Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

boom--

The bright copper dragon flame fell from the sky and hit the huge black shadow accurately.

"Roar!!"

Under the baptism of dragon flames, a terrifying giant dragon whose body was as black as carbon revealed its true appearance.

Those green vertical pupils stared viciously at the same kind that attacked it.

"Hiss-"

Wormisor was even more imposing and condescending.

Aemon saw the black dragon clearly and said in shock: "Glutton!"

The largest and oldest wild dragon on Dragonstone.

Known for stealing dragon eggs and preying on baby dragons, he is known as the "Glutton".

"What a vicious dragon."

Aemon looked at it carefully.

It has scales as black as carbon, green vertical pupils, a thorn-like barb all over its back, and its wings are wide and large.

Especially the huge dragon kiss, with its jet-black fangs exposed, and drops of fishy saliva dripping from it.

The salivary night corroded large areas of vegetation, turning it into a withered and desolate wasteland.

"Roar!!"

The glutton roared into the sky, ignoring the two giant dragons in the sky, and once again pounced on the mud dragon that was trying to escape.

Hunting is its goal.

"Stop it!"

Without thinking, Aemon felt the desire to kill this evil dragon.

boom--

Wormisor swooped down, and the dragon's kiss continued to shine with copper and dragon flames, pouring out like a volcanic eruption.

Silver Wing hesitated for a moment and followed behind his partner.

At this time, the sheep thief fell to the ground, his already thin body covered with scars, whimpering and whining.

Not only is it long and ugly, but its roar is also very unpleasant.

None of the giant dragons present paid attention to it, they were all wary of the imminent melee.

boom--

The glutton stopped midway, raised his head and sprayed out green dragon flames.

The two dragon flames collided and burst into brilliant flames.

The copper is bright like boiling water, and the green is like mist.

The two are incompatible with each other, and a layer of acrid white smoke covers a radius of several miles, resembling clouds floating up Longshan Mountain.

"Attack, Wormisor!"

Aemon shook his body and gritted his teeth to give the order.

The glutton turned his head sideways, as if he heard the human cry, and stared at the sky with his green vertical pupils.

"Hiss-"

Wormisor suddenly rushed out, swooping down with a pair of sharp claws like an eagle, stepping on the black dragon's head and passing by.

Stab!

The glutton was unable to evade, and a large number of scales were torn off the top of his head, and hot dragon blood flowed gurglingly.

The three pairs of pale horned crowns were already ferocious, but they became even more evil when stained with blood.

"Hiss!"

Silver Wing followed closely behind, swaying past and spitting out a swirling dragon flame.

The glutton's wings are covered in front of him, and the jet-black wing membrane is like a black umbrella, blocking extremely powerful long-range attacks.

"Um?"

Aemon glanced back and said in surprise: "The wing membrane is so thick that it can even block dragon flames."

Just like this, when the two giant dragons met, they compared the size difference.

Gluttony is worthy of being called the largest and oldest wild dragon.

The body length is estimated to be over seventy meters, and the body is strong and powerful, several times larger than Silver Wing.

"It's such an old dragon!"

Aemon's expression changed slightly.

The dragon's body size continues to grow with age, and it will also appear old with its length.

The typical one is Vhagar.

The 160-year-old creature has saggy skin, sparse temple tips, and droopy skin along its lower jaw and neck.

The same goes for Wormisall.

Wormisor is over 80 years old, and its size grows much faster than ordinary dragons, which also gives it a sense of vicissitudes of a hundred-year-old dragon.

At a glance, one can realize that this giant dragon has experienced years of development.

And the glutton in front of me...

Those green vertical pupils as deep as the abyss are definitely not the look that an ordinary giant dragon should have.

At least approaching a hundred years old.

"Roar!!"

Being attacked one after another, the glutton became furious and flapped its dark wings to chase after him.

"Don't give it a chance to get close!"

Aemon made a prompt decision and drove the dragon up Dragon Mountain.

boom--

The glutton is like a black comet, extremely fast, raising its head and spitting out green dragon flames.

"Dodge!"

Aemon's pupils narrowed and he ducked sideways.

Wormisor turned around and brushed one of the dragon's wings to avoid it.

"Hiss!"

Silver Wing was not so lucky. He was hit in the back by the green dragon flame and lost his balance and screamed midway.

The glutton was hungry and rushed towards the silver-gray dragon.

Boom!

Two giant dragons collided, one clawed and the other clawed, and they started fighting without giving in.

Yinyi has a gentle personality, but he is very tough in battle, and he can suppress his opponent for a while.

Click!

Biting the glutton's shoulder blade, the jet-black scales shattered inch by inch, and dragon blood spurted out.

"Roar!!"

The glutton roared and bit Silver Wing's neck, as if to kill it.

"Attack, Wormisor!"

Aemon's shout came again.

Wormisor raised his head and roared, and his body was like a cannonball, hitting the glutton in the fight.

Compared to the opponents who have shrunk to Dragonstone Island and only attack dragon eggs and young dragons.

It has undoubtedly richer combat experience and is more aware of the weaknesses of its kind.

Stab!

A pair of sharp claws locked the neck and tore the chest apart, and the weight of the entire body pressed on the opponent.

Gluttony groaned and let go of Silver Wings.

"Dragon Flame!!"

Aemon leaned on the dragon's back and seized the moment.

"Hiss-"

Wormisor charged up a mouthful of bright copper dragon flame, and poured it on the black dragon's head like a flood, and the billowing copper water splashed and dripped all over the sky.

The green vertical pupils of the glutton showed horror, and were engulfed by the dragon flames in an instant.

"Roar!!"

The smell of burnt white smoke filled the air, and the pitch-black dragon fell from midair.

The bronze dragon and the silver-gray dragon rushed out of the white smoke one after another, flying like lovebirds, circling over Dragon Mountain.

The next second.

The pitch-black dragon crashed to the ground, raising dust and smoke all over the ground.

"Is it dead?"

Aemon leaned over to observe, his knuckles clenching the handle white.

This old dragon that devoured its own kind was too cruel, and it would sooner or later be a disaster if it stayed on Dragonstone.

...

Stone Drum Tower.

Rhaenyra was stunned, witnessing the fierce dragon fight that happened in an instant.

Before she could react, the pitch-black dragon fell.

"Hiss!"

Syrax was extremely agitated, the dragon head arched to the driver, and he lowered his body to fight.

For some reason, seeing the two dragons soaring in the sky, the dragon blood kept boiling.

It seemed to come from the call of blood.

"The black dragon is already seriously injured."

Rhaenyla was stunned for a moment, hugging the arched dragon head.

Syrax didn't listen, opened her mouth and grabbed the driver's skirt, and dragged him to her body.

Rhaenyla couldn't stop him, and her expression was neither funny nor sad.

Without the dragon's drag, he stepped on the saddle and gave the order: "Fly, Syrax!"

"Hiss!"

Syrax screamed excitedly, flapping his wide flesh wings vigorously.

The same scene happened in the nest under the dragon mountain.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss!"

A heavy stone door was embedded in the mountain, and two sharp cries of different sounds came from behind.

"Elder, the young dragons are out of control."

A young dragon keeper ran out from behind the stone door, his silver short hair burned black.

The old dragon keeper looked solemn and warned: "Is the chain secure?"

The young dragons have never rioted before.

As soon as the voice fell.

Boom! Boom!

There were two crisp cracking sounds, and the flames shot up to the sky from behind the stone door.

"Get out of the way!"

The old dragon keeper was horrified and pulled his assistant to lie down on the ground.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss!"

The heavy stone door was instantly broken, and two sub-adult dragons over ten meters long spewed dragon flames and rushed into the intricate underground nest.

One had golden scales all over its body, its wing membrane was light pink, and its appearance was extraordinary.

When it flew into the sun, it was golden all over, so dazzling.

The other had cobalt blue scales, its lower jaw extended to its abdomen in copper foil color, its body was well-proportioned and its wingspan was wider than that of ordinary dragons.

It was it that spewed blue flames and burned the dragon keeper who was guarding it.

The two sub-adult dragons looked up and stared at the two dragons flying in the sky, and screamed excitedly.

They flew into the sky together and chased after them.

…

“Hiss——”

Wormisoer’s pupils were like a square, circling around the Dragon Mountain, as if in some inexplicable state.

Silver Wings flew by, like a dancing bird.

Soon, Syrax flew from afar and joined the circling and dancing trajectory.

“What’s going on?”

Imon was stunned.

Buzz!

There was a buzzing sound in his mind, and he felt dizzy and a little sleepy.

In the haze, a picture emerged.

A volcanic group of fourteen fire peaks, and sulfur-smelling smoke slowly rose.

“Hiss!”

A shrill roar came out, and the ground collapsed to a bloody dragon.

A larger black and red dragon hovered in the air, looking down at it with cold pupils, and accumulating dragon flames as dark as night in its throat.

It seemed to be... executing?

Boom——

The dark dragon flame fell and engulfed the head of the injured dragon.

The scene changes, and dragons fly out from everywhere, eating the headless dragon.

"Hiss!"

A khaki dragon tears open its scale-protected belly and takes out a scale-covered broken hind limb.

More dragons bite it one after another, taking out more scale-covered broken limbs.

The black and red dragon slowly circles, watching the scene of the dragons eating.

At the last moment of the scene, the dragons roar at it, and it seems to be the leader.

"Dragon King!"

Aemon looks dazed, and Valyrian words come out of his mouth.

Every tribe has black sheep that eat their own kind.

There are also dragons.

These special individuals are called "dragon eaters".

They do not eat the bodies of losers to vent their anger after winning the battle.

They are simply bloodthirsty and quietly hunt their own kind to fill their stomachs.

Dragon eaters are usually larger and stronger, and are not comparable to ordinary dragons.

And dragons that can kill dragon eaters will gain the respect of the dragon group.

The spectacular scene of dragons dancing is also an ancient celebration ceremony.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss!"

Two sub-adult dragons flew over, interweaving golden and cobalt blue, joining the trajectory of circling and dancing.

Their positions were clearly divided.

Womisor was in the sky, circling the top of Dragon Mountain.

Silver Wing and Syrax were one above and one below, circling the halfway point of Dragon Mountain.

The two new sub-adult dragons could only stay at the foot of Dragon Mountain.

Imon suddenly felt like a dream and smiled: "You made a big scene, Womisor."

"Roar!"

Womisor's vertical pupils revealed a strong fierce light, staring at the smoke and dust below.

Imon felt something in his heart and became cautious again.

Dragon-eating species are always cunning, not so easy to kill.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, a dragon roar came from below.

One man and one dragon focused their attention and stared at them intently.

Plop!

An ugly mud dragon covered with bumps crawled out, wailing as if to gain sympathy.

Obviously, he was ignored again.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

A dragon corpse as black as carbon fell on its back, and its huge body smashed a deep pit.

Half of the dragon head was broken and buried in the dust mixed with blood plasma.

Half of the dragon head stared at the sky with unwilling green vertical pupils.

It seemed that even if he fell into hell, he had to remember the hatred.

"Huh, he is really dead!"

Imon stood up excitedly, and it seemed like a big stone fell from his heart.

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