Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Womithor's pupils were indifferent, and he rushed straight into the bronze dragon flame, which then engulfed his entire body.

Imon would not sit and wait for death, and thought of the only way to save him.

He called up the [Magic Essence Panel], and the card panel was filled with two green and one blue useless cards.

At this time, the dragon flame rushed to his eyes.

Imon remained calm and counted his breaths in his heart.

In a flash, 0 o'clock in the morning arrived, and the card panel was refreshed.

Buzz!

The three cards spun wildly, and the white mist rolled and surged.

When the gorgeous light took shape, it turned into three new cards.

Imon did not hesitate at all, and turned all the cards over three times in a row.

One white and two blue, the sky-like blue color is better than green.

1. [Constitution +1]: Safe and harmless physical enhancement.

2. [Sapphire Amulet]: Provides three magic shields to resist three high-level magic attacks.

3. [Solid as a rock]: Bones harden like stone.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Imon's mind was stretched to a line, and in an instant, three cards were connected and activated.

The white card shattered in an instant, turning into a milky white halo that rushed into the chest.

Two blue cards were cut off from it, and a water blue halo fell on the chest, condensing into a silver necklace inlaid with sapphires.

A deep blue halo drilled into the heart, pumping blood with every beat, flowing into the deep bone marrow, strengthening bone density, and cleansing the impurities in the marrow fluid.

When the halo disappeared, the bones of the whole body underwent earth-shaking changes, and the blood flowed all over the body, subtly strengthening the hair, hair follicles, organs, etc.

The small body was molded into a hard stone.

Boom!

Imon had no time to have extra emotions, and the bronze dragon flame rushed to his face, like a surging wave that swallowed him up without leaving an inch.

It's so hot!

Burning like hell!

In an instant, this thought came to Aemon's mind, and there was no part of his body that didn't hurt.

Buzz!

The sapphire amulet on his chest activated, releasing a water-blue full-body shield that wrapped him up.

Wormisol was extremely fast, and the ferocious dragon head rushed out of the dragon flame, lowered its head and was about to dive down.

Coincidentally, a bright moon rose into the sky and hung in the center of the night.

Snap!

A water-blue halo flashed in the copper-bright dragon flame, lasting for a second and a half like a broken mirror, turning into dots of light and disappearing with the wind.

Aemon was at the edge of the dragon flame, and the terrifying high temperature hit again.

The sapphire amulet entered a cooling period and no longer provided a shield.

Aemon's heart seemed to stagnate, and the black robe and clothes on his body were instantly burned out, and his skin was impacted.

"Fly!!"

At the moment of life and death, Aemon's heart was filled with madness, and his small body opened his arms.

There is no escape, so embrace death.

"Hiss..."

Womisol roared passionately, and his huge body dived down, completely escaping from the coverage of the bright copper dragon flame.

At this moment, it seemed to be baptized.

The vertical pupils flashed with divine light, and the bronze scales showed metallic luster. The whole dragon looked like a work of art made of bronze.

Flame!

It also brought him strength.

However, the world suddenly became quiet.

One second, two seconds...

This continued for several breaths. Except for the sea breeze blowing at night, there was only the heavy breathing of the giant dragon.

A trace of haze flashed across Womisol's vertical pupils, and he did not hear the young and ambitious voice of a child.

He flapped his wings and planned to leave the island.

"Fly, Womisol!"

Suddenly, the familiar voice came again, with the wildness of blood.

Womisol's vertical pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked back at the back slightly.

The silver-haired boy on the dragon's back climbed up again, facing the moonlight with his head held high and one arm raised high.

He is still alive!

"Haha, you can't kill me!"

Aemon laughed loudly, revealing the joy of surviving a disaster.

In the last period of time immersed in the dragon flame, he chose to put aside everything and resist the high temperature of the distorted air.

The panel automatically emerged.

[Aemon Targaryen]

Talent: Dreamer (Gold)

Bloodline: Ancient Valyrian Dragon King (33%)

Skills: Riding (Mastery), Archery (Great), Magical Hands (Proficiency)...

Magic Card: Solid as a Rock·Intermediate (Purple), King's Temperament (Purple)

Equipment: Double Valyrian Daggers, Sapphire Amulet (2/3)

Pet: Golden-nosed Rat (Blue), White Deer (Auspicious Beast)

Evaluation: "The pure blood of the Ancient Valyrian Dragon King, derived from blood and fire."

Aemon glanced at the [Bloodline Column] and turned over the card panel.

The three cards all disappeared and turned into a supreme and precious red card.

[God-given Bronze]: "It contains a large copper vein, and a designated mountain can be put into practice."

What really attracts the eye is the number next to the golden hourglass.

[Essence: 1002]

Imon couldn't help but raise his mouth, and joy filled his heart.

When touching Wormisoar, the blood purity +5%, and 100 essence points were provided.

In order to fight against the dragon flame, exchange three cards.

The prices are: 10, 150, and 300 respectively.

These three cards are also the key to his success.

Just now, the card panel refreshed a free red card, and the essence number provided 900 points again.

What does this mean.

"Wormisoar, let me be your new master."

Imon supported the dragon's back with both hands, staring at the dragon intently.

This dragon left by his great-grandfather.

Womithor's pupils were suspicious, and he was also staring at the silver-haired boy with reddish white.

Under the dragon flame, the stone would melt.

The other party was just almost burnt?

That's right, Aemon's skin was red, just burns.

Thanks to 33% of the blood of the ancient Valyrian dragon king, and the secondary strengthening of [Solid as a Rock].

Otherwise, he would have turned into ashes.

Aemon stroked his scattered and burnt silver-gold hair, revealing a cute and handsome face, and his purple eyes were bright.

Without saying a word, he just looked.

He will succeed, for sure!

Womithor flapped his wings, and his huge body stopped in the air, and his pupils were also staring at the other party.

In the night, a man and a dragon looked at each other.

Aemon raised his chin proudly, and his eyes reflected the majestic appearance of the bronze beast.

Womisoel narrowed his vertical pupils slightly, and the figure of a silver-haired old man in the depths of his pupils slowly faded, and the full picture of the boy on his back emerged unconsciously.

In the dark, a close connection was established and continued to deepen.

Imon blinked, stretched out his bloody right hand, and said instinctively: "Fly, Womisoel!"

Womisoel's vertical pupils widened, and he quickly turned back to the dragon head.

"Hiss--"

The next second, a thunderous roar resounded through the night, sweeping up to the sky with gusts of wind.

But this time, it was steady and slow.

Imon saw it, and the palm holding the dagger loosened, and the big stone in his heart finally fell.

He fell backwards and lay flat on the broad dragon's back.

The bright moon in the sky came into view.

Imon blinked, stunned, and stretched out his hands to catch the moon.

In that simple moonlight, he seemed to see a familiar figure.

Gray hair, old face, thin waist and straight body, wearing a golden crown on his head.

Aemon's lips moved slightly, with thousands of emotions in his heart, whispering softly: "Great grandfather, are you okay?"

Uncle Viserys inherited your throne.

Alicent became the queen.

And now I, have inherited your dragon!

Watching the moon under the moon, the old friend is gone.

Aemon grinned, his body was in a big word, closed his eyes and said to himself: "From now on, it is my dragon, and the new history of the Targaryen family will be written by us."

"Hiss——"

Wormisol seemed to have a sense, looked back at the driver, raised his head and let out a rough roar that kept echoing.

It seemed to announce to the world that "Bronze Fury" had awakened from its slumber.

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