Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 246 Young Dragon "Blackfire"

boom--

A burst of intense flames filled the narrow cave.

Eamon's eyes widened, and he took off running.

"Bad luck! Bad luck! Bad luck!"

Flames were chasing the rear of the car; an accident was imminent.

Immon lunged forward, using the momentum to roll sideways and escape from the cave.

Wow!

The fiery tail shot out, carrying with it large and small flying sand and stones, burying people in heaps.

Quite a while.

"hiss!"

Imon gasped and popped his head out of the sand.

Gushan is, after all, a "half-dead" active volcano, with restless underground magma that can erupt in anger at any moment.

Your Highness, so kind, you almost did.

"Luckily, I ran fast."

Imon shook the sand out of his hair and couldn't help but smile with relief.

He can run through intense flames; he's practically a superman.

Look up at the sky.

A crescent moon rises, casting its bright light.

Imon got up, preparing to return to Vale for a meal.

"That's it for now, let's eat first."

"Hiss~~"

A small, dark dragon head emerged from the bosom, its red, cat's-eye-like vertical pupils glaring, and let out a hiss of approval.

"You think so too?"

Imon lowered his head and teased the newborn dragon's short chin.

"Gah!"

The young dragon stretched its neck, rested its head on the back of the silver-haired human's hand, and bit down on that finger.

Imon did not dodge.

The baby dragon didn't actually bite.

The hot, scalding dragon's mouth took my finger in and sucked on it like a mother's breast.

"Look how hungry you are, you little latecomer."

With a gentle smile, Eamon placed the newborn dragon on his shoulder.

Under the moonlight, the young dragon revealed its true form.

Its scales are as black as night, its wing membranes are scarlet, and its neck and tail are slightly raised, showing signs of growing a dorsal fin.

Those red, vertical pupils were full of life, like a newborn human's innocent curiosity about the world.

Aemon turned his head to look at the baby dragon, his eyes filled with joy.

The black and red color scheme—such a familiar look.

Based on the birth form of the baby dragon and its excellent bloodline derived from its mother, Meng Huo, one can foresee how magnificent and heroic it will be in the future.

Bellerion II!

"Hiss!"

Little Bellerion was starving. He stood on the shoulder of the silver-haired human, spread his wings, and instinctively wanted to spew out dragon fire.

puff!
Dragon flames did not appear, but a string of thick smoke billowed out.

Little Bellerion's attempt to steal a chicken backfired spectacularly; he ended up coughing so badly he nearly fell off the broad shoulders.

"Interesting, let me give you a name."

Imon smiled broadly; he seemed to adore the little guy.

For nothing else.

This newborn dragon hatched from a black dragon egg in his cradle.

It was the black dragon egg that he placed in the natural greenhouse.

He had just retrieved the two dragon eggs stolen by the sheep thief and was carefully checking the remaining dragon eggs in the greenhouse for any damage.

They happened to witness a baby dragon hatching and roaring to the sky.

Before Imon could even pick up the baby dragon and examine it properly, the lava pool in the greenhouse erupted, almost turning the belated union of the two into a situation where they didn't ask to be born in the same year and month, but only in the same year and month.

Thinking of this, Imon patted his pocket.

"Zhizhi~~"

Before the mouse arrived, its voice preceded its arrival; the golden-nosed mouse poked out its furry head in protest.

However, upon seeing the unceremonious large hand, the mouse held back its tears and pulled a piece of smoked jerky from its mouth pouch.

"Gah!"

Little Bellerion's eyes lit up as he took a big bite of the jerky and swallowed it in a few gulps.

When it comes to feeding dragons, whether they are baby dragons or giant dragons, His Highness the Prince is like an old lady blowing her nose and pinching them with his bare hands.

"Since you look like Bellerion, how about we name you..."

Imon picked up the baby dragon and examined it carefully, his expression serious: "How about we name it 'Blackfire'?"

"Hiss~~"

The young dragon Blackfire blinked its vertical pupils, completely unable to understand what the silver-haired human in front of it was saying. It buried its head under the other's soft, long, silver-gold hair at the neck and curled up to sleep.

It's unclear whether the two knew each other since infancy and when they were dragon eggs, or whether the young dragon Blackfire saw Imon for the first time when it hatched.

The little creature felt a deep sense of familiarity with this strange yet familiar silver-haired human, as if it were seeing a father or brother, showing none of the ferocity or resistance one would expect from a young dragon.

"If you don't refuse, then it's settled."

Imon stroked the smooth scales of the young dragon Blackfire, feeling no less affection for it than for the dragon itself.

He thought that the dragon egg in the cradle would never hatch in his lifetime.

Unexpectedly, a baby Bellerion hatched for him.

Don't underestimate the title "Little Bellerion".

According to the family's brief history, each dragon is unique.

Whether it's appearance, habits, or other conditions, there are differences, large or small.

The young dragon Blackfire has a black and red color scheme and a similar size to its mother Dreamfire. When it grows up, it will be a replica of Bellerion.

The status of Balerion, the "Black Death," within the Targaryen family and indeed throughout Westeros is self-evident.

The moment it hatches, it's considered an auspicious sign!
Similarly, it serves as a unique deterrent to the Seven Kingdoms and any ambitious individuals.

The mere mention of "Belle Rien" being a reincarnation would terrify them in this prosperous era where the Dragon family reigns supreme.

"No, no, no."

Unable to suppress his smirk, Imon muttered under his breath, "I need to get Rhaenyra to give me a baby so I can quickly inherit the young dragon Blackfire."

He already has "Bronze Fury" Vormisor, and also has Silverwing and Grey Shadow as his two great allies.

The young dragon Blackfire is still too young; it is suitable to leave it to his offspring.

Such a "legitimate" young dragon shouldn't be allowed to benefit Aegon's children.

"Going home, I'll work overtime tonight."

Imon, full of vigor and pride, decided to fight the Great Mother Dragon tonight.

……

The northern part of the river valley.

“Ho ho ho~~”

Imond's eyes were unfocused as he gazed at the bright moon on the horizon, running until he had exhausted every last bit of energy.

The wild dragon sheep thief flew this way.

He wanted to catch up with it and tame it.

boom!
Finally, exhausted, he tripped over a stone and fell face-first to the ground.

Imond fainted instantly, his nose nearly breaking when it hit the soft grass.

"Cuckoo cuckoo..."

The valley is beautiful at night, with fish leaping in the stream and birds chirping softly in the forest.

Time passed second by second, and the stubborn boy recovered from his exhaustion.

hum-

Suddenly, the night sky fell silent, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

An unusual aura quietly permeated the world.

“Uh~~”

As if sensing something, Imond regained consciousness from his dizziness and raised his head with blank eyes.

next second.

A colossal dragon with brownish-black scales and an extremely ugly appearance came into view.

"what!"

Imond was stunned.

The sheep thief lay prone on the ground, a bloodied and mangled sheep held in his mouth, and he tilted his dragon head to curiously examine the silver-haired boy who had fallen asleep.

The night is long, but the intervals between events are short.

The two, one human and one dragon, stared at each other, as if engaging in a silent communication.

Suddenly, one of them made the first move.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief lunged forward, ignoring the sheep that had been flung away, and roared defiantly.

Imond was stunned for a moment, then quickly got up from the ground, accelerating step by step, and pounced on the ugly wild dragon without any hesitation.

Da...da da da...

The boy's figure was somewhat thin, and he was not tall enough.

Under the bright moonlight, his shadow stretched longer and longer as he ran, gradually becoming a towering giant.

The sheep thief remained unmoved, only opening his mouth to gather dragon flames as the silver-haired boy ran in front of him.

"No! I don't want dragonfire!"

Imond stood before the hideous dragon, casting aside all cowardice and concern, and bravely shouted with one hand outstretched.

"Gah?"

The sheep thief let out a low growl, and the brown dragon flames deep in his throat truly subsided.

Then, seeing the silver-haired boy trying to approach, it increased the brightness of the brown dragon flames again.

"calm!"

Imond failed in his first attempt, but he did not give up and continued to try.

This time, the sheep thief closed the dragon's mouth. "Haha."

Overjoyed, Imond boldly approached the ugly dragon and climbed onto its back, stepping on the rough, horny skin on its neck.

There was no saddle, and no safety chain.

Some only have rough, calloused skin that hurts your bottom, and dense, prickly thorns.

Imond climbed to the junction of the dragon's neck and back, straddled it, and gripped the mud-covered thorns with both hands.

"Roar!"

The sheep thief turned the dragon's head, his beady vertical pupils devoid of any other color, filled with scrutiny.

"Flying, sheep thief!"

Imond took a deep breath and shouted.

Rumbling--

The sheep thief turned back to the dragon's head, his massive body slowly moving, taking two running starts on the gravelly grass, then flapping his wings and taking off.

"what!!"

Imond felt weightless and grabbed onto the thorns, screaming wildly.

"Roar!……"

The sheep thief was fast; he plunged into the clouds where the moonlight couldn't reach, emitting his signature hoarse cries as he flew.

For a moment, only the coordinated roars of a man and a dragon could be heard in the night sky.

……

River Valley City.

As Imon returned under the cover of night, two guards ran up to him.

"Your Majesty, Prince Imond has not yet returned."

"I know."

"And one more thing."

"explain."

The guard hesitated before reporting, "Prince Imond returned midway, injured Prince Jaeheris, and then ran away."

"Ok?"

Imon stopped in his tracks.

The guard was startled and quickly explained what had happened.

Upon hearing this, Imon's face fell longer than a loaf of bread.

Is this kid crazy?

She specifically came back and kicked my son, snatched the snacks her nephew and niece had bought with their saved allowance, and then ran out again.

The game is so abstract.

Is it because I've reached a certain age that my bloodline automatically awakens?

Is it starting to develop in the direction of Damon?

"What is Gonsor doing? The man has already reached the city gate, and you still can't catch him?"

Imon didn't understand, but he was very angry.

"Sir Gonzalo has already sent more men."

The guard whispered.

Imon rubbed his forehead and continued walking back, not wanting to think about the mess.

Let your subordinates handle it.

Following the Rune Guardians and members of the Guardian Squad who took up important positions, Gunzor Royce, who had initially followed him, chose to remain in the Valley.

While governing the Black Rose Hall fiefdom, he also served as the commander of the capital city garrison in River Valley Town.

We are your own people, so you can use them with confidence.

Having crossed the Hall of Abundance, Imont stopped in the Hall of Midsummer.

In the white marble-paved forecourt, Aegon, his eyes bloodshot, was embracing Yang Yan's dragon kiss and cursing loudly.

"Damn wild dragon, it injured my Yangyan!"

The golden scales on the dragon's head were all burned black, and there was a large, bloody gash on its neck.

"Hiss!~"

Yang Yan curled up on the ground, while Long Wen kept snuggling into the rider's arms, squeezing out a low, aggrieved groan from deep in his throat.

It looks just like a golden retriever that has been bullied and is going home to complain.

"Where is your dragon's dignity?"

Imon's eyelids twitched.

"Imon, look what you've done!"

Then, Aegon jumped out, pointing at Aemon indignantly.

"What's it to me?"

Imon frowned.

Aegon wiped his nose and yelled, "It's all your fault for letting the wild dragon in; that's why Yangyan got bitten."

Aemon: ...

I think you deserve a beating.

Aemon rolled his eyes and ignored Aegon and Sunfire as he walked back.

We shouldn't play with idiots.

Aegon stood there, somewhat at a loss.

He thought he saw a hint of pity and sympathy in his cousin's eyes.

What do you mean?
"Renera, come quick!"

Upon entering the Summer Hall, Aemon immediately found Renilla and brought out the young dragon Blackfire.

"A young dragon?"

Renilla's almond-shaped eyes widened, and she jumped up in surprise.

No wonder they say you can't sleep in the same bed with two different kinds of people.

The moment Renella saw the baby dragon, her first thought was that her family's dragon roster had finally reached 20.

Lana and the children were also there, and they all gathered around to look at the baby dragon.

Jahelis, mixed in with the others, clutched his backside and wanted to complain to his father.

As soon as he got close, Imon reached out and pulled him aside.

Trying to get closer, she was grabbed by the hair by the fierce Benedictine and dragged to the very back of the group.

That useless brother is just lame.

"Hiss!"

The young dragon Blackfire was awakened by the noise and looked in a panic at the group of silver-haired little devils that suddenly appeared. It spread its wings and pretended to be fierce.

"Not bad, you're quite bold."

Lannar smiled and fed the young dragon a piece of roasted mutton.

The young dragon swallowed the black fire in one gulp and continued to breathe on the children in a show of defiance.

boom--

Suddenly, a gust of wind howled outside the hall, and the candlelight on the windowsill flickered slightly.

Then came Aegon's scream.

"Is it your maternal uncle?"

Jaheris popped out.

Imon's nostrils twitched slightly as he caught a whiff of an unfamiliar, muttony, dragon-like stench.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

He handed the baby dragon over to the dragon tamers who had rushed over upon hearing the news, and quickly rushed out of the Summer Hall.

"Hiss!"

At this moment, the sheep thief landed in the front yard, looking around as if surveying his territory.

With a "bang," Imond leaped off the dragon's back, his bowed legs, which had been spread wide for so long, giving him an arrogant and domineering gait.

Her long, silver-gold hair was disheveled, but her face was glowing red.

They practically have pride written all over their foreheads.

"You've tamed this ugly monster!?"

Aegon, full of menace, approached the victorious Aemond.

"It's obvious."

As he walked, Imond swayed his shoulders and looked up, saying, "But it's not called Ugly Monster, it's called Sheep Thief, the most powerful wild dragon in Westeros."

After the fall of the "King of Wild Dragons," the Glutton, the Sheep Thief is indeed the strongest.

"You think an ugly monster gave you courage?"

"Igor said angrily."

"You want to try?"

Imond tilted his head to look at Yang Yan, his tone not without provocation: "But judging from your appearance, Yang Yan, it seems your injuries haven't healed yet."

He witnessed firsthand how the sheep thief utterly thrashed Yang Yan.

The dragon and its rider are equals.

Therefore,
Poor Aegon, his offense and defense have been reversed.

"You bastard, you knew all along!"

Enraged, Aegon swung his fist and attacked.

Just then, Aemon stepped out and shouted, "Stop, Aegon!"

Aegon ignored him and punched even harder.

"You still dare to look down on me?"

Aymond's eyes hardened, he dodged Aegon's punch by sidestepping it, grabbed his arm and delivered a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw.

With a thud, Aegon fell so hard he was dizzy and almost passed out.

"Aegon, that's all you're good at."

Imond, his eyes gleaming with smugness, scoffed mercilessly, "Coward."