Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

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When they arrived at the entrance of the dragon pit, Rhaenyra slapped Aemon on the butt without saying a word.

"Ah!" Aemon screamed in pain, still staring behind him.

What's going on? I didn't say that the dragon was ignoring people.

Seeing his indignant look, Rhaenyra's face turned red with anger and shouted: "Aemon, you almost lost your life just now!"

The dragon has clearly refused, and if he still dares to pester, he is seeking death.

"It didn't attack me."

Aemon's eyes were serious and he confirmed: "It didn't want to attack me either."

He was nervous.

But when he stood in front of Meng Huo, he could faintly feel a trace of thoughts in the huge body.

That is, "no sense".

Not only was she indifferent to his request to form a bond, but she was indifferent to him as a whole.

Not even a desire to attack.

Rhaenyra's chest rose and fell violently, and she said with a cold face, "You, don't do this again!"

What a nonsense.

Even if Daemon had troubles in training dragons, he had never been so bold as him.

If something really happened, how would she explain it to Eamonn's parents and her own father?

Looking at the furious Rhaenyra, Aemon lowered his head unconsciously and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, I can't do it anymore."

It was not because he touched Menghuo without authorization, but because he made the other party worried.

If you think about it carefully, what you just did was indeed thrilling.

You shouldn't be so impulsive and just follow your feelings.

"Forget it, as long as you understand."

Rhaenyra clutched her chest, really not wanting to say anything more.

She needed some time to be quiet.

Aemon pursed his lips and drew circles on the ground with his toes.

It's a bit dangerous, but it has rich and unknown rewards.

Just now, the panel sounded.

"Discover powerful creatures containing special magic and gain a share of the scorching fire magic."

Aemon took a sneak peek at Rhaenyra, who was no longer looking at him, and called up the [Magic Essence Panel].

【Aemon Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)

Bloodline: Ancient Valyrian Dragon King (18%)

Skills: High Valyrian (proficient), Arithmetic (proficient)...

Magic Cards: None

Pet: Golden-nosed rat (blue)

Status: "Well-developed human cub, promising to become a powerful warrior."

"The purity of the bloodline has been increased by 5% out of thin air, and a new pet column has appeared."

Aemon thought about it carefully and guessed that Dream Fire provided the fire magic power to work.

The gorgeous panel flips and the card panel appears.

There was only one of the three cards left [Miao Hand Empty], and his sight automatically passed by.

Next to the golden hourglass at the bottom: [Quantity of Essence: 168]

The extra 100 points of magic essence are obviously thanks to Dream Fire.

Aemon was no longer so hopeless, and was pleasantly surprised: "Both blood and essence have blossomed, it's really worth it."

"Prince, please leave first."

The old man couldn't see the gorgeous panel, his face turned pale with fright, and begged His Highness to leave first.

A Targaryen had an accident in the dragon's lair he managed, with disastrous consequences.

The last time I was so frightened was because of "Bold Bellon".

Aemon closed the panel and wanted to leave but was unwilling to do so. He was extremely torn.

Although Menghuo didn't approve of him, he accepted Menghuo's gift and didn't want to say goodbye.

The old dragon-riding man thought he still wanted to try, and said with a sad face: "Prince, you were already four years old when your father rode on the dragon's back."

Except for the young dragons hatched in the cradle, no Targaryen has ever tamed a dragon younger than ten years old.

Most occur in adulthood.

In other words, an eight-year-old child cannot even sit firmly on the saddle on the dragon's back.

Aemon shook his head and said that he was not training a dragon. He also said: "Dreamfire has a weird temper. Can you please unchain it and let it be free for a moment."

"That's dangerous."

The old Huanlong people speak righteously.

After thinking deeply, Aemon said: "It is just lonely. It was once a symbol of auspiciousness hatched in King's Landing. It only flies once and it is harmless."

Hearing this, the old man was silent.

Menghuo is the oldest dragon in the world besides "Vagahar". His wisdom accumulated over the years is no less than that of others, and he has traveled all over the continent.

It is even less hostile towards humans.

Aemon advised again: "Even if the Dreamfire flies far away, the only place it can go to is Dragonstone."

"That's right." The old man nodded and admitted.

Dragons are highly intelligent creatures, and they also have the racial characteristics of "homebody".

From hatching in one territory, they basically won’t wander further afield.

Just like the two wild dragons on Dragonstone, they only built their nests in Dragon Mountain.

"There's nothing wrong with letting it go back to Dragonstone."

Rhaenyra spoke suddenly.

Eamonn was very surprised, he didn't expect that she would speak for him.

"Hmph!" Rhaenyra snorted coldly.

She wasn't helping this bastard, but she didn't want a gorgeous dragon to be imprisoned in the dragon's lair forever.

Then Aemon is happy enough.

The two highnesses both spoke loudly, and the old man had no choice but to obey: "Please go out first, and let us complete this matter."

"Okay!" Aemon agreed.

Regardless of whether Rhaenyra talked to him or not, she shook her soft little hand and walked away cheekily holding hands.

Girls don’t tolerate coaxing.

He was so difficult to take care of when he was a child, but Allison calmed him down and continued to take care of him, wiping away his tears.

Rhaenyra was helpless and was forced to follow him out of the dragon's lair.

Boom!

The moment the bronze door opened, a ray of sunshine shone on the face, and the breeze blew gently by the ears.

Aemon narrowed his eyes, and his body and mind became much brighter.

"Don't do this next time."

Rhaenyra felt the same way, tilted her head awkwardly, and gave a gentle lesson.

The corner of Aemon's mouth raised a cute curve, and he said crisply: "Okay, I will listen to you."

During the conversation, the escort team rushed over.

The dragon's lair is an important place, and even Sir Steve has to guard it outside.

"Prince, it doesn't matter if you fail once, you are still young."

Sir Ryan smiled and offered comfort very considerately.

After listening to what he said, Sir Steve and William realized that the prince did not come out riding a dragon.

"Ha tui~"

Gonsol looked indifferent, chewing on the orange and spitting out the seeds.

boom! boom!

At this moment, there was a sound of heavy objects stepping on the dragon's lair.

"Protect the prince and princess."

Sir Steve was worthy of being a member of the Kingsguard, and he quickly protected the two highnesses behind him.

"Quiet, Dream Fire!!"

The cry of the old dragonman rang out, calming the restless dragon in High Valyrian.

Then, everyone saw only a shadow blocking the sunlight.

An elegant light blue dragon slowly climbed out of the bronze door, its head held high, and it looked directly at the sun with half-squinted eyes.

Because they don't go out all year round, they are adapting to the sun.

"dragon!!"

William screamed and almost lost his balance and fell down the steps.

Sir Steve and Sir Ryan were also shocked. It was the first time in their lives that they were in close contact with a dragon, and their palms tightly grasped the hilt of the sword.

"Seven Hells!"

Gunsor was the most shocked. He looked up at the giant dragon in stunned silence. Half of the oranges he chewed fell from his mouth.

The dragon looks fine from a distance.

The distance was now only a few meters, and one claw finger could crush him to death.

A sense of awe arises spontaneously.

Aemon saw everything in his eyes, led Rhaenyra back, and said decisively: "Everyone, stay away and give it enough space."

"Yes!" The leader of the escort team obeyed.

Soon, a giant dragon that had not seen the sky for a long time was left alone in front of the bronze gate.

Meng Huo shook the dragon's head, removed the chain from his slender neck, and spread out a pair of light blue wings.

Under the bright sunshine, the wing membrane reflects the dreamlike brilliant light and shadow.

It just shrouded Aemon's head below.

Aemon raised his hand to cover it and praised with a smile: "It's so beautiful."

"Hiss!!"

Meng Huo raised his head and roared, his vertical pupils showed a flash of energy, and he flew straight into the blue sky like a shuttle.