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

Chapter 493 Herding Dragons—Ilagas

The fireball flies at great speed.

Silver Wing's search was unsuccessful, and he suddenly noticed the strong wind behind him and quickly turned around to deal with it.

boom--

The dragon's tail swayed slightly and slowly, and its body flexibly flew upwards, avoiding the fireball sideways.

"Hiss!"

With his vertical pupils locked on the ambush gray shadow, Yin Yi was furious and chased after him.

A wild dragon that has just grown up dares to challenge the majesty of the giant dragon.

That ugly mud dragon didn't even dare to scream.

call--

Silver Wing is extremely fast, like an emerald arc, spraying orange dragon flames to charge.

Gray Shadow was shocked. He didn't expect that the gap between the enemy and ourselves was so huge.

The dragon's wings flapped repeatedly, trying to escape into the clouds.

However,

Silver Wing is more familiar with the Longshan environment than it is. The dragon's flame boils the continuous clouds and mist to prevent the opponent from making repeated attacks.

"Gah?"

The gray shadow was exposed to the air, holding on to fear and spitting fireballs.

puff--

As soon as the fireball touched the orange dragon flame, it instantly shattered into sparks.

Silver Wing's eyes flashed fiercely, the dragon's snout opened wide, and he swooped down from above, intending to bite off the wild dragon's neck in one fell swoop.

The gray shadow turned around and tried to escape, but it was too late.

He watched helplessly as the green giant roared towards him, spitting out the stink of ambergris saliva.

At this moment, a thought flashed through my over-working mind.

If you don’t want to die, you have to resist.

With this thought, Gray Shadow gave up running away.

It let out a sharp and harsh roar and spit out a three-meter-diameter dragon flame fireball.

"Hiss-"

At the critical moment, a high-pitched roar like rolling thunder came from the cave, and a stream of green dragon flame poured out.

Hui Ying felt a chill on his back and subconsciously lowered his head and shrank his neck.

The smoky green fire streaked across the top of the head and hit the oncoming silver wings.

boom!

Yinyi couldn't dodge in time and bumped into the green dragon flames, and was forced back by the strong impact.

Gray Shadow was stunned for a moment, then looked back at the cave.

"Glutton, fly."

A silver-haired figure rode a dragon and looked at the sky calmly.

"Gah!"

The gray shadow's vertical pupils showed surprise, and he threw away the silver wings that were beating the dragon flames, and rushed to the surroundings of the cave.

Lei Jia raised his dragon-taming whip and smiled faintly: "Grey Shadow, have you become bolder?"

Gray Shadow Quan took it as a compliment, as cheerful as a silly roe deer.

Rhaegar's smile grew brighter, he whipped the glutton on the back, and taught him a lesson: "Don't block the entrance to the cave."

"Hiss-"

The glutton shook his head and growled, his green vertical eyes full of reluctance, and he was extremely afraid of the dragon training whip.

Gray Shadow was stunned for a moment, noticing Rega's appearance at this moment.

His silver hair hung down his shoulders, his face turned pale at some point, and a trace of black fire emanated from the corners of his eyes.

It actually exudes a sense of belonging that is connected by blood.

Rhaegar flipped up his long hair, revealing dragon scales and horns on his forehead.

The weird posture and curved corners of the mouth combined to create a sickly sense of nobility.

Take a closer look without waiting for the gray shadow.

The glutton stepped out of the cave, jumped down with his huge body, and flew high into the air.

Silver Wing saw it and quickly stayed away.

The glutton did not pursue him, but just circled back and forth in front of the cave.

Rhaegar looked down from a high position, and the dragon training whip made a crisp sound in mid-air, and said in a tone that could not be refused: "Let's go!"

"Roar!"

A feeble growl came from the cave.

The rock wall on the roof of the cave rubs back and forth, falling sharp gravels, and the stone chips are scattered with a rustling sound.

A ferocious bronze dragon head with a crown of horns poked out, its vertical pupils were aggrieved and mixed with a hint of dissatisfaction, looking at the dragon controller in mid-air.

Crack!

Without saying a word, Rhaegar waved his hand and whipped it into the air, saying seriously: "Follow the order, Wormisor!"

Hearing the crisp sound of the whip being drawn out, Vormisor opened the dragon's kiss with intertwined fangs and reluctantly stepped out of the cave.

call--

With its wings flapping against the strong wind, the giant bronze beast climbed into the sky, looking for a mate and flying together.

Rega's face was cold, and the corners of his lips were secretly raised.

Binding spell + dragon training whip, the effect is really outstanding.

After a few whips, the two adult dragons fighting each other lost their temper and settled into a truce.

Especially Wormisall.

This guy is known as the "Rage of Bronze" and goes on a rampage in a state of rage.

Lei Jia comforted him physically, and then turned the Bronze Fury into a Bronze Indifference.

Although there is a suspicion of resorting to external forces, he has overcome his irritable nature.

"Hiss-"

The glutton stared at the two companion dragons with disdain and roared in demonstration.

If it weren't for the driver to stop it, only one dragon would be allowed on Dragonstone.

Crack!

The dragon-taming whip struck the dark scales as fast as lightning, and the sound was particularly crisp.

The glutton growls in pain, while the boss in the eyes is reluctant.

Rhaegar's face was as cold as ice and he said sternly: "You are poaching the dragons on Dragonstone Island again!"

If he hadn't arrived in time, the young dragon wouldn't have survived.

The glutton was very angry and turned to glare at the driver.

As if to say: "That is a wild dragon, not a dragon native to Dragonstone."

Crack!

The dragon-taming whip was whipped again, and Rhaegar had a tough attitude: "It belongs to Dragonstone, not the wild dragon!"

The young dragon flies to Dragonstone, the Targaryen dragon.

This is an eternal truth.

The glutton was beaten one after another, anger filled his brain, and he yelled and cursed.

If you don't do it as promised, you don't keep your word.

The relationship between one person and one dragon, which lasted for more than ten years, ushered in the first emotional crisis.

"You just deserve a beating!"

The black fire in the corners of Rhaegar's eyes grew stronger, and he swung his dragon-taming whip one after another.

"Hiss-"

The glutton was furious and carried the driver high into the sky, diving into the ups and downs of the clouds.

Wormisor and Silver Wings:…

The companion dragon hid behind Dragon Mountain and watched the eating dragon go crazy on the spot.

"Glutton, have you reached the stage of rebellion?"

Rhaegar did not fasten the chain, but held on to the handle to keep it steady, and still did not forget to throw out the dragon-taming whip.

One person and one dragon have the same mind, and each understands the other's thoughts.

When the glutton developed a desire to hunt the young dragon, Rhaegar knew what it was up to.

The dragon has wisdom that is not inferior to that of ordinary people, so it is naturally not a cookie-cutter beast.

Each giant dragon has a unique nature.

Gray Shadow's nature is timid and shy.

Wormisor's nature is irritable and out of control.

Cannibalism is the nature of a glutton.

When he was young, Viserys had separate conversations with Rhaenyra and Rhaegar.

"The fact that Targaryen can control dragons is a lofty illusion."

"The nature of dragons is chaotic and chaotic."

"Use the dragon well, don't use the dragon."

Rhaegar kept it in mind, and today he finally understood the theory of "dragon's nature".

Targaryens' bond with dragons allows them to control dragons.

But the dragon is driven by its nature and will disobey the driver's instructions under certain circumstances.

For example, the special relationship between the sheep thief and Aemond.

Aemond told him to go east, but the sheep thief insisted on going west.

To the west there may be sheep, or simply teasing the driver.

"Hiss-"

The glutton ignores it and flies up and down the clouds to fight against the driver.

Dragon-eating is an innate nature that is in your bones and is indelible.

Rega was not angry, but laughed out loud: "Good fellow, let's compete."

Everything seems to go back to eleven years ago, when one person and one dragon met for the first time.

The glutton soars hard, but Rhaegar holds on tight.

One person and one dragon began to compete.

Rhaegar's purpose is very clear, to smooth out the glutton's wildness.

It is instinct to eat dragons, but you must learn to restrain it.

Armed with a dragon-taming whip and knowing the binding spell, Rhaegar was confident that he could do it.

Crack!

The long whip was flying, lashing the dark scales from time to time.

With each whipping, the glutton roared loudly, and the resistance became more fierce.

Rhaegar still refused to let go and patiently carried out the war between man and dragon.

He never saw himself as a master of gluttons.

Glutton is his companion, like the bond of harmony recorded in the Dragon King's family biography.

but!

There is no distinction between master and servant, there must be a distinction between priority and inferiority.

As the driver, Rhaegar wants to take the initiative in this relationship.

The glutton must obey his orders.

Like breaking the agreement and hunting baby dragons privately, it has already violated the bottom line.

Rhaegar punished it severely and got rid of its bad habits.

In the blink of an eye, a quarter of an hour passed.

"Hiss..."

Gluttony gasped for air, and its flight speed slowed down greatly and gradually became stable.

It still failed to throw off the driver.

Just like eleven years ago, like a stubborn dog skin plaster.

Rhaegar suppressed his smile, tapped the dragon's back with his dragon training whip, and gasped slightly: "Man, you can't refuse me."

From the first time he rode on the dragon's back, the glutton was destined to be ridden by him for the rest of his life.

"Roar……"

The glutton roared and landed on Longshan.

"Hiss?"

In the cave halfway up the mountain, the black and red baby dragon cautiously emerged and watched the situation outside.

The gray shadow flew over quietly and lay on the top of the cave, observing the young dragon from top to bottom.

In terms of concealment ability, no dragon can match it.

It's all about survival!

The top of Longshan Mountain.

The glutton crouched on the ground, his breathing hot and turbulent, hitting the dark rocks.

Rhaegar faded away from his dragon-born state, smoothed his messy hair, and silently looked at the Vermithor and Silver Wings hovering in the sky.

This pair of companion dragons hide in Dragonstone Island all year round, and their comprehensive combat power cannot be underestimated.

For various reasons.

The glutton had a bad relationship with the old couple, and they often had conflicts in recent years.

There is no way, Dragonstone is so big.

A dragon mountain cannot accommodate three adult dragons.

Even Vhagar, the oldest, has migrated out of Dragonstone Island and is active on Tidehead Island and the Throat area all year round.

"If there is a dragon horn, can it command the dragons?"

Rhaegar thought of this, raised his dragon training whip and looked at it silently.

Dragon training props are very useful, as anyone with real experience knows.

"Recall that the dragon kings who first tamed Ancient Valyria were just a group of shepherds on the peninsula."

Rhaegar looked at the whip in his hand and thought about it.

Crack!

The whip made a crisp sound, and Rhaegar smiled: "Glutton, fly!"

"Hiss-"

The glutton didn't know why, but still obeyed the instructions, propped up his body with his wings and jumped off the peak.

Under Rhaegar's command, one man and one dragon approached the "old couple" in mid-air.

Crackling!

The dragon-taming whip was whipped, some of it was thrown on the dragon, and some of it was thrown in the air.

Rhaegar changed his face, like a shepherd, and shouted: "Move!"

"Roar!"

"Hiss..."

Wormisor growled unconvinced, and Silver Wing was whipped.

The two giant dragons were irritated and couldn't bear the dual threats of the dragon-taming whip and the dragon-eating species, so they spread their wings and flew obediently.

The glutton is in front, and the two dragons are some distance behind, entangled with each other and following each other.

Lei Jia was so happy that he rode the dragon and slid halfway up the mountain. He whipped his whip in front of the cave and gave the order: "Let's go together!"

"Hiss!"

Gray Shadow was startled.

Just now I saw three giant dragons being whipped, and they followed them very obediently.

He looked like he was afraid of being whipped.

"Gah?"

The black and red young dragon tilted its head and hesitated.

Lei Jia glanced at it, turned his hand and whipped out the free pay, and said in shock: "Follow the order!"

The black and red baby dragon trembled with fright and hurriedly jumped out of the cave, flapping its blood-red wings to follow.

Rhaegar finally had a chance to take a good look at the appearance of the wild young dragon, and said in surprise: "Balerian?"

The appearance of these black scales and red wing membranes is simply a replica of Balerion.

"Well, from now on I will be a Targaryen dragon. I will give you a famous name."

Rhaegar's eyes shone, he pointed the dragon training whip at the young dragon, and decided in one breath: "I was almost eaten by silver wings, and I have a pair of scarlet wings, let's call him Ilagas."

"Nickname - Blood Wings!"

Ilagas tilted his head and followed the gray shadow obediently.

I don’t understand, I don’t understand at all.

It was just a young dragon that had just hatched.

Even though his body shape is not bad, he just grows fast.

Rhaegar was satisfied and drove several dragons and young dragons soaring into the sky.

Balerion is too special.

It is enough that Targaryen has a dragon named "Balerion".

Eragath is the name of the ancient Valyrian god whose authority is to welcome death and control the gates of Hell.

They belong to the same family of gods as Balerion, the god of death, and are also a lower-level priest.

Nothing could be better for this black and red baby dragon.