Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Instantly, the dragons were completely boiling, and the roars spread over the sea area of ​​dozens of miles.

"Hiss!"

Silver Wing's vertical pupils flashed, gliding not far from the ground, and took the lead in showing interest in the broken dragon corpse.

Many of its dragon eggs were stolen by the other party.

Now, it's time for revenge.

"Hiss!"

"..."

The other dragons became more and more agitated, looking up at the bronze dragon from time to time, as if waiting for the king's order.

"It's up to you, Womisor."

Emon was proud of it, rubbing his palm against the bronze scales.

Womisor glanced at his vertical pupils and slowly opened his huge dragon mouth.

"Dragon Flame!!" Emon shouted.

"Hiss--"

Womisor raised his head and roared, and the bronze dragon flame roared out, breaking through the thick clouds.

The next moment, the dragons seemed to have received a call and took action in a flash.

Silver Wing moved the fastest, landing lightly on the ground, opening his mouth to tear the belly of the dragon corpse.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief forgot his pain at this time, and with a pair of brown wings, he flew up to the dragon corpse and feasted on it.

It was the most decisive, tearing off a piece of flesh and swallowing it.

The two sub-adult dragons were also unceremonious and joined the feast.

The celebration ceremony after killing the dragon-eating species cannot be without the most tragic sharing session.

"Hiss!"

Syrax flew low on the periphery, turning around anxiously.

Because the driver was still on his back, he didn't dare to go down to fight for it.

"Put me down, Syrax."

Rhaenyra looked dazed.

She didn't know what happened, but she knew she couldn't stop her dragon.

When Syrax landed, the driver on his back climbed down and immediately squeezed out the sub-adult dragon that was also golden.

Grunt...

At the foot of Dragon Mountain.

The two sub-adult dragons they raised escaped, and the dragon keepers panicked and went out in full force to look for clues.

As soon as we reached the foot of the mountain, we saw the ancient ritual of a group of dragons dancing together.

Plop! Plop!

Dozens of dragon handlers knelt down together, their faces flushed with excitement, their eyes almost fanatical.

As a profession that accompanies dragons all year round, they are very aware of the existence of gluttons.

They can kill them and cause the dragons to celebrate.

"The glory of ancient Valyria... has reappeared!"

An old dragon handler's pupils trembled and he said tremblingly.

Reading countless ancient books of the ancient Valyrian dragon king, there are only a few similar ancient rituals recorded.

Most of the specific reasons are unknown, and the detailed years are unknown.

Witnessing this scene with my own eyes today, the shock is no less than a spiritual cleansing.

Soon, the dragon corpse was incomplete.

"Hiss!"

Silver Wing licked the dragon kiss and consciously retreated a distance.

Seeing this, the other dragons reluctantly gave up their positions.

The sheep thief's pupils were smart, and he finally bit off a piece of scaly flesh and curled up at the end of the dragon group.

In mid-air.

Aemon saw everything and whispered, "It's our turn, Wormisol."

The last part of the ceremony will be performed by the giant dragon under his crotch.

"Roar!"

Wormisol circled around the Dragon Mountain, and a pair of wide brown dragon wings blew away the stench, restoring the world to a clean state.

Then, it folded its wings and landed.

Under Aemon's gaze, it sniffed the broken dragon corpse, and its dragon mouth revealed sharp fangs.

Crack!

Wormisol's vertical pupils flashed with a fierce aura, and it locked onto the dragon-eating species' still intact thick neck, biting the scales bit by bit with its fangs, and lifted up the huge corpse.

Aemon sat astride the saddle, staring intently.

"Hiss--"

Wormisol suddenly exerted force, and the dragon's head rose up unstoppably, accompanied by the harsh noise of bones breaking.

Puff!

The neck of the glutton was cut off in the middle, and the half-broken black dragon head was pulled up by the roots and thrown high into the sky.

The clouds and mists dissipated, and the sun shone.

In an instant, boiling dragon blood gushed out from the broken neck, like a dam bursting.

It covered the man and the dragon who killed it impartially.

Wormisol was fearless and let the blood of the dragon-eating species spill on his chest.

"Oh~"

Aemon raised his head, and the sun was dazzling, so he raised his right arm to block his eyes.

When he saw it, he couldn't avoid it.

The dragon blood poured down like a bucket, soaking his head and body.

Suddenly, white smoke came out.

"Aemon!"

Rhaenyra was shocked.

The dragon blood was extremely hot, and mortals would be burned by fire if they touched it.

When she thought of this, she felt cold all over.

The dragon breeders at the foot of the Dragon Mountain also saw this scene.

"Prince..."

The old dragon keeper's heart stopped, his old face was as pale as paper, and his hair stood on end.

Usually, dragon keepers who come into contact with dragon blood can only commit suicide with the obsidian dagger they carry with them.

Give yourself a quick death!

"Hiss--"

Womithor roared, threw away the black dragon head, and spewed out copper dragon flames to start cremation.

"Cough cough..."

As soon as the roar fell, a hard cough came from the dragon's back.

All of a sudden, everyone present was shocked.

"Hiss, it's like taking a hot bath."

Imon reached out to wipe the dragon blood off his face and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

It's so hot!

A glance from the corner of his eye showed that his silver-gold hair was slightly curled due to fever.

"Womithor, you are a bastard!"

Imon gritted his teeth, his face ruddy and shiny.

Scalded.

He wiped off the dragon blood in a hurry, and his silver-gold long hair was tangled into clumps.

It was very embarrassing, but no one really saw it.

"Aemon!"

Rhaenyra covered her mouth, speechless in shock.

The dragon keepers were trembling all over, as if they had seen a miracle.

"Aemon the Dragon Slayer!"

Some people couldn't help but shout at the top of their lungs.

Only dragon slayers can be baptized by dragon blood and have an indestructible body like a god.

The shouts reached everyone's ears.

Even the old dragon keepers who were used to the wind and waves opened their mouths and said tremblingly: "Dragon slayer, the dragon slayer who controls the dragon..."

"Aemon the Dragon Slayer!"

"Warrior descended to earth, Aemon Targaryen..."

"..."

Aemon was wiping halfway when he heard a noisy shout, and his blood-stained eyebrows were raised: "What the hell are you shouting?"

He didn't speak louder.

The dragon's back was so high, how could he hear it clearly.

"Aemon, are you okay!?"

Rhaenyra hurried over and shouted beside the bronze dragon.

Aemon said speechlessly, "What do you think?"

Thanks to his high blood purity and physical fitness that is half that of an ordinary person.

Let's try another one, and it's cooked to medium rare.

Rhaenyra's expression was stunned, and her beautiful eyes stared at the bloody boy on the dragon's back.

His face was still so handsome, but his blood-stained long hair was less smooth and more messy.

No disfigurement!

Aemon lowered his head and stared at her.

The four eyes met, and they saw through each other's thoughts.

"Humph!"

Aemon rolled his eyes with a smile in his eyes.

Although the barren bulge did not limit his stupidity, he was kind-hearted.

At this time, there was only a black dragon bone left in the pit.

"Hiss!"

Silver Wing took off again, and the other dragons turned around and flew away.

But when they left, they all roared to the bronze dragon to show respect.

Wormisol raised his dragon head and accepted it with peace of mind.

Aemon patted his face, knowing that it was time to say goodbye.

Be alert, don't lose face.

…

Chaotou Island.

"Roar..."

An old dragon with a dark green body crouched on the ground, with its sparsely pointed head drooping, enjoying the touch of the driver.

"It's time to eat, Vhagar."

Lanar, wearing a lace-edged white dress, gently hugged the old dragon's chin.

Vhagar's eyes were lowered, his huge body was as still as a mountain, and he only responded with his chin.

The movement was very light and gentle.

Boom——

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept past.

Vhagar raised his head slightly, his vertical pupils instantly became cold, exuding a faint hostility.

"Be quiet, Vhagar!"

Lanar was pushed and staggered, and hurriedly comforted the sensitive old dragon.

Vhagar glanced at her, his cracked dragon mouth opened and closed, and finally relaxed his body and fell down with a bang.

Inexplicably, he was extremely restless.

It seemed that something big happened, but it was missed before her eyes.

"Just like that, don't be angry."

Lanar was in the dust, and she stroked the old dragon's sunken eye sockets with both hands.

Then, she looked up into the distance.

I saw two giant dragons, one bronze and one silver-gray, flying side by side, crossing the Blackwater Bay and flying out of the throat.

"Aemon?"

Lanar's eyes were surprised, and she whispered softly: "He awakened the dragon Silverwing."

A smart brain is easy to use, and she thought of what happened in an instant.

"It's incredible."

Lanar bit her lower lip, and her heart surged.

She liked dragons, especially big and fierce adult dragons.

So she chose Vhagar.

Unexpectedly, someone was more cunning than her.

He actually used the unique partnership between Wormithor and Silverwing to awaken the latter to fly with him.

"So you are here, Lannar."

Suddenly, a male voice pretending to be surprised came from behind.

The son of a former Braavos Sea King was performing hard at this time.

Lanar turned his head without looking back, and the blush on his face faded at the speed of light.

"Roar..."

Vhagar turned his head and roared, and the hot wind blew, and he came out to drive it away instead of the driver.

"I'll come next time."

The other party was sweating profusely, and he didn't even want the flowers in his hand, and ran away.

The image of a straw bag was simply a true performance.

"Roar!"

Vhagar snorted heavily, and looked sideways at the driver.

"I'm fine, Vhagar."

Lanar's voice was soft and magnetic, and he tilted his head and gently leaned on the dragon's head.

Head against head, feeling each other's warmth.

However, just as the man and the dragon were comforting each other.

A mud dragon with brown mud scales and ugly appearance quietly flew over the clouds, sniffing the smell and tracking.

As if fighting to open up new territory.

...

Half a month later.

Valley, Runestone City.

In the empty room, a tall figure with short silver-gold hair was lying on the table writing furiously.

A piece of parchment, a quill pen, creating a great plan.

"The first batch of materials provided by the card has arrived, it's time to officially start."

Aemon muttered softly

After half a month, His Royal Highness changed his hairstyle to a fashionable one.

There is no way!

Dragon blood is sticky and thick, and it can't be rubbed clean after sticking to the hair.

His Royal Highness could only bear the pain and cut his hair into short hair, which slightly improved his temperament.

"Rhaenyra is on a tour, and I should also formulate my first five-year plan."

Aemon's eyes were bright and his writing never stopped.

People must have a clear goal in life.

Referring to a series of recent and long-term events, we can no longer muddle through.

The feather pen moved slightly, leaving handwriting on the parchment.

1. The development plan of the river valley.

As the prince's territory, the importance of the river valley is self-evident.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the capital for survival.

The palace has not been built yet, and the city is a long way off.

We must tighten the screws.

2. The candidate for marriage.

After thinking about it, I will update another chapter.

Otherwise, I will be sorry for the monthly tickets and rewards from my friends.

Be alert, don't lose face!