Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 227 Supreme Dragon King

Chapter 227 Supreme Dragon King
Kolachu broke through the lake's surface, his body covered in blood that evaporated into the water, and dragged his heavily wounded body ashore.

"Kolaksh!"

Damon was stunned for a moment, then pounced on her like a madman.

"Gah..."

As soon as Kolachu reached the shore, he collapsed, found an open space, and curled up, too weak even to roar.

It was badly injured.

One of its wings was nearly torn off at the root, and its abdomen was ripped open, revealing its internal organs.

The other damage types vary.

Deep and deep scratches, bites that fractured bone, and large areas of black burns on the back of the neck.

It's hard to imagine how much perseverance it takes to climb out of the icy lake.

"Kolaksh..."

Damon walked halfway, but dared not touch the crimson dragon's body.

At this moment, Kolachu's vertical pupils were dim, barely managing to stay open, and his bloodied chest heaved violently.

It's as if the countdown to life has begun.

Any external factor can bring about premature death.

Damon watched from afar, his expression blank and helpless, a lingering sadness hidden in his eyes.

His best partner is about to leave.

In the night sky, the dragons roared repeatedly.

Vomisol grew stronger with each battle, its claws locking together with Vaghar's, spinning in mid-air and spewing flames at each other.

At first glance, it looks like a fiery wheel.

The two adult dragons, neither willing to yield, simultaneously lost their ability to fly as they spun around, plummeting together towards the still-wet earth.

boom--

Vaghar became even more cumbersome, its massive body crashing to the ground, shattering the oxidized gray crust on the surface of the magma, and splashing red magma and billowing thick smoke.

"Roar--"

Vomisol acted decisively, breaking free of his restraints just before landing and riding back into the sky amidst the thick smoke.

The dragons scattered and circled the lonely mountain, waiting for Vaghar to rise and fight again.

An old dragon, weathered by time, knows how to protect itself in battle and will not be easily defeated.

"Hiss... Gah..."

Seeing the dragons fighting, a glimmer of light rekindled in Kolachu's vertical pupils—a thirst for survival.

With a strength that seemed to come from nowhere, it struggled to its feet despite its severe injuries, and its attempts to take off failed several times.

But it did not give up. With its broken left wing drooping, it crawled using its right wing and a pair of small hind legs.

When flying in the sky, its slender, snake-like body provides it with a high degree of agility.

Even if it falls into the lake, its body can minimize resistance and allow it to climb out of the icy water.

However, once it lands on the ground, its small hind limbs become a major weakness.

It crawls on the ground, more like a fire worm with broken wings, leaving behind a winding crawling trail.

Damon felt conflicted as he watched Corakhue recklessly climb toward the Lonely Mountain.

The torn abdomen rubbed against the ground, every tiny pebble like a slicing knife, scraping away the turned-out flesh.

He didn't know what Kolachu's will to survive was.

But he knew that if Kolachu did nothing, he would surely die.

A dragon rarely gets injured; in most cases, it can heal itself thanks to its powerful regenerative abilities.

With such a fatal wound, the probability of death is extremely high.

Two reasons.

First, the dragon's wounds were difficult to suture, as no needle could pierce its tough hide.

Secondly, the risk of wound infection was too high, making it impossible for the dragon to heal itself.

The former "Black Death" Bellerion once went to the Sea of Smoke and returned with a nine-foot-long, deep, and sturdy jagged wound on his abdomen.

No one could mend this wound; Bellerion could only let it heal itself.

God does not fulfill one's wishes.

Instead of healing on its own, the wound quickly became inflamed and infected, eventually rotting and smelling foul.

The scholars of the City deduced that this was also a major factor affecting Bellerion's lifespan in his later years.

Kolakhu's injury is much more serious than Bellerion's, and the chances of him recovering on his own are extremely slim.

"Hiss... Gah..."

Korakshu climbed to the foot of Lonely Mountain, waded through the semi-dried lava ash, and entered the newly opened canyon.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were no dragons around.

Its vertical pupils locked onto an underground cave closest to the ground, radiating intense heat.

His nostrils twitched slightly as he smelled the pungent odor of sulfur.

Kolachuh let out a soft chirp, glanced back longingly at the location of its charioteer, and resolutely plunged into the cave.

……

Above Gushan.

The battle between the two dragons intensified, their flames brighter than at nightfall, forming vast fiery clouds in the sky.

"Roar——"

Vaghar opened its blood-red maw, biting into Vomisor's shoulder blade and tearing at its brown wings.

Vomisor's vertical pupils shone like copper foil, his blood surged and he felt no pain, and he turned around and grabbed Vaghar's throat.

The old dragon's neck was very thick, and its dark green scales were as solid as a rock.

Vomitor continued to exert force, first tasting the bloody smell of shattered scales, then embedding his dragon teeth deep into flesh.

"Roar——"

Vaghar was in great pain, flapping his wings in an attempt to struggle, his massive, mountain-like body swaying in mid-air.

Vomisol gritted his teeth and flapped his brown wings in an orderly fashion to maintain his balance.

Soon, the old dragon with its dark green scales lost its balance.

Despite his shattered shoulder blades, Vormisor strangled the old dragon by shaking it back and forth, even dragging it along in mid-air for a distance.

Scalding hot dragon blood rained down from the sky.

"Roar--"

Vaghar was outmaneuvered and launched a desperate, haphazard attack with his wings and claws, making a final counterattack.

boom--

Vomisol glided at low altitude, then released its dragon's jaws halfway through the flight, hurling it violently into the hard mountainside.

Vaghar was completely disoriented from the impact; the wound on his neck was charred and smelled foul, and he nearly broke his throat.

Having defeated his opponent once again, Vomisol, exhausted, struggled to fly to the top of the lonely mountain.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

Silverwing, Gray Shadow, Melias and other giant dragons rushed up, roaring around the mountaintop.

“Hiss—”

Vomitor's vertical pupils narrowed, its forelimbs gripped the rocks tightly, and it crouched low, roaring at the most threatening Melias.

Its body was covered with wounds of all sizes.

The dragon's scarred jaws were wide open, its fangs oozing blood that dripped onto the ground along with its saliva.

Fierce and insane, majestic and unrestrained.

After consecutive battles against Kolachu and Vaghar, it had exhausted almost all of its stamina.

But they still dare to fight when faced with challengers.

"Hiss!"

Melias's vertical pupils flashed, and he immediately flew far away, unwilling to provoke this mad dragon.

Wormisor was breathing heavily, his muscles bulging, and he glanced at the other dragons.

Silverwing and Gray Shadow were originally dragons from the same mountain, circling in the sky one after the other, roaring in celebration.

Haiyan is young and strong, but he is also the dragon most afraid of Vormisor.

Sweeping across its coppery vertical pupils, it quickly followed in Melias's footsteps, flying into the sky and disappearing into the distance.

In this way, the circling trajectory of the dragons subtly changed.

“Hiss—”

Vomisol roars to the sky, standing alone atop the mountain, asserting its sovereignty.

Silverwing and Gray Shadow flew in the inner circle, closest to Vormisor, like guards protecting a king.

Melias and Haiyan flew on the outer circle, higher and farther from the mountaintop.

They both feared and dreaded Vomisol, but tacitly accepted its superior status.

"Roar——"

Vaghar rose again, roaring defiantly at the mountaintop, the entire dragon resembling a firecracker about to explode.

But instead of taking to the air to challenge it again, it lay heavily on the ground, panting.

Having consumed a Blood Source Fruit, it strengthened its life essence, restoring its aging body to strength and making it more energetic than before.

However, he was facing Vormisor, who was younger, of similar size, and had more experience fighting dragons.

The aura of the founding dragon has dimmed somewhat.

Unless it results in mutual destruction, or if a pilot is involved, the outcome will not change. "Hiss—"

Vomisol roared again, its volume drowning out the unwilling old dragon, and calmly circled on the mountaintop.

Upon receiving the signal, the dragons dispersed involuntarily.

They all fell into the valley of the lonely mountain, searching for a suitable smoking cave to build their nests.

Only when Silverwing flew down to its side did it nuzzle its chin with its dragon head.

Like a king and queen.

"Dragon King!"

Viserys and the others gazed at this scene, and a thought simultaneously popped into their minds.

A supreme dragon king was born from among the dragons, who could command all the dragons.

Because their family history books were all burned, they have very little memory of the ancient Valyrian period.

It is unclear whether there is a similar Supreme Dragon King among the Fourteen Fire Peaks.

After all, dragons are inherently diverse.

Vormisor, who has a mate, is recognized as a special being.

Vaghar and Kolachu were powerful and exceptional, but they clearly couldn't last until the end.

……

Lonely Mountain, inside the Dragon's Nest.

When Eamon heard the roar of the dragon outside, he wasn't too surprised.

Vormisor is a typical berserker with high attack and high health.

Through the deep bond between the man and the dragon, he could sense that the other's stamina was continuously recovering, and that he could fight another round of Haiyan, a young fourth-generation dragon.

"Speak, what is the purpose of your visit to my territory?"

With a cold expression, Eamon pointed at a petite figure with his empty hand.

"I'm here to remind you."

A green-skinned squirrel-man clung tightly to the trunk of the Bronze Tree, staring intently at the Valyrian steel longsword.

Squirrel Man is what the giants call the children of the forest.

Because they look just like lively forest squirrels.

Just like the one before Imon's eyes.

She was a young female forest child with large ears and a leaf cloak covering her pale brown skin, which was speckled like a doe's.

Her eyes were very rare, a blend of gold and green, and narrow like a cat's eyes.

Her hair was a voluminous chestnut brown curly style, adorned with two flower petals, one red and one gold.

However, upon closer inspection, it is actually multiple hair colors.

She's clearly not even 1.4 meters tall; she looks like a little girl.

But she has the voice of an adult woman, sweet and clear, giving people a strong sense of contrast.

Moreover, they speak the common language.

The only thing was that he wasn't very skilled yet, and he had an awkward accent that was different from that of Westeros or even Essos.

This reminded Imon of Lannar's voice, equally gentle and melodious.

"Just a quick question, how old are you this year?"

Filled with curiosity, Aemon emphasized, "According to our human age..."

"16 is old."

Ye Zi, wary of the sword blade, leaned back slowly, her body pressed against the bronze sacred tree.

"Only one year older than me?"

A look of surprise flashed across Imon's eyes.

What a young child of the forest.

Seeing that she was unarmed, they inquired in detail about her background.

This female child of the forest is named Leaf, and she comes from the northern frontier, north of the Great Wall.

Leaf is a very common name; it simply refers to the leaves on a big tree.

She has several older sisters, all of whom are older than her, and the age difference varies.

They are all named after various trees or flowers.

This custom stems not only from the children of the forest's love of nature, but also from the fact that the harsh winters of the border regions make it difficult to see such greenery.

Unlike other children of the forest.

Ye Zi had just come of age and, with the permission of her elders, packed her bags and entered the Wall to begin her travels in Westeros.

The original plan was to sneak into the village quietly, without firing a shot.

After traveling through the area, they returned to the border region.

Unexpectedly, an accident occurred midway.

"You were the one causing trouble on Lonely Mountain, and you even whispered in my ear?"

Imon's expression was unfriendly.

Looking at the gleaming sword blade, Ye Zi honestly confessed that she was the one who had been spying on Imon from the shadows.

"You could have traveled and left, why did you expose yourself?"

Imon questioned.

Leaf widened its eyes, which blended gold and green, and said crisply, "I am the Green Prophet, and I can see the future."

The Green Prophets are a group of children of the forest who have awakened the "Green Vision".

Green Vision possesses the ability to remotely see and predict the future.

It's like an enhanced version of the Dreamwalker talent.

"So you instigated me to kill Damon, why?"

Imon was puzzled and pressed the tip of his sword against the other man's neck.

Ye Zi trembled slightly, saying in fear, "I saw it. The Dragon King riding the blood-red dragon will die on a lake."

Battle of God's Eye Lake!
Aemon's eyes sharpened, becoming increasingly serious: "What did you see? Explain yourself clearly."

“I’m stopping your family’s infighting.”

Ye Zi made a startling statement, puffing out her small, withered chest and saying in a serious tone, "I was born in the age of dragons, and I do not want to see the dragons go extinct."

She seemed to be a savior.

"Will all the dragons die out?"

Aemon feigned ignorance, attempting to extract more information.

"Yes."

Ye Zi nodded, and fearing he might not believe her, added, "The last dragon will die somewhere in the valley."

Aemon pondered silently.

In the later stages of Blood Dragon Frenzy, only four dragons remained alive.

The glutton was killed by him before dawn could even hatch.

Silverwing clearly records that it flew to Red Lake in the River Bend, and then disappeared without a trace.

The only dragons that can hide in the valley are wild dragon sheep thieves.

As a third-generation dragon, the sheep thief's fall after Silverwing's is consistent with reality.

In conclusion, this green squirrel-man is truly a prophet.

"Why did you make me kill Damon?"

A glint flashed in Eamon's eyes, and he guessed at some absurd possibility.

Then Ye Zi said, "He rode a demonic dragon and perished together with another powerful demonic dragon. If he had died in this lake, the powerful demonic dragon wouldn't have had to die."

Upon hearing this, a slight smile appeared on Imon's lips.

As expected, the green squirrel-man's vision of the future was fragmented, with a large proportion of his actions being driven by his subjective consciousness.

They wanted to influence the course of history by altering the trajectories of historical figures.

If Damon were dead, there would be no Battle of Godeye Lake.

Varghal, forced to perish along with his own, would survive, preserving the Targaryen's most powerful dragon.

good idea!
Looking at the clear pupils of the leaves, one can tell at a glance that it is an innocent green prophet who has not yet passed its probationary period.

Something, but not much.

Bang!

Imon sheathed his sword, abandoning his murderous intent towards him.

Green Prophet is not a panacea.

Its predictive ability is not much stronger than that of dream prophecy, and its uncertainty is even greater.

He was certain that the other party had not seen the premonition about him.

Unbeknownst to them, history had already changed.

The simplistic view is that if a key member of the original world's criminal organization dies, the criminal organization will quickly collapse.

Once the Targaryen infighting ends, most of the dragons will be preserved.

This rare species, capable yet lacking in ability, is considered a protected animal by His Highness.

Let's see if we can trick someone into working here.

"last question."