Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 55: Successful Control (Dragon Taming)

With his pupils vertical and indifferent, Womisol rushed straight into the bronze dragon flame, which then engulfed his entire body.

Aemon would not sit still and wait for death, and thought of the only way to save himself.

Call up the [Magic Essence Panel], and the card panel is filled with three useless cards, two green and one blue.

At this moment, Long Yan rushed in front of him.

Aemon remained calm and counted his breaths silently.

In a flash, it was midnight and the card panel was refreshed.

hum!
The three cards were spinning wildly, and white mist was surging.

When the brilliant light takes shape, it transforms into three new cards.

Aemon didn't hesitate at all and turned over all the cards three times in a row.

One white and two blue, the sky-like blue is better than green.

1. [Constitution +1]: Safe and harmless way to strengthen your body.

2. [Sapphire Amulet]: Provides three magic shields to resist three high-level magic attacks.

3. [Solid as a rock]: Bones are hardened like stone.

Bo! Bo! Bo!
Imon's thoughts were stretched as tight as a string, and in an instant, the three cards were connected, activating their special effects one after another.

The white card shattered in an instant, turning into a milky white halo that rushed into the chest.

Two blue cards were cut in the middle, and a water-blue halo fell on the chest, condensing into a silver necklace inlaid with sapphires.

A deep blue halo penetrates into the heart, pumping blood with every beat, flowing deep into the bone marrow, strengthening bone density and cleansing impurities in the marrow fluid.

The moment the halo disappears, the bones of the whole body undergo earth-shaking changes, and the blood flows throughout the body, subtly strengthening the hair, hair follicles, internal organs, etc.

Shape the tiny body into a hard stone.

boom!
Before Aemon could feel any extra emotions, the bright bronze dragon flame rushed towards him, swallowing him up like a surging wave without leaving an inch behind.

So hot!

Burning like hell!

In an instant, this thought appeared in Aemon's mind, and every part of his body was in pain.

hum!
The sapphire amulet on his chest activated, releasing a water-blue full-body shield that enveloped him completely.

Womisol was extremely fast, and its ferocious dragon head rushed out of the dragon flame, lowering its head downward as if to dive.

Coincidentally, a bright moon rose into the sky and hung in the center of the night sky.

Snapped!
A water-blue halo flickered in the bronze dragon flame, lasting for a second and a half, like a shattered mirror, before transforming into specks of light that were blown away by the wind.

Aemon was at the edge of the dragon flame, and the terrifying high temperature came again.

Sapphire Talisman is on cooldown and no longer provides shield.

Aemon's heart seemed to stop, his black robe and clothes were instantly burned to ashes, and his skin was shocked.

"fly!!"

At the moment of life and death, a surge of madness arose in Aemon's heart, and he opened his arms wide in his small body.

If there is no escape, then embrace death.

“Hiss—”

Womisol roared passionately, and swooped down with his huge body, completely breaking away from the coverage of the bronze dragon flame.

At this moment, it seemed as if it had been baptized.

The vertical pupils sparkled with divine light, the bronze scales glowed with metallic luster, and the whole dragon looked like a work of art made of bronze.

flame!

It also brings him strength.

However, the world suddenly became quiet.

One second, two seconds...

This continued for several breaths, the only sound remaining besides the nighttime sea breeze was the dragon's heavy breathing.

A trace of gloom flashed across Womisol's vertical pupils, and he did not hear the childish voice full of ambition.

The wings flapped, preparing to leave the island.

"Fly, Vermithor!"

Suddenly, the familiar voice came again, with a wildness that made my blood boil.

Womisol's pupils suddenly shrank, and he turned his head slightly to look back at the back.

The silver-haired boy on the dragon's back climbed up again, held his head high and chest out facing the moonlight, raising one arm high.

He is still alive!

"Haha, you can't kill me!"

Aemon laughed loudly, showing his satisfaction at surviving the disaster.

During the last period of time immersed in the dragon flame, he chose to put everything aside and withstand the high temperature that distorted the air.

The panel automatically appears.

Aemon Targaryen

Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragon King of Ancient Valyria (33%) Skills: Riding (mastery), Archery (great accomplishment), Sleight of Hand (skilled)...

Magic Cards: Solid as a Rock - Intermediate (Purple), King's Temperament (Purple)
Equipment: Dual Valyrian Daggers, Sapphire Amulet (2/3)

Pets: Golden-nosed Rat (blue), White Deer (auspicious animal)

Comment: "A pure-blooded dragon king of old Valyria, born of blood and fire."

Aemon glanced at the [Bloodline Column] and flipped over the card panel.

All three cards disappeared and turned into a supreme and precious red card.

[God-given Bronze]: "It contains a large copper vein. You can designate a mountain to realize it."

But what really catches the eye are the numbers next to the golden hourglass.

[Number of essences: 1002]

Aemon couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and joy filled his heart.

When touching Womithor, blood purity is increased by 5% and 100 essence points are provided.

To fight Dragon's Flame, redeem three cards.

The prices are: 10, 150, and 300 respectively.

These three cards are also the key to his success.

Just now, a free red card was refreshed on the card panel, and the essence amount was once again provided to 900 points.

what does that mean.

"Womithor, let me be your new master."

Aemon placed his hands on the dragon's back and stared at the dragon intently.

This dragon left by my great-grandfather.

Womisoer's pupils were raised with suspicion, and he was also staring at the boy with silver hair and rosy complexion.

Under the dragon's flame, even the stones will melt.

The other party was just almost cooked?

That's right, Imon's skin was red, it was simply a burn.

Thanks to 33% of the blood of the ancient Valyrian dragon king, and the secondary reinforcement of [Solid as a Rock].

Otherwise, he would have turned into ashes.

Aemon smoothed down his messy burnt silver-gold hair, revealing a cute yet handsome face with bright purple eyes.

Without saying a word, just looking.

He will succeed, for sure!
Womisol flapped his wings, his huge body suspended in mid-air, his vertical pupils also staring at the other party.

Under the night sky, a man and a dragon looked at each other.

Aemon raised his chin proudly, his eyes reflecting the majestic appearance of the bronze behemoth.

Womisol's vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and the figure of a silver-haired old man in the depths of his pupils slowly faded, and the full image of the boy on his back emerged unconsciously.

Somehow, a close connection was formed and continued to deepen.

Aemon blinked, stretched out his bloody right hand, and said instinctively: "Fly, Wormithor!"

Womisoer's pupils widened and he quickly turned back to his dragon head.

“Hiss—”

The next second, a thunderous roar resounded through the night, sweeping gusts of wind into the sky.

Only this time, it was steady and slow.

Aemon saw it, and his hand that was clenched around the dagger loosened, and the heavy stone in his heart finally fell.

One of them fell backwards and lay flat on the broad dragon's back.

The bright moon in the sky came into view.

Aemon blinked, stunned, and stretched out his hands to catch the moon.

In the plain moonlight, he seemed to see a familiar figure.

He has gray hair, an old face, a thin waist and a straight waist, and wears a golden crown on his head.

Yimeng's lips moved slightly, with a thousand emotions in his heart, and he whispered softly: "Great-grandfather, are you okay?"

Uncle Viserys has inherited your throne.

Alisson became queen.

And now I have inherited your dragon!
Looking at the moon under the moon, the old friend is gone.

Aemon grinned, put his body into a big character, closed his eyes and said to himself: "From now on, it is my dragon. The new history of the Targaryen family will be written by us."

“Hiss—”

Womisol seemed to sense something, glanced back at the driver, raised his head and let out a rough roar that kept echoing.

It seemed to be announcing to the world that "Bronze Rage" had awakened from its slumber.

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