Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

"Hiss!"

Melias hovered in the air, his eyes fixed on the bronze dragon, with no intention of launching an attack.

Aemon took a closer look and showed a look of surprise.

The saddle on the dragon's back was empty. It was not Aunt Rhaenys who was riding the dragon.

The fight between the two giant dragons was probably too noisy, and it alerted Melias, known as the "Red Queen".

"It's okay, Wormisor."

Aemon patted the dragon on the back and signaled the big guy not to be impulsive.

He knew how the title "Bronze Fury" came from.

Angry for no reason, violent without warning.

He has an arrogant and domineering personality and an extremely bad temper.

Obviously my great-grandfather was such a kind and wise king, but the accompanying dragon was so violent.

Based on the unreliable theory that humans and dragons have complementary personalities.

Eamonn concluded: "My great-grandfather must have been a man with a wild heart and good control."

Wormisor moved his eyes back, glanced at the thoughtful driver, and landed on the ground calmly.

Seeing the other person's appetite for it, I was too lazy to get acquainted with him.

boom!

Wormisor landed with a bang, just not far from Haiyan.

When the smoke and dust dispersed, the miserable-looking dragon-controlling combination was revealed.

"No! Haiyan!"

Lanino's face was charred, he rolled down from the dragon's saddle, threw himself on the dragon and screamed.

He was only blackened by the dragon's flames and suffered some scratches when he fell.

In comparison, Haiyan was miserable.

The entire dragon lay limp on the ruins, with most of the light silver scales on its chest broken into pieces, and hot dragon blood gurgling.

The most serious problem is that of the right wing.

After being bitten violently by Wormisor, the entire shoulder blade was broken, several holes were made in the wing membrane, and the wound was bloody and bloody.

It seems that I am exhaling more and inhaling less.

"Hiss~~"

Haiyan's pupils were dilated, and a fragile whine emerged from the depths of his throat.

"No! Don't!"

Tears welled up in Lanino's eyes. Regardless of the burning dragon's blood, he hugged Haiyan and cried.

He didn't expect this result.

A fair and lovely child dared to fight with others as soon as he rode a dragon, and his attacks were so ruthless.

Aemon sat astride the dragon's saddle and motioned to Vermithor to lower the dragon's head, rubbing salt into the wound: "I'm sorry, cousin. My dragon is still disobedient."

It can be seen from Hai Yan's charging posture that this is not the first time he has done this today.

Since you have come forward to provoke, you will pay the price of blood and fire.

He didn't kill him, he was especially merciful because Haiyan belonged to the Targaryen family.

You know, he didn't even give the "Dragon Flame" command.

When Lanino heard the words, he felt that the words were familiar and harsh, and he lay on Hai Yan and cried louder.

In this situation, face is no longer a concern.

He only felt sorry for Long, who had been with him since childhood, and could not imagine the pain of losing him.

This scene fell in Aemon's eyes, his expression softened slightly, and he reminded: "The dragon's vitality is very strong, it will get better."

He just wants to "catch orders", not kill a dragon

As long as the injury is not fatal, it usually heals on its own.

At best it's a matter of time.

Lanino turned a deaf ear and lay on the dragon crying.

A group of patrolling guards arrived, and the leader was the blond young man who followed Weimond to greet the king.

His name is Joffrey Morron, he comes from a noble family in the Stormland, and he is known as the "Knight of the Kiss".

The entire Chaotou Island knew that he was still Lanino's underground lover.

"Lanino, how are you!?"

Joffrey's eyes were full of worry and he stepped forward to support the other person.

Lanino burst into tears, and no one wanted to pay attention to him.

He didn't want to do this task, and his father had to force him to do it.

It’s better now!

Hai Yan almost died when he bumped into his younger cousin who had a darker heart.

When I think of this, I can't help but feel ashamed and angry.

Seeing this, Joffrey was filled with shock and anger. He drew his sword and pointed it at the culprit on the dragon's back, shouting loudly: "Who are you, harming the heir of the Lord of Tide on the territory of Tidehead Island!?"

The guards drew their swords one after another and stood in front of the bronze dragon.

Wormisor didn't even look at it. He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth with his scarlet tongue and inadvertently exposed his sharp fangs.

"Are you questioning me?"

Aemon looked down from a high position and said calmly: "I am born of bronze and fire, Aemon Targaryen. The son of Daemon Targaryen, the heir to Runestone City, and the prince of the dragon clan."

A series of titles are louder than the last, focusing on a high number of people and so on.

Just to tell the world.

Among kings, he is number one!

Joffrey was indeed frightened, and he was in a panic, but he still managed to hold on and shouted: "Your Highness, I admit that you are of noble birth, but this is not the reason for you to act like a child and hurt others."

As soon as this statement came out, the onlookers were shocked.

How could a secret Taoist be like this?

Eamonn sounded amused, as if he was watching another joke.

"roar!"

Wormisor felt something in his heart and roared towards the opposite side. The hot wind and waves were like steel knives.

Joffrey was horrified, stretched out his hand to block the strong wind, and slipped and fell.

The guards were so frightened that they all held up their shields and did not dare to show their heads.

"hehe."

Aemon chuckled and said, "Don't be afraid, it's just protecting me."

After saying that, he ignored the fierce-looking soft-footed shrimp and patted the dragon's back gently.

Wormisor's eyes were indifferent, he glanced at the guards who shrank into quails, turned around and flapped his wings to take off.

One person and one dragon left safely.

Only the people in Hull Town with frightened expressions and countless whispers that could not be hidden were left behind.

His Majesty King Renrui’s dragon.

Both the practical and symbolic meanings are outrageous.

…

Climax City.

Wormisor soared in the sky, a pair of broad brown wings covering the earth, attracting the attention of countless guests.

After circling three times, it landed outside the castle gate.

The huge body fell to the ground, kicking up countless wind and sand.

Aemon unchained the saddle and slowly climbed down the rope ladder.

After a while, he jumped to the ground with a bang.

Aemon clapped his hands and sighed helplessly.

The dragon is just inconvenient, and maybe this is the trouble with happiness.

"Who is this? The dragon he rides looks like Wormisor!?"

"Still a child, a Targaryen boy with silver hair and purple eyes."

"..."

The guests present were stunned and started talking about one person and one dragon.

Aemon stretched his muscles and walked towards the door of the castle vestibule.

Under a simple stone arch.

On the swollen bluestone road outside the castle, two Kingsguards in silver armor and white robes arrived.

It was the Kargel brothers who had come by boat from Dragonstone in advance.

The two brothers were born from the same egg and have almost the same appearance and body shape.

His hair is combed back, his facial features are strong and strong, and he has a neat short beard. He looks capable and heroic.

His brother Ilic had a loyal character. Seeing that no one was greeting the prince, he stepped forward and asked: "Where is Mr. Corliss? Why don't you come out to greet the prince!?"

The younger brother Alik was a shrewd man and found that no one around him answered, and did not even show due respect to the royal family.

Silently holding the hilt of the sword, he walked to his brother and stood shoulder to shoulder.

Aemon looked as normal as he had expected this.

Specifically waiting for two white knights to be the vanguard.

To avoid opening your mouth and lowering your status in vain.

When no one responded, Ilic looked indignant and said, "Is this the way the Velaryon family treats guests?"

I can't imagine whether the king was treated equally.

It turns out, follow the right people.

Not only will your attitude toward others change, but the way others treat you will also reverse.

Several figures walked out of the open castle door.

The sea snake Corliss walked in the forefront, his expression was indescribably solemn, and his demeanor was awe-inspiring.

He walked across the vestibule to the stone archway.

Aemon looked up and down, raised a smile on his lips, and waited for the other party to greet him with a salute.

Not moving a step, as steady as a dragon mountain.

Behind him, Wormisor poked out the dragon's head, staring at it with his bright copper eyes, and his fangs flashed with cold light.

He punched his nose hard, blowing out thick smoke mixed with the smell of sulfur.

"Your Highness the Prince."

Collis looked at it carefully, and with great vigilance, he lowered his arrogant head and said, "Welcome."

At 10:20 in the previous chapter, changes were made to increase the intensity of the dragon fight.

Friends who are interested can take a look.