Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Chapter 65 Damon:

Afternoon.

The royal ship sailed out of the port and drifted away under the escort of a golden dragon.

"You won't stay for a few more days?"

Rhaenys stood on the cliff behind the castle and offered words to persuade her nephew to stay.

"No."

Aemon shook his head: "I'm here, and Cousin Lagnino doesn't even go out."

Rhaenys sighed upon hearing this and reached out to rub his head.

Haiyan was seriously injured and it was difficult to recover in a short time.

Lanino couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart and still refused to go out to meet people.

"Forget it, it's up to you."

Rhaenys was reluctant to give up, but she was not forced to do so. She warned, "Be careful on the road. I'll ask Ranal to give you a ride."

Aemon wanted to refuse and stay away from the bad woman Lanner.

But seeing the other party's earnest eyes, he swallowed the words on his lips.

"Be a guest when you have time."

"I will, aunt."

There is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever, not to mention the tense relationship between the two families.

After a while.

Rhaenys nestled in her husband's arms and looked at the vast sea together.

Suddenly, there was a noise from above.

Without looking back, a huge dragon that looked like it was made of bronze stepped on the edge of the cliff, spread its wings and jumped down.

"Hiss Ka-"

Wormisor roared, swaying his body from side to side, and caught up with the royal ship in the distance.

Aemon sat firmly on the dragon's saddle, his silver hair flying in the wind.

One person and one dragon, attack with force.

Unlike the petite Syracuse.

Wormisor's body was like a thick dark cloud, and a pair of broad brown wings covered the sky, shrouding the royal ship in shadow.

Looking from a distance, it is quite shocking.

Rhaenys looked solemn, feeling very relieved in her heart.

From this moment on, the royal family finally got rid of the embarrassing situation of being idle.

Not surprisingly, the family will prosper for another century.

"They've all left, let's go back too."

Collis sighed softly, feeling a sense of loss and depression.

From now on, not everyone can control the royal family as they please.

His plan to get closer to the Iron Throne failed again.

"Hiss... Karma..."

Suddenly, a harsh and sharp hissing sounded, and a strange noise came from the cliff.

Corliss frowned and looked up to see a giant scarlet dragon that was as long as a snake.

Corakxiu had sharp pupils, stretched out his snake-like neck, and climbed along the edge of the cliff.

The huge wings block the sun, and the evil appearance brings a full sense of oppression.

"Damon, you made a mistake!"

Collis stood in front of his wife, turned around and saw the lean figure walking slowly behind him.

"Oh, when?"

Damon stepped out from the porch with a small smile on his face.

He didn't remember what he promised the other party.

Corliss's face darkened and he accused: "You said that your brother was unfair to you. Let's work together to regain the rights we deserve."

"us?"

Damon's face turned cold for a moment, with a dangerous light in his eyes: "Who is following you and us?"

Collis was stunned for a moment and looked at the other person deeply.

With new chips in hand, I plan to turn my back on him.

Rhaenys watched quietly, not interfering in the intrigues between the men.

Daemon glanced at her and issued a warning: "Aemon is my son. Anyone who has any ideas about him must have his claws chopped off."

He doesn't care about "the uncrowned queen". If he can win once, he can win a second time.

His son was his great work and no one was allowed to pry into it.

Too many Targaryens died young.

"hehe."

Rhaenys turned her head away and crossed her arms.

When people are speechless, they really laugh.

Corliss was relatively silent, helpless about the allies he chose.

Any politician who is at the table of power is afraid of the person who overturns the table.

And Damon is exactly this kind of person.

"Okay, the Stepped Stone Islands are still waiting for me to manage them."

Damon turned back to the porch, suddenly stopped, and muttered: "My brother is a coward, but he is very lucky."

His brother and nephew were no wimps.

Of course, the second half of the words was not spoken out loud, only in his own mind.

When he thought of all the unfair treatment his brother had given him, Damon felt a sense of loneliness and accelerated his departure.

In the eyes of Corliss, this move was more like contempt.

Soon, Damon left.

Corakxiu spread his wings and soared, forked his dragon tail to stir up the waves, and headed towards the Stone Steps Islands.

Corliss clenched his fists silently, and then loosened them dejectedly.

Suddenly, a hand held his hand.

Looking up, Rhaenys smiled slightly and said, "It is not my husband's fault to feel sorry for himself."

Corliss was stunned for a moment, and a warmth surged in his heart.

"Let's go, it's time for the children to come back."

Rhaenys patted his shoulder and returned to his room with steady steps.

Although she does not support her husband's useless behavior, she still loves him deeply.

The sea snake has lost its spirit and is not worthy of the blood of a true dragon.

Looking at his wife's heroic back, Collis burst into laughter.

Somehow, I feel more at ease.

…

Blackwater Bay.

"Hiss Ka-"

An old dragon with a dark green body turned around midway, and with a sound like muffled thunder, it turned back towards Chaotou Island.

On the dragon's back, a graceful figure with long silver-gold curly hair can be vaguely seen.

"roar!"

Wormisor glanced up, and there was copper-bright dragon flame accumulating deep in his throat, and he was actually getting ready to go.

"Quiet, Wormisor!"

Aemon lay on the dragon's back, shouting and patting the bronze scales.

Womithor raised his dragon head, confirmed the driver's order, and slowly closed his huge dragon mouth.

Then, he accelerated and flew over Blackwater Bay.

Boom!

A pair of dragon wings raised a strong wind, and the sails of the royal ship fluttered and shook violently.

Aemon had no choice but to hold his forehead and kept communicating.

The old dragon was not good at all.

He had a strange temper and was difficult to discipline.

It was understandable, after all, he was not the original wife.

"This time I go back, I have to learn the skills of dragon taming well."

Aemon made up his mind secretly.

He was going to return to the valley, but was temporarily stopped by his uncle Viserys.

Dragons are chaotic and terrible creatures with the destructive power to easily destroy a town.

In the past, whether it was taming young dragons or dragon riders of adult dragons.

They all had to stay in the dragon caves of King's Landing and concentrate on learning the skills of dragon taming.

The dragon breeders who have taken care of dragons for generations and understand the habits of dragons are the best teachers.

"It's better this way, so there won't be the danger of the dragon getting out of control."

Aemon touched Wormithor's back, and he had a lot of affection for it.

In the brief history of the Targaryen family, there have been cases of dragons getting out of control.

In the past, there was Aerea Targaryen riding on the "Black Death" Balerion.

Balerion, who missed his homeland, forcibly took him back to Old Valyria, and was attacked by fire dragon worms, and died painfully with his body burned all over.

This is the most serious case.

In the future, there is also a "Dragon Mother" Daenerys. The black dragon Drogon repeatedly disobeyed discipline, and the other two dragons did not listen to orders.

If you can't reach the realm of human-dragon unity, you can't fully exert the true strength of the dragon.

"Roar!"

Wormithor roared, his body rose and fell, and he deliberately created a little bump.

Dragons and drivers have telepathy.

Although it is very weak, it feels that the driver is thinking about something very offensive.

"Sorry, everyone."

Aemon was speechless for a while and sat back on the dragon saddle.

He has a bad temper and is petty, he really found himself a big boss!

Vhagar is older and has a much better temper than him.

At least Lannar will not be teased by the dragon under his crotch.

"Alas, I need to practice more."

Aemon knew that this was not the end of the running-in period.