Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

That night.

Chaotou Island, Gaochao City.

"Who is that?"

Rhaenys Targaryen stood in front of the window with a solemn expression, looking at the bronze dragon soaring wantonly on the sea.

If I read it correctly, it is my grandfather's dragon.

Who awakens it from its slumber.

Tamed?

"What does it matter?"

Corlys Velaryon hugged his wife from behind and said calmly: "The royal family is so thin, how can we expect our Majesty Viserys to go out and train the dragon himself?"

"You don't understand, Corlys." Rhaenys said cautiously: "The dragon cannot escape."

She was worried that the dragon had been tamed by some mean bastard or something.

The Targaryen Dragon King bloodline will be pulled off the altar.

Corliss's mind moved slightly, he lowered his head to admire the beauty of his wife, and a smile appeared on his serious face: "But there are dragons on Chaotou Island, or three."

This is also his capital that dares to challenge the majesty of the royal family.

Even the Targaryen family, which claims to be orthodox, is just two dragon masters, one big and one small.

Among them, Dimon, who is threatening, is still his partner.

"Corlys, there are men of the Targaryen family."

Rhaenys looked calm.

A ray of moonlight shone down, illuminating the balcony blocked by the fence.

Rhaenys had long black hair mixed with a little silver. Her beautiful face was full of heroism, and her high cheekbones under her purple eyes revealed her inner strength.

Her mother is Miss Jocelyn from the Baratheon family. The toughness of the Deer family dyes Targaryen's silver hair.

When Corliss heard this, he stared at his wife blankly.

He was born into the Velaryon family, which is also of ancient Valyrian blood. He was born with silver hair and purple eyes, and had a convincing nobility.

Due to being at sea all year round, his fair skin is somewhat tanned, which further highlights his masculinity.

Rhaenys glanced twice and turned back to the bedroom.

Her husband is good at everything, brave, talented and has a fighting spirit.

All the advantages that a man should have can basically be found in him.

The only thing is that he has a deep desire for power.

Looking at his wife's swaying back, Corliss frowned slightly: "The royal family, what other men are there?"

Do you expect a child who is still young?

"Haha, the Targaryens of the past were so weak."

Corliss took one last look at the dragon soaring over the sea, and was amused by his own thoughts.

King Viserys was narrow-minded, which caused internal and external troubles for the royal family.

His wife is one of the legitimate Targaryen heirs, and their children should be closer to the Iron Throne.

He won't stop.

…

The beginning of the day.

There was a blush on the horizon, and the red sun rose from the sea.

Beach edge.

Alec took off his black robe, pulled out the silver armor inside, and punched the long sword in the gravel.

He was panting and looked very ugly.

On the opposite side, stood dozens of Shigu Tower guards.

Alfred's expression worsened, staring directly at the exquisite silver armor that symbolized the white knight.

After struggling all night, all the work was in vain.

Two white knights escorted the young prince to Dragonstone, confirming the king's regard for his nephew.

The rumors from the outside world are simply not credible.

"Damn it, why didn't you reveal your identity earlier?"

Alfred's teeth itched with hatred, and the nails on his fingers that clenched the sword pierced his palms.

If he had known that the two white knights were escorting him, he should have adopted a softer approach.

Alec's eyes were sarcastic, and there was a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't know how high the other party's resume was.

All I know is that this person has second thoughts about the royal family and is finished.

"Hiss Ka-"

There was a roar from far away in the sky, and a huge bronze dragon flew back from the seaside facing the fiery red sun.

"It's His Royal Highness."

Alfred's eyes lit up, and he immediately thought of an idea to clear his name. He dropped his sword and ran after the dragon.

He wanted to be the first to congratulate the young prince on his success in training the dragon and swear allegiance to express his loyalty.

I believe that a child will be easily fooled.

"Your Highness the Prince!"

Alfred looked happy, opened his arms and kept shouting, like the most devout believer.

As if hearing his call, the giant bronze dragon slowly landed.

Alfred's eyes were intense, but he suddenly noticed that the giant dragon was flying towards him.

"Wait, no..."

boom--

The sound stopped suddenly, and a large dragon claw stepped down accurately, crushing him into a puddle of mud.

The head with a frightened expression was squeezed and luckily flew out.

Completely dead.

Wormisor's eyes were straight and indifferent, and he didn't care at all about crushing a small insect to death. He shook the dragon's head and lowered his neck.

Aemon jumped off the dragon's back with a bang and walked up to the dragon.

I saw a hideous-looking head on the road and kicked it into the sea like a ball.

"Asshole, you scared me to death."

Aemon patted his chest and cursed.

After passing through the Dragon Flame Falls, my courage soared like a rocket.

A mere death can't stop His Royal Highness from moving forward.

"roar!"

Wormisor was lying on the beach, his huge dragon head resting lazily on the gravel.

Aemon's whole body ached, and he knelt down gently in front of the dragon's head, placing his forehead against the ferocious dragon's kiss.

Smelling the dragon smell like copper rust, I feel peaceful inside.

"How are you, big guy!"

Eamonn murmured softly, feeling that they were a perfect match.

Wormisor didn't even move his eyelids, breathing heavily to regain his strength.

At this moment, the red sun is rising, and the entire coastline is filled with fiery red.

Backed by the towering Dragon Mountain, with the golden beach below.

A man and a dragon face each other, leaning on each other.

Inexplicably, they form a beautiful ink painting.

Alec and a group of guards did not dare to step forward, looking at the beautiful and thrilling scene from afar, and a thought came to their minds.

Your Highness, maybe you are a real dragon!

Imon was unaware, and gently rubbed the bronze scales on his forehead, feeling the hot temperature of the dragon.

He finally had a dragon of his own.

He could also touch it as he pleased.

Wormisol closed his vertical pupils and let the driver hug the dragon kiss, still maintaining a proud attitude.

It recognized the other party.

This bold silver-haired boy is qualified to be on an equal footing with it.

"Womisol, I feel your heart."

Imon smiled slightly and tried to communicate the first established spiritual bond.

Every time the bloodline was purified, he would have an inexplicable feeling.

As at the beginning, he felt that he could hatch a dragon egg.

But the black dragon egg placed in the cradle since childhood refused to hatch.

When his bloodline was raised to more than 20%, he felt that he could tame a dragon.

But at that time, the dream fire rejected him the first time and did not accept the second contact.

Now, his bloodline has been raised to 33%.

He is very sure that he can communicate with Wormisol through the bond.

Even if this feeling is still very weak, it is real.

Imon was exhausted physically and mentally, leaning on the dragon's kiss, mumbling: "I know, the dragon egg does not hatch and the dream fire refuses, both are the guidance of God, let me subdue you."

"Roar!"

Wormisol understood, and sneezed violently in his nose.

The familiar feeling of weightlessness came, Imon rolled back several times, and sat on the beach with his legs apart again.

"Well, why am I here?"

His Royal Highness was confused.

After a night of thrills and excitement, his brain almost stopped.

"Roar!"

Vormisor raised his head high, his pupils showed dissatisfaction, and his wings supported his strong chest.

And the shriveled abdomen under the bronze scales.

As if to say: "Boy, it's time to eat."

Imon was very upset. Did he find a boss?

You are indeed the arrogant "Bronze Fury".

[Stable update time, 8 am, 4 pm]

The dragon training chapter is officially over, and the next step is to enter the trip to Chaotou Island.

To be honest, Zhou Zhou wanted to write this a long time ago.

In the first part "One Day Crown Prince", after the dragon was trained, the plot of Chaotou Island should be promoted.

However, it involved some review issues, which made Zhou Zhou dizzy and turned to write other unremarkable plots.

This book learned a lesson, and I dare not offend the "River Crab God" again in the selection of the heroine.