Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 53: "Bronze Fury" - Vermithor (Dragon Training)
Soon, Imon found a large cave covered with vines based on the scene in his dream.

There is no reason.

A faint sense of familiarity, coupled with a hint of inexplicable fear.

"Squeak."

The golden-nosed rat crawled out of the satchel, sniffing around with its golden nose.

Yimon put it on the ground, took off the shoulder bag, bent down and said, "Go ahead and wait for me to come out."

Taming a dragon is too dangerous, there is no need to bring this little thing along.

"Squeak?"

The golden-nosed rat was unwilling and pushed its head hard into its owner's palm.

How could rats be so afraid of death?

"Be obedient, and the dragon flame will roast you."

Yimeng's eyebrows were gentle, and he pushed it: "Hurry up and take my precious bag with you."

"Squeak~"

The golden-nosed rat was reluctant to leave, so it picked up the strap of the bag with its little mouth and ran away, looking back every few steps.

Aemon smiled and watched the little thing slip away.

He was not 100% sure about taming the dragon.

Dragons are dangerous, especially those with an aggressive temperament.

According to the family's dragon training history, most of them completed it in their teens, and a few even completed it in adulthood.

For example, his uncle Viserys and his father Daemon.

As descendants of "Brave Baeron", the two brothers both started training dragons after the age of twenty.

Dad Daemon tamed the "bloodworm" Korakshuu even later, in 105AC, when he was already 24 years old.

In this respect, only "Cruel Maegor" can be compared.

"Cheer up, don't lose face!"

Yimon patted his cheeks, looking more serious than ever before.

Then, he strode into the cave.

Click!

Lighting a spare torch, Aemon squinted slightly to adapt to the darkness.

I took a few steps and the gravel rolled under my feet.

Aemon looked around and found that the inside and outside of the cave had changed greatly.

A naturally formed cave with milky white stalactites hanging overhead.

Against the backdrop of the flames, a hazy halo was reflected.

It's a different world.

"He's going in, stop him!"

Suddenly, the urgent shouts of an old dragon tamer were heard outside the cave.

Aemon turned his head suddenly and saw several flames flickering at the entrance of the cave.

No more waiting.

Aemon's eyes flashed and he rushed deeper into the cave.

There were footsteps and the low cries of an old dragon tamer behind him.

"There are two ownerless dragons sleeping in the cave. Don't wake them up rashly!"

But no one will listen.

In a short while, the little figure had disappeared into the darkness.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Deep in the cave.

As Aemon sped along, he noticed that the environment began to change.

The naturally formed cave walls showed signs of artificial excavation, and the ground turned into thick, hard stone slabs.

Correspondingly, the temperature rises rapidly.

Yimon ran for more than ten meters, sweating profusely and breathing heavily.

It doesn't feel like a cave, but more like an underground fire vein close to Dragon Mountain.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned a wide fork in the road.

Suddenly, the space became clear.

The stalactites on the top of the cave disappeared, leaving behind an empty, deep cave.

The stone slabs under your feet extend forward and expand into a platform at the bottom of the cave.

"here it is?"

Aemon paused, feeling inexplicably familiar.

Looking left and right, there is a row of sturdy stone pillars standing along the entrance of the platform.

It has some of the same style as the stone wall inlaid with a natural furnace in the dream.

It is solemn and dignified, which makes people feel depressed.

Aemon's mind raced, realizing that this was the end.

"Well, time to try and wake the dragon."

Menghuo learned the method of awakening him that time.

Aemon cleared his throat, mustered his courage, and slowly stepped forward, singing in Valyrian:

"Breathe fire and ride on wings."

"Two heads stand side by side, singing to the three."

"By my voice, the words of fire."

The voice was clear and childlike, and the melody was soft and melodious, echoing in the dark cave.

Aemon hummed as he walked to the edge of the platform.

This is the "Dragon Song" that awakens the dragon, using High Valyria to communicate with the dragon and establish a spiritual connection.

"Blood magic, the sacrifice has been paid."

Aemon bent down, lowered the conspicuous torch, and kept his eye on the darkness.

Hey!
The torch fell to the ground, making a noise different from the childish humming.

At this moment, there was a slight warm breeze in the air, and a huge pressure swept over my body, and I felt like a disaster was about to happen.

Aemon stiffened, realizing the test was coming.

Faintly, darkness surged quietly, and a vague outline seemed to emerge.

Through the faint firelight, a bright copper halo was reflected.

"Words of fire, supplemented by bright eyes."

Aemon suppressed his uneasiness and didn't look away.

boom--

Suddenly, a huge dragon head rose from the ground, its huge mouth covered with fangs opened, and a sticky copper flame spurted into the sky.

It was as if the hot magma surging underground suddenly erupted.

Aemon's breath caught and his eyes widened.

That bright copper flame was exactly the great terror in the dream.

With the flames shooting up into the sky, the rocks above were burning red hot, and the cave was as bright as day.

Finally saw everything clearly.

A huge dragon covered with bronze scales was crawling under the platform, and at this moment, a dragon head with a sharp horn crown appeared.

The huge dragon's mouth covered with bronze scales continuously poured out bright bronze dragon flames.

It's like venting the rage in my heart that has been suppressed for a long time.

Aemon had a dazed expression, his purple eyes reflecting the entire appearance of the dragon.

There was only one thought in his mind.

The natural furnace in the dream is clearly the dragon's kiss of the giant dragon in front of me.

The surging copper liquid that engulfed him several times was actually a bright copper dragon flame that looked like magma.

"Roar!!"

The huge bronze dragon roared to the sky, then slowly lowered its head, and its pair of bright bronze vertical pupils stared at the silver-haired boy on the platform.

Aemon was lost in thought, and he sang instinctively: "Destined to fly, free and beautiful."

He recognized the giant beast before him.

Wormithor, also known as the "Bronze Fury", is the largest and perhaps the most ferocious adult dragon in the world besides Vhagar.

Womisol shook his head slightly, approached the dazed silver-haired boy, and revealed a mouthful of sharp fangs.

It seems like a warning, but also like a revelation of one's true nature.

Aemon's heart was pounding and he couldn't help but smile.

Opposite him was the most special dragon he had ever seen.

That mouth full of messy fangs was different from any other dragon with neat teeth.

The upper jaw of the dragon's mouth, which was covered with bronze scales, had a downward slanting scar.

Beneath his extremely majestic appearance, he displays an arrogant and domineering attitude that looks down on everyone.

"so perfect."

Aemon fell in love at first sight, and facing the giant beast with bared fangs, he forgot what fear was for a moment.

This is the kind of dragon a Targaryen should ride.

Suddenly, there was a noise behind.

The dragon handlers and guards all came running and stood at the entrance of the platform.

"No!"

The old dragon tamer was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost fell down.

The prince actually woke up Wormisol.

This is the worst possible outcome.

In the smoking cave of Dragon Mountain, two ownerless dragon companions sleep.

Wormisol has a violent temper and shows no mercy to anyone who disturbs him.

And it protected its mate very well, keeping the gentle dragon deeper in the cave.

If anyone offends them, they will encounter dragon flames at the first moment.

"Prince!"

Eric came hurriedly, his black robe disheveled.

The other side had more people and more power, so he couldn't stop them.

"Roar!"

Womisol's pupils suddenly shrank, his fangs stood upright, and a pair of broad wings were placed on the platform.

Seeing this, Aemon suddenly came to his senses, turned around and shouted: "Sir, get out of the way!"

Ilic was startled when he heard this, and quickly fell to the ground following the order.

When the others saw this, they were all dumbfounded.

Aemon didn't mind his own business and dodged.

he knows.

These people have angered the dragon and are about to pay the price.

"Hiss-"

With a roar, Womisol opened his mouth and spewed out a blazing copper dragon flame.

"Lie down!"

The old dragon trainer was very experienced and held one of his assistants down on the ground.

next second.

Rumble!
The bright bronze dragon flame sprayed at the entrance of the cave above his head, and the hard stone quickly melted, turning into pools of magma dripping with dragon flame.

Several guards did not obey the order and stood there stupidly.

The magma fell off one after another, smashing them to the ground and burning them and their armor into ashes.

"what!!"

A young dragon keeper who was chasing aggressively failed to dodge in time and was hit on the shoulder by a pool of lava, causing him to let out a shrill scream instantly.

Amid the painful howls, his chest burned empty.

(End of this chapter)