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

Rhaegar's voice was still childish, and his thin body was not intimidating.

But under his crotch was a giant dragon as huge as a mountain.

All the savages could only look up to him.

At the sound of his voice, the savages all surrendered and fell before the glutton's towering body.

The situation was excellent, Lei Jia continued: "Since you have surrendered to me, you must strictly fulfill my orders, otherwise the dragon flame will not escape."

"Please issue your decree..."

The leading savage leaders had fanatical faces, showing no signs of resistance or hatred from being conquered.

Savages are people too.

People know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

The curse kills them, but the dragon flame can save their lives.

In front of the terrifying dragon, the unorganized and undisciplined savages rushed to be loyal and willing to follow the more powerful leader.

Receiving the admiration of the savages, Rhaegar raised his brows slightly and felt a different kind of feeling in his heart.

After thinking for a while, he issued the first order.

"The shadow monster will attack every savage tribe. Before it grows up, you will integrate all the savage tribes under my leadership and conquer the peninsula!"

This was a temporary solution he came up with.

Gather all the savages, and the shadow monsters will only be exposed to Rhaegar's field of vision if they attack the savages again.

There will always be times when you are killed by dragon flames.

"Oh ho ho..."

Upon hearing that they wanted to conquer the peninsula and defeat all the savage tribes, these savages went crazy.

I kept cheering and couldn't wait to set off all night.

For this group of savages who fight all year round, there is nothing better than aggression and lovemaking.

…

The next day.

Rhaegar summoned several wildling leaders and told them to take care of their tribes.

The White Pine Tribe, which lost its leader, elected a new leader.

They are collectively called crab claws.

It means becoming Rhaegar's minions and leading their respective tribes.

The valley is a good choice as a base.

Rhaegar ordered the women and children to stay in the valley and arranged for a hundred wildling warriors to garrison them.

There are more than 3,000 people from the five savage tribes, old, weak, women and children.

Get rid of half of the savages who can't fight.

There are only more than a thousand people who can actually take up arms and fight.

For Rhaegar, that was enough.

The purpose of these thousand men was to scatter among the swamps and pine forests in search of the savage tribes on the peninsula.

Every time he found a tribe of wildlings, Rhaegar would drive the glutton to circle above their heads twice.

Needless to say, these savages knelt down and surrendered.

In just five days.

Rhaegar flew over the eastern part of the Crab Claw Peninsula on his dragon, overwhelm more than a dozen small tribes and recruit tens of thousands of savages.

The edge of a fetid swamp.

Rega sat in the temporary animal skin tent and asked: "How many people have been integrated today?"

"Back to the prince, there are more than 2,000 people in total, and there are only more than 800 people who can fight."

Baolan, who had changed into linen clothes, stood in front of him, reporting the latest number of people absorbed.

It has to be said that the strategy of the savages on the entire peninsula is very easy.

It took no effort on Rhaegar's part.

Occasionally ride a dragon to scare the disobedient savage tribe, and the rest of the time just wait for the Crab Claws to arrange manpower.

Baolan continued to report: "You have traveled through the savage tribes that can be integrated in the eastern part of the peninsula. There are noble castles in the western part of the peninsula. We dare not act rashly."

"It doesn't matter, the nobles of the peninsula must also be loyal to the Iron Throne." Rhaegar was a little casual about this.

Conquering the peninsula was not at all as thrilling as imagined.

It felt more like playing house to him.

A group of ignorant savages, gluttons who didn't even need to spit out dragon flames before they knelt down and begged for mercy.

At this moment, the big tent was opened from the outside, and a tall figure walked in.

"Prince, the leader of the White Crow Tribe refused to surrender, so I took his head and dedicated it to you."

One of the first crab claws to surrender, Trangle knelt on the ground, holding a bloody head in his respectful hands.

They met with Rhaegar from time to time.

Rhaegar did not allow them to call them dragon kings, and they all addressed them as princes.

The crab claws were also very happy, thinking that they were closer to Rhaegar than ordinary wildlings, so they called him different.

Rega frowned and said in displeasure: "Take it out and burn it. Don't do these bloody things in front of me."

If it weren't for the purpose of eradicating the shadow monsters, he wouldn't want to stay with these idiots for a moment.

All stupid porcelains.

As young as he is, show him these things.

Trangle scratched his head and said in a low voice: "Prince, the White Crow tribe has been integrated. There are no other tribes in the east of the peninsula."

"Take a rest overnight and march to the west of the peninsula tomorrow." Rega had already thought of the route.

"Yes, Prince."

Trangle beat his chest hard, stood up and left.

Baolan looked hesitant and reminded: "We don't have much food, we don't have enough prey, and there are too many burdens gathered in the valley. If we continue like this, we will starve."

"How long can I hold on?" Rhaegar sat up straight.

"Three days at most." Baolan answered simply.

"Well, there are tens of thousands of mouths to eat every day. How did you live before?" Rhaegar sighed.

He is only responsible for conquest, and has not learned logistics yet.

Baolan said helplessly: "Thormund and I were taken in by Uncle Falcon half a year ago. We didn't have enough to eat most of the time."

"Move to the west of the peninsula as soon as possible and try to deal with the shadow monster as soon as possible."

Rhaegar looked sad and asked: "Have shadow monsters appeared before?"

"No, the monster seems to know that we are looking for it and is hiding." Baolan said seriously.

…

Two days later.

On a deserted mountain path, a long line of savages headed west.

A huge black dragon soared in the sky, its broad wings covering a large area of ​​land.

After integrating the eastern part of the peninsula, Rhaegar led the savage group to begin the great migration.

He wasn't stupid enough to take everyone with him.

All the old, weak, women and children and half of the savage warriors stayed in the eastern part of the peninsula, relying on hunting to support themselves.

The remaining half of the savage warriors took enough food to last three days and followed him westward.

There are more than twenty Crab Claw leaders, totaling more than 2,300 people.

It is far from enough for a war that is famous on the continent.

But on this desolate peninsula, an armed force that goes beyond conventional forces has been formed.

Along the way, he met several small noble forces.

They have been rooted in a certain valley for generations, holding the title of nobility, but in fact they are just as poor.

As the wings of the glutton flew across their quarters, these minor nobles came out of their mansions and pledged their loyalty to the prince.

Unfortunately, loyalty is worthless.

Rhaegar asked to borrow food.

When they heard that it was prepared for the savages, they fell in love faster than turning the page in a book.

Even though Rhaegar promised to repay double the amount, he was still very stingy.

Finally, thanks to glutton demonstrations, a small amount of food was borrowed.

"kill!"

"Beat the lackey of the Bren family to death..."

"Son of a bitch Kleb, kill them all..."

Flying in the sky, Rhaegar crossed an open space and heard the chaotic sounds of fighting.

"Glutton, let's go down and take a look."

Rhaegar patted the gluttons on the back, and each one lowered the height.

Below, a large group of "soldiers" holding iron weapons were fighting.

This group of soldiers did not have decent armor, and most of them wore coarse linen.

The weapons in his hands were also very old, far from the style of a regular army.

Rhaegar overlooked the melee.

The two sides fought very vigorously, charging like they were desperate.

Soldiers dressed as farmers, holding only hoes and hammers in their hands, smashed the enemy's heads.

Rhaegar looked around.

I found a flag on each side of the clearing.

They are swamp marigolds and dead trees with hanging skulls.

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