Chapter 342 The Extraordinary Features of the Wild Dragon

On the fighting field.

Rhaegar's face was indifferent, and he pulled the reins of the white horse in preparation.

At the other end, Galwin buttoned up his upper armor 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.

Bang!

The gong rings and the knight duel begins.

"shelf!"

Rhaegar shouted loudly and stepped forward on his horse's belly.

The white horse swooped out, running wildly and restlessly.

The two war horses were staggered, and Regati held his spear and shield, intending to knock down his opponent with one shot.

"Xu~~"

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

boom--

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

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

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

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

Tap tap tap...

The white horse stopped at one end of the partition fence, scratching the ground with its abnormal hooves, sticking out its tongue and licking its nose.

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

Carefully look at the big maroon horse under Galvin's crotch.

He was panting and exhaling hot breath, foam was coming out of his mouth and nose, and he looked like he was in heat.

Seeing this situation, Rega understood and sneered: "This is something that won't make it to the table."

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

He took the time to glance at Allison and Otto on the high platform, and secretly thought that he hadn't counterattacked yet, but the other party was doing one thing after another.

"Then I'll give you something hard!"

The second round of charging begins.

Galvin's face hidden under his visor was serious, and he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the competition.

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

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

He earns his reputation through martial arts tournaments, and as deputy commander, he is likely to drop the word "deputy".

"drive!"

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

His father is a royal minister, and his sister is a queen.

Therefore, he was not afraid of offending the crown prince in the martial arts arena.

"drive!!"

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

It doesn't matter, a 6-year-old Targaryen flying around with dragons doesn't care about a fierce horse.

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

Galwin'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.

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

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

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

All of a sudden.

The wooden lance suddenly shattered, and Galvin on the horse let out a muffled groan, and fell down together with the man and the horse.

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

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

"Quick! Get the horse off!"

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

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.

Galwin fell hard, and the horse hit him even harder.

Especially when he fell, he couldn't get his feet out of the stirrups in time, and his legs were broken when the horse fell and struggled.

A closer look showed that the two calves were twisted irregularly, and the right leg was the most injured, with the bones leaking out.

The maester took off his visor, an unnatural blush appeared on his thin face, and blood and foam gushed out from his mouth.

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

Needless to say, his shot shattered the opponent's collarbone, and since he was hit by a horse, there must be something wrong with his heart and lungs.

Fortunately, the contestants used wooden lances, otherwise there would be no survivors.

On the 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 Galvin."

Viserys raised his hand and spoke sheepishly to comfort him.

The eldest son was a bit harsh.

Galwin'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 Galvin."

"Go quickly." Viserys said regretfully.

Otto scowled, crossing the back seats and stepping off the platform.

Injuries in tourneys are common.

Within a reasonable range, even if Galvin was beaten to a disability, it was because he was inferior to others.

Allison walked over at this time and said aggrievedly: "Viserys, don't you think Rhaegar's attack was too harsh?"

She has only one brother, so she can't stand it.

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

Leonor interjected from the side: "Queen, all previous martial arts tournaments are bound to have bumps and bruises. The prince did not maliciously slander me."

Allison stared at the Prime Minister in surprise.

Gritting his teeth, he said unconvinced: "Lord Leonor, Galvin is my brother, and we are discussing family matters."

Leonor's face was indifferent and he said calmly: "I am the Hand of the King and am responsible for all His Majesty's affairs, whether family affairs or state 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.

If you think about it differently, Harwin was so provocative and only received a few axes.

Galwen 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.

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

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

…

After crippling Galwen, 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.

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

He can still fight, but there's no need.

Again, knights from all over the country come here to make a name for themselves in the martial arts tournament, so they have to leave some opportunities for them.

The time came 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 lay 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 growl, shaking 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, and Rhaegar and Rhaenyra, who were silver-haired and black-clad, sat embracing each other.

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

The corners of Rhaenyra's mouth curled up slightly, and she leaned into Rhaegar's arms, wrapping her hands around the wasp's waist.

Rhaegar buried his head in the crook of her neck, sniffing the scent 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.

The tourney was forgotten, and the two returned to Harrenhal on a Syrax.

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 she is pregnant, the formal ceremony must be held in advance, so as not to end up with an illegitimate child without a name or identity.

"Hiss..."

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

Looking at Syracuse, whose temperament was the same as that of the driver, Ray tightened his embrace and said amusedly: "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 carefully."

"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 his own. It seems to have grown up."

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

Apart from this, only Syracuse and the Sheep Thief are free rangers.

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

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

"Sure enough, a dragon shouldn't be locked up in a dragon's lair, losing the agility of a wild dragon."

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

"What's 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 Dragon King family's attitude toward wild dragons and tamed dragons is to keep them free-range, dividing areas and building nests on the Fourteen Fire Peaks.

A 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 agreed.

Looking at the three wild dragons on Dragonstone Island, the gluttons are cruel in 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.

He is a dragon who is good at hunting and has a strong sense of autonomy.

The sheep thief has a vulgar character and is 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 do not dare to show his face.

In comparison, Vhagar and Vormisor, who have been imprisoned in the dragon's lair since childhood, and even Corakxiu and Yang Yan...

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