Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 232 Dragons are partners, not tools

Lingol felt that his most common emotion today must be helplessness. Especially when he saw his children, this helplessness reached its peak.

Little Igor is very cunning, which was shown when he was very young. He would secretly trick his sister who particularly liked to play with him, but within the range that both of them could accept.

So the two children were able to reconcile quickly.

"Igor, it's your bad idea again." Lingol covered his head with his hands in pain. Seeing that his father was unhappy, little Igor hid behind his sister in fear.

"Father, I am also wrong. I shouldn't have taken my brother's wooden sword."

Seeing that her father's face looked a little strange, Daenerys immediately did what she should do as a sister and stood in front of her brother.

"Alright, alright, don't I know what you are thinking? Uh." Lingol thought for a moment. "Go find your mother. She is free now."

"You" Daenerys and Igor's eyes lit up at the same time. It seemed that their father was not going to punish them.

"Go over there quickly." Lingol suddenly smiled: "Before I regret it."

"I understand, father. You are busy, you are busy." Daenerys immediately picked up her brother and rushed out, leaving her father with a smile on his face.

The brother and sister soon found their mother who was taking a walk after dinner.

"You want to watch Regon taming dragons? No! It's too dangerous." Danyla decisively rejected the children's request. "This time, your uncle Regon is selecting dragons to tame. Those wild dragons are very ferocious. Only Valenna, Uncle Rey, and Aunt Rhaena can suppress these wild dragons. Do you want to cause trouble by going there?"

"Father has agreed. Mom, please take us to take a look." Daenerys grabbed her mother's hand and shook it.

"Mom, we will also tame dragons in the future and accumulate some experience, Mom." Igor also grabbed his mother's other hand, opened his eyes wide and said coquettishly.

"Okay, okay." Daniela knew that she couldn't persuade the children, so she had to agree.

Dragon's Nest City, Dragon's Lair.

"Come out in order, don't mess around!"

The elderly Princess Rhaena rode on Dawn's back, shouting commands in High Valyrian. Shadowmare and Silverwing stood on both sides of the dragon's lair exit, staring intently at the depths of the dragon's lair.

The sound of Wormisol's snoring in his sleep still echoed throughout the dragon's lair.

"Rhaegon, go ahead." Rey stood behind his little nephew and said gently, "Choose your future companion and say its name in Gordon Valyrian. If it is willing to pay attention to you, you will sense it. Next time you come, you can tame it directly."

Lei Geng, who was already sixteen years old, swallowed.

As the youngest son of Longzel, and because of his sickly health in childhood, he received more love from his parents and was the king of children among three generations. This thin boy had neat short silver-gold hair. Compared with his brothers, Regen was much inferior. Compared with being a knight or a lord, Regen was more like a bachelor.

If he wanted, he could now forge necklaces of medicine, history, ravens, mathematics, military science, and the occult.

But Lei Geng was too lazy to take the exam, so he just gave up.

"Uncle, according to your theory, should I choose the dragon that was born closest to me?"

"Straighten your tongue when you speak." Lei Yi frowned and said, "If you see me still so nervous, even if you want to tame a companion dragon, it will not surrender to you easily."

"Oh." Lei Geng tried hard to straighten his tongue and lowered his head in frustration.

"Rey, don't be so mean to the children." The voice came from Princess Rhaena in the sky. She and Rey did not have many children, so she was particularly tolerant and doting on the children. However, the children were raised by Longzel and Diana, so her doting did not have much impact.

"It's all right, Aunt Rhaena. It's my fault." Regan raised his head and looked into the depths of the dragon's lair, still mumbling something. Rey's hearing was pretty good, but he could only make out a few words in Gordon Valyrian.

Some were commands, and some were mumblings like "The Blood Princess likes mutton, the Golden King likes golden things, Valarion likes gems, Cerelis hates Reyels and likes the Golden King's lair, and Reyels likes Vasolial."

The Blood Princess was the first to crawl out. The giant red dragon that was hatched from the silver-winged dragon egg has now grown up. Although it can lay eggs, the number of eggs it produces is very small and the quality is not very high.

"Blood Princess, come here." Regen began to summon the dragon according to Rey's instructions.

The Blood Princess heard Regen's call. She glanced at Regen, then turned her head and looked around, then looked at the silver dragon "Dawn" with a towering crown of thorns.

Watching the Blood Princess crawling back to her nest, Daenerys pulled her mother's hand unhappily and said, "Mom, did the Blood Princess reject Uncle Regan?"

Danella smiled and shook her head: "No, the blood of our family allows us to ride on any dragon. As long as we establish a connection with the dragon on its back, we can conquer it."

"Mom, but that's not what Sebastian told us," Igor said.

"That's right. Father doesn't want us to treat dragons like wild beasts or tools. They are our honor and our relatives, so we will respect the opinions of dragons more. Your Uncle Dan is like this. Centrolos responded to his birth. Theoretically, as long as he rode Centrolos, he could conquer it quickly. But Uncle Dan didn't do that. He chose the traditional dragon taming method and finally got the recognition of Centrolos after experiencing life and death."

Danyla looked at the dragon taming scene below and said gently, "This is what your Uncle Regan is doing."

The purple Ziwing sniffed Reggon but did not accept his call.

Reyels and Cerelis were still fighting when they set out, and Regen's summons couldn't even interrupt the fight between the green dragon and the crimson Cerelis. It was Silver Wing's roar that stopped them.

Valarion stayed beside Reagon for a while, but eventually left, shaking his head.

"Roar"

The Golden King, as brilliant as pure gold, proudly flew out of its nest, and behind it were the baby dragons that had hatched in the past few years and were growing well.

Regen saw them, too.

"Golden King, Vasolial, Shayel, come here." Regen called out their names accurately.

The first to land was Vasoliar, a pure white dragon with a strange appearance. It had a huge tail that was very disproportionate to its body. The slender tail dragged a long way and had a huge fin at the end. It did not have huge dragon horns, but had neatly arranged sharp short horns above its eyes and on both sides of its head, which made its scale-covered face look quite majestic. Under the weak light in the dragon's lair, Vasoliar's pure white scales were as colorful as Hovenders's membrane wings.

The most peculiar thing is the silky hair that extends from its spine to its cheeks, making Vasolial look like a lion. Rey had experimented with these hairs when the dragon was just hatched.

They are not real hair, any more than the whiskers of Sarafathers and Hovenders, or the tentacles of the Burning Fire.

These "hairs" seem to be able to resist the burning of flames and the biting of sharp teeth very well.

Then there is Sayer, which is as purple as rouge. The most peculiar part of it is its head and neck. Compared with normal dragons, Sayer's head is even stranger than Huohuo. Huge scales cover its head, making its head look more like those armored jawless fish in ancient times. The huge dragon horns do not seem so suitable. The most peculiar thing is the huge fin-like membrane wings extending from both sides of Sayer's head. Together with its equally huge dragon wings, it looks like it has two pairs of wings.

The Golden King landed behind Vasolial and Shayel, looking at Regen with some curiosity.

"Vatholiar and Shayel seem to have rejected Uncle Rhaegon." Daenerys had sharp eyes, and she soon saw the two younger dragons turn around and leave, leaving only the Golden King's dragon.

"The Golden King is more suitable for Regan." Daenerys sighed: "It is big enough and docile enough."

Igor stared blankly at the Golden King slowly crawling towards Regen, lowered his head, and allowed Regen to put his hand between his dragon horns.

No one knew what this five-year-old was thinking.

(End of this chapter)