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

Chapter 276 The One-Day Emperor of Volantis

boom--

Green dragon flames spurted out and swept across the defenders on the black wall.

In an instant, wails filled the ground, and the impenetrable black wall burst into flames.

A mouthful of dragon flame is not enough.

The gluttons sprayed dragon flames one after another, burning all the troops on both sides regardless of the black wall.

"Run away! It's a real dragon..."

"The dragon's fire will burn Volantis..."

The dragon flames swept across, and the troops inside and outside the black wall were all frightened, losing all will to resist from the bottom of their hearts.

"Glutton, that's it."

Another silver-blond archon's legs were trembling and he said in panic: "Lord Dragon King, we don't know about Malachor's friendship with you. Please don't be angry and give us a chance to make amends."

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When a round of dragon flames came down, Lei Jia looked down at the chaotic army in the sea of ​​​​fire and secretly clenched his fists.

Rhaegar sneered, slapped the rough dragon horn, and said in a cold voice: "Glutton!"

Without saying too much, the glutton slowly leaned down, blocking the way of a group of small bugs with its ferocious dragon head, and opened a dragon's kiss full of fangs.

"Glutton."

It's not a pity to die!

"Spare your life, Dragon King, spare your life..."

Recall Gaedel’s complaints in the brothel.

next second.

The Archon begged for mercy in fear, feeling only a sense of moisture and warmth in his loose pants.

But no one took it seriously.

"Haha, you really dare to mention it."

After playing with it for a moment, the gluttonous dragon closed its kiss, and the little bug in its mouth tore into pieces and swallowed them whole.

The glutton seemed to sense it and sniffed in displeasure.

They vaguely knew that Malachor had corresponded with a Targaryen.

The illegitimate son with a consul father left the brothel, and the consul also gave up the old and lustful Senela as his mistress.

Dragons were flying over Volantis, and Rhaegar had to do something.

As expected, the two Elephant Party governors almost dropped their jaws when they heard Malachor's name.

The Archon was bitten at the waist, and he was still breathing for a while, immersed in pain and fear, wailing miserably.

Upon hearing this, Rhaegar signaled the glutton to collect the dragon flames accumulated in the dragon's kiss, then held the dragon claw around his waist and walked to the dragon's head.

"Lord Dragon King, Volantis has always maintained peace and has never thought of provoking a dragon!"

The hot sulfur waves blew and almost overturned the group of people in front of the dragon's head.

Hearing this, Rhaegar's face turned cold and he noticed the Valyrian characteristics of the other party.

"Hiss..."

After knocking away the mercenaries who were in the way, the dragon's head was raised high, swinging open and closed to tear.

Standing between a pair of curved gray and white dragon horns, overlooking the crowd below, he said indifferently: "Malachor is my friend, and you killed him for no reason!"

The assassinated Tiger Party governor is the best excuse.

"No! Spare me!"

One of the consuls was so frightened that he fell to his knees and no one else could help him.

He found a Targaryen princess as his mistress and dared to mention it in front of him.

The glutton and the driver communicated spiritually, circled twice around the black wall, and slowly landed on the solid gate tower of the black wall.

According to Malachor's flamboyant personality, if he gets the support of a Dragon King, he will definitely promote it to all the nine free trade city-states.

Rhaegar's eyes were deep, and he reached out and patted the dragon's back.

The glutton's vertical pupils flashed with a ferocious color, and the roaring dragon's head reached forward and bit the Archon, its fangs piercing half of his body.

As he spoke, his eyes looked back and forth at the pitch-black dragon that was so close.

The two consuls of the Elephant Party were in front of the dragon, trying to escape in panic under the protection of mercenaries.

Rhaegar watched the whole process with cold eyes, twitching the corners of his mouth in relief.

The consul became even more frightened and said in a panic: "Lord Dragon King, I have some connections with Targaryen, please spare me."

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Witnessing a man of the same status being eaten by a dragon, the remaining archon's psychological defense collapsed and he begged for mercy in tears.

He was just a moneylender by birth, and became a consul by buying the election of free people.

Making money peacefully is the rule.

Never dare to make an enemy of the dragon.

Not only him, but also the mercenaries were so frightened that their legs went weak. They quickly dropped their weapons and fell to their knees in fear.

Rhaegar ignored these guys and drove the glutton to look at the tiger-robed army under the black wall.

The dragon's kiss opens slightly, and the green dragon flame accumulates.

……

The next day, it was just dawn.

The morning sun rises in the east, its light falls on the rapids of the Rhoyne, illuminating Volantis after dark.

black wall.

A huge jet-black dragon prostrates under the wall, its long and thick tail resting under its head, and its wings covering it like a curtain.

On the ferocious dragon head, a black-robed young man sat cross-legged, leaning on the slender dragon horns that were as good as stone pillars.

In front of one person and one dragon, there were all kinds of people surrounding him.

There are three floors inside and three floors outside, surrounded by black walls, with no edges visible at a glance.

Businessmen in gorgeous clothes, warriors in armor, civilians with small assets, slaves with brand tattoos...

Thousands of people gathered under the black wall.

They all looked at the dark dragon and the young dragon king on the dragon's head.

"Sir, the prisoners are all here!"

There was a slight commotion in the crowd, and the red-robed witch led a team of Holy Fire Hands and led a group of people out of the crowd with chains.

The crowd automatically let go of the road, leaving an open space in front of the dragon. Those who are interested will find that the group of people escorted are all important figures in Volantis.

Moneylenders, big businessmen, slave owners with huge business...

There is even a consul and an officer with a tiger tattoo on his face...

Seeing that the boy on the dragon's head had not moved, the red-robed witch took a deep breath and took the initiative to stand in the open space.

"Fellow compatriots of Volantis..."

The red-robed witch gave full play to her ability to confuse people when spreading her faith and delivered an impassioned speech.

The main content is that the Elephant Party leader privately started a war and assassinated the Tiger Party leader.

These detained people are all villains involved.

The Targaryen Lord and Dragon were friends with the assassinated Tiger Praetor and came to visit on behalf of peace.

By chance, Volantis fell into disaster, and he harnessed the dragon to quell the war and save the suffering people from the sea of ​​misery.

Under the guidance of the Lord of Light, the sinners will be judged.

First, he expressed the friendship established between Targaryen and Volantis, and then talked about the kindness and achievements of the Dragon King.

Embellished with mythological color.

After being robbed yesterday and being frightened by the deception of civilians and slaves all day and night, they were extremely convinced by the Dragon King and the giant dragon.

There was no way, the fact that the dragon put down the turmoil was before our eyes, and many people had witnessed it.

"Long live the Dragon King...long live the dragon..."

The hoarse shouts of the civilians and slave classes pushed the atmosphere under the black wall to a climax.

In front of the crowd, some old nobles and warriors of Volantis looked at each other and joined in the shouting.

Others, including the Xiang Party group who were moneylenders, merchants, and slave owners, also cooperated with the crowd's shouting.

Just after the rebel armies of the tiger and elephant parties were deterred by the dragon.

Last night, all the prominent figures in Volantis were summoned into the Black Wall to attend a great council under the watchful eyes of the dragon.

The meeting ended, and those who agreed were in the crowd.

Those who disagree are being chained.

After shouting for a while, the red-robed witch smiled and waved.

The hand of the Holy Fire brought a large pile of firewood, piled it up and ignited it in public, and a large flame rose.

The red-robed witch held a torch, lit it with fire, waved it in front of the crowd, and shouted loudly: "Fellow compatriots, the Dragon King will judge Volantis for its hidden sins, and we should give him the most noble rights!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Whispering about electing a dragon king to be consul...

Of course, these are just the voices of common people and slaves.

The tiger and elephant parties each sent two respected and powerful figures to walk silently to the open space.

The Tiger Party is a well-dressed old nobleman and a fierce young man with a tiger face.

The old nobleman knelt down tremblingly in front of the dragon, groped in his arms, and took out a golden crown.

The crown is made of gold, with a ruby ​​the size of a dove egg inlaid on the top.

If you look carefully, you can see that there are several giant dragons of different shapes carved on the edge of the crown, spitting out dragon flames with their fangs and claws spreading.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the old noble raised the crown with both hands and shouted with great respect: "Dear Dragon King, this coronation crown from the Free Fortress period is dedicated to you, who is of noble blood."

The representative of the Elephant Party also knelt on the ground and trembled: "I also ask you to serve as the supreme governor of Volantis and restore the glory of the Free Fortress Empire."

After the words fell, the black-robed figure on the dragon's head finally made some move.

Rhaegar woke up from his slumber, still sitting, his eyes falling on the ancient crown.

The crown is a bit old, and the carvings on the exterior are a bit blurry, full of the atmosphere of time.

His legs changed from sitting cross-legged to stretching and bending. Rhaegar straightened his back and said calmly: "This is an empire's crown, which can only be worn on the emperor's head."

The nation of Old Valyria was called the Freehold Empire.

But the empire has no emperor or king, instead forty dragon king families elect the supreme consul.

Rhaegar's words are misleading.

The old noble held his crown high and shouted sincerely: "You are the emperor of Volantis!"

Upon hearing this, Rega glanced at the crowd calmly, without any urgent agreement.

The red-robed witch was very discerning. She knelt down with a pop and said incitingly: "Your Highness the Dragon King, please be crowned under the gaze of the King of Light!"

With one person taking the lead, the largest number of civilians and slaves quickly knelt down and echoed.

Members of the tiger and elephant parties dared not speak out in anger and fell to their knees.

Rega saw all this and secretly laughed.

These are all discussed in advance.

He served as the supreme consul of Volantis for a day, judging the remaining forces.

Forced by the threat of the dragon, the tiger and elephant parties must fully cooperate.

Accordingly, Rhaegar resigned one day later and selected three new consuls to take the throne.

In this exchange of interests, Rega gained fame and fortune, and won the recognition of the people at the bottom.

At the same time, it can at least support one consul and intervene in Volantis's political power.

Looking at the people who were loudly begging for his coronation, Rhaegar sighed inwardly and smiled: "Malachor, thank you for your death."

If it hadn't been for the assassinated Tiger Party Archon, he wouldn't have had the chance to sweep Volantis outright.

Patting the holed black robe, Rhaegar stood up slowly.

With a swish sound, the dragon claws from his waist were pulled out.

The Valyrian steel sword glowing with cold light was raised high, shining in the light of the morning sun, and fearless will burst out.

The shouts under the black wall suddenly fell silent, and tens of thousands of pairs of expectant eyes looked at the silver-haired boy above the dragon.

"Everyone, thank you for your trust."

Rhaegar looked around the audience with his purple eyes and said calmly: "But I come from Westeros, and there is a real kingdom waiting for me to govern, so I cannot protect Volantis with all my heart."

As soon as this statement came out, the people couldn't help but look disappointed and talked about it.

Who wouldn’t want to live under the rule of a powerful, benevolent Dragon King?
"but!"

Rega controlled his emotions accurately, and drew his attention again with a loud shout.

The cold dragon-clawed sword pointed forward, and he patted his chest with one hand, his voice like a bell: "At this moment, I will become your emperor and eradicate evil for you!"

(End of this chapter)