MTL - Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day

Chapter 348 Title—The Prince of Midsummer

 “Drive!”

Damon gave a low shout, his eyes flashed with danger, and he galloped on a dark horse.

The uncle and nephew charged at the same time, like two bolts of lightning, one silver and one black.

Red cloaks fluttered as the horses advanced, and the lances were pointed at each other's chests.

boom-

 The shields with three red dragon clan emblems engraved on both sides shattered at the same time, splattering wood chips.

Rhaegar swayed, gripped the reins tightly, sat firmly on the horse, and ran slowly to the other end of the isolation fence.

Daemon was even worse than him. The dark armor shook and collided crisply, and he almost fell backwards.

 As it turned out, Rhaegar was physically stronger.

Rhaegar and Damon were refusing to give in to each other just now. They clearly gave up blocking and were bound to knock each other off their horses.

The rivalry between uncle and nephew does not look like blood relations, but seems like sworn enemies.

 “Hiss!”

 Allison stayed with her husband, her eyes showing nervousness, and she subconsciously picked her nails.

 At the competition ground, two figures slowly climbed up from the mud.

The rich ancient Valyrian blood flows in his veins, always overflowing with vitality and nourishing every inch of his bones and blood.

Damon didn't know how serious he was, with a sneer on his lips: "What tricks do you want to play?"

 Swift and fierce swordsmanship is his credo for victory.

 “Hiss…”

 The Prince Regent versus the Prince Ranger is enough to spread the rivalry among the Seven Kingdoms.

　　Wow!

 The collision, as if we were both going to die together, immediately caused an uproar in the whole place.

 He is not good at martial arts, but he has seen countless wonderful competitions.

The war horses screamed in panic, deviated from their original trajectory and ran out of the competition ground.

On the other side, Damon fell off his horse and rolled several times on the ground, getting up with his head dizzy.

 “Nephew, you impress me with admiration!”

Daemon's eyes narrowed, his lance pointed at his nephew's chest, and his shield came out of his hand like a Frisbee.

Rhaegar grinned, took hold of the hilt of True Fire's dragon bone sword and pulled out a sword flower.

 I fell a little hard just now, and my left shoulder hurt badly when I landed on the ground.

　　Even after losing the Dark Sisters, he still did not change his habit of using a one-handed sword.

 The magic power in the blood surged, the temperature of the whole body rose rapidly, and the veins in the narrow corners of the eyes bulged.

Rhaegar looked solemn and shouted: "Uncle, it's not over yet!"

The dark dragon shadow plunged down into the clouds, its huge wings flapping in the strong wind, and its green vertical pupils overlooked the entire competition ground.

A sharp hiss sounded, and the snake-like scarlet dragon moved quickly, not to be outdone and swooped around the competition ground.

Targaryen is a dragon knight and cannot exert his full power while riding on horseback.

 Don't stab each other like life, both sides have to pay a price.

Damon said coldly, quickly changed his shield, and charged again.

　　The fighting spirit of each other's pilots boiled over, and both adult dragons were filled with will.

As he spoke, the ruby ​​at the end of the sword's hilt flashed red, and the transparent core seemed to have flames jumping.

 The two lances hit the target at the same time, and the uncle and nephew fell off their horses one after another.

“Uncle, do you remember the family motto?”

Several giant dragons hovering in the sky spread out to avoid this cruel dragon-eating species.

The nobles in the audience stood up one after another and stared at the two people who landed on the ground.

On the high platform, Viserys looked solemn and stared at the field unblinkingly.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

　　　　　　　　　　　　　

The attendants presented weapons respectively, and the uncle and nephew faced each other again.

Blood oozed from the corner of Daemon's mouth, and he gritted his teeth and picked up a one-handed sword and shield.

Silver armor and black armor intertwined again, paying maximum attention to each other.

 Leggati blocked the flying shield with his shield, and raised his right hand to steady his uncle's abdomen.

Rhaegar stood up with his hands on the ground, took off his helmet with difficulty, and took in a breath of cold air unconsciously.

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 “Haha, blood and fire come from the same source!”

Rhaegar asked and answered himself, holding the hilt of the dragon bone sword with both hands, the black real fire rising all over his body to a high temperature, and the burning air twisted slightly.

  He was not going to show off his pyromancer skills in public, but Daemon deserved some of his skills.

 Calling out the system panel, his bloodline is rising.

　　【Rhaegar Targaryen】

Talents: Dreamer (gold), Pyromancer (purple), Longevity (green)

 Page: Ancient Valyrian Dragon King (+48%)

Runes: Ouroboros (blue), Bronze (green)

Blood Witchcraft: Blessing Spell (Blue), Dragon Stone (Blue)

 Relics: Blood and Fire, True Dragon’s Blood, Vision of Dreams…

Rating: "Ancient and noble bloodline, looking forward to the day when the flame will be rekindled."

His bloodline purity has been stuck at 47% for a long time, and it will no longer increase no matter how he comes into contact with gluttons or other dragons.

 Rhaenyra is pregnant, facing off against Daemon, and the war to come…

 All kinds of emotions stirred up his mind, and his blood suddenly boiled, showing signs of recovery.

 “Huhu~~”

Rhaegar lowered his head and took a deep breath. Every breath was filled with heat, and he stared at his good uncle ready to move.

 In the blink of an eye, the thunder moved as fast as lightning.

The real fire strikes head-on, carrying a powerful force.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

The glutton roared continuously, its dark wings covered the sky and the sun, and it hung vertically under the clouds.

boom-

Damon did not dodge or dodge, he raised his shield to block, and the thick wooden shield broke instantly.

Having gained a moment of opportunity, the one-handed sword made of fine steel cut across the middle and struck without mercy.

A green dragon pattern appeared in Rega's eyes, and his aura rose to the extreme.

 He was more ruthless than Damon, allowing the one-handed sword to be slashed on the side, embedded in the silver-white armor and scratching the inner skin.

 He knew the thickness of the armor well, and it was definitely not something that an ordinary steel sword could break through at will.

Hence, he didn’t even trigger the bronze rune and tried to fight as fair as possible.

 “Uncle, you are old!”

Regal shouted coldly, raised his foot and kicked Damon in the heart, instantly knocking him back.

Taking advantage of his unstable retreat, Zhenhuo slashed quickly, one sword heavier than the other.

Hang! Bang!

Damon retreated in a hurry, his shield was useless, and he could only raise his one-handed sword to block.

 However, how could a one-handed sword block the slashing of a half-handed sword?

The powerful and heavy swings exploded several times in a row, and Lei Jia coldly delivered the final blow.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, the sword suddenly burst into flames, and a heat wave swept out.

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The slender one-handed sword broke into pieces at a touch, and the broken blade shattered and danced wildly.

Daemon looked gloomy and pulled out a dagger from his waist, intending to continue to fight back. "Daemon, give up!"

How could Rhaegar give him a chance? He chopped off the dagger with one sword and put the blade between his eyebrows.

 In an instant, the victory was decided.

Damon's body was stiff and his face was extremely ugly.

 “Hiss…”

Colakxiu rose up restlessly in mid-air, the dragon's kiss spit out scarlet dragon flames and roared angrily.

The glutton's green vertical pupils flashed with ferocity, and he swooped down at the thin red dragon, and the green dragon flames arrived in an instant.

Boom—

The smoke-like green dragon flames painted the sky. Corakxiu quickly dodged in advance, flapping his scarlet wings and diving into the clouds to disappear.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

Gluttony roared, slowly landed on the north shore of Divine Eye Lake, and looked up and down with disdain.

 The driver conveyed the idea of ​​a truce, and it was not the time to hunt yet.

 Colakxiu is hidden above the clouds, and through the continuous white clouds, a scarlet trace can be vaguely seen.

 It is a bloodthirsty beast, which does not mean that it is willing to fight recklessly.

 In the fighting arena.

The brief collision between the two giant dragons was as stunning as a flash in the pan. The nobles present changed their expressions and watched in fear.

 A dragon fight broke out, and they were the first to suffer.

Not only them, but all the Targaryens on the high platform were also frightened. They stood up and stared at the uncle and nephew below.

Leka stood with his sword in hand, forcing Daemon to admit defeat.

His cheeks were flushed, his forehead hair was slightly curled by the heat caused by the skin, but his purple eyes were particularly bright.

With his eyebrows pressed against the edge of the sword, Dai Meng's face froze and a smile appeared on his lips: "Yes, he is very strong."

 “Fortunately, it’s enough to deal with you.”

Rhaegar responded immediately, without any courtesy.

 Learning a fast sword from Xi Liu, his sword swing speed has already reached the extreme.

 As the body matures, its strength cannot be underestimated.

Hang!

The fat referee banged the gong hard, scurried about in a scarlet robe, and shouted with all his strength: "Congratulations to Prince Rhaegar of Targaryen, he defeated all opponents and won the championship of this tourney!"

 The drummer beats intensive drum beats, and the trumpeter blows a cheerful horn to celebrate the birth of the champion.

 The nobles in the audience were still a little unsatisfied and cheered for their champion.

 “Prince Rhaegar…”

 “Long live the Crown Prince…”

　　　…”

The nobles of Westeros are naturally strong-willed, and witnessing the victory of a strong man makes them willing to howl at the top of their lungs.

In the field, Rega smiled and raised his hands to welcome the cheers.

Even though he disliked the hustle and bustle, it was a reward he had earned.

The fat referee showed off his eloquence and shouted hard: "Prince Rhaegar has won the championship. This summer is coming for him. The land is fertile and cultivated. Wisdom and wealth greet everyone!"

His words are full of praise and boasting, but they go straight to the heart.

 In an instant, some talented nobles found that just shouting the prince's honorific title was too monotonous.

Rhaegar has many prefixes, including Prince of Goodness, Breaker of Shackles, Maker of Ashes...

 The good prince appears weak, and the other titles are given by people outside the narrow sea.

 The only majestic title "Shaolong King" seems out of date at this moment.

 Thinking about it being early summer, which is the beginning of the harvest of the year, it has various connotations of enthusiasm, erudition, and beauty.

 Some people thought of Rhaegar's grandfather, Baerron Targaryen, known as the Prince of Spring Dawn.

The passing of spring and summer solstice means the four seasons are changing.

 The first person shouted: "Prince Midsummer!"

 Midsummer represents June, symbolizing the blazing summer sun.

Rhaegar readily accepted the offer, mounted his silver horse, and strolled around the arena.

 The cheers of the nobles became more and more enthusiastic, and the princes and crown princes were gradually replaced.

 “The Prince of Midsummer…”

 “Long live the prince…”

　　　…”

On the high platform, Viserys clasped his hands and laughed, happy that his eldest son had won the championship.

 Hearing the title of Prince Zhongxia, he couldn't hide his joy, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

 His father Baerron was once called the Prince of Spring Dawn, symbolizing hope, glory and the arrival of the dawn. Throughout the family history, he was also a very outstanding Targaryen.

Not to mention that he tamed the largest dragon at the time, Vhagar.

Viserys caught a glimpse of Allison out of the corner of his eye. Something suddenly came to his mind, and he urged the Kingsguard brothers Iric and Alric beside him to get out.

Rhaegar was still receiving cheers below when he saw the Cargel brothers arriving holding a wooden lance and the other holding a flower crown.

"prince."

 Alik looked excited and held up his lance with both hands.

 “Thanks, sir.”

Rhaegar thanked him softly and took the lance with a smile.

 “Prince, your crown.”

 Ilik had a solemn face, holding a corolla woven with purple stamens and placing it on the front of his lance.

The corolla itself is not outstanding, but it is given the highest glory.

Rhaegar smiled brightly and said loudly: "I will give it to my queen of love and beauty."

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

Glutton soared over the competition arena, raising its head and roaring loudly, clearly feeling the driver's excitement.

 “Haha, good guy.”

Rhaegar smiled brightly and raised his lance above his head with one hand.

The silver-white war horse ran around the arena, dragging the young crown prince in silver armor and red robes to enjoy the glory.

The dark dragon shadow swoops down, and green dragon flames are sprayed out, dotting the blue sky to form a high-profile background.

 Finally, the reins were tightened beneath the spacious platform.

The young man has a handsome face, his silver-gold shawl hair shines in the sunlight, and his violet eyes sparkle with starlight.

The huge black dragon hovers above his head, the bright silver armor is majestic, and the bright red robe is blowing.

At some point, the fence of the high platform was filled with figures.

 Elaborately dressed aristocratic ladies were lying on the fence, staring at the young crown prince with bright eyes.

Even if there is little hope, girls still want to win the "laurel crown of love and beauty".

Rhaegar raised his lance high, his eyes always fixed on one person.

Silver-gold long hair hangs straight down her waist, and the hair behind her ears is braided into a thin braid and pulled back behind her head.

Wearing a light purple tunic dress, she wears a Valyrian steel pendant with three dragon heads around her neck. The simple combination is bright and moving.

Rhaenyra leaned against the fence, placed her hands on her belly, and looked at him with a smile in her eyes.

Rhaegar looked up with a smile, offered the purple wreath on the top of his lance, and said sincerely: "Rhaenaela, you are my true love and beautiful queen."

 (End of this chapter)