Chapter 615 Old Dragon Forced to Move

The next day.

At dawn, a huge black dragon rushed out of the garden of Summerhall.

The dragon crossed the Bone Road and flew over the Dorne Sea where broken ships were piled up.

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Sunspear City, coastal area.

Fishermen quietly went out to sea to catch fish and shrimp in the morning.

Boom——

A huge monster as black as charcoal flew by, its broad wings covering the sky, as if thick dark clouds covered the sky.

"Dragon!!"

The fishermen screamed and jumped into the sea to escape.

The fear brought by the dragon's wrath ten years ago cannot be erased even if two generations have passed.

"Hiss——"

Fortunately, the ferocious beast only passed by the coast of Dorne and flew towards the junction of the Narrow Sea and the Summer Sea.

In the sky, Rhaegar smiled and patted the dragon's back: "You scared them, Glutton."

"Roar!"

The Glutton's throat roared, and his chest rose and fell to speed up.

One man and one dragon got up early and bid farewell to the beautiful environment of Summerhall.

Just on the way, Rhaegar visited Helena and her two children.

The mother and her two children were not simple, shouldering the burden of the family and the kingdom.

Margaery, the little rose of Highgarden, and Maris Baratheon of Storm's End, both women were close friends of Helena.

The three women helped each other, united the Reach and the Stormlands, and have been defending the safety of Dorne's border for several years.

The civil strife in Dorne has continued to this day, and the rebels known as the "Greenblood River Orphans" have adopted a guerrilla tactic of fighting one battle and changing battlefields.

Represented by Prince Quell of Sunspear, they blocked Prince's Pass and Bone Road, limiting the rebellion to the desolate desert in western Dorne.

Occasionally, the rebels attacked the two passes, and Helena drove the Dreamfire to repel the enemy.

Maintaining the stability of Dorne's border for several years.

"Return from Sothoryos and bring the children back to King's Landing to live for a while."

Rhaegar made up his mind while blowing the cool sea breeze.

His child can be a dragon or an ordinary person, but he can't be a sheep.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, a loud dragon roar resounded across several miles, containing endless anger.

"Greedy!"

Rhaegar was startled and drove the dragon straight to the direction of the dragon roar.

The glutton's pale green vertical pupils condensed, his thick neck turned, and he flapped his wings and rushed to the east.

Soon, scattered islands appeared on the vast sea.

A cluster of dazzling fire, thick smoke and screams.

"Hiss! Hiss!"

A light silver dragon soared into the sky, flapping its wings and screaming.

"The pirate ship of the Three Women's Kingdom!"

Rhaegar recognized the origin of the burning ship and the scorpion crossbow that was burning red and melting on the deck.

"Hiss!"

The sea smoke circled low in the sky, and a big hole broke in the right wing membrane, and blood flowed out.

Rhaegar frowned and watched the silver dragon fly up to the clouds and gradually disappear from sight.

This place is adjacent to the Stepstones, interlaced between the Narrow Sea, the coast of Dorne and the Summer Sea.

The troops between the Stepstones are stationed on Bloodstone Island and Grey Gallows Island, and the edge of the island is weakly guarded.

Slave ships, stowaways and pirates will choose to bypass the garrison and achieve their goals from here without anyone noticing.

This pirate ship of the Three Women's Kingdom ran into the sea smoke wandering nearby, which was bad luck for them.

Sea smoke may not recognize the flags of the Targaryen or Velaryon families, but it definitely remembers the stench of pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom.

Its maiden battle was the first Battle of the Stepstones that lasted for several years.

Rhaegar looked down and saw that the pirate ship had been burned through and sunk, and there were several small ships around it that were intact.

The sails of the Harpy were hung on it, which was obviously a slave ship from Slaver's Bay.

Rhaegar's eyes flickered, and he wanted to burn it clean.

At this moment, a group of dark-skinned people walked out of the slave ship, waving white flags in their hands.

"Natives of the Summer Islands?"

Rhaegar was a little interested.

I heard that the people of the Summer Islands are born slaves.

They are strong, sturdy, and not prone to illness.

Grey Worm said that a small half of the Unsullied in the same training batch were from the Summer Islands.

However, due to their lazy nature, their survival rate is not high.

At this time, the dark-skinned natives knelt on the deck and begged for mercy in poor Valyrian.

It was obvious that they were instigated by the profiteers who sold slaves.

Rhaegar hesitated for a moment and did not shout "dragon flame".

Let them go and return to Slaver's Bay.

Rather than being burned to death by the dragon flame of the glutton, there might be a way to survive in Slaver's Bay.

In a split second, Rhaegar looked away: "Let's go, Glutton."

"Hiss——"

The Glutton's pupils were cold, and he didn't take the little bugs below seriously at all, and flew straight to the continent of Sothoryos.

...

The man and the dragon left not long ago.

Several slave ships sent people to salvage the gold and silver treasures of the pirate ship, and left in a hurry after dividing the money.

Three ships crossed the narrow sea and returned to the Slave Bay far away in the East Continent.

A slave ship was unique, bypassing the coast of Dorne that could be seen at a glance, and sailed into the Summer Sea leading to Oldtown.

The sea breeze blew, and the sailboat broke through the waves.

Under the deck, the cramped cabin.

Ragged men, women, old and weak huddled in the corner, each with a depressed face.

On this ship, no matter what their origin and race, they were all slaves who were bullied by others.

"Brother."

A white-haired young man squatted on the side of the ship board by the window, with his arms around his legs.

On his ordinary face, he has a pair of deep blue eyes.

"Don't worry, we are not going to rebuild the slave city-state at the ruins of the Gughis Empire."

Another man with silver-blond hair had a serious look on his face, holding his younger brother who looked very similar to him in his arms.

"I heard the roar of the dragon. It was so exciting."

The white-haired young man raised his head and stretched out his hand to gently rub his brother's short, stubbled beard.

The silver-blond man lowered his head, his eyes full of admiration: "A living dragon is so good!"

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It's approaching noon.

The continent of Sothoros, the Green Hell.

"Hang Chih Chih..."

The terrifying giant dragon, one hundred and eighty meters long, stood majestically, its pitch-black scales reflecting metallic luster in the sunlight.

The huge mouth of the abyss tore into a green-spotted long-winged dragon. Ignoring the opponent's weak cry, it raised its sharp claws and disembowelled it.

The edge of the horrific hunting scene.

Rhaegar dressed in black robes, lit a bonfire and baked a bunch of fruits.

He had just been to the Basilisk Islands.

It still smells so bad, and is home to a bunch of maggots waiting to be fed.

He just changed from a slave trader and a smuggler to a remnant of the Three Women Kingdom.

Of course, prostitutes remain, and no one will drive away a group of poor people who have no power to restrain themselves and give away their bodies.

Rhaegar made a general inspection and found that the Basilisk Islands have been controlled by the pirates of the Three Women Kingdom and have become the first line of defense against the outside world.

At the same time, three emerging city-state prototypes were newly established in the coastal area of Sothoros.

Based on the Island of Tears, Ax Island and Nass Island respectively.

The former is located behind the Basilisk Islands. The islands are covered with swamps and mud and were once the ruins of "High Gossos".

It is both a colony abandoned by the ancient Valeriva and Gughis empires.

The latter two are located on the east coast of Sothoros, with an island shaped like an axe.

When Nymeria traveled across thousands of ships, she visited somewhere, but was driven away by pirates.

Nass Island is independent from Sothoros and is located in the southwest corner of the Basilisk Islands. It is surrounded by affiliated islands and has favorable geographical resources.

The choice of location for the reconstruction of the city-state in the Three Women's Kingdom can be described as carefully considered.

If all goes well, a Tri-City Alliance will be created that is not inferior to the past.

"It can't be too smooth."

Rhaegar murmured softly.

It's time to consider colonizing Sothoryos.

The last time they captured Slaver's Bay, they were overthrown shortly before they could send nobles to divide the land.

It is not that easy for the Three Women's Kingdom to take root in the Sothoros continent.

Rega secretly cursed: "After returning this time, we must re-establish strategic goals."

The Qohor battlefield was a drag on the kingdom, but it had to be fought.

If you want to mobilize troops against Sothoryos, it is easy to fall into a two-front or even three-front battle.

"It is necessary to convene a family council."

Rhaegar made up his mind that he could no longer give his enemies breathing space in order to develop the economy.

boom--

A strong wind swept through the jungle, covering the sky with mossy dark green, and echoed with the roar of a dragon as muffled as a heavy drum.

Rhaegar raised his head and saw the sturdy giant beast flying at low altitude.

"His-"

Uragas stretched his neck and let out a dull roar at the dragon-eating species below.

The rancid smell that made the dragon sick could be smelled from a distance.

"Hiss Ka-"

The glutton looked up to the sky and roared, his pale green eyes full of malice.

Rhaegar shook his head, selectively deaf and blind to the hatred of the two dragons.

After getting to know him for a long time, Uragas is actually a very wise old dragon.

He is very calm about everything and spends time in his own territory.

It's just that the glutton has a bad nature and stands on the opposite side of all dragons.

There is no dragon that has fought with it without hatred or fear.

Who said its fighting style is extremely fierce?

As a ruthless dragon-eating species, it specializes in picking out the weak points of its kind to kill.

"Ulagas, come with me when you are healed!"

Rhaegar threw away the burnt fruit skewers and shouted to the sky.

boom--

What responded to him was silence, along with the dead leaves and dust kicked up by the old dragon when he landed.

"roar……"

Uragas shook the dragon's head, and a pair of huge sharp horns bent backwards cut through the tree trunk, opening up a broken path.

Rhaegar stood in front of the old dragon, facing the hot breath, and the shadow gradually fell over his head.

This old dragon who has wasted his time is worthy of his age, and his body is undoubtedly majestic.

Taken alone, the third largest bronze fury in the family - Wormisor is no match for it.

Only Vhagar can safely cover one end.

Rhaegar's eyes shone and he raised his palms high: "Ulagas, come back to Dragonstone with me."

"roar……"

The old dragon lowered his head in silence, rested his rough chin on his palm, and slowly lowered his heavy body like a mountain.

At this time, Lei Jia took a closer look and saw the dense scars on the old dragon's body.

New wounds cover old wounds, showing the vicissitudes of time.

"This is?"

Lei Jia's expression changed slightly, and he found a scratch on the dragon's head that penetrated his forehead.

The wounds were shocking and oozing with dirty blood that was smoking white.

Rega said alertly: "Have you fought against other wild dragons?"

Such a vicious scratch is not something an ordinary opponent can accomplish.

"roar……"

Uragas closed his vertical pupils, lowered his head in despair, and lay on the ground refusing to communicate.

Rega was very surprised and continued following the topic: "If I can hurt you, then you should leave me."

It doesn't matter whether the opponent is a wild dragon or not.

The purpose is to abduct the rebellious three-hundred-year-old dragon in front of him.

Since the fall of the red comet, the magic tide has revived, and many depressed ancient magics have reappeared.

Mogul in the Sea of Smoke, Iragas and Storm Cloud hatched in Bravs.

Not to mention Rhaegar himself and the short-lived Fu Yingshi and Water Wizard.

Even if Sothoryos really has a second wild dragon, he will not be surprised at all.

"Forget it, let's do something tough."

Rhaegar thought about it and took out the Dragon Horn that he had been waiting for a long time.

"Woo woo woo--"

The black horn held by the two of them suddenly blew, and the endless humming echoed for a hundred miles.

Rhaegar closed his eyes and naturally showed his true form as a dragon, with black fire all over his body.

In an instant, the black robe moved without wind, swaying and twisting like a shadow.

"Hiss--"

The glutton roared, and a dragon-shaped inscription appeared in his pale green vertical pupils, and he flapped his wings and soared into the sky.

He didn't even care about the remains of the long-winged dragon that he had bitten into pieces.

"Hiss--"

The old dragon in front of him opened his vertical pupils, revealing human-like surprise, and crawled back vigilantly.

It had heard the sound of the horn more than once in the cold underground dragon cave.

Every time the sound passed, one or two of its kind would die.

"Woo-woo--"

Rhaegar was indifferent and took out a bloody moss-colored scale from his sleeve.

The scale was as big as an adult's palm, and the surface was shattered.

It was the scale that fell off after the old dragon was injured.

Rhaegar operated calmly, holding the scale and rubbing the dragon's horn, absorbing the hot blood into the black surface of Valyrian steel.

Buzz--

In an instant, the horn bloomed a layer of hazy red, and tiny words appeared one by one.

The small words were layered and intertwined into a green dragon-shaped inscription.

"Hiss--"

Uragas' vertical pupils were surprised, and suddenly a sense of blood connection rose, stimulating the blood in his body to boil.

Although he was puzzled, the old dragon did not act rashly.

It valued the silver-haired human in front of it and did not want to hurt each other.

"Woo woo woo--"

Rhaegar gathered his breath and played, secretly using the "Dragon Dance" technique.

The old dragon gradually calmed down and crawled on the ground again.

"Come with me."

At the end of the song, Rhaegar's face turned pale, and he stretched out his hand to invite: "You are already a Targaryen dragon, you can't run away!"

"Roar..."

Ulagas tilted his head, as if thinking about the meaning, and then stood up and took a step to fly.

Boom--

The glutton swooped down at a low altitude and landed at the original position. The dragon's tail flicked and pulled the driver over.

"Let's go!"

Rhaegar climbed onto the dragon's back, and the corners of his mouth rose.

"Hiss--"

The glutton flew into the sky, caught up with the old dragon who was full of vitality, and spit out a mouthful of dark green dragon flames to protest.

The old dragon didn't even look at it, and crashed into the ash-like dragon flames and headed towards the Summer Sea.

Just move, it's no big deal.

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Dorne, Sunspear.

Prince Quill was young, pacing in the palace with a worried look on his face.

So worried!

Dorne, which was plagued by internal and external troubles, suddenly had a red sea monster.

The Greenblood River, on which Sunspear depended for its survival, was controlled by the Iron Throne, and only 30% of the profits could be distributed every year.

Not much, but enough to maintain a rich life.

The red sea monsters in the Iron Islands killed people everywhere, plundered the natives of the Summer Islands, and looted merchant ships in the Summer Sea.

It seriously affected maritime trade and the income of the Martell family.

"What should I do!"

Quell's face was pale, and he grabbed his hair in worry.

"Hiss——"

Suddenly, a muffled dragon roar rang out.

Quell was shocked, and ran to the glass window with his short legs.

In sight, the three walls of Shadow City were towering.

Boom——

A dark dragon shadow flashed by, and then chased a dark green dragon.

The two dragons stood side by side, hovering over Sunspear City.

"Great!"

Quill's face lit up, and he ran out.