Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 54: True Dragons Are Not Afraid of Fire! (Dragon Taming)

Womisoer's pupils were cold and indifferent, as if he was crushing a few tiny insects to death.

Imon opened his mouth slightly, having an intuitive feeling of its power.

"Roar!"

Womisol shook his head, growled at the silver-haired boy, and retreated back under the platform.

But it doesn't want to go back to sleep.

Aemon looked around and noticed that there was a second natural entrance deeper in the cave, leading directly outside Dragon Mountain.

That is the passage through which the dragon enters and exits.

Womisol turned his body, supported himself with his wings on the ground, kicked up dust, and crawled towards the cave entrance.

It's going out to find food.

"No, I haven't started yet."

Imon thought quickly and ran to the edge of the platform.

The elder of Longxue said so.

Feeding the dragon will make it easier to tame it.

If you fail to tame a dragon once, it will be difficult to get a second chance.

“You can never let go.”

Aemon's mind was firm, his chest rising and falling violently as he prepared himself.

He is going to tame a dragon tonight.

It's the only one!

Womisol turned completely around, sweeping his thick dragon tail across the platform, mercilessly choosing to ignore it.

It has no interest in recognizing its master.

As a masterless dragon, he would rather wait for a powerful warrior than a weak cub that craves power.

The weak are not worthy to touch it.

It was this cold attitude that really stimulated Imon's competitive spirit.

"Look at me straight, Vermithor!"

He took a step forward and his shout echoed through the cave.

Womisoel snorted heavily and ignored him.

"You can't escape."

Aemon's eyes were bright and he had made up his mind.

I looked down at the height of the platform, which was slightly higher than the broad dragon's back.

"I am coming!"

Aemon gritted his teeth, stepped on the edge of the platform and jumped.

The small body leaped into the air, drawing a not-so-smooth parabola.

The feeling of weightlessness came over me and my hands and feet went numb.

boom!
He fell heavily on the back covered with bronze scales, bounced twice and almost slipped down the dragon's tail.

"I got you."

Aemon groaned in pain and clasped the gaps between the scales with his small hands.

It was a free fall from several meters high. Thanks to the enhancement of [Solid as a Rock], otherwise I would have been smashed into a meat patty.

"Hiss-"

Womisol suddenly turned his head, stared at the little thing on his back with his bronze pupils, and cruelly opened his dragon mouth.

Aemon looked up and saw the fire building in the depths of his throat.

"No! No Dragon Flame!"

He spoke High Valyrian, commanding the dragon to retract its flames.

When Womisol heard the shout, a hint of reminiscence flashed across his bronze-bright pupils, and he really closed his dragon mouth.

The long and thick neck turned back and continued to crawl towards the cave.

It smelled a familiar scent, the same as that of its previous owner, and they had a faint blood connection.

If it were someone else, he would have turned into charcoal long ago.

The attack did not come, and Aemon's heart was pounding, but his mind was still clear.

He was at the end of the dragon's back, enduring the severe pain in his hands and feet, and staggered to the center of the back.

If you can ride on a dragon's back without being attacked, you are already halfway to success.

As long as he can control the flight, the dragon will be his.

……

Outside Longshan.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and a layer of silver frost covered the earth.

"Hiss-"

Suddenly, a roar as loud as thunder was heard, resounding through the silent night sky.

A huge creature with bronze scales all over its body and brown wing membranes stood above Longshan Mountain and dived down with the help of inertia.

In an instant, a strong wind was howling.

Aemon lay on the dragon's back, his silver hair and black robes fluttering.

My face was shaking from the wind and I couldn't open my eyes at all.

Regardless, Womisol fell halfway up the mountain, spreading a pair of broad brown wings.

In an instant, the wind swelled violently.

"what!!"

Aemon was terrified and couldn't help but scream.

No wonder he shouted.

Just now, the giant dragon beneath him soared into the air, allowing him to experience what it felt like to be truly weightless.

Womisol flapped his wings and flew high into the sky, showing off his strong physique.

"fly!"

Aemon closed his eyes and screamed, making the storm worse.

The facts turned out to be as he wished.

Womisol is huge in size and a little clumsy when crawling, but it shows its strength when it flies.

With a slight flap of its wings, it soared a hundred meters away.

Its speed is as fast as any dragon.

Aemon gritted his teeth, but the harsh conditions made it difficult for him to hold on.

Womisol is a masterless dragon that has been sleeping in Dragon Mountain for more than several years.

During this time, it will burn the dragon saddle on its back, without the normal dragon riding equipment.

Its bronze scales were thick and smooth, and its neck and tail had no dorsal scales, not even a place to hold onto.

"Vomisol, fly!"

Aemon's hands felt stinging and he mustered up all his strength to shout.

The giant dragon flew higher and higher, as if it was about to reach the moon.

Aemon couldn't bear it any longer and opened his eyes with difficulty, only to see a pair of little hands covered in blood.

His two hands clasped the bronze scales tightly, but his fingertips had already been torn apart by the wind pressure.

This still has the effect of being [solid as a rock], otherwise my fingers would be broken.

boom!
Womisol flapped his wings again and soared high over the majestic Dragon Mountain.

Aemon's fingertips were clasping the scales, his entire body suspended in the air, swaying in the wind like a straw.

This can't happen, he will die.

Imon's brain froze for a moment, and many self-rescue strategies flooded his mind.

At the critical moment.

His right hand suddenly loosened, and the dragon claw dagger slipped out of his sleeve and was clenched in his palm.

Bang!

Aemon swung the dagger, and the curved tip pierced the gap between the scales and got stuck there.

Suddenly, the feeling of weightlessness eased.

Aemon followed suit, sliding the dragon tooth dagger out from the sleeve of his left hand and stabbing it into the gap between the scales again.

The two daggers were like the handles of a dragon saddle, giving him a foothold.

"Hiss-"

Womisoel roared, the pain on his back enraged him, and his body stopped diving and started soaring.

Finally, Aemon fell from his suspended position and his belly hit the dragon's back.

"Huhu, I'm not dead yet."

Aemon was panting and quickly adjusted his position to make himself sit as high as possible.

He really suffered a great loss.

It would be fatal for a dragon to have no saddle.

Womithor continued to soar, its ferocious dragon head breaking through the wind resistance like a siege vehicle.

But it is larger than a siege engine.

Aemon settled himself on the dragon's back, taking a moment to survey the entire dragon.

The dragon's horns are ferocious and dark keratinous, covering the entire dragon's jaw to the back of the head with a layer of thorn-like barbs.

The bronze scales are extremely thick and as hard as steel plates.

These are all talents born for defense.

A pair of broad brown wings, which are twice as big as the body, create strong winds every time they flap.

And its size.

Imon took a rough look and found that it was at least eighty meters from beginning to end.

When flying in the air, its body blocks the moonlight, covering the sky and the earth.

"Hiss-"

Womisol didn't give him more chances to get familiar with the situation. He slightly tilted his wings, turned around and flew.

Aemon gritted his teeth secretly and held the dagger tightly.

"Quack quack..."

A flock of seabirds suddenly flew over and crashed into me.

Imon was frightened and lay down to avoid these stupid birds.

boom!
Womisol flew high enough, and his huge body bypassed Longshan and actually made a dive with his head down.

Aemon's body tensed, the feeling of weightlessness coming over him again.

"fly!"

Even though his whole body was in unbearable pain, he still refused to admit defeat.

Only when the dragon obeys your commands can it be considered tamed successfully.

"Hiss!"

Womisol dived to the lowest point, its belly scraping past the rocky hillside, and its thick dragon tail smashed large rocks.

It didn't give up and soared into the sky.

Aemon's brain gradually became numb, and a trace of anger emerged in his heart. He continued to shout: "Fly, Wormithor!"

People choose dragons, dragons choose their masters.

He had no way out and could only go all the way to the end.

Womisol rushed high into the sky, his bronze vertical pupils flashed coldly, and a torrent of heat surged in his chest.

It seemed that he was infected by the little thing's spirit and was about to say his final farewell.

boom!
The huge dragon's mouth opened, and bronze dragon flames spewed out, turning into a waterfall of fire.

The high temperature burns away the air, forming a small vacuum area.

Aemon looked up and saw the dragon flames, and the fear of the rolling copper water surged into his heart, and his heart seemed to stop beating.

next moment.

Adrenaline floods the gates, and the will to survive drives away fear.

It's just a psychological trauma. He died so many times in his dreams, but he was never really killed.

In that case, let him break it.

Imon trembled all over, his unyielding spirit burst out, and he growled, "Come on!"

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