercenaries...

The new Duke of Riverrun, Elmon Tully, was shot by a stray arrow and died on the spot.

Lord Samwell Blackwood of Crowtree City died heroically for the "boys".

"And, Ser Harwin Strong."

Benjikou lowered his head, like a child who made a mistake: "Master Harwin led the charge, but fell under the swords of the mercenaries."

He was a brave man, but it was a pity that he had never been on the battlefield.

He led his troops to charge recklessly and lost his life in one turn.

"He is the commander of the City Guard."

Rhaegar was so shocked that he had no time to react.

"Your Majesty, there is also this."

Benjikou pushed his companion.

Without saying a word, Oscar took out a box from the bag on his crotch and handed it to the captain of the Kingsguard.

"Your Majesty." Ilic opened the box and handed it to the king.

Rhaegar took a closer look and saw that it was a blood-stained Hand of the King pendant.

Suddenly, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Your Majesty, Lord Leonor is still alive."

Oscar spoke quickly, weeping as he spoke: "The Prime Minister was captured, and Iron Man cut off one of his hands in order to question our whereabouts."

"Why didn't Leonor come back to see me?"

Rhaegar was relieved in his heart, not knowing whether he should be happy or not.

"Lord Leonor has asked us to resign from our position as Prime Minister."

Oscar twitched and said empathically: "Your Excellency also said that the king's hand without a hand cannot assist His Majesty. You cannot be called a king without a hand."

"Seven Hells!"

Rhaegar closed his eyes and clenched the palms behind his back into fists.

I expected that strengthening centralization of power and suppressing the aristocracy would be met with resistance, but I did not expect that the first round of offensive would be so swift and violent.

"Haha, are you trying to give me a kick?"

Rhaegar's eyes flashed coldly, and he asked emphatically, "Where's Belron? What's going on with him?"

After sacrificing so many capable ministers and generals, we cannot lose all our capital.

"The prince is very good. He led us to put down the rebellion and integrated the riverlands with the help of my father's funeral."

Oscar wiped away the tears from his eyes and quickly told the truth.

"Riverrun was inherited by your brother Kermit Tully?"

Rhaegar thought for a moment and thought of the old disciple's great-grandson who was called "reckless" and "wild".

Both his son and grandson were incompetent, but his two great-grandsons were quite good.

It’s true that bad bamboo produces good bamboo shoots.

Oscar nodded in agreement, which was the only good news.

Rhaegar had no intention of paying attention to the side story and asked again: "Where is Baerron? Why don't you come to see me?"

Don't let a chaotic battle wear down your courage and hide yourself alone.

"The prince is not with me. He has returned to Dragonstone."

Benjikou answered first, breathing heavily: "He is the prince of Dragonstone, and he is going to inherit and lead us to revenge."

Oscar immediately answered: "There are dragons on Dragonstone, and the prince went to sea at Crow's Roost three days ago."

A damning attack that killed their fathers.

The crown prince swore that he would ride a dragon and take them to seek justice.

Hearing this, Lei Jia responded silently, feeling a little comforted in his heart.

There's finally something gained, isn't there?

Seeing that the king stopped talking, Ilic pulled the two boys and motioned them to go to the hotel to rest first.

A major incident occurred in the Riverlands. The crown prince was almost killed, and even the prime minister had one of his hands cut off.

Someone is going to suffer.

The two boys walked down the steps, looking back three times every step.

After a while, Benjikou plucked up the courage and opened his mouth: "Your Majesty, the prince would like to ask you not to start a war for him. He will personally respond with blood and fire."

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment, then gave up the idea of ​​killing the chicken to scare the monkeys in the Latte Islands.

He lowered his head and smiled happily: "Okay, I'll wait."

If this can arouse the flame of self-improvement in the eldest son, the loss of the riverland is not worth mentioning.

Soon, the boys left.

Rhaegar and Rhaenyra walked hand in hand, looking at each other with tacit understanding.

Rhaenyra's eyes were full of pain, and she couldn't imagine what kind of hardships the eldest son had experienced.

"Don't worry, everything is going in the right direction."

Rhaegar stroked his fair face and said thoughtfully: "Sending the two young dragons to Dragonstone may help."

"Yeah." Rhaenyra leaned silently.

...

At noon.

Blackwater Bay, on the calm sea.

A magnificent fleet sailed in and roared, with a total of more than a dozen large ships running parallel, approaching King's Landing with a heavy force.

"Hiss!"

The silver-gray dragon slashed across the waves, flapping its misty wings and soaring into the sky.

The convening of the Dragon Clan Assembly called back the bloodline outside.

"Woo-woo-woo--"

A royal ship with a three-headed red dragon flag came towards them, passing through the gap between the huge fleet.

Under the deck, the cabin was illuminated by a bonfire.

"Hiss~~"

"..."

Two newly hatched dragons were locked in a cage, hitting the iron bars fiercely, their pupils widened and spraying sparks.

The bonfire swayed slightly, and the sound of the collision became louder.

One dragon had blue-gray scales all over its body, its wing membranes and dorsal fins were scarlet, and it had a mouthful of sharp dragon teeth.

The other was black and purple, with purple stripes all over its black scales, and a pair of sharp pale dragon horns growing on its foreheads.

...

Outside, the majestic fleet passed by completely.

An inconspicuous three-masted sailing ship was tightly hanging behind the fleet.

The deck was full of slave soldiers, with the symbol of Slaver Bay branded on their faces.

The sails were very dazzling, revealing their full appearance as they fluttered in the wind.

It turned out to be two green dragons entwined with each other, forming a special totem of two dragons standing side by side.

A silver-haired figure covered with a silk scarf stood on the bow, staring at the royal ship passing by.

Her white ears moved slightly, as if she heard a voice that was intoxicating.

She narrowed her eyes happily.

…

On the other side, Dragonstone.

A sailboat with the flag of Raven's Roost docked, and a group of people walked down to the island.

"Is this Dragonstone?"

A tall black-haired woman with a bow and arrow on her back looked around and murmured with emotion.

"This is my territory, you don't have to be restrained."

Belron, wearing a black robe, walked forward on his own.

Compared with a month ago, the ten-year-old boy has grown a lot, whether in his eyes or temperament.

The most obvious thing is a horizontal scar one finger long left on his left cheek.

The original childishness of the fair face was broken, adding a bit of decisiveness and perseverance.

The black-haired woman glanced at him and followed the prince silently.

Her name is Alysanne Blackwood, the sister of the former Earl of Raventree City and the aunt of the current Earl of Benjico.

In the battle of Noble Heart, she shot and killed several iron races who killed her brother Samwell in the chaos.

Because of her long, thick black curly hair, she was awarded the title of "Black Aly".

She is not beautiful, her skin is not white or delicate, and her horse face with high cheekbones makes her look mean.

But she is an excellent archer and became the accompanying guard of the crown prince.

"Let's go, Aly."

Baeron was very silent, and every step he took on the beach was very strong.

...

Under the guidance of the dragon guard, the group bypassed the stone drum tower and headed straight for the towering Dragon Mountain with rugged rocks.

Dragon Mountain, at the foot of the mountain.

The old dragon keeper looked bitter and confirmed again and again: "Prince, do you really want to live here forever?"

"Yes."

Belron said firmly, looking up at a smoking cave: "It doesn't matter if it's not here, I will wait forever."

The old dragon keeper hunched over and patiently persuaded: "Vhagar is old and ugly, the young prince should choose a suitable dragon."

"Sorry, I'm not a grandmother who is easy to persuade."

Belron shook his head, his eyes proud: "I want it, this founding dragon that once fought side by side with the conqueror."

Helplessly, the old dragon keeper retreated in dismay.

Instructing the dragon guards to patrol everywhere, Belron took out his dragon claws and cut down tree trunks to build a small wooden house.

"These should be handed over to the servants."

Heiyali put down his bow and arrow and took the initiative to help pick up firewood.

"If I want to live here, I have to be self-sufficient."

Belron waved his sword in a standard posture and turned back to remind: "Pick up your bow and arrows, we are not safe."

"Is there anyone who dares to attack the crown prince on Dragonstone?"

Hei Yali put one hand on her waist, as if she heard a joke.

"You will understand."

Belron shook his head, with no intention of explaining.

For several years, without the company of his parents and brothers and sisters, he dared not set foot on Dragonstone.

For no other reason.

There was a bad guy with a strong sense of revenge who had been planning to attack him everywhere on the island.

At this moment, on the top of Dragon Mountain.

"Hiss~!"

A young dragon with black scales and scarlet dorsal fins and wing membranes was lying on the rocks on the top of the mountain, staring at the silver-haired boy's every move.

Full of malice, you can feel it from a long distance.