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

Chapter 236 The ambition to rebuild the Dragon Cave

After seeing the introduction of the system panel clearly, Lei Jia's expression changed drastically.

The fire hidden deep underground, isn’t that magma?

The volcano on Dragonstone is filled with magma.

bang——

A small piece of soil mixed with carbon ash suddenly exploded, forming a circular crater the size of a face plate.

Rhaegar hurriedly retreated, thinking that the lava was about to erupt.

However, he thought too much.

Qianmianyu is an island located in the center of Shenyan Lake.

No matter how the underground flames gather together, they cannot spew out magma.

But something did spurt out.

He walked closer and boldly stretched out his hand to stir up the water.

"At least, the geothermal temperature under Qianmian Island is high enough, making it more suitable for dragons to live in than the Dragon Cave in King's Landing."

The second half of the sentence; subtle changes.

After thinking about it, Rhaegar made a bold guess.

Rhaegar sat on the ground, staring at the small puddle, letting his silver hair and shoulders fall covered with red leaves.

He had the idea of ​​taking Thousand Faces Island as his own.

There are fourteen active volcanoes there, providing an excellent living environment for dragons.

Even if there are hot springs, it shows that the underground structure of Qianmian Island has indeed changed.

Rhaegar was on guard, not yet understanding the situation.

Seeing Rhaenyra in a black dress flying over on Sylax.

"Hiss..."

Wow…

Rumbling--

A dragon roar came, interrupting his thoughts.

Looking at the mist-filled spring, Rhaegar said happily: "What a wonderful treasure land, it is indeed the product of a legendary relic."

On second thought, hot springs rely on underground heat.

The small puddle happened to be surrounded by a few weirwood trees, and was covered with red leaves.

"This is [Earth-Breaking Fire], a small hot spring eye?"

This made him think a lot.

The dragon kings of ancient Valyria lived in the Fourteen Fire Peaks.

The water surface of the small puddle rolled twice, and a few bubbles burst out.

There are also volcanoes on Dragonstone, and Wormisor and Silverwing sleep all year round.

The patter...

A hazy vapor rose from the puddle, warm and moist.

"Lega, there's an earthquake on Qianmian Island, come with me quickly."

Rhaegar put his chin on his hand and thought silently.

A word came to his mind.

"hot!"

Water seeped out of the bottom of the pit, quickly forming a small puddle.

My eyes fell on the function line of the system panel.

As soon as the idea came to him, the idea of ​​rebuilding the dragon's lair came up again.

The only thing I've heard of is that there are hot springs in Winterfell of the Stark family in the north, and the underground temperature is relatively high.

In a moment, the red leaves of the weirwood trees fell away.

spa!

Rhaegar murmured softly and plunged both hands into the water.

The shaking of Qianmian Island continues, from the violent at the beginning to gradually lessening.

Rhaegar raised his head.

Rega took a mouthful of hot spring water and tasted it. The smell of sulfur was strong, spicy and astringent.

Rhaegar sniffed lightly and smelled the strong smell of sulfur.

Several weirwood trees rustled as they swayed, and lush red leaves fell.

In addition, there seem to be few volcanic landforms in Westeros.

Rhaenyra looked eager, urging Syrax to land.

"Hiss-"

"Hiss!"

Two dragon roars sounded in the sky one after another, and the scorching sunlight was blocked by the dragon wings as black as coal.

The glutton didn't know when to fly high into the sky, gliding around Qianmian Island at low altitude, and was very interested in the island.

Helena rode the panicked Meng Huo and came from the direction of the beach of Qianmian Island.

Dragons have stronger senses than humans.

As soon as Qianmian Island trembled, the three dragons were immediately alarmed.

Looking at Syrax who was reluctant to land, Rhaegar shouted: "I'm fine, don't worry."

Of course he's fine.

He was responsible for the commotion, and he knew the reason.

I really want to say something is wrong...

Looking at the few weirwood trees with no leaves left, Rhaegar secretly apologized.

The spring appeared right next to a few weirwood trees, in the core area where the underground temperature is the highest.

I don’t know if weirwood can withstand high temperatures.

A good while.

The aftershocks on Qianmian Island disappeared and calm returned.

Syracuse and Dreamfire landed one after another, allowing the driver to step off the dragon's back.

Rega pointed to the small puddle on the ground and smiled: "Look, it's a small hot spring."

"Ok?"

A question mark appeared on Rhaenyra's forehead as she stepped on the thick red leaves on the ground.

"Brother, are you okay?"

Helena looked worried and trotted to Rhaegar.

She and her sister woke up early in the morning.

Meng Huo came to play with her, and she accompanied Meng Huo to have fun on the shore of Qianmian Island.

Rhaenyra was worried and called Syrax to wait.

He was still thinking about calling out Rhaegar, who was sleeping soundly, when he was startled by the earthquake.

Seeing the concern in her eyes, Rhaegar rubbed her little head and smiled: "I'm fine, very fine."

Discover a legendary relic.

After activation, I picked up a hot spring pool for nothing.

As time goes by, Qianmianyu's geothermal heat will accumulate more and more.

These are the geomantic treasures of the Targaryen family.

“It’s really a hot spring.”

Rhaenyra stirred up the puddle, grinning from ear to ear in surprise.

She didn't think about the high temperature underground.

She is the princess of Dragonstone herself, and she has no shortage of volcanoes to raise dragons.

Moreover, hot springs can only mean that the underground temperature is high enough, far from the high temperature environment required by the dragon.

Rhaegar smiled happily: "The hot springs appeared suddenly, and they will expand depending on the trend." Rhaenyra frowned slightly, full of doubts.

Qianmian Island... actually has a hot spring?

She couldn't figure it out, she simply didn't want to.

Feeling the warm spring water, Rhaenyra's eyes flashed brightly, and she said hopefully: "If the hot spring is bigger, we can build a hot spring pool exclusively for the royal family."

Hot springs are rare and cannot be enjoyed in ordinary places.

Lei Jia agreed: "Okay, I will provide the people and you will provide the money to build a big soup pool."

He also placed thousands of slaves outside King's Landing waiting to be fed.

It just works as a labor force.

Rhaenyra nodded quickly and arched her eyebrows: "Yeah."

I feel happy when I think about having a dedicated hot spring bath in the future.

……

Free City, Lys.

In the ruined Perfume Garden, a group of people are plotting something big.

Tyrosh showed up as a lean young man with fiery hair, playing with a skull wine glass in his hand.

His name is Balomy Stroh, the current Lord of Tyrosh.

As for the old man in brocade robes of the former monarch... he is in his hands.

The only representative of Mir was a dark, fat man with a whip on his waist.

When attacked, he ran first.

The remaining five hundred Unsullied survived the double reprisals of the slaves and the rich.

On the Lysian side, Rogar was destroyed and slaves revolted.

A strong man with curly black hair and dark brown skin emerged from the chaos, Bambaro Bazane.

He was a smuggler who worked hard for many years to save up a fleet of ships.

Reese was in chaos, and he took the opportunity to steal power and become the new governor.

The swarthy fat man was the first to speak: "The news of the dragon's attack on the Three Women's Kingdom spread throughout Essos. The Sea King of Braavos only agreed to send a letter to condemn the king on the Iron Throne, and was not willing to send troops at all."

"It's all the same. Several other city-states are also shy and only dare to send letters to blame."

Balomi snorted, dismissive.

He was a mercenary and became a great king only by looting the wealthy merchants and hiring more mercenaries when the dragon attacked.

It is right to dare to fight and fight hard.

Bambaro of Lys took out a small bottle from his arms and said solemnly: "The leader of the attack has returned to Westeros. We must take some action to give an explanation to the people."

They are not the last group of madmen who risked their fortunes and lives.

But one must also set an example so that the high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen who are being persecuted in the city-state can see their attitude.

A bottle of Lysian Tears can kill people without anyone noticing.

"Vote for whom?"

"Aren't there two dragon masters on the Stepped Stone Islands?"

"I agree……"

……

a few days later.

The north shore of Divine Eye Lake.

swoosh...

More than four hundred Unsullied and five hundred sub-regiments rushed over and lined up neatly.

"I've met the prince!..."

The army of nearly a thousand people shouted in unison.

In front of them was a huge black dragon that looked like a hill.

"Hiss..."

The glutton roared, digging its feet into the dirt and spreading its wings to beat the wind.

Rhaegar stood beneath its dragon head, sideways and squinting at the army.

His expression was calm and he didn't care too much.

The army of a thousand men was just a formality and could no longer affect his emotions.

Looking back at Harrenhal in the distance.

The green wildfire finally died out.

After a fire, Harrenhal, which was already in disrepair and looked like a half-hundred-year-old man, looked even more desolate like a candle in the wind.

The five towers were blackened by wildfire.

The sacred forest was completely burned, and even the nearby city walls were shattered by burned stones.

Thick smoke rose, and the twisted tower looked even darker.

Leonor was seriously ill in bed, and Harwin led his troops on patrol.

At this time, Rhaenyra served as the chief steward, directing the servants to clean the tower and carry supplies.

"Robb." Rhaegar called.

Robb, wearing a heavy steel helmet, immediately stepped out of the queue and shouted: "Prince!"

Rhaegar glanced at him and ordered: "You take the Second Sons to Riverrun first. If you encounter the Blackwood family's army on the way, you know what to do."

Robb was mentally prepared and said resolutely: "Guaranteed to arrive safely."

Rhaegar nodded and signaled him to take a rest before setting off.

Robb led his second son regiment to retreat and entered a military camp set up by Strong's family in advance.

Rhaegar's eyes flickered, his thoughts drifting away.

He was supposed to leave for Riverrun a few days ago.

For some purpose, waiting for the arrival of Robb and the Second Sons.

Most of the soldiers in the Second Sons Regiment are from the Riverlands and are the second sons and illegitimate sons of various families.

Robb himself is an illegitimate son that Lord Blackwood values ​​​​more.

This kind of group is not only powerful in terms of armed force.

It is also a very valuable political resource.

The Strong family's army passed by the Blackwood family's garrison, and the Second Sons passed by the Blackwood family's garrison.

That's two different things.

The dragon is very useful, crisscrossing the battlefield.

But Leonor's suggestion is very good. He can recruit a group of people and beat a group of them, win people's hearts and eliminate the chaotic parties at the same time.

Robb and the Second Sons were an important part of putting down the rebellion in the Riverlands.

There was a sentence that appeared in Rhaegar's dream.

"War is a continuation of politics."

Political problems will lead to war.

His thoughts turned around and his eyes fell on the Unsullied One.

Rhaegar spotted the Unsullied officer with three spikes on his helmet and asked, "What's your name?"

The Unsullied officer was stunned for a moment, then blurted out: "Gray Worm."

"Grey Worm!"

Rhaegar repeated, wondering: "Is that the name that the Astapor slave master gave you to rotate?"

He knows some information about the Unsullied.

Two slips of paper are drawn every day, with colors and types of various reptiles on the slips.

Taken together, it is the name of the day.

(End of this chapter)