Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Womithor's pupils were cold and indifferent, as if he was crushing a few tiny insects to death.

Imon opened his mouth slightly, and had a direct feeling of its power.

"Roar!"

Womithor shook his head, roared at the silver-haired boy, and retreated under the platform.

But it didn't want to go back to sleep.

Imon looked around and noticed that there was a second natural cave deep in the cave, leading directly to the outside of Dragon Mountain.

That was the passage for the dragon to enter and exit.

Womithor turned his body, supported the ground with his wings, raised dust, and crawled towards the cave entrance.

It was going out to find food.

"No, I haven't started yet."

Imon was quick-witted and ran to the edge of the platform at a high speed.

The elder of the Dragon Cave said.

Feeding the dragon is more conducive to taming.

And if you fail to tame a dragon once, it will be difficult to have a second chance.

"Absolutely can't let go."

Imon was determined, and his chest rose and fell violently to prepare.

He was going to tame a dragon tonight.

It must be it!

Wommithal turned around completely, sweeping the platform with its thick tail, ruthlessly choosing to ignore it.

It had no interest in recognizing its master.

As a masterless dragon, it would rather wait for a powerful warrior than a weak cub that craves power.

The weak are not worthy of touching it.

It was this cold attitude that really stimulated Aemon's competitive spirit.

"Look at me, Wommithal!"

He took a step forward, and his shout echoed in the cave.

Wommithal snorted heavily, ignoring it.

"You can't escape."

Aemon's eyes were bright, and he had made up his mind.

He looked down at the height of the platform, which was slightly higher than the broad dragon back.

"Here I come!"

Aemon gritted his teeth, stepped on the edge of the platform and jumped.

The small body flew into the air, drawing a not-so-smooth parabola.

The feeling of weightlessness came, and his hands and feet were numb.

Bang!

He fell heavily on the back covered with bronze scales, bounced twice, and almost slipped down the dragon's tail.

"I caught you."

Aemon groaned in pain, and his little hands clasped the gap between the scales.

A free fall from several meters high, thanks to the strengthening of [Solid as a Rock], otherwise he would have been smashed into a meat pie.

"Hiss--"

Wormisol suddenly turned his head, his bronze vertical pupils stared at the little thing on his back, and cruelly grinned.

As soon as Aemon looked up, he saw the fire accumulated deep in his throat.

"No! No dragon flame!"

High Valyrian blurted out, ordering the dragon to retract the dragon flame.

When Wormisol heard the shout, a trace of recollection flashed across his bronze vertical pupils, and he really closed his dragon mouth.

The thick and long neck turned back and continued to crawl towards the cave.

It smelled a familiar smell, the same as the previous owner, and there was a weak connection between them by blood.

If it were another person, he would have turned into a charcoal long ago.

The attack did not come, and Aemon's heart was pounding, but his mind was still clear.

He was at the end of the dragon's back, enduring the severe pain in his hands and feet, and staggered to the middle of the back.

Riding on the dragon's back without being attacked was half the success.

As long as he could complete the control of flying, this dragon would be his.

...

Outside the Dragon Mountain.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and a layer of silver frost was sprinkled on the earth.

"Hiss--"

Suddenly, a roar like thunder came out, resounding through the silent night sky.

A huge monster with bronze scales all over its body and brown wing membranes stood on the Dragon Mountain and dived down with inertia.

In an instant, the wind was howling.

Aemon lay on the dragon's back, his silver hair and black robe fluttering.

His face was trembling in the wind, and he couldn't open his eyes at all.

Wormisol didn't care, and when he fell to the middle of the mountain, he spread a pair of broad brown wings.

In an instant, the wind blew.

"Ah!!"

Emon was terrified and couldn't help but scream.

No wonder he screamed.

Just now, the dragon under him soared into the air, making him feel what real weightlessness is.

Womisor flapped his wings and flew high, showing his strong body.

"Fly!"

Emon closed his eyes and screamed, making the storm more violent.

The fact is as he wished.

Womisor is huge and a little clumsy when crawling, but when it flies, it shows its strong posture.

With a light flap of its wings, it has already soared a hundred meters away.

The speed is not inferior to any dragon.

Emon gritted his teeth, but the harsh conditions made it difficult for him to persist.

Womisor is a masterless dragon and has been sleeping in Dragon Mountain for more than a few years.

During this period, it burned the dragon saddle on its back and did not have normal dragon riding equipment.

What's more difficult is.

Its bronze scales were thick and smooth, and there were no dorsal scales on its neck and tail, nor even a place to hold on.

"Womithor, fly!"

Emon's hands were stinging, and he shouted with all his strength.

The dragon flew higher and higher, as if it was going to the moon.

Emon couldn't bear it any longer, and reluctantly opened his eyes, and saw a pair of small hands with blood flowing.

Both hands clasped the bronze scales, and the fingertips had been torn by the wind pressure.

This was still [Solid as a Rock], otherwise the fingers would have been broken.

Boom!

Womisoer flapped his wings again, and the height exceeded the towering Dragon Mountain.

Emon's fingertips clasped the scales, and his whole body was suspended directly in the air, swaying in the wind like a straw.

This couldn't be like this, he would die.

Emon's brain crashed for a moment, and many self-rescue strategies surged in his mind.

At the critical moment.

His right hand suddenly loosened, and the dragon claw dagger slipped out of the sleeve and clenched in his palm.

Dang!

Aemon swung out the dagger, and the curved tip pierced into the gap between the scales and got stuck there.

Suddenly, the feeling of weightlessness was relieved.

Aemon followed suit, and the dragon tooth dagger slipped out of the sleeve of his left hand and pierced into the gap between the scales again.

The two daggers were like the handles of a dragon saddle, giving him a fulcrum.

"Hiss--"

Wormisoar roared, and the pain on his back angered him. His body stopped rising and turned to soaring.

Finally, Aemon fell from the suspended state, and his belly hit the dragon's back.

"Huhu, I'm not dead yet."

Aemon was panting and hurriedly adjusted his position to make himself sit as much as possible.

He really suffered a great loss.

It was fatal for a dragon without a dragon saddle.

Wormisol kept soaring, and the ferocious dragon head broke through the wind resistance, like a siege vehicle.

But it was bigger than a siege vehicle.

Aemon sat firmly on the dragon's back and had time to look at the whole dragon.

The dragon's horn crown is ferocious, dark and keratinous, covering the entire dragon's jaw to the back of the head with a layer of thorn-like barbs.

The bronze scales are extremely thick and hard, comparable to steel plates.

This is a talent born for defense.

A pair of broad brown wings, each flapping to create a strong wind, is twice the size of the body.

And its size.

Emon took a rough look and saw that it was at least more than 80 meters from head to tail.

When flying in the air, its body blocked the moonlight, which could be said to cover the sky and the earth.

"Hiss--"

Womisor didn't give him more opportunities to get familiar with it. He slightly tilted his wings and turned to fly.

Emon gritted his teeth secretly and held the dagger tightly.

"Crackling..."

A group of seabirds suddenly flew over and crashed into him.

Emon was shocked and lay down to avoid these stupid birds.

Boom!

Womisor flew high enough, and his huge body bypassed the dragon mountain and actually made a head-down dive.

Imon's body tensed, and the feeling of weightlessness came again.

"Fly!"

He was in unbearable pain all over his body, but he still refused to admit defeat.

Only when the dragon obeys the command can it be considered successfully tamed.

"Hiss!"

Womisol dived to the lowest point, his abdomen brushed against the rocky hillside, and his thick dragon tail smashed large rocks.

It didn't give up, and soared into the sky.

Imon's brain gradually became numb, and a trace of anger emerged in his heart. He continued to shout: "Fly, Womisol!"

Man chooses dragon, dragon chooses master.

He had no way out, only one way to go to the end.

Womisol rushed into the sky, his copper-bright vertical pupils flashed coldly, and a hot torrent surged in his chest.

It seemed that he was infected by the spirit of the little thing and was going to give a final farewell.

Boom!

The huge dragon mouth opened, and the copper-bright dragon flame spewed out, turning into a waterfall of flames.

The high temperature burned the air and formed a small vacuum area.

Aemon looked up and saw the dragon flames. The fear of the rolling copper water surged into his heart, and his heart seemed to stop beating.

The next moment.

Adrenaline opened the floodgates, and the will to survive dispelled the fear.

It was just a psychological shadow. He died so many times in his dreams, but he was not really killed.

In this case, let him break it.

Aemon trembled all over, and his unyielding spirit burst out. He roared: "Come on!"

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