Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 376 A wonderful fate

Climbing anywhere is climbing.

Under the blazing midday sun, Viserys huffed and puffed, half-voluntarily climbing a small portion of Dragon Mountain.

Roughly to the edge of the mountainside...

"This is something no human being would do."

Viserys found a rock and plopped down on it, wiping the sweat from his brow and grumbling, "That brat, he's definitely messing with me on purpose."

When has the wise and brave young king ever been treated so badly?

Look up.

By this time, Imon had already disappeared from sight.

"We've reached the summit?" Viserys exclaimed in surprise, cursing under his breath how physically fit the young man was.

Go back twenty or thirty years...

He can do it too!
Kaka~~
Suddenly, a slight tremor came from my arms, as if something had broken off.

Viserys was taken aback at first, then lowered his head in suspicion.

The bright silver oval dragon egg in his arms seemed to come alive, moving slightly to the left and right, and a forked crack appeared at the top of the eggshell.

"It's about to hatch!?"

His Majesty the King was startled and at a loss for what to do.

He was a Targaryen, and also a dragon rider.

But that was many years ago.

The hatchlings of dragons have only ever been seen in children.

To have a widowed, over-fifty-year-old dragon rider deliver a baby dragon is truly... truly...

Kaka~~
The dragon egg gave him no time to think; it cracked rapidly, covering most of the egg in the blink of an eye.

Viserys' expression turned serious as he took a deep breath: "Let's go!"

The dragon egg was able to hatch in his arms, indicating a connection between the two parties.

What else is there to say?

Click! !

The dragon egg cracked open completely, revealing a small, round, white dragon head. Its skin, covered with fine scales, was coated with a layer of sticky egg liquid, obscuring its half-open, fragmented golden vertical pupils.

Viserys held his breath and didn't disturb the little guy.

"Hiss!"

A moment later, the baby dragon, covered in sticky egg liquid, raised its head and let out a sharp yet loud hiss.

It is healthy.

Its entire body is covered in silver scales. Because it has just hatched, its color is slightly grayish-white, but it gradually returns to a bright silver as it is exposed to the air.

At first glance, it shines like stars in the night sky.

Viserys was drawn to the little creature's appearance and tentatively reached out to stroke the young dragon's back.

The smooth back of its neck indicates that it has no dorsal scales.

However, with a pair of tender, pointed horns on its head, it can be predicted that it will become a pair of majestic horned crowns when it grows up.

The wing membrane is silver, just like the mother dragon's silver wings.

Its body is slightly slender, with a long neck and tail, leaning towards a well-proportioned and slender body like Yangyan.

"A silver dragon."

Viserys hesitated for a moment, then said strangely, "Golden vertical pupils, silver scales, very similar to Mirasis and Silver Snap."

Mirasis was a magnificent and beautiful golden-eyed silver dragon.

Just by hearing the name, one can tell what Silver Flash looks like.

Considering that the mother of the young dragon is the wild dragon Greyshadow, and based on Greyshadow's light gray-white scales, it is reasonable to speculate that its mother may be Mirasis.

Silver was very young and had no record of laying eggs before its demise.

Since the theft of the Dreamfire Dragon Egg during the reign of Jaehaerys, the Targaryens have maintained extremely strict control over dragons and their eggs.

Every dragon hatchling from the eggs laid by the family's giant dragon has a clear record.

Wild dragons without records are lucky ones that hatched on their own in the Dragon Mountain, having been left behind by dragon tamers who had never found them.

The glutton and the sheep thief were too old to be easily identified.

The young dragon, Gray Shadow, had only recently come of age and there were no detailed records of him. It was highly likely that he was not a descendant of Dreamfire or Silverwing, so it wouldn't be surprising if the dragon mother was Miracis.

"The poor little guy hatched in my old man's hands."

As he looked at him and thought about it, Viserys felt a pang of tenderness.

"Hiss!"

The silver dragon raised its head and let out a majestic roar, narrowly missing the hand that reached out to touch it.

Viserys's expression changed, and he almost threw the baby dragon out.

Sure enough, the young dragons naturally become closer to whoever they were born in.

Ungrateful wretch! Humph!

the other side.

Imon climbed to the top of Dragon Mountain and looked down at the huge rift valley inside the mountain, seeing the dark rock walls and smelling the putrid odor of dragon dung.

This isn't the first or second time he's come here.

In the past, they often came to Longshan to look for dragon eggs.

In Syracuse, for example, dragon eggs are laid on demand, and a lump of black, sticky incubation embryo is left at the bottom of Dragon Mountain.

However, this time, he wasn't looking for the dragon egg.

"Silverwing isn't here either."

Amon looked left and right, and in the blink of an eye, his vision changed, his eyes blurred, and tiny pale red dots of light appeared out of thin air.

The quantity was very small; it wasn't even enough to make a single bowl of rice.

The concentration of these particles in the air also varies, with the thinnest concentration at the top of Longshan Mountain, where there are only one or two at a time, like fireflies in the night sky.

The deeper one goes into the fissures and canyons inside Longshan, the more numerous the points of light become.

At the bottom of the canyon, it resembled wisps of pale red mist, radiating a hazy, fiery red glow.

That is the fire magic power hidden in Longshan.

Imon shook his head and said, "It's still too thin."

He conducted detailed surveys of the three known volcanoes and a volcanic ridge, comparing them with other landforms.

Take Wang Ling as an example.

The concentration of fire magic in the air is so high that you can detect a single grain of fire magic even after walking several hundred meters.

It's the same as not having anything.

Of the three volcanoes, the first volcano is undoubtedly the most volcanic in terms of volcanic activity.

Outside, wisps of thin fire magic drifted, while inside the fire peak, a misty haze swirled, resembling a fiery, babbling stream.

In comparison.

The solitary mountain remains stagnant, and the depths of Dragon Valley contain a considerable amount of fire magic, but it does not dissipate outwards, causing minimal change to the environment. It is suitable for dragons to inhabit, but that's about it.

The dragon mountain is scattered and does not condense; the fire magic power is constantly overflowing, but the core is barely usable and even at risk of being depleted.

"But it's much better now."

Imon narrowed his eyes slightly, comparing the intensity of the fire magic to what he remembered.

Before the appearance of Lonely Mountain and First Fire Peak, the fire magic power of Dragon Mountain was extremely weak, and it looked like it was about to go bankrupt at any time.

It's pretty good now.

However! Compared to the upward trend of fire magic a few years ago, the three volcanoes are now stagnant, as if they have hit a bottleneck.

After a moment of silent contemplation, Imon took out the [Flame Hammer] from his spatial ring.

A severe cold snap is coming!

At the end of 129 AC in history, shortly after the Dance of the Dragons broke out, a historically significant winter swept across the continent of Westeros.

Many people died in the cold winter.

What impressed him most were the heartbroken Allison and the atonement Tylan…

They were all infected with the cold and swept into the dust of history.

"Through years of working overtime to build granaries, the royal family has stockpiled countless grains."

It was enough to sustain nearly a million Junlin people through a severe cold spell that lasted for several years.

Why nearly a million? Wasn't it 500,000 before?
Because Aemon implemented new reforms in King's Landing, encouraging agriculture, increasing trade, and absorbing Valerian immigrants from across the fjord.

In King's Landing today, you can see Valyrians with silver hair and purple eyes everywhere on the streets.

There were also Valerian nobles.

The Hein family under his command, led by Torero Hein, is a rising star in the royal domain.

This gave Immon and the royal family great confidence and assurance.

People of the same bloodline naturally feel a sense of kinship.

The cunning Andals, the rigid descendants of the First Men, were not as reassuring to the Targaryens as the Valyrians.

Imon's successful immigration policy was also the product of a political victory after a showdown with the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms.

Otherwise, who would allow a new human species to emerge and squeeze out living space?
"We need to excavate the fourth volcano!"

Aemon narrowed his eyes slightly and gripped the [Flame Hammer] in his hand tightly.

He also forgot Aegon the Conqueror's prophecy of "A Song of Ice and Fire".

Ice and fire, light and cold, smoke and sea…

They are all opposing forces.

Dragons perished in large numbers, and a great cold wind swept across the continent.

A great cold snap occurred, and the dragons were completely wiped out.

There is no causal relationship between the two, but there is a necessary connection.

Similarly, with the increase in the number of volcanoes and the rise in the concentration of fire magic, the strong winds and cold should be weakened.

Today, the family remains united.

When the cold winds arrive, the dragons of the family hide in the volcanoes to hibernate and safely pass through the winter.

Winter passes, and summer follows.

The number of dragons will explode!
"The location has already been chosen. Once we return to King's Landing, we'll begin excavating the fourth volcano."

Imon already had an idea.

No one can stop him from protecting his family and the dragon.

The Baratheon family of Storm's End dared to cause trouble, so they should be used as a warning to others.

It would be best to pack up the Lannisters and some Dornish nobles and take them with you.

When the great wind and cold arrive, the seven kingdoms will be more secure.

After the severe cold spell passed, the royal family was able to consolidate power more effectively.

……

"Stop yelling, Starlight, shut up!"
Viserys, his face grim, paced anxiously in circles.

"Hiss! Hiss!"

The silver dragon "Starlight" was abandoned on the ground, its shattered golden vertical pupils fixed on the person in front of it, and it opened its mouth to let out a sharp roar.

It's hungry!!!
There's no such thing as hatchling dragons that aren't fed.

Viserys was extremely distressed and said with a wry smile, "What do I have to give you to eat?"

The brat didn't come down the mountain; he couldn't walk alone.

We can only give the baby dragon a name for now to get by.

Miracis; the ancient Valyrian god of wisdom.

Shining Silver is a typical example of a name that is based on its appearance.

The newborn little ones are silver in color, like stars in the night sky, twinkling with a faint light.

That's why it's called "Starlight".

"Hiss!"

The young dragon, Starlight, was still hissing.

Viserys's fleeting sense of pride vanished instantly, his brow furrowed deeply, and he felt as if he were about to go deaf.

"Hiss!!"

The next second, a dragon's roar, amplified countless times, resounded through the sky, accompanied by howling winds.

"Ok?"

Viserys was startled by the sound and looked down to confirm that it wasn't the young dragon Starlight who was behind it.

Starlight: ...

The little guy had already hidden behind an inconspicuous big rock, curled up and trembling.

"This……"

Viserys realized something was terribly wrong.

boom--

The sky suddenly darkened, and a stench of sulfur and dragon odor swept over everything, as if one were in the depths of a dragon's lair.

But Viserys didn't panic.

He is the king!

"what?"

Looking up, a scarlet hue appeared even more alluring under the sunlight, like a blood-red color devouring the sky.

Viserys shifted his gaze, and the scarlet wing membrane turned into deep, jet-black scales, followed by a pair of cold, vertical pupils.

That's a dragon!

"Hiss!!"

(End of this chapter)